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The Alpha King Who'll Avenge Me

The Alpha King Who'll Avenge Me

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Delilah Ramones was thrilled to be named Luna of her pack, a moment she had eagerly awaited to stand beside Alpha; Jeremy Davenport.
But her joy was shattered when she was kidnapped and nearly killed by her stepbrother, Benson, who wanted his sister, Tracy, to become Luna instead.
Fortunately, Delilah was able to escape and was rescued by Elijah William. To her surprise, Elijah was not just any rescuer; he was King Alpha.
Elijah wouldn't let Delilah get away.
He offered her two choices: become his and have everything she could ever want, or refuse him and face death.
To Avenge My Ex, I Married A Tycoon

To Avenge My Ex, I Married A Tycoon

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The very day she came back into her home country, she heard the most absurd news. "Your sister is getting married with Mr. Stephenson".
"What did you say?" She couldn't believe it. At the engagement party, she was shocked to see her sister getting engaged to her fiancé.
"Daniel, remember this, I dumped you! Did you hear that? I dumped you, not the other way round."
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Who could have guessed that after being betrayed by her fiancé and sister and being labelled as a home wrecker, someone would still want to marry her?
"Don't you want to get revenge on your fiancé for what he did?" Nathan Clemon asked Hilda.
"What has that got to do with you?" She snapped back.
"It has got everything to do with me. I am the only person who could help you achieve that whiles giving you the happiness that any woman would wish in this world."
A Second Chance To Avenge Every Wound They Left On Me

A Second Chance To Avenge Every Wound They Left On Me

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"Hasn’t the patient in Bed 7 been hospitalized for three months already? Not a single family member has come to visit her once."
"Her husband only drops by to pay the medical bills before leaving without even glancing at her. Poor thing."
I lay on the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside the door, my fingers limply draped over the edge of the mattress.
Three months prior, I was diagnosed with end-stage malignant tumor.
My husband Sebastian had only come once. He stood in the doorway of the ward, never stepping inside. He blankly signed the paperwork and never showed up again after that.
Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself away in his study writing all day long, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. Though we lived under the same roof, we were strangers from two separate worlds.
I had long grown accustomed to this hollow marriage, so much so that I could not even be bothered to give him a call.
Footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the room.
I turned my head toward the door and spotted Sebastian standing there in his familiar dark gray overcoat, his face devoid of any emotion.
"You’re here," I said, surprised by his visit, forcing my frail body to prop itself up.
Sebastian said nothing in reply. He walked straight to the bedside and set an envelope of documents down on the nightstand. "Sign it."
I took the papers and read the title printed across the top: Divorce Agreement.
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