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When I was in excruciating pain from cancer, my husband gave the last box of painkillers to his pregnant mistress.

I pulled out my ring and held it in front of him. "I'm calling off our engagement. I won't - won't marry a cheating bastard like you. You can live happily ever after with someone else, like Blair Anderson. Smile, Jayden - you're finally getting rid of me, may you live happily ever after with your dear girlfriend."
I said with a fake smile and cold eyes. "Oh, and before I forget, I, Ashley Van Smith, of the Red Moon Pack, reject Jayden Ronan Keller, of the Crimson Pack, as my mate and fiancé, we are hereby no longer related."


In which Ashley Van Smith and Jayden Ronan Keller are mated and engaged. Because of the arranged marriage made by their parents.
Problems arise when Ashley finds out that Jayden is involved in an unfaithful relationship. Ashley never thought that she would be in a relationship with a cheater. So she wants to end this engagement because he cheated on her, but fate decides to intervene and Jayden suffers from amnesia that only she seems to be able to deal with.
Ashley, despite not having deep feelings for him, feels there is still a bond between them and has a sense of responsibility to help recover his memory and guide him through his difficult times. In the midst of her efforts to help Jayden recover, Ashley is faced with a difficult decision. Will she stay by his side and help him through this difficult time, even though Jayden is in love with someone else? Or should Ashley simply let Jayden go?

For three years, she was nobody.

No name worth remembering. No money worth counting. She was just Jason Sterling’s quiet, invisible wife—the woman his world walked past without a second glance.

That was exactly how Jasmine Vance wanted it.

On their third anniversary, she found him where he shouldn’t have been—with the woman he’d sworn was “just family.” She didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. She just smiled, pulled out her phone, and let the world watch.

By morning, Jason Sterling’s empire had a crack in it. By the end of the week, it was rubble.

Only then did people start asking the real question.

Who exactly is Jasmine Vance?

Because powerful men don’t fall that fast. Not unless someone very specific wants them to. And somewhere in the shadows, a man who has always known the answer to that question is finally stepping into the light.

He never once saw her as a nobody. He knew exactly who she was.

And he had been waiting for the day she finally stopped hiding.

What turned out to be a joke from him was forcing me to sign the divorce papers.

I refused to sign until I knew why, he became cold, aloof me a lot and paid no attention to me anymore.

8 months ago, I signed a contract marriage with one of the richest billionaires in town.

Not until I saw him shamelessly romancing his ex-girlfriend, they were happy together, so I concluded inside of me, I signed the divorce papers and fled into the dark night alongside with a miracle. Pregnancy!

3 years later, I returned to the city as a successful businesswoman alongside my son I kept away from the world.

My mission is to revenge. World turns in my favor when his company became bankrupt and needed shareholders.

My miracle has come, I'll anonymously reap him off everything he ever cherished.

What happens when our parts crossed, and he found out I had a child with him.

"Come back home WIFEY, you left with my heart." I heard his screeching faint voice begged me.

BUT, will I ever forgive him for cheating on me?

"Your husband is cheating on you."
That one message shattered Mia's perfect life.
Her loving husband? A liar.
His sweet words and late nights? Cover-ups for a double betrayal.
The worst part? One of them is engaged—to another man.
Determined to uncover the truth, Mia teams up with Colin—the heartbroken fiancé of her husband's mistress. What starts as a cold alliance soon turns into something more, as they unravel betrayal, lies, and twisted desires.
Now, with cameras rolling, secrets exposed, and hearts breaking, Mia must choose: walk away with dignity… or fight fire with fire.
When love is lost and revenge tastes sweet—
What do you do when you catch them cheating?

"You're really going to marry my good-for-nothing uncle?"

Julian sneered as he stared at the ring on my finger, his eyes full of mockery.

"Isabella, you don't actually think a playboy so poor he drives a secondhand car can give you a future, do you?"

I looked down at the ring on my hand, then slowly raised my head.

"At least—he won't sleep with another woman in my grandmother's manor."

My name is Isabella, eldest daughter of a fallen noble family, and an emergency room doctor crushed by the weight of life. To pay off my family's debts, I was supposed to marry my fiancé Julian, the man I'd loved for years—until the night of our engagement party, when I caught him tangled with his mistress beside my grandmother's belongings.

Just when I was at my most wretched, a dangerous yet gentle man reached out his hand to me—

Adrian Hawthorne.

Julian's notorious uncle, the one cast out by the family.

He claimed to be just an insurance broker earning four thousand pounds a month, so poor he could only afford an old Ford, yet he was willing to give me a home to shelter me from the storm. So I decided to take a gamble—to marry the man everyone looked down upon.

But after our marriage, I discovered that my "poor husband" wasn't quite so simple.

The water he casually drinks costs dozens of pounds per bottle; hospital executives treat him with utmost respect; even the collar on his dog's neck is expensive enough to buy half the hospital...

And when my treacherous ex-fiancé finally regrets his choices and tries to win me back, an even more shocking secret is about to be revealed—

Who exactly is this "worthless uncle" that everyone mocks? And why did he choose me, of all people?

"Camille! Get over here!" my husband Arthur screamed, clutching his mistress tightly in his arms.
In my past life, he charged into the flames to save her—while I burned alive trying to save him.
The moment I died, he wasted no time using my life insurance money to throw her the wedding of the century, right at my family's winery.
This life?
"I'm going to get help," I said, and walked away.
Behind me, something massive came crashing down. His scream tore through the smoke.
I didn't look back.

What turned out to be a joke from him was forcing me to sign the divorce papers. I refused to sign until I knew why, he became cold, aloof me a lot and paid no attention to me anymore. 8 months ago, I signed a contract marriage with one of the richest billionaires in town. Not until I saw him shamelessly romancing with his ex-girlfriend, they were happy together, so I concluded inside of me, I signed the divorce papers and flee into the dark night alongside with a miracle.
Pregnancy! 3 years later, I returned to the city as a successful businesswoman alongside my son I kept away from the world. My mission is to revenge.World turns in my favor when his company became bankrupt and needed shareholders. My miracle has come, I'll anonymously reap him off everything he ever cherished. What happens when our parts crossed, and he founds out I had a child with him."Come back home WIFEY, you left with my heart." I heard his screeching faint voice begged me.BUT, will I ever forgive him for cheating on me?

"Stop—"
The word barely formed before his grip adjusted, tightening just enough to keep me where I was. The kiss deepened, pinning me still as his tongue slid inside my mouth and demanded for a response.
My breath caught, oxygen thinning as his hand started to move on my body—sliding down my hips, grabbing my legs and pulled me closer than I allowed.
My pulse spiked as I remembered where we were. "Nate—"
He didn't stop. If anything, my resistance only sharpened something in him.
His hand moved between my legs and cupped my core. He groaned over my lips.
"I can fuck you here," Nate whispered against my lips. "You're fucking wet, Sienna. You're so ready for me—"
"Stop—" I gasped when his fingers slid inside my panties. "Nate.. oh—"
Two fingers filled my entrance swiftly. I grabbed on his sleeve as he shoved his fingers even deeper inside me.
"Fuck, Sienna—" he hissed and crashed his mouth on me.
Nate moved his fingers in and out of me, and I whimpered in pleasure and panic that someone might see us here.
"Nate…" I moaned. "Please—"
"Please, what?" he asked, fingers moving faster inside me.
"Fuck—" I tightened my grip on his shoulders and spread my legs even wider. "Nate—"
My knees weakened and I started to shake as the pool of heat started to form under my navel. Nate held my body even tighter, making sure I won't fall with every thrust of his fingers.
As his strokes became faster and harder, I buried my face on his chest. And with one more shove of his fingers, my whole body shook and I climaxed—
Right there, in the middle of a dark corridor, with my husband's friend.


After witnessing her husband's betrayal, the perfect wife Sienna drowns herself in a bar, contemplating a hookup to numb herself. But unexpectedly, her husband's friend Nate shows up, drives away her would-be one-night stand, and demands that she sleep with him:
"Think about it. If you sleep with me tonight, it's not just about pleasure, Sienna. It's about power. It's about making him feel something he hasn't yet—the sting of betrayal by someone he trusted."

Young love and devotion fell to his marital greed. In reckless indulgence, Nate ruined his lifelong lover and family. He sided with his mistress, ignored my agony and child loss, and pushed me into despair. Seven years later, the once-glorious Wall Street elite fell utterly abandoned and destitute. Repentant and desperate, he begged for redemption. But his belated love now only meets my cold, unwavering indifference.

I thought my husband was cheating, so I followed him to catch him in the act, only to witness him kill someone on our wedding anniversary.

His hands were still covered in blood when he touched my red hair and asked me what was wrong.

Was he the legendary "Red Hair Reaper"?

When the police came knocking the next day, I told them everything.

But they would never know—even the murder I "witnessed" that night was nothing but a performance staged for them from beginning to end.

I hid in my best friend's closet to catch my fiancé cheating.
Through the gap in the door, I saw them on the bed. Tessa was blindfolded, wrists tied to the headboard with silk scarves. Callum's hands wrapped around her throat—some kind of breath play, I guessed.
Then her moaning turned to choking.
Her body convulsed. Her bound hands clawed at nothing. Her legs kicked against the mattress.
Then stopped.
Callum released her throat. Checked her pulse. Sighed.
And lit a cigarette.
He sat there scrolling his phone next to her body. No panic. No CPR. No 911.
Like this wasn't his first time watching someone die.
I bit my hand to keep from screaming. Blood seeped across the floor toward my bare feet.
Then he walked toward the closet.
I escaped that night. Barely. Ran three floors up to my neighbor's apartment—Dr. Neve Ashton, a trauma therapist. Beautiful. Warm. The kind of woman who made you feel safe just by existing.
She pulled me inside, locked the door, handed me tea.
"I called the police," she said. "They're on their way."
An hour passed. No sirens.
I looked at her. She smiled.

In my last life, I was the one who stopped it.
The second I recognized what was in that cup—a cold medicine loaded with compounds that end any pilot's career on contact with a drug screening—I knocked it out of Ivy's hands. Reid shoved me so hard I hit the coffee table. He got his four stripes anyway. Then he publicly destroyed my reputation, stood by while his fans harassed me off the internet, and smiled when I was pushed down a flight of stairs.
I died knowing he never looked back.
This time, I come back as myself: senior aviation medical officer, five years into a relationship with a man I now see clearly. When Ivy holds out that same cup with that same bright smile, I already know exactly what's in it.
I take a step back.
"Drink it while it's hot," I tell him. "Don't leave a drop."
I spent one lifetime being everyone's safety net. Not this time.

My husband thinks a "tragic surgical accident" left me completely blind. Now, he's moved his mistress right into our house to be my nurse. They openly whisper about my life insurance while preparing my afternoon tea. They think a blind wife is the perfect prey. But are they sure I'm in the dark?

"You feel so f*king good." a deep voice, one I knew all too well, grunted.
I watched my husband Daniel and my assistant Esme banging each other right on my table. My hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me, the shock from seeing and hearing them made me shift back, stumbling against the table, and I pushed the chair backward.
"Did you hear that?"
I quickly dodged and stepped back from the glass view.
"What?" Daniel hissed impatiently.
"I think I heard-" Esme trailed off, "Never mind, just hurry up already."
"No need to rush, there is still time before the btch lands." His statement was like a slap to my face, my ears were ringing.
"Really?"
"Yes, baby, a few more rounds for us."
"Once she's back, I can't have you."
"I know, but it's just for a while, you know it's you I love, it's her money that's keeping me."
Their mixed chuckle ran across the room, traveled up my nerves, and made my heart sink to my stomach.


When Elsie uncovers the affair between her husband and her trusted assistant, her world shatters. The dual betrayal by the man she loved for years and the assistant she relied on leave her devastated and nearly hopeless.
But after the initial shock, Elsie regains her strength. She contacts a lawyer to prepare for divorce and makes a bold move- switching jobs and joining the company of her longtime rival, Albie.

What starts as a search for solace turns into something much more dangerous. Albie's relentless pursuit leaves Elsie feeling increasingly drawn to him, despite her resolve. Will she lose herself in a passion she never expected, or find a new path to healing?

I thought I was the happiest woman in the city.

My husband would gently help me into my shoes, rest his hand on my belly and whisper to our baby. My father would tie on an apron and cook dinner just for me.

Then a video from an unknown number shattered everything.

Inside a chapel, the four of them stood side by side.

My husband holding the hand of my father's mistress's daughter. My father arm in arm with the woman who once knelt before my mother begging for mercy.

And my wedding — the one the whole city had witnessed — had been nothing but a lie from the very beginning.

That evening.

He picked the bones from my fish, tucked a cushion behind my back, kissed my forehead — same as always.

I didn't confront him. I simply handed him a document to sign.

He thought I was still the naive little lamb he'd been deceiving all along. What he didn't realize was that he had just signed away his last card.

My husband's mistress sent me a video to rub it in, claiming she had just beaten my "pathetic, begging mother" bloody and kicked her down the stairs.
I froze, glancing up at my actual mother sitting right across from me, quietly sipping her coffee.
Bewildered, I zoomed in on the video.
When I made out the scar on the wrist of the woman lying in the pool of blood, a cold sweat broke out over my body. I frantically called my husband.
But he interrupted my plea with extreme impatience: "Shut up! Roxy was right to teach her a lesson. She was just taking out the trash for me!"
Since he insisted on indulging his precious mistress's death wish...
I wonder if he'll still be able to say she was right to teach her a lesson when he sees his own grandmother's corpse.

I was at my favorite artist's concert, phone up, recording the Kiss Cam segment. My boyfriend Mason said he was three hours away having dinner at his parents' house and couldn't make it, even sent me a selfie as proof.

Then the Kiss Cam found him.

On the giant screen, Mason wore the exact same gray vintage rock tee and black ripped jeans from his "family dinner photo," his arm around a blonde girl with her head on his shoulder.

The arena erupted: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

He looked like he'd seen a ghost, frantically trying to block the camera.

My phone's location alert read: "Mason is nearby (0.1 miles)."

Three years of us, exposed as a massive lie in front of thousands of cheering strangers.

I overheard my husband tell his business partner, “I let Aria get pregnant for fun, not like I ever planned on letting them live, the babies make perfect specimens for Vivian’s research.”
The same day I discovered I was pregnant for the fifth time.
I used to believe he was my protector.
This time, I gathered proof of everything he’d done and made sure the truth destroyed him before I started my new life.

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

Ugly. Good for nothing. Useless. Disgusting.
These are the words Zara hears every single day.


I was the Alpha's fated mate but my rejection was worse than one thousand needles pierced to my skin.
"I, Weston Bruce Furrow, Alpha of the Shadow Moon Pack reject you, Zara Liam Adolf of the Night Moon Pack. A pathetic runt weakling like you is no match for me."
I could feel my heart breaking, Tuna was howling inside me, and I could feel her pain.
"I, Zara Liam Adolf of the Night Moon Pack, accept your rejection..."


Being the Alpha's daughter doesn't shield Zara from the pack's cruelty. Especially when her own father is her worst tormentor.
Years later, the man she once hated most returns. The same man who rejected her, who humiliated her, and now, she doesn't understand why he's back. Worse still, she's being forced to negotiate with him.
Zara wants nothing more than to forget how he made her feel. But her pack needs protection, and he's the Alpha who can offer it.
Which means she has no choice but to put her pack above her pain.

Lena's entire pack was wiped away. Her whole family was also killed. It all happened right in front of her eyes. She was saved by Lillian, the Luna of the Blue Moon Pack.

She thought her life would be better in the new pack, but not until the Luna died from the internal injury she got while saving her.

This alone made everyone hate her deeply and raw, especially the Alpha and his son. She became lower than an Omega, a slave,

No one knew the great powers hidden in her. She was a rare hybrid, but the key to her powers was her mate.

One day, she saved a werewolf caught by a powerful trap, not knowing he was Alpha Xander, the most powerful and ruthless creature ever known. Never did she know that one act would change her life.

What do you think would happen when they meet again in school, right in the same class, and then she finds out who her mate truly was?

Xander hated her as she was a weak wolf, but then, fate had a lot for them.

Casabella Smith, a twenty-five year old young lady with beautiful looks, free-spirited and an orphan. Her looks was that of a goddess, which made everyone love her instantly by staring at her but something happened which in turn changed her life forever and she decided to take revenge but with a new identity, name and lifestyle.
Mark Clinton, a business tycoon in his early thirties and still a bachelor, a hard man from the surface but a softy from the inside.
He has searched and yearned for true love but to no avail until he met Casabella.
She came as an angel and filled his life with true love, care and happiness to the point he decided to do a deeper research on her but what he found out about her made him.

Lola's life came crumbling the moment she met her boyfriend, Alpha Torian, smooching and kissing another lady in his birthday party.
That day, he bluntly rejected her as his mate. He denied feeling any mate bond with her and claimed his new girlfriend as his real mate.

That same day, in her broken state, she saved a Vampire who was hunted by her parent and their crew - the Pack hunters.

Never did she knew that one act was going to change her life forever.

At the moment when all love she got was lost, the moment when the world and people she trusted turned their back on her, that very moment when death came dragging her feet with no one to help or hear her scream.

He appeared right beside her, ready to break the rules for her sake, at first it was to repay her kindness, but something about her sparkled up light in his dark heart, those strong walls around his heart was melting down.

He is the Vampire Lord, she is a Werewolf. Two enemies that should stay far away from each other.

Rated +18

Elena Wolve was rejected and hated from birth..

She is daughter of the powerful and well known Alpha of the Silver moon Pack but then she was termed devil!!

Why??

Her birth caused the death of her mother through the most painful labour ever recorded,

Not only that, she was born with two different colour of eyes balls, one was blue, the other was red...

Everyone including her father rejected her and treated her like a slave, it all went worse when her father the alpha got another mate and had another daughter and son..

She was left into world of pain and rejection, no one knew who she really is, the secret behind her eyes, the power hidden in her, the kind of hybrid she was..

All that was unknown till the day her pack was attacked!