3 Book(s) Related to duplicity

I was sold like an abandoned car by my own father, blood of my blood,my own flesh.

I killed my buyer and was taken to prison. My life was totally erased.

My father stood up for me, not because he needed me,but to replace me.

He brought me out under a new name Belle and a clone back to prison.

But there's an untold secret yet to review under Marble floors, a lady suffering in place of me, breaking down.

A billionaire nightclub king mafia strategist and the only man bold enough to steal me out from under my father's Secret watching.

He wants revenge for a sister buried under Marino lies.

I want the truth myself.

When a rival crime boss shows proof of the cloning program and says

I belong to him.

There was confusion,my father shot, everything changed, everyone started losing who they are.

A lab is still running, it could be that there are still more copies of me than expected.

Freedom is all I wanted for me and my replacement,if I don't make a choice,I'll lose all of them, and the dangerous man I'm falling for.

I was never born as monster

This is the story of two Luna who switched bodies and lived in opposite times. They must fulfill their mission to put their souls back to their original era.
Meet Ariana Ferrer and Anika Perez. These two mysterious she-wolfs experience lots of adventure to unravel individuals' secrets. Can they succeed in their missions and both will return home to their original time or will be stuck forever because they both failed? How about their mates, are they going to risk their lives just to save their Lunas?

In my previous life, the apocalypse struck. I entrusted my last hope of survival to my best friend of twenty years, but the moment the zombies swarmed, he unhesitatingly pushed me into the horde to be his shield. My girlfriend of three years, standing high above, watched coldly, her face filled with relief at shedding a burden.

In the excruciating pain of being bitten to death, I was reborn 72 hours before the apocalypse.

Looking at the messages from that despicable couple on my phone, I calmly blocked and deleted them, then cashed out all my assets, hoarding three million US dollars worth of top-tier weaponry and massive amounts of supplies. The apocalypse

arrived as expected. When my scheming girlfriend and betrayed brother were chased like dogs by zombies, kneeling before my fortress, frantically begging for mercy,

I sat atop a mountain of supplies, holding an infinitely replicating spatial ring, a gun pressed against his kneecap, and sneered: "Want to live? Never in this lifetime."

In this life, I will not be a saint; I will be the sole king of this post-apocalyptic wasteland.