4 Book(s) Related to egon

My name is Ophelia. The day my adoptive family threw me out, I smiled and tossed their money in the trash.

No one knew I was "Dawn" — the legendary miracle healer every powerful family desperately sought. No one knew I was behind a billion-dollar fashion empire, or that I could make Wall Street tremble with a single trade. I hid everything behind an ordinary face.

My birth family turned out to be the wealthiest dynasty in the city. And my fiancé — the man I'd already met without knowing it — was Mason Smith, the man the whole city feared.

He took my hand, leaned close, and murmured: "Can you feel my heartbeat right now?"

I pressed my fingers to his chest and replied seriously: "Your heart rate is elevated, but perfectly healthy. No need to worry."

He paused — then smiled. The kind of smile that made my own heart do something I couldn't explain.

But as he kept getting closer to the truth... I wondered how much longer I could keep my last secret hidden.

Some masks were never meant to come off — but what happens when someone refuses to stop looking?

Trevor didn't start by loathing Sireen. Heck, he had always been nice to her. It all went downhill when Sireen's sister, Trevor's mate, Kylie, died in an attack, and a weak Sireen did nothing to save her. In his terms, she's a murderer. Ignoring her trauma, Trevor became Sireen's tormentor. Her bully. The bane of her very existence. So when he finds out at the start of second year that Sireen is his second chance mate, he definitely rejects her. But wait. Not before humiliating her in front of the entire school, exposing her guarded secret which was an outcome of watching her twin sister die.
When Sireen and Trevor are forced to breathe the same air as each other and see each other in and out of school everyfreakingday, at least one person is set to Lose. Their. Sanity.
How much torture can Sireen take?
And just how long can Trevor stand his rejected mate's presence? Delve in to find out!

"How long have we been mates?" Aidan barked.
"Four weeks," l cried, tears rolling down my face and neck.
"And how many times were we intimate, Tara?"
My lungs tightened in my chest as l whispered. "Once."
"And we were being safe, so why do you think this lie would stick?" Venom dripped from his next words. "Get out of my life because the next time you show up, l will kill you."


It wasn't exactly a one-night stand, but the possibility of a pregnancy was almost non-existent even though he was my mate.
When l mustered the courage to break the news to Aidan Graham, my Alpha, and the father, he denied me. He severed our bond, cheated on me, rubbed it in my face, and plotted my death, and my only option was to run.
Nine years later, my daughter walks into my office with a man, and the scent l recognize all too well fills my lungs. She says. "Mommy! I found you this handsome man!"
The match my baby girl just made for me...is to my ex Alpha mate.
I have been broken in the past, so how do l make this work for my daughter? Can l still try even when Aidan ropes us into a web of secrets, and deceit, and brings me to a past l wished to bury forever?

Isolde Crane knows the rules of Ashenmere the way she knows how to breathe: without thinking, because stopping means dying.

She is a blood-scribe, a mortal employed by House Vaelthar to maintain records no living person is supposed to read twice. She does not ask questions. She does not linger. She keeps her head down and her ink dry and sends every spare coin back to her younger sister in the outer ward.

Then she reads the wrong document.

Sorin Vaelthar has governed his house for three centuries by being the kind of man no one wishes to negotiate against. Cold, precise, and entirely without sentiment, he has outlasted every political threat the Conclave has thrown at him. Until a mortal scribe with ink-stained fingers and no talent for self-preservation stumbles into the center of a conspiracy that could unravel everything he has spent centuries building.

The law gives him one option: claim her, or lose her to the houses that will silence her first.

He tells himself it is politics. She tells herself it is survival. Ashenmere does not care what either of them tells themselves.