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She was sent to watch him.
Instead, she was claimed.
Valaria is a panther shifter bound by blood, law, and a future she refuses to accept. Dominic Kane is a wolf Alpha—dangerous, dominant, and utterly forbidden. Their attraction is instant. Primal. Impossible to ignore.
When their bond ignites, it shatters ancient rules and paints a target on Valaria’s back. To choose Dominic is to betray her king, abandon her pride, and risk everything for a hunger that demands surrender.
Because once a wolf claims his mate…
there is no escape.

On a day that Rowan had nowhere to go, he found Eleanor in the tea room with a book in her hand. She wore a simple white dress and was draped over the couch as if she were posing for a painting. Her dark curls fell behind her and he faltered for a moment. She really was the picture of beauty. Fair skin, rosy cheeks, a soft look. Unlike him, dressed in simple khakis, with a tunic tucked into them.

He wanted more of her. More than she could possibly be willing to give. Rowan knew Eleanor felt something that night, but he was sure that it was a spur-of-the-moment feeling. Eleanor had never been with a man before, and she was now living with one. She was innocent in that aspect. She knew nothing of the world of pleasure.

Rowan had been with many women in the past, but he never wanted them like he wanted Eleanor. He strived for something more than physical. He wanted to know what it felt like to feel her soft body on his. He wanted her to want him. Need him. More than someone who answered her questions or did things for her.

There was a heavy sense of shame that came with these feelings. Eleanor Louis was nothing more than a mission to him and he was jeopardizing everything because his stomach fluttered every time she was near.

He could not have her. She would not have him.

He needed to get that.
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He hated the noble.

Nobility was all she knew.

He wanted to bring them to their knees.

She wanted to escape from under them.

Marriage was approaching quickly from the horizon, could they find a common ground before then?

She looked up at him, saw the smile on his face, and her heart skipped. Again. She felt a tightness in her chest that traveled to her stomach and pooled there. His lips- she wanted to kiss him. Badly.

Was it appropriate?

“I want to kiss you. Is that okay?” Michal took her thoughts.

“Yes, please.”

He placed his hand under her chin and drew her close, his face hovering inches over hers.
“I wanted to kiss you yesterday when you hugged me. I wanted to kiss you when you showed off that dress at the store when you teased me and tried to get me all bothered. I wanted to kiss the smirk off your mouth and make you moan my name instead.

Heck, I wanted to kiss you when you told me about your little friend. Show you just how much pleasure I can give you. More than he can.”


Being over eighteen means you are free to do almost anything. For Katya, the daughter of Michal- a Russian millionaire, the reality is far from it.
Katya is a nineteen-year-old college student who lives with her dad and governess. Her father, overprotective and stubborn has certain rules. She is not allowed to visit other places apart from school, she must not leave the mansion grounds alone and she must never set foot in Russia. After a school event goes wrong, an unspoken rule is added. She is not to speak a word about her mother.
One month before her twentieth birthday, she decides to follow her father on one of his frequent trips to Russia. However, her plan is foiled and instead of getting a pre-birthday wish granted, she gets a bodyguard instead. A poker-faced, non-bulging, decidedly intrusive man who is determined to take his job seriously.

Michal detests his job, especially because it involves taking care of somebody who should be able to take care of herself. He is eager to get the job done and return. Although he knows that he cannot leave until he finds a way to make her come with him- as unpleasant as the task was. He stages a fake kidnap and waits for his plan to fall into motion. It does, and he finds out that his job is going to be easier than expected. In a moment of weakness, after he "rescues" her, he finds out that she desires to visit Russia.

What happens when Katya finds herself trapped in a place she thought was going to be the beginning of her freedom? What happens when Michal realizes that he cannot be the ruthless son his father wants him to be without risking his heart?

A war broke out between the Harvest Moon pack and the Rogues, also known as the Dead pack. The Rogues are winning and are brutally defeating the Harvest Moon pack.

The King of the Rogues Alpha Cain, decides to propose a treaty between the rival packs, in order to end the war. But in exchange for ending the war, he wants Alpha Vale’s Daughter, an outspoken 19-year-old woman, who has been fighting alongside her pack during the war.

She caught the eye of the Alpha and now he wants her for his prize.

In his effortless pursuit of success, Cage finds himself in a web of humiliation and constant conflict when his role as a waiter at a prestigious hotel puts him face-to-face with his wife's powerful boss, Mr Augustus.

During a high-stakes business meeting, Cage's dignity is ruthlessly attacked, leaving him torn between defending himself and protecting his wife's career.

Their relationship is put at stake test as their confrontation creates a chain of events that threaten to shatter Cage's marriage.

“We are not meant to do this…” I gasped, breathless under the heat of his kisses.

“It’s not part of the contract.”

“Screw the contract. I want you,” Ethan cut in, passion burning in his eyes. “Right now.”

Ariana Cruz never thought her life would fall apart so fast. Once a celebrated relationship therapist with millions of followers, she had built her career on giving people love advice. But everything came crashing down when her longtime boyfriend exposed her deepest insecurities during a live broadcast. The humiliation went viral. Overnight, Ariana lost her reputation, her career, and the fans who once adored her.

Broke, broken, and desperate to rebuild, she swore never to trust another man. Until Ethan Vale walked into her life.

Ethan wasn’t just any man. He was the billionaire CEO of Vale Resorts. Powerful, arrogant, and one of her harshest critics. Their paths should never have crossed again, but fate had other plans. One reckless night of drinks and pent-up anger led to a scandalous one-night stand. When the tabloids got wind of it, Ethan made her an offer she couldn’t refuse.

A contract marriage. One year. No strings attached.

Ariana knows she should walk away. Ethan is dangerous, unpredictable, and controlling. But she signs the deal, believing she can keep her heart out of it.

She was wrong.

Now she’s caught in a storm of jealousy, betrayal, and sabotage. An ex who won’t let go, a rival who wants her ruined, and a family secret that could shatter everything she thought she knew.

The biggest danger of all isn’t the contract or the enemies circling them. It’s the way her heart betrays her every time Ethan touches her.

Is he her captor… or the only man she has ever truly loved?

Sometimes the richest prize isn’t money—it’s the one heart you can’t afford to lose.

Callie Monroe never imagined leaving the wide-open skies of Bandera, Texas. But when tragedy struck her family ranch, her father demanded she marry the wealthy widower next door to pay the bills. Callie refused. Instead, she ran—straight to New York, where she traded sunsets for subway rides and survival meant slinging cocktails in a Brooklyn dive.

She wasn’t looking for love. She was looking for a way out. But a televised dating game with a cash prize too good to ignore was about to change everything.

Grayson Wolfe built his empire with ruthless precision. Billionaire. Innovator. Cold as steel. But his late father’s will forced him into a corner: marry for one year, or lose control of the Wolfe fortune. A man who didn’t believe in love suddenly needed a bride—fast.

So he entered the game show.
Not for money. Not for fame.
For a loophole.

He thought every woman would beg for him.
Until she didn’t.

Callie Monroe, fiery redhead in a red dress, was the only one who told him no. And in that rejection, she became the one prize he couldn’t walk away from.

But when their worlds collide again—this time with him as her boss—the rules of the game change. Desire becomes dangerous. Pride becomes a weapon. And the lines between business and passion blur into obsession.

He had everything…until her.
Now she’s the only prize worth winning.

Dr. Ellie Winslow is a woman whose life runs on spreadsheets and rigorous control. After surviving a devastating childhood attack by her father, she built an academic sanctuary, choosing partners who would never trigger the overwhelming protective instincts of her three older brothers.

But stability shatters the day she catches her boyfriend cheating.

Just hours later, she finds herself reluctantly accepting a deal from Rhys Vance, Formula 1's most disciplined and annoyingly perfect CEO. Rhys isn't just a world-class competitor; he's her brothers' best friend and the one person Ellie desperately wishes would stay out of her life. Seizing the opportunity presented by her sudden chaos, Rhys whisks Ellie onto his private jet, effectively co-opting her. He hires her as his personal strategist, forcing her into a suffocating, global proximity across the F1 season. Rhys's relentless precision feels like a subtle critique of her messy existence, rooted in a shared history that makes her trust his duty, but never his heart.

Trapped between continents and beneath Rhys’s controlling gaze, Ellie filters his quiet, relentless attention as clinical duty; she misses the possessive gaze, the deep devotion, and the danger he hides behind his F1 precision.

Rhys knows the rule: Ellie is completely off-limits. To break the line means paying The Best Friend's Price—the loss of his brothers' loyalty, the end of his oldest bond. But the cost of not claiming Ellie might be the loss of his sanity, especially as the deepfakes, the corporate pressure, and the ghost of their shared traumatic past begin to stir. When an unsettling encounter with a rival threatens Ellie, Rhys must protect her with a ferocity that crosses every boundary he swore he’d uphold, forcing them to confront the dangerous truth about their connection.

Not all roses have thorns, and neither are all monsters born a beast.
“Close your eyes, princess. I’m only going to kiss your beautiful, plump lips... that’s all.” His breath felt hot as it ghosted against the skin of my cheek, flowing straight into my head and making me feel drunk dazed in a fleeting second.

“If you make a sound into the kiss, maybe I’d forget about my previous promises and tie you up beautifully, and perhaps – give you kisses in other parts of your body, especially your other pair of lips which is definitely slicking up right now.”

I whimpered.

“And I’d definitely use my tongue to lick into your lower lips, and get it wetter with...”

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Sinfully hot Xavier Costello is a dangerously cunning Mafia lord who was ruthless, heartless and passionate about nothing but his Mafia. Althea Rodriguez, an eighteen year old girl who was as innocent and powerless as a lamb, got betrothed to him – a man she has never met, but had heard uncountable scary rumors about. There was a twelve years gap between them, which made Althea quiver in fear about the thought of getting married to him.

Not all roses have thorns, and neither are all monsters born a beast. And in this case, when two complete opposites are forced together, unexpectedly, intriguing things are bound to happen.

Everything always comes to Xavier with a price, including Love– and he’s going to either cling to his pride and lose the best thing that had ever happened to him, or do the necessary needful.

With claws like secrets threatening to tear them apart and unexpected betrayals from all angles, Althea is going to be thrown in the middle of the dangerously muddled mess filled with guns, men unbelievably heartless than Xavier, and power-starved monsters.

"Suck my cock, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair…use it only to make me cum."
Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact.
She envies the rich—people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering.
Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise.
A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy…
a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden.
Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing… and Bella finds her.
Lucian offers no gratitude…and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all.
Bella is taken into his world—strictly as a deal.
What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair.
And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez.
A deal turns into obsession.
Survival into desire.
Desire into Hate.
Hate into Love.
That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake.
Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her?
Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?

They call him a villain. I call him stepbrother.

My life was a pastel dream of university lectures and family inheritance—until my mother married Nikolai Volkov, a man whose wealth is shadowed by a dangerous, unseen empire. Overnight, I, Anya Petrova, am pulled into a world of cold luxury and deadly secrets.

Then I meet him: Dimitri Volkov.

My new stepbrother is a weapon in an Italian suit. Calculating, precise, and possessing sapphire eyes that hold the chilling emptiness of a man who has traded his soul for power. He doesn’t want me; he wants the assets my father left behind. He sees me as a pawn in his long-game plan for vengeance against his own father.

I should run. I should scream his secrets to the world. But Dima’s control is a gilded cage I find myself leaning into, and his ruthlessness mirrors the desperate loneliness in my own heart. He pushes boundaries until our quiet hostility combusts into a desperate, forbidden affair.
When the line between vengeance and obsession blurs, I discover a dangerous truth: Dima is not just planning his father's destruction—he's planning to claim the asset, the empire, and me, as his ultimate spoils.
In the dark game of forbidden desire, the price of control is absolute. And I am about to pay it.

Three years of their contract marriage, Kathryn Alberto got tired of how unfair her husband treats her and requested to have a divorce. Lyon Alberto is a very busy man that he hardly remembers he’s married and it almost seemed as if he was forced into the marriage. Lyon rejected Kathryn request for he’s running for the presidency election and needs his wife till it’s over. Lyon offer her a contract to stay for 3months till the election is over. Kathryn accept but on a condition and that’s if Lyon stays with her 24hours. The Table turned! Things are about to get spicy! Now that Lyon finds his wife more attractive and his dirty past!!

He was Hollywood’s untouchable king—until she stopped begging for a seat at his table.
Lyara McKinley once had Mikael Roosevelt’s face plastered on every wall of her small-town bedroom. For three years, she chased the spotlight just to be near the world’s most adored actor—the billionaire with a smile that sold out movies and broke hearts. But when she finally stood in front of him, he didn’t even see her. His guards shoved her aside like she was nothing.
That’s when Lyara stopped caring. And that’s when Mikael noticed.
Now he’s done more than buy her modeling agency—he’s bought her. Every contract, every outfit, every breath she takes belongs to a man who collects rare things and calls them his. He burned the hoodie her best friend gave her. Replaced her furniture with a single velvet chair. Slid a diamond collar around her neck and called it an engagement ring.
Lyara is supposed to smile for the cameras and whisper “I love you” in his ear. But the girl from nowhere has teeth. Every time he pushes, she pushes back harder.
He says he wants to own her. She says he’ll never break her.
In this twisted game of obsession and power, the line between hate and hunger is about to ignite. And neither of them is ready for how hot the fire will burn.

"The Price of His Heart" follows Sophie Chen, a brilliant but struggling marketing executive who carries the weight of a difficult choice she made three years ago. Back then, she was a fresh graduate who fell deeply in love with Alexander Reid, an ambitious young entrepreneur. When her father's company faced bankruptcy and her mother's medical bills mounted, Sophie made the heartbreaking decision to accept a competitor's offer to spy on Alexander's growing tech startup – betraying both his trust and her own heart.
Now, Alexander is no longer the passionate dreamer she once knew. He's transformed into a ruthless billionaire CEO, and through a twist of corporate fate, he's just become her new boss. Sophie expects revenge, humiliation, or at least cold indifference. Instead, she finds herself increasingly confused by his actions – he defends her during board meetings, promotes her innovative ideas, and seems to appear whenever she's in trouble.
What Sophie doesn't know is that Alexander has spent the last three years trying to understand why the only woman he ever truly loved betrayed him. His apparent kindness masks a deeper purpose: he's determined to uncover the full truth about what happened three years ago, even as his heart wages war with his head every time she's near.
As they navigate their complex present while confronting their painful past, both must face difficult questions: Can true love survive betrayal? Is redemption possible when trust has been shattered? And most importantly – when you've hurt someone deeply, do you deserve a second chance at love?

"Sign it." Christian's voice was cold, stripped of all emotion.
Crystal's fingers trembled around the pen as the words "Dissolution of Marriage" blurred through her tears.
Across from her, Ilda crossed her legs, smiling like she had already won. Her hand caressed the slight curve of her stomach, a silent declaration: I'm the one he chose. I'm the one giving him the child he always wanted.
Life in the Blake family was a nightmare for Crystal. Despite being married to Christian Blake, the powerful CEO, for three years, she couldn't conceive, becoming the target of endless scorn and humiliation. When Crystal finally found out about Christian affair with his mistress, Ilda, the woman he'd chosen over her, her heart shattered. But just when she thought things couldn't get worse, she found herself carrying Christian's child in secret.
However, as Christian prepares to marry Ilda, a shocking truth emerges—the child she was carrying was not his. What will happen when Christian realizes the woman he betrayed and cast aside had his heir all along? Will he regret his choices, or has he already lost everything, including Crystal's love?

Just one night — born from long hesitation and an unusual decision — changes their lives forever.
Are they ready to face the consequences of a passion so wild… and so bought?
Amidst fateful coincidences and the twisted games of destiny, can they still recognize love when it finally appears?

My other books: 'Too Human To Be His', 'No Escape From Fate '

"My world is extremely dark, coloured by blood and decorated with dead bodies. You can still escape." Dalton Riggs stood before me, a gun carelessly resting in his sleek fingers, looking like a fallen angel.

He wasn't the fake heir like Jason; he was the King of the Underworld. He offered me an out, but he didn't know my secret.

"Maybe Dahlia Brooks isn't suitable to be your wife," I stepped closer, my heels clicking on the marble floor. "But have you heard of Dahlia Banks?"

His eyes narrowed. He knew the name. The Banks—a mafia family as old and dangerous as his own. Jason had treated me like a boring, predictable doll, unaware that he was dating a mafia princess who knew how to assemble a Glock blindfolded. He betrayed me for a weak, crying girl. Big mistake.

"I don't care what others like," Dalton whispered, pulling me into his dangerous orbit. "I love mine wild and unruly." I smiled, feeling the thrill of power returning. "Then I will gladly marry you, Sir Dalton."

My father wants to kick me out? Jason wants to ruin me? Let them try. I’m bringing the entire underworld to my wedding, and the streets of Goldville are about to run red.

Taken by four mafia men


“Kiss back” he mumbles, and I feel rough hands all over my body giving me tight squeezes as a warning not to piss them off further. So I give in. I begin to move my mouth and open my lips slightly. Jason wastes no time devouring every inch of my mouth with his tongue. Our lips doing the tango, his dominance winning the race.

We break away, breathing hard. Next, Ben turns my head to face him and does the same thing. His kiss is definitely softer but just as controlling. I moan into his mouth as we continue to exchange saliva. He tugs my bottom lip slightly in his teeth as he pulls away. Kai pulls my hair, so I am looking up, his large frame towering over me. He bends down and claims my lips. He was rough and forceful. Charlie followed and was a mix. My lips feel swollen, my face feels all hot and flushed, and my legs feel like rubber. For some murdering psychotic assholes, damn can they kiss.

Aurora has always worked hard. She just wants to live her life. By chance, she met four mafia men Jason, Charlie, Ben and Kai. They are the ultimate dominants in the office, on the streets, and definitely in the bedroom. They always get what they want and THEY SHARE EVERYTHING.

How will Aurora adjust to having not 1 but 4 powerful men showing her the pleasure she only ever dreamed of? What will happen when a mysterious someone shows interest in Aurora and shakes things up for the notorious mafia men? Will Aurora finally submit and acknowledge her deepest desires or will her innocence be forever ruined?

At twenty-nine, Dominic Brooks owns this city's underworld.

This year, I'm pregnant again. Finally.

But on our daughter's death anniversary, he doesn't show. Five hours. Nothing.

I find him at our casino with some girl draped all over him. The same girl I pulled out of a trafficking ring two years ago.

She's laughing loud enough for everyone to hear. "His wife won't stop crying about that dead kid. God, he's so over it."

He kisses her. Right in front of me.

Three days later, he tears up our daughter's grave. His mistress wants a swimming pool.

The shovel comes down. My unborn baby goes with it.

Years ago, Dominic taught me the rules of our world. How we handle traitors.

Time for a reminder.

My husband Ronald's best friend Clyde died three months ago, and with his last breath, he made Ronald promise to take care of his pregnant widow, Jennifer. From that moment, Jennifer invaded our lives, and I was only four months pregnant at the time.

Then Jennifer got caught in a gang shootout. She needed an emergency blood transfusion, and she had this rare blood type—Rhnull. Turns out, I'm Rhnull too.

To save Jennifer and her baby, Ronald forced me to abort mine.

BLURB
Some wounds never heal; they just dress well.
Marcus Hale turned his heartbreak into an empire. He swore he would never be weak again after watching the girl he loved choose money over love when he was seventeen. Forty years later, he is a billionaire at the top of the world. No one can touch him, and he is completely alone.
Then he sees her.
Angelina Clark isn't his lost love, but she might be her ghost. Same look in their eyes. Same laugh. The same quiet grace that made a teenage boy think the world was nice. The only problem is that she is married to Daniel Clark, a devoted husband whose love for his wife is the kind that Marcus has been trying to buy for years.
That's what strong men do. He makes a deal.
A million dollars. A mansion anywhere in the world. Two weeks—just two weeks—on a private trip with Angelina. No ties. No lines were crossed. Just time.
Angelina and Daniel tell each other that it's just money. Money that changes your life. A chance that only fools pass up. They are not right.
What starts as a business deal slowly breaks down everything Daniel and Angelina thought they knew about themselves, their marriage, and the invisible ties that keep two people together. Marcus gets his two weeks off. Angelina finds feelings she never let herself have. And Daniel, who is steady, loving, and faithful, starts to fall apart slowly, and no amount of money can stop it.
Twenty years go by.
Three lives changed forever by fourteen days and one man who wouldn't let the past stay buried.
When they finally meet again, each carrying the damage from a single bad decision, one question hangs in the air like smoke:

“A MASTERPIECE OF THRILLER AND MYSTERY. Blake Pierce did a magnificent job developing characters with a psychological side so well described that we feel inside their minds, follow their fears and cheer for their success. Full of twists, this book will keep you awake until the turn of the last page.” --Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (re Once Gone) FACE OF DEATH is book #1 in a new FBI thriller series by USA Today bestselling author Blake Pierce, whose #1 bestseller Once Gone (Book #1) (a free download) has received over 1,000 five star reviews. FBI Special Agent Zoe Prime suffers from a rare condition which also gives her a unique talent—she views the world through a lens of numbers. The numbers torment her, make her unable to relate to people, and give her a failed romantic life—yet they also allow her to see patterns that no other FBI agent can see. Zoe keeps her condition a secret, ashamed, in fear her colleagues may find out.Yet when a serial killer strikes across the Midwest, strangling women in remote places and seemingly at random, Zoe, for the first time, is stumped. Is there a pattern? Can there be no pattern at all? Or is this killer as obsessed with numbers as she is?In a mad race against time, Zoe must enter the diabolical mind of a killer who always seems to be one step ahead of her, and stop him from claiming his next victim before it’s too late. At the same time, she must keep at bay her own demons, which may ultimately prove to be even more threatening.An action-packed thriller with heart-pounding suspense, FACE OF DEATH is book #1 in a riveting new series that will leave you turning pages late into the night. Books #2 and #3 in the series—FACE OF MURDER and FACE OF FEAR—are also available for pre-order.

"I'm coming to cut out my baby from your stomach myself."
They called me Rose, but they forgot one truth: every rose comes with thorns.
I trusted my husband. I loved my best friend. They repaid me by poisoning my father, stealing my inheritance, and locking me in a basement to rot—six months pregnant.
I died watching them wear my jewels and laugh at my misery.
Then fate gave me a second chance.
I woke up at my father's funeral, the taste of betrayal still fresh on my tongue.
They think I'm still the same soft, grieving heiress they can drug and manipulate. They think I'm an easy target.
They're wrong.
This time, I'm not just defending my father's legacy. I'm burning their world to the ground.
From the funeral podium to the boardroom, I'm reclaiming my power piece by piece.
But as I rewrite my destiny, my enemies are evolving. Worse, the man who should be dead isn't staying buried.
How far am I willing to go to win? And when the thorns I've grown finally draw blood—will I be the one holding the blade, or the one bleeding out?

Lucas was a married billionaire, but the marriage was not as good as the rumors say.
He had been spying on his new secretary for a long time. She has a good face, a hot body, and a neat demeanor.
“Mention your business , lady. Don't think about rolling on my bed. Or I will kick you out.”
Clarie was shocked when she heard the such arrognant words.
But something unspeakable things happened.
Her boss slept her.
"I don't want to have sex with an unconscious person. Now you're awake. Can I fuck you now?"
Clarie has voveted him for a long time...
Can she restrain her desire there?

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

On my son's seventh birthday, he hid behind my husband's first love and shouted at me, "You're a bad woman! She's my real mom!"
My husband was even crueler. He threw me out of the house without a second thought.
"To me, you were nothing but a surrogate."
Heartbroken, I walked away—and later adopted an abandoned little boy.
Years passed, when my husband finally learned the truth about the woman he had always protected, he came to me with our biological son, both of them kneeling before me in tears, begging for forgiveness.
Holding my adopted son's hand, I smiled calmly.
"Sorry. I only have one son."

My daughter was choked until her face turned purple by the mistress's son, then nearly died after my ex-husband forced her to give blood.
She was beaten, cursed at, and abandoned on a bench outside the hospital.
And I could do nothing to help her.
Because I had already died eight years ago.
It wasn't until my daughter collapsed crying at my grave—and the story made the news—that my ex-husband finally learned the truth.
He had destroyed both me and the child we shared in the cruelest way possible.
And by then, there was no fixing it.

At the scene of the car accident, my parents frantically scooped up my sister—who only had a scraped knee—then kicked me aside as I lay there dying.
"Don't be a burden to your sister. Just wait by the roadside and croak!"
They drove off without a second thought. In that moment, my heart turned to stone.
What they didn't know was that I didn't die. Instead, I got adopted by a top-tier professor and became a math prodigy worth tens of millions.
Two years later, when my birth parents went bankrupt and got on their knees begging me for a handout, I smiled coldly and played the recording of their attempted murder...

Everyone in town said I dumped my blind boyfriend because I couldn't stand being poor.
Five years later, I'd become a blind drifter myself, relying on handouts just to eat.
And he'd become one of Silicon Valley's hottest rising tech moguls.
He recognized me, but pretended he didn't.
He wanted me on my knees. Wanted me begging. Wanted me to pay for "abandoning" him.
Until he found out the person who gave up everything for him back then was no one else...
But me.

In my past life, I was pregnant and met a gruesome end, torn apart by the mad dog my cop husband kept, taking both my life and my baby's.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered I was pregnant.
My seemingly perfect husband, the epitome of a good man, smiled as he brought me muffins laced with rat poison. My seemingly kind in-laws watched me intently, eager for me to swallow the deadly treat...
That's when it hit me: the perfect marriage I thought I had was actually a family conspiracy for murder!
This time, I refuse to be the lamb led to slaughter. If you want my life and my child's, then you'll all be begging for mercy in hell!

Six years of hauling corpses. Six years of scraping maggots out of floorboards and suffocating in a toxic slurry of putrefying flesh and industrial solvents—all just to buy my husband a little more borrowed time.

I thought the thing I pulled back from the brink of death was a human being.

But the day my joint accounts were frozen... the moment my own son clamped a hand over his nose in disgust at my stench... the second I watched his mistress weeping softly into his chest... I finally realized the truth.

I hadn't saved a man. I had resurrected a pack of monsters, and they weren't going to stop until they ground me into the dirt.

At our engagement party, my fiancé's first love confessed her feelings for him in front of everyone.
Without a second thought, he shoved me aside and ran after her, leaving me to be hit by a car.
While I was in the hospital, he brought her into our home and forced me to eat food I was allergic to.
Most absurd of all, he personally sent me to the operating table so I could give her my kidney.
She tortured my cat to death, and all he said was, "It was just a cat."
The day I decided to leave the country, he thought I had died in a plane crash. Then he got into a car accident and lost his memory, remembering only the version of us at eighteen—when we were in love.
Too bad some scars never fade.

I was betrayed, cheated on, and ruthlessly schemed against by my own husband. Cornered by him and his mistress, I was forced to leap off a cliff. No one expected that I would survive the fatal fall. I carved out a bloody path for myself in Silicon Valley and rose to become the sharpest, youngest queen across the entire capital circle. Three years later, he knelt before me in utter disarray, weeping brokenly. Meanwhile, draped in a white wedding gown, I was held securely in my bridegroom’s arms. It was in that moment that he finally comprehended—losing me was the harshest retribution he would ever endure for the rest of his life.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

When my own father pinned me against the reef and ripped my scales off one by one, my sister buried herself in my fiancé's arms and cried. "Don't blame my sister. She was born worthless."
Right there in front of everyone, they decided to offer me to the Sea God as a sacrifice. They couldn't even be bothered to send anyone to see me off.
But when I was dragged, half-dead, into the black prison, what came for me wasn't death.
It was the Sea God himself.
He wiped the blood from my tail and said, "Good. Let them keep piling on their sins. I'll make them drop to their knees and beg for your forgiveness."

A wealthy heir was ordered to seduce me, intending to photograph me in compromising positions to destroy my reputation.
At midnight, his hands trembled as he prepared to send the photos, but I coldly exposed his cowardice and ambition.
That night, he deleted all the evidence before my eyes, his gaze filled with complete fanaticism and submission.
Later, he knelt on one knee with a diamond ring, but I poured myself a drink: "I don't need a partner to share power with—I just need an obedient dog."

On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband.
It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled.
In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage.
My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks.
But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress.
"Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband."
This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.

Growing up, if Cecily so much as frowned, whatever I was holding would be ripped from my hands. If she coughed twice, I’d be sent to kneel out in the snow to reflect on how I had "failed to take proper care of my sister."

In adulthood, their favoritism remained unchanged—only it grew deadlier.

My father would slam his fist against the table, threatening to freeze my trust fund and kick me out of the Vance family.

My mother would stare at me with red, tearful eyes, accusing me of "stealing your sister's nutrients in the womb."

Even Declan, my husband on paper, would constantly lecture me about being "reasonable" and "compliant," trying to pressure me into signing a "Volunteer Experimental Trial Consent Form" for Cecily's sake.

An unapproved, illegal human trial.

In the past, I would have cried. I would have looked at them and asked, "When did any of you ever look at me and see a daughter?"

That was until the day I got my own medical report back.

[Terminal Congenital Heart Failure.]

Seven days left to live.

When my father threw that consent form on the table again, using my banishment as collateral; when my mother sobbed, begging me to "take the hit" for my sister; when Declan tried to coax me, promising "just cooperate, it’ll be over soon"—I finally picked up the pen.

I signed my name on an experimental trial waiver with a 90% mortality rate.

They all smiled with relief. They told me I was finally being mature.

What they didn't know was that my time was already up.

I was reborn on the exact night my guardian, Caleb, was consumed by a drug-induced rut.

This time, I didn't hesitate. I dialed his fated Luna directly. "Your Alpha is in rut. You have ten minutes to come collect him."

In my past life, I loved the Alpha who took me in. I gave him everything when he needed it most, throwing myself into the fire just to save him, even bearing his pup.

But that same night, his precious "white moon"—Selena—went out for a walk, only to be dragged away and slaughtered by rogues.

She had mind-linked him thirty-three times before she died. But he was with me, delivering our baby, and he blocked her out.

For that, my reward was a silver collar piercing my scent glands in the cold dungeons. I was forced to watch my baby die in agony, my last sight in this world being Caleb’s eyes, filled with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"If you hadn't refused to call Selena that night, if you hadn't been such a whore begging for my bed, she would never have died."

"You and this bastard pup... the world is cleaner with you both dead."

I blinked, and the nightmare shattered. I was back. Back to the exact night the aphrodisiac triggered his rut.

Kane was the undisputed tyrant of our high school, notoriously ruthless with his words.

I’d always been on the curvier side. When the new, form-fitting cheer uniforms arrived at the locker room, Kane hadn't held back his mocking laugh.

"Are you seriously going to parade around in that?" he had sneered. "Please. You look like a pig about to burst out of its casing. It's embarrassing."

I couldn’t begin to count the number of times I’d mentally broken down over Kane’s acidic remarks. But every time, I forced myself to swallow the humiliation.

Why? Because he was the state's most coveted star quarterback.

Because whenever someone else tried to give me hell, he’d step in with that fiercely impatient, undeniably protective attitude of his. That was my justification.

That was, until the eve of the State Championship.

Daisy, a nobody freshman who had barely scraped her way onto the cheer squad, took the confidential playbook our team had spent three agonizing months perfecting, and handed it straight to our biggest rivals.

Normally, Kane would have sneered and verbally shredded the culprit until there was nothing left of their dignity.

But this time? He just stepped forward, pulled a pack of tissues from the pocket of his expensive letterman jacket, tossed it at Daisy’s feet, and looked away.

"Stop crying," he said, his voice strangely subdued. "The damage is done, and tears won't fix a damn thing. Besides, your face gets all red and swollen when you cry. It's an ugly look."

I was eight weeks pregnant when I suffered a violent hemorrhage inside the café’s restroom. Clutching my bleeding abdomen, I called my husband fourteen times—only to be labeled a hysterical faker. That same night, he toasted champagne with his young female assistant in his arms without a single shred of guilt.
Three days later, surveillance footage exposed the truth. The woman he cherished had been the one who shoved me down the staircase on purpose.
The night I lost our child, he was out raising his glass in celebration.
Fine. I will make them pay for every single thing they’ve done.

In my previous life, I chose the werewolf and gave birth to the Arbiter, only to be burned alive by the younger sister I loved most.
When I was reborn, I knelt before the Oath Stone, handed my marriage pact to her, and watched her gloat in triumph before choosing Sylas, the elf everyone else avoided.
Everyone was waiting to see me make a fool of myself—until the day of the wedding, when he came carrying a gown blessed by the Sacred Tree, lowered his eyes to me, and said, "In this life, I will never fail you."

In the Hall of Divine Selection, my younger sister stepped on me and declared that she was the only one worthy of becoming the Dragon Queen. Then she threw Kaelorn at me—a broken, half-blind dragon she had tortured until even his tail was severed—like he was nothing more than a worthless mate for a worthless bride.
In my last life, I was stripped to the bone and imprisoned by the Dragon God, while she lived free and untouched.
But this time, the moment she raised her hand to slap me, I had already made up my mind—
In this life, I'll be the one to drag her into hell.

To protect my older sister's piano championship, my own brother crushed all ten of my fingers.
To win my sister's favor, my fiancé hired someone to kick the baby out of me.
After surviving a fire that nearly killed me, I finally woke up.
And when I returned, I blasted the hard proof of their affair and their schemes all over the internet. As I watched them lose their minds, lose everything, and drop to their knees begging for mercy, I let out a cold laugh, turned around, and claimed the top of the world!

When my family went bankrupt, my fiancé teamed up with my best friend and sold me to an underground club to pay off their debts.
To secure an investment, that scumbag handed me over to the most powerful kingmaker on Wall Street.
But the moment the call connected, I froze.
The big shot my cheating ex was groveling to was actually my first love—the man I dumped five years ago because he was poor.
Looking at the smug jerk who still had no idea who he was dealing with, I let out a cold laugh.
A deadly revenge game had just begun.

To win back his one true love, my husband sent me, pregnant and vulnerable, straight into the clutches of a rival mob's dungeon.
I was torn apart by vicious dogs, a brutal end for both me and my unborn child.
After death, my spirit drifted back home, only to hear him coldly chuckle, "Let her learn her lesson; she won't come back until she admits she was wrong."
It wasn't until a mangled, rotting body was dumped at his feet, and he saw the blood-soaked wedding ring on its finger, that this heartless mob boss finally snapped...

"Tsk. The only thing you're good at is being barbaric and sadistic. That's probably the reason why you haven't found a mate at 24!"
My opponent taunted me after he failed in his 25th challenge.
I was one of the strongest female wolves in the Flower Moon Pack and served as a Gamma. I thought I would be a virgin for the rest of my life, but until that Howling Night...
When I woke up, I was sandwiched between two other naked men.
There were three other men on the floor.
I panicked, there was an intense pain between my legs, I nearly screamed out loud.
Did I give my virginity to five unknown men?!

“Omega, in about an hour, you’ll feel warm, dizzy, and overcome with hormones in your body.”
I paled. “What happens after it takes effect?”
“Then an alpha in the surrounding area will react to your scent.”
After an hour, the nurse popped her head in. She had a strange look in her eyes and I didn’t like it.
“So he is out there?”
The nurse’s smile fell, “No, not one.”
My eyes widened. “two?”
“No, you have four mates.”
I shook my head. “No, that’s not possible!”
She sighed and opened her phone. “Your mates are as follows; Colby Mcgrath, Rain Kim, Matthew Clark, and Jade Johnson.”
When she said the first name I started to feel faint but then the nurse kept rattling off all the names of my tormenters for years. How could I be tied to all of my brother’s friends?
My panties got wet, I refused to accept that this was a hormonal reaction.

“We are gathered here to pay tribute to Lorain Vale, beloved mother…”
Five years since I left and swore I’d never come back.
I kept that promise until today.
My mother died in a home invasion robbery.
My older brother stands tall and rigid at my side, dressed in black, jaw clenched so tight I can hear his teeth grind. He left long before I did. Left Mom and me behind like we were inconvenient baggage.
I hate him, but I hate his four best friends even more: Theo, Barric, Ronan, and Kade.
****Aria's brother has always kept the world of wolves a secret from her, and driven her out of Blackridge. This is one of the reasons she hates her brother's friends; she believes they have changed him. Aria is considered human, yet she is the last female Sypher—a bloodline believed to be extinct.