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"You pathetic mistake of a man! What's more disgusting than fucking your brother's wife for revenge!".
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"You will surely beg me. It doesn't matter if you're begging for sex or your life but you will beg me. I will break you, it's a promise ".

Rape.
The one thing Riley never thought would happen to her yet the one thing that was able to ruin her life and enrich her parents. Then she got sold off to the very person that stole her innocence.
She swore to make them all pay. Even if she has to kill him and keep the baby.
Then his brother, Roman Shaw walks into her life and she realize she's dealing with more than just one devil.
She's stuck in the midst of a family rivalry. One where everyone uses her as a toy.

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

For ten years, Lyra has been hopelessly in love with Kael, the powerful Northern Alpha. She endured ridicule in her pursuit, and even as Fated Mates, Kael never acknowledged her Luna identity. Before dying, she finally realized the cruel truth — Kael never loved her — and passed away alone on the bed where they were married.
Fortunately, the Moon Goddess gave her a second chance.
Reborn at seventeen, Lyra vows to live for herself and keep her distance. Kael panics at her withdrawal, unable to bear seeing her draw close to other Alphas. He believes the seemingly weak, Wolfless Lyra cannot escape his grasp, but she hides a true Alpha identity. Beneath their love, a far greater conspiracy quietly lurks.

My fiancé has tried to kill me seventeen times.

Everyone says I'm cursed by the Moon Goddess. Five years, seventeen mating ceremonies—all ending in blood.

An eagle's talons through my spine. Poisoned wine that stopped my heart. Ritual flames that charred my skin. Each time, I survived. Each time, Kael Silverblade held my hand and swore it was fate's cruelty, not his.

I believed him.

Until the seventeenth time.

Blood moon. Three assassins. Nine bone blades cutting precise lines across my body—missing every vital organ, maximizing the pain. I writhed on the sacred stones, screaming until my voice broke.

Three days later, still wrapped in bandages, I heard him talking to his lieutenant outside the healing den.

"Lord Silverblade, she almost died this time. Maybe we should—"

"No." Kael's voice was ice. "Her brother saved my life. My grandfather swore a blood debt—a mating bond to repay it. But goddammit, I love Vira. I've always loved Vira. Not her."

Silence.

"Keep the accidents coming," he said. "As long as she won't let go, we keep going. She'll break eventually. She has to."

I pressed against the wall, tears streaming down my face.

Seventeen times. Not curses. Not fate.

Him.

The male I'd loved since I was sixteen.

But here's what Kael doesn't know—this time, he finally wins.

I won't survive the next full moon.

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

She is the last Luna on the Planet.

She is a lonely widow and the mother of the only two children left in her pack.

Five years ago, her life was shattered. Since then, she has been trying to pick up the pieces.

In a dystopian world, where years of conflict and infighting and decades of climate catastrophes have wiped out the entire wolf population, Julia roams around the vast barren landscape hoping for a miracle. A chance at securing a better future for her kids. A burning desire to find a fertile land with an abundance of water to rebuild her wolfpack from scratch.

Julia’s pack loses the turf war to multiple attacks from rival clans and soon becomes homeless. Left with a handful of survivors and her two little pups, Julia begins to search for a new home.

She gives up all hope until she meets an Alpha who would change her life.

He is a highborn who has lost everything to savage wars and merciless Nature. He is an Alpha without a pack or a mate. He is as hungry for love as Julia is.

And he has a rogue omega for company who is young, dashing, fierce. He mates like a lion, hunts like a panther, protects like a god.

Both men get obsessed with Julia.

Julia is torn between her love and respect for the noble Alpha and her raw desire for the feral younger rebel. They both fight for her.

It is left upto Julia to decide who she would choose as her future mate.

Julia’s epic saga of survival and struggle is also her journey of Self- discovery. She discovers hidden strengths, battles inner demons, overcomes moral dilemma, and learns the harshest truth of Life:

“Loss is not as bad as wanting more.”

I've married sixteen dead men for a living. My seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.
I was born knowing one thing: the dead can speak one last time — but only to a spouse.
So I marry dead men. Rich families pay me to wed their fresh corpses, carry the last words sealed inside me, and read the testament out before the heirs. Then I burn the marriage certificate, and the marriage ends at the grave. Starting price: six hundred thousand dollars.
This morning, the Crane heir drowned in his own pool. Twenty-eight, obscenely rich, not one word left behind. The family offered five million and a private jet. By my count — my seventeenth husband. By a wide margin, the handsomest.
I said "I do" to a corpse for the seventeenth time. Then I called for his last words.
Silence. Sixteen weddings, sixteen voices. Husband number seventeen had nothing to say.
Because my seventeenth husband just opened his eyes.