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“He’s your brother, Princess. So why do you look at him like that?”

Because June Sterling has never stopped loving Dom Reyes.

He raised her as his own, made her feel safe, and became the one person she could never imagine losing. But the love she carries for her adoptive brother is a secret she’s spent years burying—and coming home threatens to expose it all.

Dom still treats her like his little sister. He doesn’t see the way her heart breaks every time he pulls her close and lets go.

Rook Mercer sees it.

Dom’s best friend is everything June should stay away from: dangerous, arrogant, and far too perceptive. He knows her secret, challenges her every excuse, and refuses to let her keep using Dom as a reason to hide from herself.

June thought loving Dom was the hardest thing she’d ever have to survive.

Then Rook starts looking at her differently.

And suddenly, the man she can’t have isn’t the only one keeping her awake at night.

But if she falls for Dom’s best friend, will she finally find love—or lose the only family she’s ever known?

Emily Johnson POV

My third pregnancy, and I gave birth to another stillborn child.

I struggled to get up, wanting to see my baby one last time, but instead I saw my husband James Smith carrying an infant into his adopted sister's hospital room.

I instinctively followed and heard Xanthe Smith's weak voice:

"James, thank you for being willing to give me Emily's child, for giving me a chance to be a mother."

My child?

Wasn't my child born dead?

My mind went blank, and the blood in my body felt like it had instantly frozen into ice.

"This is what we owe you."

James's voice was full of sympathy:

"If Emily hadn't been so petty back then and insisted on marrying you off, you wouldn't have ended up with that terrible man who tortured you until they had to remove your uterus."

"But what about Emily... What if she finds out and tries to take the baby back?"

"She won't find out."

James's voice turned cold:

"The first two children - didn't she believe they were stillborn too? Everyone in Emerald City knows that Emily only gives birth to dead babies. Even if she makes a fuss, who would believe her?"

"Besides, they're just kids. She's still young, she can have more. She won't care..."

He grabbed me by the waist, pushing me against the cold walls. His hard body and weight pressed against me with eyes as black as darkness itself. “Being hot-headed will only put you in danger Elena,” His intoxicating minty breath filled my nostrils and I fought the urge to break down in his arms.

I let the hate and rage burn my entire body. “So what do you expect me to do? Sit pretty and wait till they come for me and successfully kill me like they did with my parents?” I screamed, unable to stop the tears that rushed down my eyes.

His strong hold against my body loosened, but his eyes remained a dark Abyss and I wished I could see a flicker of emotion in his eyes, even if it was for a second.

“Elena,” Just the call of my name from his lips sent my heart racing, but I had to force myself to remember he was a devil and I'll only get hurt. “You are drunk,” He finally said, releasing me and walking to the table. “What you need is some warm tea to sober you up,”

“No, I don't want tea, Dimitri. What I need is to find my poor sisters and get the bastards responsible for the deaths of my parents. And then, I'll end their miserable lives,” I bit out with muffled rage.

Dimitri paused, as he shifted yet another cold gaze to me. “Well unfortunately, we are all out of bitter revenge tonight, so it's either tea or nothing, sweet Elena,”


Elena Connor wakes up from a coma with no memories of the last two years of her life. Someone wants her dead for a secret she can't remember, and this someone may be responsible for the deaths of her family.

I shouldn't be feeling this way. This isn't something I should want. Because having feelings for a man from the family of a mortal adversary of my family was deemed a betrayal by my father.

But I'm not sure why, every time I think of him, I'm reminded of the day I handed everything to a stranger, the son of my father's mortal enemy. Nonetheless, I continue to desire him. I wanted to see and touch.

I was meant to marry the man my father wanted me to marry, even though I refused. I don't have a choice, and I know it's the right thing to do. However, I found out I was pregnant for two months which was two months after I lost my v card to the man.

I'm not sure why, but my body was demanding the man's face, and his photo was not enough. Perhaps because this is what my baby want.

So before the wedding would happen, I did the most insane thing in my life. I run away from our home, disguise myself as a guy, and apply to be a driver for the most notorious and dangerous man I ever met in my life, for the sake of my baby's wish to see his or her father, although knowing that entering Easton Hunter De Russo world would be suicide.

She spent years hiding how she felt about the one guy she could never have…
until college turns the untouchable hockey captain into the only person who can either destroy her or claim her.


Sloane Harper has loved Noah Brooks in secret for as long as she can remember.
He’s her older brother’s best friend, the golden captain of the university’s hockey team, and the one rule every guy on campus knows better than to break.
To Noah, Sloane was always just “Harper’s little sister” — off-limits, invisible, safe.
He built his entire reputation on one unbreakable rule: never touch the sister of the only person he trusts.
But freshman year changes the game.
Sloane walks onto campus sharper, bolder, and impossible to overlook. Every time Noah sees her in the stands, in the halls, or waiting after practice, that rule starts cracking.
What used to feel like loyalty now feels like the one thing he’s no longer strong enough to fight.
Because the real problem isn’t that he wants her.
It’s that he’s starting to need her more than the team, more than the rule, more than his best friend’s trust.

Zeke and I always said we’d be best friends forever since we were pups. Everyone always assumed we’d end up as mates but we laughed it off. So when we both turned 18 and the string of destiny snapped into place tying us together, I was over the moon. But why is Zeke looking at me like I have two heads? Why is he telling me he’d never mate with a mutt like me? What happened…to best friends forever?

Three years ago, Alicia Brown walked away from the only man who had ever made her feel undone.
After a reckless one-night stand with a powerful stranger, she slipped out of his hotel suite, convinced that disappearing was the only way to protect her heart.
No names or contact information were exchanged—only a connection so consuming it frightened her.
She never imagined fate would bring her back to him.
Until she steps into her best friend’s home for the holidays… and comes face-to-face with Rhys Connell.
Her best friend’s father. The same man who gave her the most unforgettable night of her life.
Wealthy. Controlled. Devastatingly composed.
Rhys is a widowed billionaire with a reputation for discipline and emotional restraint, a man who would do anything to protect his daughter.
The moment their eyes meet, the past ignites.
He remembers the girl who trembled beneath his touch, the girl who vanished without a trace. And the only woman who has haunted him for three years.
Now she is under his roof, laughing beside his daughter, and staying in the same house with him.
Wanting her once was a secret. Wanting her now is betrayal. But Rhys has never been a man who forgets what belongs to him.
And Alicia is about to learn that walking away from him once does not mean she was ever truly free.

"Mom, I am home," I said as I walked our small two bedroom apartment.

"We are in here, Sweety," My mom said

"We," I thought to myself as I walked to the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch with a man who looked to be around her age. He had blond hair and blue eyes. When I walked into the room, they both stood up quickly, letting me know the man was very tall, way taller than my mom, who was only an inch taller than me.

I was sure he had money because he was wearing a nice suit and black dress shoes. I looked at his wrist to see he had a nice Rolex watch.

"Um, I didn't know we were having company," I said.

"Sweety, I would like to introduce you to Jeffrey Jackson," My mom said

"It is nice to meet you, Lina. Your mom has told me so much about you," Jeffrey said

"Hello, Mr. Jackson," I said

"Please, call me Jeffrey," he said, and I looked at my mom.

"You said you needed to talk to me about something," I said

"Let's sit down and talk," my mom said. My mom and Jeffrey sat together on the couch while I sat across from them on a chair.

"I am just going to say this. We are getting married," My mom said

"What do you mean you are getting married?" I asked, shocked.

"Jeffrey asked me to marry him, and I said yes," My mom said.

"Hold on, let's back up a bit. When did this happen?" I asked

"Today. I asked your mom to marry me, and I am so happy she said yes," Jeffrey said

"I wanted you to come home because you need to pack your bags."

Ayumi Clark always dreamed of a happy life filled with love and a supportive family. She achieved her goals of having a home, a career, and true friendships. However, her search for love led her into an abusive relationship, leaving her fighting for survival. As Ayumi endures physical and emotional abuse, she realizes something is wrong. Trapped in a cycle of violence and fear, she begins to doubt herself and her choices. She must heal the pain inflicted by someone she believed loved her. With the support of her friends, particularly her best friend Kaléo Coleman, or Léo, she seeks the abuser and confronts her past traumas.
During this journey, Ayumi and Léo discover their feelings extend beyond friendship. Together, they navigate their doubts and strive to find true love. Yet, Ayumi must first learn to love herself and overcome her own traumas. Through this emotional and inspiring story, Ayumi fights to overcome her past, discovering her inner strength. With her friends' help, she learns self-worth and finds genuine love.
As Ayumi and Kaléo face their challenges, they realize that love and compassion are key to healing their traumas. They understand that true love accepts and supports them through their darkest moments. Together, they confront their fears and overcome obstacles that attempt to separate them. They discover that unity and love provide true strength. Despite their hardships, they find hope for a happy ending and an exhilarating journey of triumph, love, and friendship.

"They say that you killed my best friend, Julian," I whispered, pressing against the wall of the quiet library, having nowhere to escape.
"They say a lot of things about me, Chloe." He responded, his fingers gently tracing the corner of my lips, making me shudder.
"Did you? Did you kill her?" I found myself asking, and his lips lifted in a smile as his fingers travelled down my throat.
"Will you run away from me if I said yes?" His question made me freeze. Will I? Because the answer to that question was tough.
"No," I answered, closing my eyes when his bruised knuckles gently rubbed my cheeks.
I woke up on a hospital bed with no memories of the last six months. While I struggled to remember anything, one name kept echoing in my head.
Julian.
Everyone calls him a monster. For the world, he is an intimidating, violent, and brooding outcast. And worse of all, he is the prime suspect in my best friend, Rachel's, murder.
I should stay away from him. I shouldn't even think of crossing paths with him, but every single moment, I only find myself wondering about the stranger I don't remember but can't get rid of.
There's a dangerous, mysterious pull that drags me closer to him. And I know he feels it too because no matter how hard he pushes me away, he's shielding me from everyone.
Wanting to discover my hazy memories and my best friend's real murderer to clear his name, I find myself in a web of lies and manipulation.
The more I try to go back into my past, the more Julian holds me in the dark.
Is he really a ruthless murderer as everyone claims, or is the truth far more horrifying than I know?

Letty has a passionate once night stand on the night of her divorce. After waking up with fuzzy memory of the night before she heads off to work as a sports writer. When she shows up to an interview of a difficult sports superstar she runs right into her one night stand. Is this the beginning of true love?

A seductive boss and his maid……
Note: This book may contain some steamy scenes…..
When a billionaire falls for his maid, what lengths must he go through, in order to make her his???
Using dubious means to get into her panties, does that make him the antagonist or the protagonist????

Read this interesting boss/maid affair story to find out more …..

“Teach me, teach me how to turn you on, teach me how to pleasure you, Sister” He ran his hands down her bare chest, taking in a sharp breath.
She shut her eyes, sighing, “Don’t. Don't call me that. Please.”
“Why, I thought you loved it when I do”
“It makes me think of thousand reasons why this is wrong, why me fucking my brother is wrong”

Hope Alejandra Torres never knew how thin the line between love, lust and hate was, until her brother came back after seven years, looking sinfully different.
Only he can push her buttons and make her breath fire, yet only he can touch her in places he shouldn't and make her feel different.
But it's forbidden, or is it? He's her brother after all.

The main character get kidnapped by a rival pack and get saved by her two mates who are alphas of an allied pack with her father. they have a lot of struggles while getting to know each other including getting kidnapped a second time while pregnant The female shifter and her five mates will have many struggles including with their pups but they put their strength and loyalty to the test with many pack as they become the Alphas of Alphas and rule the entire Kingdoms and counsels.

"Did you really think you could run from me, Edeline?"
He stepped closer, his shadow swallowing me whole as his thumb traced the rapid pulse at my neck. "You thought you were escaping, how cute. You can run all you want, I encourage it. Seeing you squirm like a trapped little mouse has its own appeal but do know one thing.”
His lips pressed against my neck, trailing feather light kisses that made my knees weak. I swallowed back a moan, just barely. “You're mine, Sugarplum. No matter where or how far you go, you'll end up back in my arms where you belong. We are inevitable.”

Edeline thought losing her dad was the rock bottom of her life.
She was wrong.
Forced to move in with her estranged mother, Edeline’s life turns into a living nightmare when she meets her new stepbrother: Auric Gilbert.
In middle school, Auric was the cruel bully who made her life a daily misery. Five years later, he’s taller, dangerously handsome, and far more lethal. Desperate to survive under the same roof, Edeline quietly plans her escape—until a single mistake hands Auric absolute control over her life.
Trapped in his house and forced to play by his rules, Edeline has to figure out how to survive a man who knows her deepest secrets, or risk being broken completely.

In a world where two wolf packs, the Moonblood, and Silver Claw, once fought a brutal war, Alpha Alex and Alpha Morgan are now forced into a marriage by the Moon Goddess to keep the peace, even though they are not mates and are both under a curse of not feeling the mate bond ever in their lifetime. Morgan is a stubborn Luna and Alex is a possessive and controlling alpha. The both of them can't stand each hold but are forced to be lovers rather than enemies, and not everyone is happy about this arrangement on both pack sides since the thirst for their enemies' blood and revenge is still strong in the hearts of members of the packs. But what happens when Morgan is forced into a contract with Alex to bear his heir as a sign of her loyalty to his pack, and Alex gets put in the position to either stand with his pack and kill Morgan or believe her innocence and fight for her after she gets accuse of killing their unborn baby?

Blurb

Jenna’s life shatters when a dangerous-looking stranger corners her asking about Alpha Caesar, the most feared man on campus, survival instinct kicks in.

She lies straight to his face and runs.

But fate has other plans. She thinks she's escaped.

She's wrong.

The man in her bathtub proves it.

Caesar—the ruthless alpha himself—is barely alive in her bathtub, his memories scattered like the trail of carnage he left behind. Jenna patches him up, counting the hours until she can shove him out her door and reclaim her quiet life.

But when Caesar's eyes finally open, everything changes. He looks at her like she's the answer to a question she never asked. His words raw and impossible;

"Mate."

One word. Her whole world tilts.

Because if Caesar believes she's his mate, whoever tried to kill him will be coming for her next. And the man who can't remember his own name somehow remembers her in ways that make her blood run cold.

How can Jenna escape from the possessive grip of the Alpha who have sworn to never let her go?

I felt his strong veiny right arm tighten around my naval to pull me closer to him from behind, as he left a small bite on my earlobe with a whisper, “Babe, come on…why are you being suddenly shy now? Isn’t this what you wanted? Weren’t you fantasizing about me…all this time?”

“W-Wait! W-What’s happening, Sir!? W-Why we are being like this!? T-This is so wrong…you are my boss and I am just your employee—” The way his low deep voice sent shivers down my spine, especially when he nipped on my earlobe which was one of my erogenous zones, I panicked and tried to break free from his restraint.

But the more I struggled, the more his grip around my body tightened, as if he was drawing all the strength out of me, “Why? Aren’t I allowed to show my love to my beloved wife?”

“W-W-Wife??” My voice choked from shock as I stared at him with wide disbelief unable.


Julia's life was turned upside down overnight when she faced a grave betrayal from her long-term boyfriend Marco, who chose her wicked stepsister Melanie on the same day Julia was expecting a proposal from him. Heartbroken and shattered, Julia ends up drowning her sorrow in alcohol, only to wake up the next day with hickeys all over her body with the realization that she had slept with a total stranger who had his face covered with a mask. Filled with shame and regret, somehow when she decided to move forward with her regular life, were her intuitions wrong when she felt the new handsome CEO of their company seemed oddly familiar to her?

As the powerful supernatural creature of Planet Alpha, Damon was stuck on the earth’s surface 200 years ago as a result of a technical error in his spaceship, but falling for an innocent human maiden who was nonetheless his ‘destined mate’ came out of his syllabus in his life.
However, destiny was ruthless. Losing the love of his life brutally and being left alone on earth for centuries, only with a promise from his ‘mate’ to be reborn, Damon had started to lose his hope only until his path crossed with Julia who ignited the lost hope in his heart that he wasn’t abandoned by his mate after all!

What happens when destiny stands out as the biggest obstacle between the love of a human girl and a supernatural alien? Will Julia be able to accept the dreadful secret Damon has been hiding behind his facade as a perfect man? When countless misunderstandings are involved, how will Damon and Julia rekindle their lost love? Will they succeed in protecting each other…or fate will tear them apart once again?

One sacred rule in the Silver Frost Pack: siblings can never be mates.

Until the moon goddess decided to play a cruel joke.

Killian Fenrirson would kill anyone who dared look at his little sister. As the pack's feared enforcer, protection runs in his blood. But when forbidden desires start haunting his dreams, the very sister he swore to protect becomes his sweetest temptation.

Faye has always lived in her brother's shadow, safe in his unwavering love. That is, until his touch starts burning through her skin and his growl sends shivers down her spine. Now, every moment together is both ecstasy and torture.

But someone in the pack has been watching. Waiting. When jealousy ignites into murderous rage, buried secrets claw their way to the surface. Blood will stain the snow. Bonds will shatter. And one of them will discover just how far they'll go to claim what was never meant to be theirs.

In the Silver Frost Pack, forbidden love doesn't just kill—it devours.

Evelyn Mitchell thought love meant sacrifice—until the man she married turned her into a ghost in her own home. Married for three years, ignored, humiliated, and blamed for a tragedy she didn’t cause, Evelyn is shattered when she learns she's pregnant with Fabian's child—the same man who loves her sister, Gina.
As secrets unravel and betrayal cuts deeper, Evelyn must decide: stay silent and disappear, or fight for the child she never thought she'd have… and the dignity she refuses to lose.
In a world where loyalty is twisted and love is weaponized, how far will one forgotten wife go to protect what's hers?

It took her five years to follow her own wishes and marry him. Yet he sold her to the Resorts World LA, killed their baby with his own hands...... What he did reduced her to the unprecedented misery and uncountable unhappiness. However, when she finally got rid of her love for him, which was like a poisonous thorn, he changed his mind and begged her to stay as if he"s gone mad. But for her, none of them mattered--love or reputation. He"d rather die than crawl back to the grave he built for her!

When Sylvia lost her last family and thought this was where her life as a rogue began, the most powerful Alpha dragged her to his mansion.
"I owe your father a debt," he said to her. "Anything you desire, I’ll give it."
But as he leaned closer—cedar and danger swirling in the air—all she wanted was:
His teeth on her neck.
His kiss like a brand.

Invent any power you want.
But if anyone guesses it, you die.
Most contestants choose simple abilities: invisibility, teleportation, super strength. They begin dying within hours.
Evan Reed chooses something else.
He writes definitions. Exceptions. Appendices. Loopholes. Countermeasures. Hundreds of thousands of words that turn every sentence into a law of reality.
Now billions of viewers are trying to solve him, the system’s Judge has entered the game, and Evan is still typing.
Because his real weapon isn’t gravity control, conceptual erasure, or immortality.
It’s the fine print.

Claire Bennett built her marriage the way she built her fortune: with clear eyes, sharp numbers, and no illusions about love. So when her husband, Ethan, announces that he is pretending to be poor for a younger woman, Claire is less offended by the affair than by the insultingly low breakup fee he plans to offer.

Then the game turns expensive. The young woman knows more than Ethan thinks, and the elite attorney hired to tear apart Claire's finances is Adrian Shaw, the broke student Claire once deceived, desired, and abandoned with two million dollars. To survive the divorce, Claire must outplay a husband who wants devotion without sacrifice, face the man who once offered her everything he had, and decide whether money can still buy the only thing she actually regrets losing.

My husband, Ethan Cole, had found a young woman to play poor with. He shared her rented apartment, wore matching outfits bought on clearance, and hunted down takeout deals. He called it getting back to his roots.

We'd had even less when we started out. A leaking basement. Cheap noodles because delivery cost too much. Now that we were rich, he missed being broke.

"It's just for fun. We're not sleeping together," he told me. "When I get bored, I'll give her two hundred thousand dollars to move on. You won't have to deal with her."

I didn't cry. I didn't throw anything.

After a moment, I asked, "Two hundred thousand? Isn't that a little cheap?"

Years earlier, I'd played the same game with a broke young man.

When I left him, I'd paid two million.

Five years after the rejection that tore them apart, Lethia and Castiel cross paths again at a secluded medical facility.

Lethia is now a respected doctor, while Castiel is an Alpha known for enforcing peace in the rogue clan.

There, Castiel meets a little girl whose face mirrors Lethia's. But his heart shatters when he sees the man he knew pushing the child’s wheelchair.

Bound by buried secrets, old wounds, and unspoken truths, Lethia and Castiel must face a question: Was their bond truly broken or merely tested by fate?

After my parents passed away, I regarded the Carter family as my last blood relatives and Jessica as the light for the rest of my life. Until that day, Dafu, who was sitting next to me on the sofa, suddenly looked up and his voice hit me directly in the head.
It said that Jessica holding Brad's arm was a ploy to force me to sell my house. It said that my parents' insurance money had long been "borrowed" away by Carter time and time again. It said that in thirty days, extreme cold would arrive, with temperatures dropping to minus eighty degrees Celsius, turning the world into hell.
Memories of my past life were also poured in by Dafu—they broke my legs and threw me outside, where I froze into an ice sculpture in a blizzard.
Dafu rushed to save me, but Brad pinned him to the snow, skinned him, made a fire, and ate him.
I silently pulled out the Glock 19 my father had left me and chambered a round.
Click.
In this life, I won't listen to people anymore; I'll listen to dogs.

Last life, my twin sister and I each got a system that would last ten years.

She took the Spicy Heroine System. I was left with the Girlboss System.

Ten years later, I was a CEO the whole city admired. She was in a hospital bed, paralyzed from the waist down by the men who'd adored her right up until her system vanished.

I brought her flowers. She drove a needle into my neck.

"You get everything," she screamed, "and I get this?"

Now I'm eighteen again, back on the morning we choose, and Juliet dives for the Girlboss System before I can blink.

That leaves me with the Spicy Heroine System. Two arrogant heirs. A closet full of lingerie.

One of them lets me move into his mansion. The other tosses me the keys to his penthouse.

Juliet watches all of it and smiles.

"Enjoy them while you can. In ten years, they'll do to you everything they did to me."

She's half right. In ten years, they'll both be on their knees.

On the seventh turning of our Lunar Oath, I sat on my Alpha's lap, my hand resting on my flat stomach where our first pup was growing. I was waiting for midnight to tell him.
Then he spoke to his warriors in the Old Tongue.
"My new shadow-pet, Lirael... she tastes like an unplucked sweet-vine in the dark."
He was talking about my own sister.
While my mate smiled at me, playing the devoted Alpha, he had already ruined our sacred bond. And when my sister showed up at our gates claiming she carried his heir, I didn't scream, cry, or beg for the truth.
I just smiled.
Three days.
In three sunsets, Seren Thalyn will cease to exist.
By the time he breached his safe to find my wedding ring and my signed severance scroll, I would already be gone.

A man's luxurious watch slipped out of my wife's purse. Without batting an eye, she lied, "It's a gift for your dad." Looking at the youthful, trendy style and thinking of the remote-controlled toy that had mysteriously appeared in the nightstand, I felt nothing but utter disgust.
In the surveillance footage, the domineering homewrecker not only wore my clothes but also arrogantly taunted me.
And my own flesh and blood, the son I cherished more than my own eyes, had covered for them for a few hundred dollars of pocket money!
Since everything was rotten to the core, I wouldn't even want the son anymore.
Without a word, I accepted a tenured professor position overseas, decisively gave up custody, and promptly mailed the divorce papers and the adult toy to her company.
The mistress and the homewrecker's little celebration? Let them torment each other.
This time, I'm taking my life back.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband, Gabriel.

The problem was, I was severely allergic to roses — something I'd told him countless times.

"Same order number, two deliveries," the delivery man said casually, glancing at his clipboard.

My blood ran cold.

The man who'd claimed he had to work late — who couldn't even spare me a simple "Happy anniversary" — was at that very moment holding another woman in his arms. Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. A designer handbag. Diamond jewelry. And on his face, a tender smile I hadn't seen once in five years of marriage.

For him, I had given up everything. I'd gone from being the pampered darling of the Rivers family to a wife crammed into a tiny apartment, comparing prices across three different grocery stores just to stretch every dollar. I'd filed down every sharp edge I had. Swallowed every last ounce of my pride.

And yet here he was — while I was still carrying his child — lavishing the very best of everything on someone else.

Gabriel, you dare betray me?

Then that CEO seat? Consider it gone.

A once-formidable heiress, dulled and diminished by love, was about to reclaim everything she'd lost. The masks were coming off.

And the reckoning was just beginning.

Today was my wedding day.
In just one hour, I would be walking down the aisle in my wedding dress toward my future husband.

"Marry me. Come now.
Sender: Landon"

My childhood sweetheart had suddenly sent me a message. Just one sentence and a location pinned on a map.

I didn't even have time to change. I rushed to the location still wearing my wedding dress.
But when I arrived, what greeted me wasn't a wedding venue, but the unbridled, mocking laughter of Landon and his buddies.

"And here I thought she had some self-respect! She actually rented a wedding dress just to throw herself at Landon?"
"Hilarious. Landon’s been playing her this whole time, and she still has zero backbone. How pathetic!"
"All Landon has to do is whistle, and she comes running, wagging her tail like a dog!"

Three years ago, to quell a mafia feud and save my father's life, I married Alessio.

Over the past three years, the occasional scraps of tenderness he threw my way had slowly tricked me into falling in love.

Until the day I nearly bled to death giving birth to our twins—only for him to immediately hand them over to his true love. His adoptive sister, Bianca, had been left sterile after taking a bullet for him years ago.

In the end, the reality was clear. I was just a breeding vessel, kept around merely to bear children for the only woman he ever loved.

My dignity, my flesh and blood, and my ridiculous love were unapologetically trampled into the dirt.

And when the devastating news of my father's brutal murder followed, the very last trace of weakness in my heart disintegrated into ash.

As my younger sister drove her crystal blade into my chest, she screeched in mad laughter: "Why did you get to achieve fame and glory just because you chose Wisdom? If I could start over, I’d never choose Beauty!"
A blinding white light exploded before my eyes. We were both reborn, back in the Fate-Chamber.
This time, she shoved me aside and snatched the "Pact of Wisdom," tossing the "Pact of Charm"—the very power she so utterly despised—to me. She couldn't wait to see me turn into a useless, superficial airhead.
Inside the top-tier magic academy, armed with the enhanced memory and comprehension granted by her contract, she reveled in the spotlight and showered me with ruthless mockery.
What she didn't know was that the Pact of Wisdom never bestowed unearned miracles. Without discipline, the gifted talent would ultimately devour her. And the Pact of Charm she so thoroughly reviled was never meant for sycophancy—as long as I stayed clear-headed and true to myself, that power would become my impenetrable spiritual fortress.
In this life, I am still your worst nightmare.

The first thing I do with my second chance is sell off my perfect fiancé for ten million dollars.

The first time around, I became someone else for Julian Whitmore.

He likes nude-toned dresses. Hates when I wear anything with color. He won't let me have more than one glass of champagne in public. Won't let me laugh too loud. Won't let me initiate anything in bed.

His voice is always so calm, like he's correcting a disobedient pet.

I spend three years turning myself into what he wants: docile, proper, flawless. Until depression drags me under. Until that night I lay in the bathtub and watched the water turn red.

When I die, he's still downstairs in his study, editing my speech for tomorrow's charity gala.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in the Winters' living room with that unsigned arrangement in front of me.

This time? Fuck perfect.

But when he lifts that veil at the wedding and realizes the bride isn't me, this man who's spent his whole life in control completely loses it.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

On a rainy night, I lay in a pool of my own blood, barely alive.
My wife, Juliana, was kneeling beside a man named Sebastian. "Take my husband's blood! I will take full responsibility if anything happens!"
Drop by drop, my lifeblood was drained from me, flowing into the body of her first love.
After three days and nights of struggling in the ICU, I finally regained consciousness, only to hear her scornful words outside the door: "Sacrificing a mediocre researcher for the health of my Muse is a worthwhile trade."
So, the five years of tender affection, the specially prepared nutritional soups she brought me every night—it was all to squeeze the last drop of blood from me.
She thought I would remain in the dark like a loyal dog, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Too bad she didn't know that I had quietly poured out that "medicine" and called the Security Bureau.
It was time for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

On my wedding anniversary, I died a brutal death, drained of every drop of blood by my husband’s socalled “sacred snow ferret”. That creature was Sylvia, his longdead true love striving for rebirth. For three long years, I was nothing more than a disposable blood vessel. Even my own son betrayed me for hollow, false affection.
Given a second chance at life, I cast aside all foolish mercy. I watched coldly as my hypocritical mage husband and traitorous son doted on the ferret, and documented every one of their heinous crimes.
I turned his longawaited reunion into a boneandflesh feast.
When the Templar tribunal finally arrived to pass judgment, I broke free from the cage of my old life and stepped out toward my own boundless freedom.

Three years ago, I devoted my family's entire fortune to rescue my husband from the mire of impending bankruptcy. I once believed this was a mutual journey of love, until that day revealed the chilling truth — I had merely been nurturing a self-consuming wolf.
The metallic scent of blood still hung in the air of the delivery room when he signed the document relinquishing life support, trading our newly born child for a flicker of hope for his beloved.
As I lay in a pool of blood, dialing his number, I could hear the heavy breaths of him and his mistress on the other end.
The explosion of the yacht cast flames upon the sea, and in that life-or-death moment, he unhesitatingly let go of my hand.
They all believed I had perished beneath the waves.
Very well.
Now, my wedding invitation lies within his reach.

I wasted five whole years of my youth chasing Gerald Darkmoor, the Alpha heir of the Darkmoor Pack.
On the very day I was supposed to marry him, standing there in my white bridal gown, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Gerald and his friend.
"Gerald, are you really going to marry Elowen?" his friend asked, sounding skeptical.
A dark shadow crossed Gerald's eyes.
"Of course. The Wardens' Concord has been breathing down our pack's neck. And since Sylara is carrying my pup, the Concord elders are furious with me. Marrying Elowen is the perfect way to pacify them."
"Aren't you worried Elowen will find out about your affair and go after Sylara?"
"No. She is madly in love with me. She'll keep my secret."
"She's soft and easy to control. As long as I marry her, the Darkmoor Pack will be temporarily safe from a Concord purge, and Sylara will be out of danger." 
My entire world collapsed in that instant.
In my daze, I wandered off, was ambushed, and severely injured.
When I finally woke up from the coma, I remembered everyone. Everyone except Gerald.
So, when Lord Vale, the leader of the Wardens' Concord, sent a rune-message asking me to return for a political marriage, I immediately arranged for an escort convoyseven days later.

I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.

I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.

I thought we'd always stand together.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.

I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.

Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.

I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.

Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

I stared at his small face for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."

A hundred years ago, old Duke Rowland saved me with a bowl of hot soup when I was dying. To repay him, I swore myself, as the Silver Wolf Goddess, to a hundred-year covenant protecting House Rowland.

I taught Garrett how to hold a sword. I turned Caleb into a prodigy at the Mages' Guild. I saved Preston's family from ruin.

But Lillian took a potion to fake being sick, and all it took was her claiming only my heart could save her to turn three men's knives on me.

In my last life, I begged them to listen, told them that cutting out my heart would tear down the foundation of House Rowland itself. They finally backed off.

Then Lillian, trying to keep the lie going, secretly upped her dose and poisoned herself to death in her own bed.

The three of them lost their minds and blamed me for her death.

"A beast doesn't get to call itself the guardian of House Rowland. Die."

They cut my heart out. I died on that altar.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day they took my heart.

This time, I didn't waste my breath. I handed it over myself and let them have what they wanted.

The goddess's heart fell. The covenant ended.

They just didn't know yet how badly House Rowland would fall apart without me.

I just got out of prison after three years, and my family wants me to go back in.
"It's only three days," they said. "You survived three years—what's three more days?"
What they don't know: I'm dying. The only thing keeping me alive is my mate bond. Three days away from Everett means death.
For three years in prison, someone sent me food every week. No note, no name. I thought it meant my family still loved me.
I was so grateful.
I didn't know it was my twin sister. I didn't know what was inside.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

The housekeeper’s daughter just locked me out of my own Bentley.

"Bob, drive," Ella Brooks—the school's untouchable Queen Bee—ordered my chauffeur. She leaned into her boyfriend, Ryan Harrington, shooting me a look of fake pity. "My family already pays her tuition. Charity cases don't get free rides."

A bunch of kids nearby laughed, always eager to kiss up to the fake heiress. Ryan glared at me like I was actual trash. "Maya, if someone puts a roof over your head, show some respect. Know your place."

The tinted windows rolled up. Tires squealed, leaving me choking on exhaust.

I stood on the curb, watching my car speed off. She had hijacked my entire life to play school royalty and snag a wealthy guy, convincing everyone I was the freeloader.

I was so pissed I actually laughed. She mistook my low profile for weakness.

She wanted to play the billionaire's daughter? Fine. Playtime is officially over.

From a young age, I understood that my asthma was a shackle for my entire family. My parents took turns caring for me, their hearts gripped by the fear of any sign of respiratory distress. In their fervent concern for my health, they even compelled my sister, Sophie, freshly accepted into university, to postpone her studies and return home to assist in my care.
At Sophie's eighteenth birthday celebration, I lingered at the edge of the crowd, my chest constricted, and my throat felt as if it were ensnared by invisible hands. I gently tugged at my mother's sleeve, my voice barely a whisper: "Mom, I... can't breathe. I want to go back to my room..."
In an instant, my mother whirled around, her eyes ablaze with fury, as though she had awaited this moment of eruption. She seized my inhaler and hurled it into the farthest corner of the room.
"If it's this painful, then go die!" she shrieked, her words cutting like a knife. "Stop using your illness to hold us hostage!"
The inhaler tumbled to the floor, rolling away like a forgotten piece of trash. I stared at it blankly, a sudden laugh escaping my lips.
And then, I truly died. Yet, in the wake of my passing, those who once found me a burden descended into madness.

Only after I lost the promotion did I find out that my broke boyfriend secretly owned the company I worked for.

He'd voted against me.

One of his friends asked him, “Aren't you worried Nora Bennett will find out you've been lying to her and raise hell?”

Blake Whitmore gave a casual laugh.

“Why would I be? It doesn't take much to make her happy again.”

“Chloe's different. She's been a princess her whole life. When she wants something, she has to have it. I can't stand seeing her upset.”

“It's just a director's job. If she wants it, I'll let her have her fun.”

Chloe Sinclair.

The woman they'd brought in from outside to take the position I'd worked for.

Something I'd fought so hard to earn was just a toy she could have for the asking.

I blinked back the sting in my eyes, looked down at my phone, and answered the recruiter.

“Hi. I'd like to accept the offer in Pittsburgh.”

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

I married into a wealthy family in place of my runaway sister, but my husband, Damian, refuses to touch me.

He refuses to dance with me in public, rejects my kiss, and even has my luggage dumped in the hotel lobby.

Believing he despises me, I pull off my wedding ring and prepare to leave.

But the moment my blood touches the blue diamond, I hear his thoughts:

“Leave. I want her too much. If she comes any closer, I really will hurt her.”

On my wedding day, my entire family received Iris’s desperate plea for help.
“Mom, Dad, Brother! I’ve been kidnapped, come save me, quick!”
Everyone panicked—including my fiancé, Theodore.
They interrupted the wedding ceremony to rush to Iris.
I begged them through tears not to go. I said it was a trick, something Iris had staged herself.
“The ceremony would have been over in ten more minutes. Can’t you just wait ten minutes?”
My parents called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch. My brother, Ron, pried my fingers from his tuxedo lapel.
“Chloe, stop being so selfish! Even if Iris isn’t your blood sister, how can you be so cruel?!”
“All you care about is your own wedding! Do you really want to see her die?!”
My fiancé looked at me with disappointment. “Let’s cancel the wedding for now.”
“I just realized… the one I care about more… is Iris.”
Watching their hurried figures disappear, I picked up a knife and locked myself in the bridal suite.

Did you slaughter your roommates?" the detective sneered. "No!" I screamed. The polygraph technician stared at the flawless readouts confirming I told the absolute truth. I was innocent. But if a human didn't tear those girls apart in our locked dorm... then what exactly is hunting me now?