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They say true love makes a woman radiant. Noble. Beautiful.

But my marriage? It was a prison.

For seven years, I wore the shackles of "the perfect wife." I endured. I yielded. I bent over backward to keep the peace. Even when my husband banished me to the back row on our anniversary. Even when I watched him fawn over another woman right in front of me—I stayed silent.

I wanted to break free. I just didn't know how.

Then the yacht swayed, and my arm brushed against Theodore Sinclair.

He didn't pull away.

Neither did I.

When his fingers found mine beneath the blanket... when his voice dropped low against my ear and murmured, *"When we reach shore, I'll give you exactly what you want"*—

I was lost.

They say a woman who strays has no shame.

But when his lips met mine, I couldn't help wondering:

Is this it? Is this where my new life finally begins?

He was supposed to be my way out, but he was the one who pushed me into the pit all along.
I used to think Carter was the one good thing in this hellhole of a high school. He'd stand up for me when the whole class mocked my stutter. He'd hand me a clean jacket when my locker got stuffed with dead rats.
For him, I gave up my Ivy League dreams, willingly settling for some mediocre state university.
Until that Friday outside the locker room, when I heard him brag to his teammates and the head cheerleader—the same girl who'd led the charge in tormenting me—about his "conquest" in the most casual tone imaginable.
Turns out, I was just the prize in their sick bet.
In that moment, everything I'd believed in shattered.
I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just quietly changed my college application, and then, at the height of their triumph, I watched with cold eyes as they destroyed themselves.

After three years together, my artist boyfriend feverishly sketched his female junior during a trip—yet left the exact spot where I had stood for half an hour completely blank.

"You're too rigid. You just blend into the background. There's no need to put you in the painting."

I used to be his muse. But now, he claimed I lacked inspiration and was only fit to be a backdrop.

On our third anniversary, I caught him seeking an "artistic breakthrough" with that same junior—stark naked. When he irritably snapped at me for ruining his perfect lighting, I didn't scream or cry hysterically.

I simply packed my things and boarded a one-way flight to Paris.

Leaving that toxic relationship behind, my entire world opened up. I now run my own wholly-owned art gallery, and I have a partner who truly cherishes me.

Yet now, the very man who once dismissed me as mediocre has chased me all the way to Paris.

Kneeling pathetically on my carpet with bloodshot eyes, he sobs that he can't draw a single line without me, begging me to come back and be his muse once again.

I spent five years waiting for a wedding, only to watch his first love move in—pregnant, sleeping in our master bedroom, wearing my wedding dress.

She said the baby was his. He believed her.

She said I pushed her. He believed her.

She said I was eaten up with jealousy. He believed her.

But me? He didn't believe a single word I said.

The day I tried on my wedding gown, gunfire erupted. My fiancé shielded her and ran, never once looking back. He forgot that the woman left behind in the line of fire was the one he was supposed to marry. In that moment, my heart turned to ash.

Then came the report from his men—

"Boss, we couldn't find Miss Celeste..."

And so, this cold-blooded mafia king finally learned what it felt like to lose something.

Too bad. Some things, once lost, are gone forever.

I died in the tenth year of our marriage. Not from illness, but from thirty-six hundred days of silent cruelty and penance.

Ten years ago, during that avalanche, he grabbed my hand at the last second. The girl he loved got buried under all that snow.

After that, even breathing felt like a crime.

He drank himself into oblivion, stayed out all night, and on the anniversary of her death, he'd wrap his hands around my throat and ask, "Why wasn't it you?"

I loved him for fifteen years, from childhood sweethearts to bitter strangers. I gave everything for even a hint of warmth from him. What I got instead was him shoving me down the stairs for her little sister.

When I open my eyes again, wind cuts through me and snow fills the air. I'm ten years in the past, back to that afternoon in the Alps.

This time, I'll give you what you want.

I was stitching up a shrapnel wound in South Sudan when a lawyer called to tell me my grandfather William Caldwell had died, leaving me 120 billion dollars - I didn't even know he existed. Now I'm back in New York to claim my inheritance and cancel an engagement to businessman Oliver Jennings that my grandfather had arranged. His secretary Theodore brought me straight from the airport to try on jewelry for tonight's dinner party, where he plans to reveal my identity and announce my inheritance.

Just as I was trying on the necklace, a woman arrogantly yanked it from my neck and mocked me as a nobody. I don't like to abuse my power, but she's an exception.

Everyone in our circle knows I'm Adrian's caged bird, and the "bad woman" his son Miles hates most.

For Miles, I gave up my fellowship in Zurich and spent seven years playing housewife.

What did I get in return? Adrian took Sophie to gallery openings on our anniversary. Miles smashed cake in my face in front of everyone, calling me a frumpy housewife.

Adrian was certain I couldn't leave him. Certain I couldn't leave our son.

He threw the divorce papers on the table with a cold smile. "Sign this, and you lose everything. Including Miles."

He expected me to beg on my knees.

I didn't.

I picked up the pen and signed without hesitation.

"Fine, Adrian. You keep Miles. And I get to keep myself."

For just a moment, I saw shock flash in his eyes.

I heard later that Adrian searched for me like a madman, and the son he doted on cried and screamed for his mommy.

Too bad. I'd already burned it all down myself.

The day I went into labor, my husband threw me into Dragon's Pyre.

Draven was the Dragon King. I was carrying his child. Should've been the happiest day of our lives. Instead, it became hell.

Why? His dead brother Kael's widow, Seraphina, was about to pop too. And Ashwing law was crystal clear: first male heir takes the throne.

Our due dates? One day apart.

So he picked her over me. Because apparently, I OWED them.

Dragon's Pyre—where they roast criminals alive with dragonflame. Hot enough to turn flesh to ash in seconds. But that wasn't enough for them. They shoved some potion down my throat that would keep my body from going into labor, even though my baby was clawing to get OUT.

I was curled up on that scorching stone slab, feeling my child die inside me.

All because I'd been stupid enough to fall in love with him.

My husband and I've been married for three years, and he's been messing around with her the entire time.

Hugging and kissing her on set, whispering flirty lines in interviews.

Everyone online calls me a pathetic stand-in.

I never get mad. I just smile and help him smooth over every rumor.

That is, until I accidentally got pregnant and secretly had an abortion.

He was furious, his heart shattered, demanding to know why.

I cupped his face and said calmly: "Because I don't love you."

The one I truly love is his dead brother.

"Riley, look at yourself in the mirror. God, you're such a slut."

Riley was held from behind, the man positioning her like a toddler being helped to pee, all three mirrors reflecting her stretched-open pussy and her hole glistening wet.

"Squeeze." His other hand pinched her nipple and pulled it outward. "Someone's knocking at the door. You'd better not make a sound."


Warning: This book will have you dripping from the very first page.

This is not just a pure romance — it's also a story burning with raw, explicit sex between men. The male lead gets bent over his boss's desk and spanked on his pussy, gets fucked to climax by his professor in front of a classroom full of students, gets cornered in a bathroom by his foster father until he pisses himself from overstimulation.


He was once the finest hunter in the Human-Vampire Hunter's Association. Now he has fallen for three men of vastly different identities. To keep all three of them, he learned to anticipate what each man wants, learned to use his own orgasms as leverage.

The Association's president pins him to the sofa and fucks him all night without stopping — load after load until he ends up pregnant. The academy professor makes him kneel under the desk and work his cock with his mouth while a student stands just on the other side of the table. His gentle foster father presses him down onto the carpet, whispering filthy words about his pussy while slapping his clit until it swells red.


He gets fucked between his tits until cum pools along his collarbones, then lowers his head and licks every drop clean himself. He gets pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window and taken from behind, nipples flat against the cold glass, each thrust sending a jolt of numbness through his chest. In the bathroom he gets held up like a child and made to let go, piss and cum running down his thighs together.


On the surface, he's the one getting pinned down and fucked senseless in every imaginable place. But he was never just a toy to be passed around.

In the end, he becomes the man who gets fucked until his legs give out — and still has every single one of them trained to orbit around him like obedient dogs.


This is a story about men who start out blind to their own feelings, sleeping with the male lead purely for the pleasure of it. Then, one by one, they fall genuinely in love with him — and willingly become his.


If you love watching him forced to drip wet while still gritting his teeth and talking dirty, love watching the men who were supposed to protect him pin him down in every possible place and fuck him until he loses his mind, love the image of cum sliding down his thighs, his throat stuffed so deep it makes him gag — then turn the page and start reading.

On the night of my college graduation, Sloane Callahan, the biological daughter my Mafia family had only recently brought home, asked me what I planned to do next.

Before I could answer, my four childhood friends spoke up one after another.

One by one, all four showed me documents proving they were moving to California.

Then Graham Whitmore, heir to one of Chicago's most powerful Mafia families, pushed my research agreement toward me.

"Come with us, Georgie. Once we're settled in California, I'll marry you."

I'd loved him for years. So I signed.

Two weeks later, I accidentally discovered another group chat projected onto the wall of the Callahan estate.

Did Georgiana sign?

Yeah. Four fake job offers were all it took to get her out of Chicago.

Once she's gone, Sloane can finally take her place.

Graham's making the biggest sacrifice. He has to pretend he wants to marry her until she leaves.

The truth was, none of them had ever planned to leave Chicago.

After Sloane returned, I'd already considered leaving the family. But the four of them had promised that nothing between us would change.

I'd believed them.

What they didn't know was that my professor had invited me to join a classified federal weapons research project, with no personal communication permitted during the closed research period.

In forty-eight hours, I'd be leaving Chicago.

They'd worked so hard to make room for Sloane.

Soon, they'd have all the room they wanted.

“They’ll never love you—you’re a mistake since you were born.”
Four-year-old Yanny hears this her whole life. An illegitimate girl whose mom died in an accident, she’s shunned by her rich dad Andrew, three cruel half-brothers, and four distant uncles—until her star-making viral fame cracks their cold hearts. Only orphan Hayes swears to shield her. Now the powerful men beg for her forgiveness, clinging tight as she chases stardom and the boy who promised to meet her at the top.

There are too many ways of taking revenge on a woman. But he chose marriage. In the past three years, he acted like a ruthless husband, treating her coldly, and even more worse, humiliating her. Even when she was pregnant, he tried to force her to give it up, to retire from film field, to expel her from her country.

I thought love was enough.
I thought saving the Ember Claw Pack with everything I had—my heart, my loyalty, even my body—meant something. It led to a Moon Ceremony… and a marriage to Alpha William, the man I gave my soul to.
But love doesn’t protect you from betrayal.
Especially not when the one he truly wanted was never me.
I was glowing with the joy of carrying our pup when I walked in on him—holding her.
Quinn.
The fated mate everyone believed to be dead. Alive. Back. In his arms.
And me? Just the mistake he settled for.
"I only married you out of gratitude," he said, barely meeting my eyes.
Then, turning to Quinn with a softness I never got, he added, "If she hadn’t sold her ancestral land to save the pack, I would’ve never completed the Moon Ceremony with her."
And the final blow?
"So what if she found out? I’ll just say I thought she was you that night we slept together."
That night—The one I thought meant everything.
But it didn’t end with him.

Abby divorced and her Alpha EX thought she was buried in tears. But actually, she is dating different hot guys every day.
Him (interrupting Abby's date, fierce): How dare you!
Abby: Exm sir? Who are you?

Serena Dawson ran from her own wedding and crashed into Matthew Quinn's. To outsiders, they were the perfect couple. In truth, it was a marriage of convenience between a runaway bride and a ruthless CEO.

She thought it was just a deal. But Matthew claimed her with a kiss and a warning: once she became his wife, she would be his forever.

Serena tried everything to escape his control. But Matthew never lets go of what's his.

Five years later, she returns with a child he never knew about and another man by her side. Fueled by jealousy and obsession, Matthew is ready to take back what's his.

She ran once. This time, he won’t let her leave again.

I died on my husband’s orders.
My five‑month baby was torn from me, limb by limb, on an operating table he approved.
My sister was left a vegetable after he paid men to break her.
I was thrown into prison for a crime I didn’t commit, then dragged back to donate my kidney to the woman who destroyed us both.

When I finally collapsed on a freezing street, wearing a humiliating sign around my neck, he didn’t even blink.

Then I woke up.
One year before the nightmare began.
Lying next to him on the very night he first believed her lies.

His hand is already reaching for me.
This time, I don’t cry. I don’t beg.

I smile.

He thinks I’m still his broken wife.
He has no idea that tonight, the hunter becomes the prey.
And when he finally falls to his knees?

His turn to beg.

"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."

★★★★★
I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.

Zane Mercer.

The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.

One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.

Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.

What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.


This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.

Elena:
After we were intimate, he turned around to break things off, uttering a resolute line: “She’s back.”

When his first love was hospitalized after a suicide attempt, he showed up at my apartment in the dead of night and issued a frigid command: “You go apologize to her.”

Inside the abandoned warehouse, a cold blade was pressed to my throat. He said, “I choose her,” then walked away with his first love in his arms, never sparing me a single glance.

Yes. This three-year marriage was merely a transaction from the very beginning. From start to finish, I was only a convenient tool, a perfect stand-in…

Caspar:
The marriage is dissolved. The deal is finished. She’s always been compliant, and now I’m rid of one hassle.

She’s nothing like the woman I knew. I never imagined she could turn out like this—such a calculating woman.

Hmph. Barely after the divorce, she laughs so freely around other men. Even acquaintances she’s hardly met are drawn to her. How could I have failed to see this all along?

I’m sorry. I’ve lost. I’ve fallen in love with you. Don’t leave me. Please...

"TangShi is a girl without much luck in the world. Despised by her father after her mother died giving birth to her, she has grown up in a cold and unloving environment and hated by her stepmother. Blamed for things she could never control and treated as an outcast by her own blood.

Forced to come home after finally escaping to school on a self achieved scholarship abroad, she is promised to the son of the Leng family. To create a beneficial business alliance to further her own father's greed in the corporate world.

Only YuZhi Leng is as unwilling as she is, with a girlfriend already in place that he adores and no desire to honor the contract put in place - to produce an heir in the first year of marriage and solidify the two families union.

TangShi must bear living as a third wheel in this unwanted life and accept or be thrown aside by her family. Until upon meeting, she realizes that YuZhi may not be the stranger to her she thought he was and recognizes him on sight. Could he be the man she met eight years ago at a masked ball, who swept her off her feet and made her feel alive, and yet left her heartbroken that fateful night?

A rollercoaster of a marriage is about to be embarked upon."

“Luke won’t keep you happy, he is not the one for you, Bella.”
“Wha-”
Before she could react to his absurd statement, he abruptly grabbed her wrist and yanked her body forward, staring dead into her eyes.
“I am.”


William Grayson is obsessed with his brother’s girlfriend, Arabella Dew.
His every breath has her name. She was all that exists in him. His darkest, selfish, forbidden desire.
For the world, a heart-throbbing, charming billionaire. But, in reality, a possessive, dark and dangerous one who is crazy for his brother’s lover.
No matter what he has to lose, his family, his ethics, his own self, to have her beside him.
He needs Arabella, her body, her soul, her scent, all of her, and he will do ANYTHING to have her. With or without her consent.
On the other hand, Arabella Dew had one dream, becoming the bride of the Grayson household, the lover of the youngest son- Luke Grayson.
But, after knowing William’s madness, how was she going to save her and Luke’s relationship? Especially when Luke loved his brother more than anyone.
Will he believe in her? After all, how can his ‘kind’ brother do this to him, right?

My greatest sin was killing the only man who loved me. Reborn, I have one mission: his salvation.

No more lies. This time, I offer myself to the blind king I wronged. My knowledge of the future is my dowry—I know the poison in his cup and the knife at his back.

Our marriage is my penance and his armor. I was his ruin. Now, I will be his vengeance.

"I, Thalia Rose Laurel, reject you, Alpha of Flame Valley Pack Knox Winslow." I cry out, breaking the bond that never should have been.
Ryan's eyes flash with horror, his gaze flickering between Knox and me.
"Thalia no." "Yes." I blink through my tears.
"Let me do what he didn't have the guts to do five years ago, what I should have done to us the moment he slammed my head into a wall while I was grieving my daughter!"
"I'm sorry, Thalia." Knox grabs my hand, but I can't stand to be touched by him.
"Don't do this to us, to our-" "Let me end this Knox." I choke out and it's the saddest plea I've ever uttered.
"I started this obsessive diminish game between us so it's right I be the one to end it. Accept my rejection." His head shakes, watching me with teary eyes.
"I love you." Knox won't let me go, but I'm ready to let him go, to let us go and so I do the one thing I can...
Thalia and Knox have had a rocky start to their relationship, and with Knox bullying wolfless Thalia when he knew she was his mate under the guise of oblivion. Knox falls for Thalia and she him but both know she doesn't meet the standard of what he wants in a mate and Luna, the two try to make their relationship work but Knox falls prey to his previous playboy lifestyle multiple times, hurting Thalia and ruining the little that's left of their relationship.
Thalia's need to appear strong, and worthy of Flame Valley lands her in trouble, birthing the core reason for the major drift in their relationship. Their love is strong but can it overcome the deceptions and conspiracies that surround Them?

"No! It can't be!" I let out an internal hiss. "He would not dare come here!"
"What the f*ck, Zara!" Levi bumped into me and growled behind me.
"Sorry," I mumbled, wide-eyed.
"Is that?" Levi mind-linked, and I nodded my head.
"Zara," my father uttered. "I understand that you are familiar with Alpha Noah."
I slowly nodded my head.
"Great," my father said. "Alpha Noah has also informed me that you are his fated mate."
I gave a nod in response.
"Superb, Alpha Noah has requested your hand."
"Is that so?" I found my voice.
Both my father and Alpha Noah nodded.
"Interesting," I said. "Were you told by Alpha Noah that he rejected me more than a year ago?"
My father's smile wavered as Alpha Noah's face turned to ash.
Did Alpha Noah really believe I would just blindly obey an order from my father without a fight?


Zara is a silver wolf descended from one of the most powerful packs on the continent.
A year after he rejects her, her fated mate comes knocking on her door to tell her he is back to claim her.
Zara turns down his proposal, and he goes behind her back and asks her father for her hand. The old Alpha agrees to the arrangement.
Zara is unhappy and decides to handle things on her own. She informs her father that she has taken a chosen mate, her Beta, and her best friend, Levi—only he has a secret.
What will happen when Zara's second chance mate attends her and Levi's mating ceremony?
Will he stop the proceedings and claim her as his mate?
A story about two broken hearts finding each other and getting sucked into a web of lies and prophecies.
Will Zara find the happiness she so deserves?

When Annie learned that her husband Eric was still with his ex-girlfriend Mia, she left for good by faking death and renamed herself as Renee.
When they meet again, Annie is a completely different person. Eric's eyes on fire. He wants to devour her. But he's interrupted.
"Mommy who's that?"
"A stranger."
"Say that again? Who am I to her?!"


She thought she'd left her old life behind when she faked her death to escape the heartbreak of her husband Eric's betrayal. But fate has other plans...
Can they handle the truth? Or will Renee manage to find her happiness that she's always dreamed of having?

For five years, Celia was nothing more than Alpha king’s secret lover, wearing her disliked dress and perfume, just because he like it on her.
—until She overheard the truth: “She’s just a replacement. A gold digger.”
"I chose her, just becuase she seems like you. She's your Substitute. Never deserved be a luna."
Shattered, she walks away, vowing never to look back.
But then—her instincts sharpen, her senses heighten, and Soren’s scent clings to her skin.
...Mate.
Impossible. A wolfless girl like her could never be the Alpha King’s fated mate… right?
*
On the first day she left, he wasn’t worried. “She’ll come back.”
“Don’t bother with it. She was just a substitute lover. A worthless gold digger.”
But after a week… a month… three months… his panic set in.
“Lock down the entire pack—find her at all costs…
—Find my Luna!”

Sophia Harper had always thought she was living a stable and happy life with her husband, until one night she found her husband sleeping with his cousin. Her husband's divorce and betrayal left her penniless and desperate. When she felt that her life was hopeless, she unexpectedly fell into the arms of the cold and mysterious billionaire Alexander Knight, and spent a reckless night of passion with him, and got a terrible result, she was pregnant!
When she was not sure whether she could get out of the situation of her husband's betrayal, but got involved with such a terrible man and got pregnant with his child, her life was completely in chaos!

"You killed my mate. Now you have to take her place," Xander announced to the bewildered Catherine, who had no idea what was happening to her.

"What do you mean by I have to take your mate's place?" she asked, shocked.

"Be my contracted Luna," Xander said dismissively, giving Catherine the next round of shock.

Catherine was sad and got drunk after being dumped by her long-time boyfriend. Drunkenly, she knocks down two wolves, and she discovers herself in Xander's bed the next second.

Will she accept his proposal of being a contract Luna, or will she escape from there? Will they fall in love at the end?

Winter Cheshire, a future alpha by fate, but a slave mate by her father's choice. Lucky for her, Castro, her third chance mate rescues her from her abusive captor. To her dismay, even her savior gives her a cold shoulder after bringing her to his pack.
After two rejections, Castro's unwillingness to accept her is salt on her wounds. What's the point of staying if she isn't good enough for him? So she runs away, little does she know, someone is watching her and knows the true potential of her wolf.
A war of betrayal, redemption, awakening and a fated bond is waiting to unleash on all of them. Just remember the moon goddess, is on her side, and they should be ready for Winter's wrath.

She loved him long before he ever chose her.
He married her without ever loving her.

Nia Malik walked into marriage with hope in her heart and patience in her soul—only to spend three years as a ghost in her own home. No affection. No loyalty. No protection. Just cold silence… and quiet betrayal.

The night she plans to tell her husband she’s pregnant, he walks out—straight into the arms of the only woman he ever loved.

Humiliated. Discarded. Left bleeding on the floor while he carries another woman away, Nia doesn’t just lose her marriage. She loses her unborn child.

And the woman who loved unconditionally dies with it.

From the ashes of heartbreak, a new Nia rises—sharp, strategic, and unstoppable. She forges a dangerous alliance with the one man powerful enough to destroy her ex-husband. Pain turns into power. Tears into tactics. And love is no longer a weakness she can afford.

But revenge has rules.
And betrayal always comes with a price.

As Nia steps into a world of wealth, influence, and carefully planned vengeance, her past refuses to stay buried. The man who broke her wants her back. The woman who replaced her fears her return. And the line between justice and obsession begins to blur.

She was once the wife he ignored.
Now she is the ex-wife he will regret losing.

"You're dead," Zeke whispered, stepping closer. "I buried you. I mourned you. I—"
"Layla tried to kill me," I said simply. "But I survived. And now I need your help."
"Cecelia…"
"My son has been taken," I continued, tears streaming down my face. "You have to help him, Zeke. He's also your son."
"Your son?" His shock mirrored my own pain.
"Our son, Zeke. His name is Golden, and he has your eyes."
He once claimed me as his, then destroyed me. Cecelia was never meant to survive—just to suffer for the bond, used, discarded, left broken. Zeke took everything from her: her freedom, her future, and the one thing she never intended to give—her heart.
But she didn't die. She learned. She transformed. Now she's back, unrecognizable, with poison in her smile and vengeance stitched into her soul. His mark still burns on her skin, but the girl he shattered is gone. The woman she has become wants nothing from him—not his love, not his forgiveness. She wants him to break. And this time, she'll make sure he stays broken.

She once believed she had gained lifelong tenderness through marriage, only to fall into a cage of lies.
All past sweet promises turned into piercing hurts.
In her darkest hour, her savior was her husband’s younger brother, who hid his devotion behind casual banter.
He reserved all his tenderness for her, defied his family, cleared all obstacles, and guarded her rebirth as she broke free from shackles and staged a gorgeous comeback.

Christmas Eve is celebrated with mystery gifts placed under a large tree, and this years, Antonella has received four gifts. One from her mate, her best friend, and two gifts from a stranger.

One of the gift is meant to ruin her life while the other will show her what true love means.

“I love you so much, Elijah.” It was Madison.

“I love you more, sweetheart.” My throat tightened and my eyes filled with tears as I stared at the door that was left ajar.

Antonella thought that she had a perfect life. A loving mate, the Luna of the pack, and blissful life until everything came crashing down on Christmas Eve. The mate she loved with all her heart didn’t love her at all, and she had no choice but to run away.

Little did she know, that Elijah was not one to let her go easily, and he would move heaven and earth to get her back. Just when she decided to end her life, Alpha Alexus stopped her. The most feared alpha and the same alpha who is hell bent on killing Elijah for reason that Antonella has no idea.

What would happen now? Will Alpha Alexus kill her to exact revenge against Elijah?

HIS WIFE FOR ONE YEAR

He wanted a wife. She needed a miracle. Neither expected to find forever.

Amelia Hart never imagined that the worst day of her life would lead her into the arms of the most powerful man in the city.

With her family's home on the verge of foreclosure and no way to repay their crushing debt, Amelia is desperate enough to accept the one offer she should have rejected.

Marry Damian Blackwood for one year.

Damian is a billionaire CEO who has everything money can buy—except the one thing his grandfather demands before handing him control of the family empire: a wife.

Their arrangement is simple.

One year.

One marriage.

No love.

No questions.

No emotional attachments.

But living under the same roof changes everything.

The cold billionaire who claims he doesn't believe in love begins showing Amelia a tenderness no one else has ever seen. The woman who swore she would never fall for a rich man's charm slowly discovers the wounded heart hidden behind his ruthless reputation.

Then their carefully controlled attraction explodes into something neither contract can contain.

Love.

When Amelia finally believes their marriage might become real, Damian's beautiful former fiancée returns with a dangerous agenda. Lies surface. Family secrets are exposed. And Amelia discovers that the contract she signed may have been designed to destroy her from the beginning.

With their marriage—and Damian's empire—hanging by a thread, Amelia must decide whether to walk away before her heart breaks completely.

And Damian must answer the question he has spent his entire life avoiding:

If she was only supposed to be his wife for one year, why does losing her feel like losing everything?

They married for money.

They stayed together for convenience.

They fell in love by accident.

Born into a wealthy family obsessed with its lacrosse legacy, Chase has spent her life under her mother's ruthless pressure to become the first woman in the family to dominate the sport. She finally does, until one game, with scouts watching, leaves her with a shattered leg and a career hanging by a thread.

Her abusive mother gives her one month to recover and return to the field, hiring a young physiotherapist to make it happen. He cannot refuse. He needs the money to care for his mother and fund his scholarship.

But there is one rule: Thierry must never fall in love with his patient.

Chase has a rule of her own: she will never fall in love with anyone. After watching her parents' toxic relationship destroy her belief in love, she wants nothing to do with it.

They promise to keep things professional.

But as Thierry nurses her back to health, their growing attraction makes their vows harder to keep. What begins as a one-month recovery becomes a forbidden love neither of them expected.

William Turner never thought that Elizabeth Smith would die.
He was furious at her schemes, hated her betrayal, and tormented her like a madman, forcing her to escape.
He thought he only felt disgust and hatred towards her, yet the moment he found her body, his heart was torn apart.
Blinded by hatred, imprisoned by love.
How fortunate yet how tragic it is to be William;
Pitiful, unfortunate, and even pitiable.
Michael Adams cursed him, saying he would forever lose the one he loved.
His words became prophecy.

On the day we rang the opening bell, Nathan Caldwell announced that he was going to make things official with his secretary.

Vivian Blake leaned against him in a white dress, looking fragile and innocent, her fingers hooked around his cuff.

“Maybe I should leave, Nathan. I don't want to ruin Ms. Bennett's day.”

“Why would you leave?” He put an arm around her waist and looked straight at me. “I lost a bet. This is what she wanted me to do. I'm not going to be a sore loser. It's a joke. Don't make a big deal out of it.”

Everyone expected me to take it, just as I always had.

Instead, I calmly took a divorce agreement out of my bag and slid it toward him.

“Fine by me. The papers are right here. You can sign them now.”

He had no idea how long I'd waited for this day.

His father and I had an agreement: every time Nathan took a new lover, I could make one more demand of the Caldwell family.

I'd had the divorce papers ready since the first woman. Now he'd reached number thirty-two.

Once the marriage was over, taking him down would be easy.

After a risky eye surgery, Annie returns home to recover in the mansion she built with her own hard work and sweat. Her husband, Evan, promises to take care of her. Her best friend, Mara, moves in to help.
But Annie knew something was off and faked her blindness. What she discovered was shocking and Annie is not as helpless as they think.

I was cleaning coffee from my husband's suit sleeve when the news alert lit up my phone: Vivian Lane had come home, and Adrian Shaw had gone to the airport himself to meet her.

In the photo, he wore the charcoal suit I had pressed that morning.

He held her suitcase with one hand and looked at her with a smile I had spent three years trying to earn.

That was the first time I understood I had not been building a marriage.

I had been keeping someone else's place warm.

The night my childhood fiancé humiliated me in front of our entire senior class, I didn't cry.
I just went home and made two decisions.

Lose the 60 pounds.
Secretly reject my Princeton acceptance.
I erased his number, packed my bags, and vanished from his toxic orbit. Nathan thinks he won.
He thinks he finally shook off the "burden" his parents forced on him.
But what happens when the girl you spent your whole life running away from... becomes the only woman you can't live without?

"Bzz—" The phone buzzed in the cold observation room.

On the screen, Alex's voice-to-text popped up: "Sienna just borrowed your old dress to make a casting mold. Do you have to go crazy like some shrew? Get back to the apartment within half an hour—the gallery's PR copy is still waiting for you to write."

Every word was absolute defense of his "innocent little sister."

I didn't type, didn't call back, didn't even let my breathing change. Even though under the gauze, spasmodic contractions were twisting through my lower abdomen like a rusted blade.

Forty minutes earlier, metal instruments had forced my body open. The six-week-old embryo that had quietly grown in my womb while the two of them crossed every line day after day in the name of "family" and "art" had already been shredded completely by the vacuum aspiration tube and sealed into a red medical waste bag.

The nurse handed me anti-inflammatory pills. I didn't reach for water. I swallowed them dry.

My gaze slid back to that "get back here right now."

A light tap of my thumb—I muted his number, muted every one of the gallery's work groups, exited them, and blocked them.

After tearing the sweat-stained ultrasound printout into scraps and throwing them into the trash at my feet, I picked up my folding bag and pushed open the clinic door.

Three years of chasing Chase Blackwood, and all I got was a front-row seat to him tonguing my "sister."

The old me would've cried. Begged. Made a scene.

The old me also ended up dead.

Funny how a second chance at life gives you clarity.

So here's what's different this time: I'm done being the pathetic ex. I'm done playing nice.

I'm throwing champagne in his face and climbing into bed with Asher Hayes—his best friend, his rival, his worst nightmare.

And Chase? He can rot.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

Seven years ago, I crawled on my knees to save Alex Benedetti's ass, and got marked as the bitch who betrayed him.

Seven years later, he came back as New York's deadliest mob boss. Lucy Ferraro, some spoiled mafia princess, was warming his bed while I was on my hands and knees scrubbing his floors.

He let his fiancée treat me like garbage. When I started coughing up blood, the son of a bitch laughed and said I had it coming.

He didn't know the brain cancer was eating me alive.

The day I died, Alex was putting a ring on another woman's finger. He never found out that the girl who took bullets for him—the one he destroyed—was already rotting six feet under while he was saying "I do."

My husband, Zachary, chose to save his sister-in-law right in front of the kidnappers.

The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"

Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.

He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.

Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.

When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.

"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."

My best friend, Elaina, had been a runaway bride eight times in three years. But that day, with flushed cheeks, she told me she had finally met her true love and actually wanted to get married.
On that exact same day, my 22nd proposal to Kieran was rejected—again. Over the past eight years, I handed over my paychecks to him, gave him all my jewelry patents, and turned down overseas job offers, all to get a wedding in return. Yet, all I ever got was his usual, "Just wait a little longer."
That night, I found out the man Elaina was going to marry was Kieran.

I have a condition that multiplies pain by ten thousand. A paper cut can put me on the floor. Chasing a cure is how I ended up owing money to a loan shark.
He came to collect in person. I was on the floor of a basement in the South End, mid attack, with him standing over me, when Sevrin Voss kicked the door in. He broke both of the man's arms, crouched down on the filthy concrete, and pulled me against his chest.
And the pain stopped. Just stopped.
By morning he had paid off my debt. By the end of the day he owned me. Three hundred thousand, plus a private medical team, plus a penthouse I never asked for. Then he put a contract in front of me. Absolute obedience. No leaving.
He says the white pills will keep me alive, and I've been taking them.
So why does he still come to my room every night and hold me until morning?

The idea came from Cora.
She ran into the kitchen while I was making dinner, wrapped both arms around my waist, and looked up at me.
"Mommy, can we go to Grandma Ellen's? Just us two? Just us girls?"
"Why?" I asked.
She thought about it, very serious. "Because every time I wake up and you're not home, I miss you. Even when Daddy's there, it's different." A pause. "Grandma Ellen probably misses you just as much as I do."
Reid was leaning in the doorway. He smiled at me—that easy, certain smile—and said, "She's not wrong. You've been running on empty for months. Take the trip. I've got everything covered."
The flights were booked before I finished washing the dishes.
I should have noticed how fast that was.
The call I made the night before we flew home changed everything. I thought I'd hung up.
I hadn't.

Lyric sacrificed everything to become the Lunar Queen. Now she must prove she's worthy of the crown. As she learns to rule two kingdoms alongside her mates and build a home for the family she's fought so hard to protect, an unsettling pattern begins to emerge. Wolves, witches, fae, and vampires are disappearing without a trace, leaving every kingdom on edge. As fear spreads and old alliances begin to crack, Lyric finds herself racing against an unseen enemy determined to throw the supernatural world into chaos. To protect everyone she loves, she'll have to embrace the full power of the Lunar Queen... before she's too late.