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She buried her name, bound her chest, and became the brother who saved her life, the same brother whose legacy she now has to carry onto the ice. The Hockey Tournament is her only chance to free her father from the prison cell he was wrongfully thrown into, and she's not about to let anyone stand in her way. Not the cold, calculating Xavier. Not the reckless, infuriating Hunter. Not even the ghosts of the girl she used to be.
But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Her new roommates are the very twins who tormented her out of her own life, the sons of the Luna who destroyed her family. Now they're sharing a dorm, competing for the same spot on the team, and slowly starting to notice that "Rhys" isn't quite who he claims to be.
Every day is a tightrope walk between exposure and survival. Every night is a battle to keep her secret, and her heart, locked down tight. Because the closer she gets to the truth about her father, the closer Xavier and Hunter get to her, and the more she realizes some walls were never built to keep everyone out.

I can't believe My dad will kick me out of my family to be a rouge. The werewolf world is very competitive but I never expected it to be this brutal from the moment I left my old pack border, it felt like deaths would befall me if I were a Rouge. It continued until I was half alive in the territory of another pack. Since I am a rouge trespassing is punishable by death but what if the alpha of this pack it's my mate .....?
Angus, Alpha of the crosswood pack. He is ruthless, cruel fierce, and a dominant wolf whose name strikes fear in the heart of other alphas because of his incredible strength and undeniable courage. When Angus found his mate in his territory, he was excited until he found out that she was a Rouge.

“You think I don’t have a heart, little one? You’re right. But if I did, it would already belong to you. And that’s far more dangerous.”

“You break the world with your hands, Nico. I mend it with mine. And maybe that’s why fate threw us together… to remind you even beasts can bleed.”

Born into one of the most powerful crime syndicates in Los Angeles, Serena Moretti has lived a life gilded with diamonds and shadowed by danger. As the prized daughter of the West Coast famiglia, her beauty is spoken of like legend, but in the underworld, beauty is no blessing. It becomes her curse when she is bound in marriage to Nico Romano, heir to the ruthless New York Mafia Empire, in a desperate attempt to end a feud painted in blood.

Nico is no ordinary heir. He is a man forged in violence, feared for his merciless precision, and infamous for ending lives with his bare hands, including his own father. The whispers about him are not rumours; they are warnings.
To the world, he is untouchable—wealthy, magnetic, and devastatingly handsome.

But to Serena, every glint in his steel-grey eyes hides the predator beneath, and every smirk is a reminder that a beast wears a man’s face.

In a world where loyalty is power and love is weakness, Serena’s only chance of survival is to do the impossible, claim the heart of a beast everyone swears doesn’t have one.

“I used to have ice surrounding my heart, but it melted the moment I fucked you,” Hardin said and she scoffed.

“It was just a harmless sex, grow up kid, and let me go!”She yelled.

Freda was cheated on by her boyfriend because, he claimed she was bad at sex so he had to cheat.

Freda was angry so she went to the clubhouse with the intention of having sex with another man just to see if she was really bad at it. She didn’t know she ended up having sex with a mafia lord.

Later on, she was kidnapped by him who was lust after her after having sex with her.

He threatened to kill her best friend if she refused to be with him, having no choice, Freda agreed with an intention of killing him.

Slowly, she didn’t know how this hatred of hers turned into love, something she wasn’t willing to let go even if he was indifferent towards her.

“You’re just one of his sex toys Freda, I was once like you. When he’s done with you, he’d trash you,” Despite knowing all of this, would she let go or hold on it him?

Find out!

“An action packed fantasy sure to please fans of Morgan Rice’s previous novels, along with fans of works such as The Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini…. Fans of Young Adult Fiction will devour this latest work by Rice and beg for more.”--The Wanderer, A Literary Journal (regarding Rise of the Dragons) The #1 Bestselling series! RISE OF THE VALIANT is book #2 in Morgan Rice’s bestselling epic fantasy series KINGS AND SORCERERS (which begins with RISE OF THE DRAGONS, a free download)! In the wake of the dragon’s attack, Kyra is sent on an urgent quest: to cross Escalon and seek out her uncle in the mysterious Tower of Ur. The time has come for her to learn about who she is, who her mother is, and to train and develop her special powers. It will be a quest fraught with peril for a girl alone, Escalon filled with dangers from savage beasts and men alike—one that will require all of her strength to survive. Her father, Duncan, must lead his men south, to the great water city of Esephus, to attempt to free his fellow countrymen from the iron grip of Pandesia. If he succeeds, he will have to journey to the treacherous Lake of Ire and then onto the icy peaks of Kos, where there live the toughest warriors of Escalon, men he will need to recruit if he has any chance of taking the capital. Alec escapes with Marco from The Flames to find himself on the run through the Wood of Thorns, chased by exotic beasts. It is a harrowing journey through the night as he quests for his hometown, hoping to be reunited with his family. When he arrives, he is shocked by what he discovers. Merk, despite his better judgment, turns back to help the girl, and finds himself, for the first time in his life, entangled in a stranger’s affairs. He will not forego his pilgrimage to the Tower of Ur, though, and he finds himself anguished as he realizes the tower is not what he expects. Vesuvius spurs his giant as he leads the Trolls on their mission underground, attempting to bypass The Flames, while the dragon, Theos, has his own special mission on Escalon. With its strong atmosphere and complex characters, RISE OF THE VALIANT is a sweeping saga of knights and warriors, of kings and lords, of honor and valor, of magic, destiny, monsters and dragons. It is a story of love and broken hearts, of deception, ambition and betrayal. It is fantasy at its finest, inviting us into a world that will live with us forever, one that will appeal to all ages and genders. Book #3 in KINGS AND SORCERERS is now available! “If you thought that there was no reason left for living after the end of the Sorcerer’s Ring series, you were wrong. Morgan Rice has come up with what promises to be another brilliant series, immersing us in a fantasy of trolls and dragons, of valor, honor, courage, magic and faith in your destiny. Morgan has managed again to produce a strong set of characters that make us cheer for them on every page.…Recommended for the permanent library of all readers that love a well-written fantasy.” --Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (regarding Rise of the Dragons) “[The novel] succeeds—right from the start…. A superior fantasy…It begins, as it should, with one protagonist's struggles and moves neatly into a wider circle of knights, dragons, magic and monsters, and destiny.…All the trappings of high fantasy are here, from soldiers and battles to confrontations with self….A recommended winner for any who enjoy epic fantasy writing fueled by powerful, believable young adult protagonists.” --Midwest Book Review, D. Donovan, eBook Reviewer (regarding Rise of the Dragons) “A plot-driven novel that’s easy to read in a weekend…A good start to a promising series.” --San Francisco Book Review (regarding Rise of the Dragons)

In the modern kingdom of Lycania, where Lycans rule and Werewolves serve, Lady Alina Xalveria stands as the heir to one of the most powerful noble houses. Known for her unmatched skill in battle and the striking white hair of her bloodline, Alina is a force feared and admired. But when her family is betrayed by those they once called allies, and killed, Alina is thrust into a deadly game of survival and vengeance. That is when she meets Valen, a mysterious figure with a hidden past… he is the exiled Lycan Prince of House Rhaelyor. The two of them become unlikely allies and work together to put a stop to those that threatened the balance of Lycania.

With her house on the brink of ruin, she must uncover the truth behind the betrayal and reclaim her family’s honor before their enemies seize the throne…

Are you single? Or married?

I’m single ma’am

Why would a beautiful girl like you be single?

Well, I’d say it’s because I have to work hard to fend for myself so I could meet up with my bills. So I really wouldn’t have time for relationships.

Well, I want to offer you a contract.

What contract ma’am?

I want you to get married to my son and produce heirs for my family, he’s the only child I have and I wouldn’t want our name to be dragged to the mud because of his refusal to get married.

I’m a dying woman, I’m battling with cancer and I have just one year left for me and I wouldn’t want him to be unmarried while I leave this earth.

I’m ready to pay you five hundred thousand dollars monthly (500,000 USD) for staying with my son and a million dollars when you produce an heir.

What?

“Morgan Rice has come up with what promises to be another brilliant series, immersing us in a fantasy of valor, honor, courage, magic and faith in your destiny. Morgan has managed again to produce a strong set of characters that make us cheer for them on every page.…Recommended for the permanent library of all readers that love a well-written fantasy.”--Books and Movie Reviews, Roberto Mattos (regarding Rise of the Dragons)From #1 Bestselling author Morgan Rice comes a sweeping new fantasy series. 17 year old Ceres, a beautiful, poor girl in the Empire city of Delos, lives the harsh and unforgiving life of a commoner. By day she delivers her father’s forged weapons to the palace training grounds, and by night she secretly trains with them, yearning to be a warrior in a land where girls are forbidden to fight. With her pending sale to slavehood, she is desperate.18 year old Prince Thanos despises everything his royal family stands for. He abhors their harsh treatment of the masses, especially the brutal competition—The Killings—that lies at the heart of the city. He yearns to break free from the restraints of his upbringing, yet he, a fine warrior, sees no way out.When Ceres stuns the court with her hidden powers, she finds herself wrongfully imprisoned, doomed to an even worse life than she could imagine. Thanos, smitten, must choose if he will risk it all for her. Yet, thrust into a world of duplicity and deadly secrets, Ceres quickly learns there are those who rule, and those who are their pawns. And that sometimes, being chosen is the worst that can happen.SLAVE, WARRIOR, QUEEN tells an epic tale of tragic love, vengeance, betrayal, ambition, and destiny. Filled with unforgettable characters and heart-pounding action, it transports us into a world we will never forget, and makes us fall in love with fantasy all over again.Book #2 in OF CROWNS AND GLORY will be released soon!

On the night meant to celebrate her "perfect marriage", Tehila Blackwood discovers the cruellest truth of all, her billionaire husband never stopped loving another woman.

Three years of loyalty. Three years of sacrifice. All shattered in one garden confession.

Dalton Blackwood's former fiancée is back, beautiful, broken, and pregnant with his child. Tehila confronts her husband and is handed divorce papers instead of an apology, betrayed not only by the man she loves but by the powerful family that never wanted her. Stripped of her place, her dignity, and her future, Tehila walks away in despair with a secret of her own, she is pregnant.

Tehila walks away in despair with the secret that she is pregnant, only to accidentally discover suspicious clues about the mistress by chance.

"David Rothstein was first. She met him at a charity gala, where she was working as an event coordinator. He was forty-five, recently divorced, and lonely. She was nineteen and knew exactly how to make him feel alive again. They married six months later."

"And he died a year after that."

As the truth behind Dalton’s mistress begins to unravel, Tehila realises this isn’t just betrayal, it is a deadly game. A game where wealth hides blood, love masks obsession, and one woman has already buried men who trusted her.

As lawsuits ignite, lies multiply, and danger closes in, Tehila must choose who she will become:
The discarded wife who walks away…
Or the woman who rises, exposes the truth, and reclaims her power.

Jessica Southern believed that love could conquer anything—even betrayal. So she staged a reckless kidnapping to test Alan Knight, the man who had adored her for fifteen years. But when he chose his fiancée over her, Jessica was left behind to die in a fiery explosion.

Everyone thought she was gone forever. No body. No funeral. Only scandal and shame.

Four years later, she walks back into his life—alive, beautiful, and carrying secrets that could shatter the perfect world he's built with her cousin, the woman he was supposed to marry.

Now torn between guilt and obsession, Alan refuses to let Jessica go again. He wants answers, revenge, and most of all... her.

But Jessica didn't come back for love. She came back to reveal the truth—and to make them all pay.

When love turns to hate, and hate becomes obsession, can two broken hearts survive the fire they started?

For three years, she nursed her paralyzed husband, risked her own life testing experimental drugs, and nearly destroyed her health to pull him back from the brink of death.
But on the very day he fully recovered, he held his first love in his arms and declared, “I will take care of her and our child for the rest of my life.”
Heartbroken, she asked for a divorce. In return, he coldly froze all her bank accounts and forced her out of the house with nothing, sneering, “You are nothing without me.”
It was not until she hid her pregnancy test and walked away for good that he finally panicked.

My father sold me to the Dragon Academy for the price of one dead wolf, tossing me into a hall full of monsters who wanted to eat me alive. "She has no shift. She has no use. The dragons will take her," he said, leaving me in heavy iron chains that bit into my bone. The beautiful, cruel dragon students laughed. "Prey," one of them dropped the word at my feet. "Maybe it's lunch." I was property. A broken wolf girl meant to cancel out a debt. But then the hall went dead quiet. The Dragon King's son walked in. He didn't look at me like I was a price tag. He looked at me like a predator realizing the floor beneath it wasn't solid. His pale gold eyes snapped to mine, and the temperature in the room skyrocketed. "Who brought her here," his voice was low, dangerous. He crouched in front of me, his fingers closing tight around my forearm. He turned my wrist toward the light, exposing the faint silver tracery under my skin—the mark my father swore would get me killed. The breath went out of the prince. His hand tightened until it bruised. "That mark," he whispered so only I could hear, "belongs to the bloodline my family slaughtered."

"I hate you," Aïssata spat, her chest heaving with fury as she glared at Koffi. "You think you can just claim me as your own?"

Koffi's dark eyes glinted with a mixture of frustration and something far more dangerous. "I don't want to, but I will. You're the key to everything, whether you like it or not."

In the heart of Silvercrest, where wolves rule and forbidden desires burn, Aïssata Doumbia is a woman torn between the life she's fought to build and the dark, magnetic pull of Koffi Mensah, the powerful Alpha whose presence alone makes her pulse quicken. She knows better than to trust the ruthless leader of the pack, but the chemistry between them is undeniable, impossible to ignore.

As tensions rise between the packs, a deadly prophecy begins to surface—one that ties Aïssata’s fate to Koffi's in ways she never expected. Forced to confront their growing attraction amidst a web of betrayal, power struggles, and deadly secrets, Aïssata must decide: Can she embrace her destiny, or will she risk everything to tear herself free from Koffi’s world?

But when the truth is finally revealed, Aïssata finds herself standing at the edge of a cliff—her heart, her power, and her very life in the hands of the one man she can't stand... and yet, can't resist.

"I’ll do whatever it takes to claim you," Koffi whispered, stepping closer, his breath warm against her ear.

And just as their lips almost touched, a roar echoed in the distance, freezing them both in place. Someone else was coming for her...

It was a rainy night, and I was running wildly down the road, with that man behind me chasing relentlessly, a malicious grin on his face. Desperately searching for a safe haven, the lit-up bookstore not far ahead seemed to be my only glimmer of hope.
But I tripped. I tried to scramble back to my feet quickly, yet the rain and the slippery ground sent me crashing down again. A sharp pain shot through my knees, while the sound of footsteps behind me grew louder and louder. I frantically reached out to grab the gravel in the muddy water; my fingertips had just brushed against a sharp-edged stone when a low sigh echoed in my ear: "You can't run away."
I turned my head to look. He was already standing right in front of me, rainwater dripping down his distorted face, his eyes glinting with a crazy and cruel light. He slowly knelt down, one hand clamping my chin tightly to force me to meet his gaze, and a blood-curdling laugh escaped his lips: "I've finally got you tonight. You will be mine forever."
Will Claire survive? And will she successfully escape the attacker's assault?
This is a novel of extraordinary imagination—step in and seek the thrill and the answer.

Evie Scott, the stunning and untouchable princess of Ravenwood University, is admired by every guy on campus yet uninterested in any.
Beneath her innocent smile lies a dangerous secret—she has loved her older brother for years.
Aiden Scott, a powerful billionaire CEO in New York, is cold, possessive, and intimidating, known as the city's biggest playboy.
To the world, he's ruthless, but to Evie, he's tender, protective, and willing to give her everything she desires. As Evie matures, Aiden begins to realise his feelings for her are no longer brotherly.
What begins as a forbidden attraction gradually evolves into obsession, jealousy, and an uncontrollable love.
Just when guilt threatens to tear them apart, a shocking family secret emerges, altering everything... Amid scandals shaking New York, enemies threatening Aiden's empire, and societal condemnation of their relationship, Aiden and Evie must decide if their love can withstand the chaos… or if loving each other will cost them everything.


His hands settled on her waist automatically, steadying her. The touch burned. "Evie…This isn't…"
"What?”Her fingers played with the collar of his shirt, brushing the warm skin beneath. "Unless… there's something wrong with that?"
Aiden's breathing changed. His hands flexed on her waist, fingers digging in just enough to send sparks down her spine. "You have no idea what you're doing to me right now,”he said, almost to himself.
"Then show me."

Astrid finds her cousin having an affair with her mate, her sweetheart and although she was willing to ignore what she had seen and go on with being Alpha Halfdan's mate, she got rejected by him and was forced to sign a divorce paper.

Astrid had no other choice but to do as they said. She is pained and heartbroken that all she craved for was a drink. One drink to clear her head,one drink to end her misery.

But getting to the bar, she gets captured by the stunning sight of an unknown Alpha. Just to get revenge on Alpha Halfdan, she drinks to stupor and has a one night stand with the stranger she met at the club.

But little did she know that just a night could make or mar her...
What happens next?

"You have no choice; either be my luna and serve me well. Or I'll kill your mother and sell you on one of these auctions to the highest-bidding Alpha." He said with no mercy or remorse.

"I.."
Before she could say a word; he pushed he to the bed and started taking off his shirt. "Good because I want to mark you and fuck you... Now."

Her crush turned into her nightmare. Her kidnapper became her savior. Her mother's betrayal sealed her fate.

When college student Lena Adams is humiliated by her crush and then kidnapped to be sold at a supernatural auction, she never expects to be rescued by the most dangerous man in the room—Kieran Volkov, the Alpha King of werewolves.

Months later, when her mother announces her engagement to a mysterious wealthy man, Lena is horrified to discover her soon-to-be stepfather is none other than the werewolf king himself. But when her opportunistic mother steals his gold and flees, Kieran demands Lena take her place as his bride.

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"I am sorry for the inconvenience, I will move to my room now.”

"I love it when someone of your caliber inconveniences me.“

"Are you not afraid of what I might do to you?” He grabbed her neck and she moaned out slowly.

"Do to me what you desire,” She said breathlessly.

"It's best you let me go.” He kissed her neck and it sent a shiver down her spine.

"You are in my debt!!”

"Then why don't I clear off the debts.” He turned her to the bed.

Meet Tessy Jones, an MBBS student who has a deep crush on her hot neighbor who is old enough to be her father. Having a taste of him triggered everything about her to have more of him.

Tables turned upside down when she discovered he was daddy's best friend not just that she was also betrothed to his nephew.

Now Tessy is so obsessed with Daddy's best friend, what will she do? No father will want their daughter to date their best friend and the age gap is also a big no, lastly he is also a ruthless mafia.

•Honoria•

I embarrassed the star quarterback of Thorpecan Prepratory high and I know he wants revenge.

Kayden Lachlan was the golden bad boy. A star athlete, with a killer body and a face girls soaked their underwear for.

One sleepy night while doing my assignment, I’d sent the wrong file in. And everything went to hell for him when those embarrassing photos of his training days hit the school papers.

He confronted me and demanded to know why I did it, but one wrong shove resulted in a kiss that changed things between us forever.

His eyes flashed golden, and he vanished off my radar.

Now Kayden won’t even look at me, despite the fact that it seems like he can’t stay away from me.

I know that kiss meant something he’s hiding.

And I’m done being kept in the dark.

•Kayden•

I kissed Honoria Greyheart by accident, and the mate bond locked into place like lightning.

In the span of a single second, our fates changed forever.

But she’s human, hates my guts and has no idea what that kiss just did to the both of us.

One touch of her lips and she became mine permanently.

She doesn’t know I’m a werewolf. She doesn’t know our laws. And she doesn’t know she’s tied to me for life now.

I should tell her the truth of what she is to me now.

But if I do, she’ll run.

And I’m not sure if i’m quite ready to let her go yet.

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Honoria Greyheart has one plan.

Graduate, save enough money, and disappear somewhere no one knows her name.

Kayden Lachlan is the last complication she needs.

He's arrogant, untouchable, and the reason her life has been falling apart for the last six months. She wants nothing to do with him.

Then one accidental locker room kiss alters her reality in a way she never expected.

Because in werewolf law, a kiss like theirs means everything.

Honoria thinks it was just an accident. Kayden knows it was anything but.

And somewhere between the truth he's keeping and the secret she doesn't know she's carrying, two people who were supposed to be enemies are going to have to figure out how to navigate the truth of what they’ve now become to each other in ways neither of them would have ever expected.

Does the Lycan Heir fall for the human girl?

Or will she reject the bond entirely, refusing for her own sake and preservation to step into the world of chaos and ruin that is Kayden Lachlans.

The fate of a kingdom rests on a single cure.

Every year, the Sacred Tournament decides which kingdom will receive the Blessed Rain, a divine blessing that brings prosperity, abundant harvests, and peace. For generations, Hulorya Mountain Palace has never known defeat, thanks to its undefeated Crown Prince, Lucas.

Until now.

After losing the tournament to the legendary warrior Evander of Two Heart Mountain Palace, Lucas is struck by the forbidden poison known as Dragon's Breath. The only antidote is a Dragon Scale... a relic believed to have vanished alongside the dragons billions of years ago.

With only six months before the poison claims her brother's life, Princess Yuemie refuses to watch him die.

Disguising herself as an ordinary traveler, she secretly leaves the palace with her loyal spirit companion, Fores. And journeys into the heart of enemy territory. Her mission is simple, get close to Evander, steal the antidote, and return home before anyone discovers her true identity.

But Two Heart Mountain Palace is nothing like the enemy she imagined.

As Yuemie is drawn deeper into a kingdom filled with hidden truths, powerful warriors, ancient spiritual arts, and long-forgotten legends, every answer only leads to more questions. The man she came to deceive may hold the key not only to her brother's survival, but also to a mystery that has remained buried for centuries.

In a world where kingdoms are divided by hatred, where loyalty is tested by love, and where dragons exist only in forgotten myths, one princess must risk everything to save the person she loves most.

Even if it means betraying her own kingdom.

Amara Snow hates Christmas with every fiber of her being. For sixteen years, December 25th has been a day of grief, not joy—the anniversary of the car accident that killed her parents. While the world celebrates, she works double shifts and avoids the holiday like a curse. When she loses her job on Christmas Eve and collapses in the snow, she's ready to give up. But a mysterious stranger with impossibly warm hands and eyes like starlight saves her life. Noelle Krystov seems too perfect, too kind, too good to be true. That's because he is. He's the immortal son of Santa Claus, sent to Earth to protect the dying spirit of Christmas. Falling in love with a human is forbidden—it will cost him his immortality. But when Noelle discovers that Amara isn't just any human, that she's the Yuletide Child born at the exact moment Christmas magic was created, their love becomes the key to saving or destroying Christmas forever. As dark forces rise to extinguish belief and hope, Amara must choose: continue hating the holiday that took everything from her, or become the woman who saves it. Sometimes the greatest magic isn't in believing in Christmas—it's in believing in yourself.

For fifty thousand years, the Immortal Realm has feared the return of Vaelric, the Demon Lord—the God of Destruction and Death.

Hidden within the imperial palace since childhood, Alyssa has lived as both prisoner and weapon. Her blood can awaken the Demon Lord, while her soul is the only force capable of destroying him forever.

But when fate binds her to both the feared Demon Lord and the divine God of War, long-buried truths about the Great War begin to surface. The history she was raised to believe may have been built on a devastating lie.

Now two gods claim her heart. One seeks to burn the world to the ground. The other will sacrifice everything to save it. Neither is willing to let her go.

Trapped between duty and desire, destiny and free will, and three souls within a single body, Alyssa must answer the question that will decide the fate of the Immortal Realm:

Which love is fate? Which love is sacrifice? And which choice will rewrite the end of the world?

Will a man learn to love me if I’m good to him long enough?

I tried for seven years to warm his heart.
I thought if I just held on a little longer, he’d finally see me.
Because I loved him so deeply.

But what did I get in return?
His endless tenderness for another woman.
I pretended I didn’t care, until pneumonia landed me in the hospital.

On the day I was discharged, I found him standing there with our daughter, his whole world focused on caring for that woman.
Even my daughter, whom I’d raised with everything I had, wished that woman was her mother.

In that moment, my heart died completely.

I left the divorce papers, gave up custody, and walked back into the chemical industry.
So what if seven years of marriage had worn me down?
I was still the top genius in my field.

But the divorce I’d wanted so badly never went through.
The man who once couldn’t have been colder to me now held on to me tighter than ever.
Our daughter refused to leave my side.

When he found my divorce papers,
the always cold and arrogant man pushed me against the wall and growled:

“Divorce? You’re mine. For life.”

No one knew she was swapped at birth, doomed to be the family’s endless cash supply.
She died exhausted by their greed, yet woke up back to the fateful day of the unfair contract.
Reborn, she hides her cards well.
She will uncover all the fake heiress’s dark plots, retrieve her lost wealthy bloodline, and never let anyone drain her life again.

Martin Williams and Estella Jules grew up together, but lived completely different lives. She was the nanny’s daughter, while Martin was the child her mother served. After her mother died, Estella was taken in by the Williams family and raised to become the nanny’s replacement. At home, she was Martin’s loyal servant, but at school, she was his number one target.

Nobody knew about their secret master–maid relationship, and Martin would curse Estella if anyone ever found out they lived in the same apartment. He grew to hate her presence, while Estella continued to smile at him through everything. Not out of loyalty or obligation, but because she was sincerely in love with him.

Estella knew she would do anything for Martin, yet he never cared enough to notice. She couldn’t stop herself, like a moon drawn endlessly to the sun. Until one night, at Martin’s birthday party, her eyes finally opened to who he truly was. That night, she swore she would stop loving him, stop begging for him, and stop crying over him.

What she didn’t know was that her decision would only make their relationship even more complicated—messy, intense, and filled with the reckless sweetness of their perfectly imperfect youth.

They threw him in the river like garbage.
They should have made sure he didn't swim back.
Cain Devereaux gave ten years of his life to the Devereaux crime family. Ten years of loyalty, blood, and silence. He trained their soldiers. He buried their enemies. He kept their secrets even when keeping them meant destroying his own soul. And the moment he became inconvenient, his boss who was the man he called brother, put a bullet in his chest and tossed him into the river like a used cartridge.
He woke up in the dark with water in his lungs and a voice in his head.
The Ledger of Debts has been activated.
Every name. Every betrayal. Every humiliation logged and catalogued, waiting for collection. The System doesn't ask Cain to become a hero. It doesn't demand redemption or righteousness. It demands payment. And Cain is more than willing to be the instrument of collection.
One by one, the people who wrote him off will learn the truth they buried with him: that the most dangerous man in any room is the one you already think is dead.
The debts are due and Cain doesn't negotiate

Arabella owed her life to him believing that he’s the reason she didn’t die that night. The night she was ambushed and almost shot. But she never knew it was a perfect set-up by him just to walk his way into her life and ruin her.

For the sins of her father, Conrad married Arabella with the intention to break her and steal her heirloom. At the time Arabella found out the man she married had gambled with her heart, it was too late. Her image was tarnished on the net by a stunt Conrad pulled. Broken and devastated, she badly wanted to divorce Conrad and hurt him back but it was impossible and risky.

Because her only son whom Conrad turned against her, would gladly choose to follow his father in court. Meanwhile, her heirloom was in her son’s name. Therefore she would lose everything to Conrad. Everything was a cross road for Arabella. Everyone was against her, including her best friend who had been having an affair with Conrad.

However in her perilous moment, she never expected to come faced with a man from her past who died to her. The first man who ever hurt her but that same man was the only one who can help crush her husband and claim everything back. Does Arabella let off of resentment and accept Damon’s help?

“Go to your father’s chambers and kill him.”

The command controlled my body, forcing me to swing the saber. I watched in horror as I beheaded the Divine God—my own father. Stripped of my powers and exiled by my brothers, I fell from the sky and crashed into a freezing river.

I thought I would die. Instead, I was pulled out by three identical, breathtakingly handsome men.

“We should leave her,” one sneers.
“I’d like to fuck her though,” another says, his eyes raking over my soaked dress.

They are triplets. They are Alphas. And they have decided to keep me.
I am Lillyan Elyort, the fallen Moon Goddess. Now, I am a prisoner in the Blackmoon pack, surrounded by enemies who want to use me. But they don’t know one thing: I might be mortal now, but I still know how to bite back.

My twin brother and I were reborn at the same time.
In our previous life, he kicked me into the borderland overrun by monsters, while he went to enjoy himself in Radiant City, only to be exiled for his incompetence.
I reversed my healing power into killing techniques, building humanity's second-largest power amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood, only to be sacrificed in his jealousy, devoured alive by demons for seven days and seven nights.
This time, the carriage bound for the border stopped before me, and without hesitation, he pushed me toward the airship to Radiant City, eager to go to the border as the "savior."
Watching his impatient back, I almost burst out laughing.
Go, my foolish brother.
Do you think those bloodthirsty thugs of Shattered Stone Fortress would recognize you as their king without my self-created "healing backlash" in hell?
In this life, you'll stay in the hell you chose, and watch how I use healing magic to give this desperate world a "physical salvation"!

“You watched me burn… and chose to save your lover?” I whispered, hatred blazing in my eyes.
“Then I will watch you and your empire turn to ashes.”
“Wife, come home,” the cold Don said warmly. “The bed is empty without you.”
“Mommy, please come home,” my son cried with big fat tears. “I want to hug you to sleep.”
I laughed bitterly. “I hate you both.”
“Yes, Mommy,” they said at the same time, “we love you too.”
“WHY ARE YOU TWO NOT FOLLOWING THE SCRIPT?”
—----
Once, Elena Moretti was the perfect Mafia wife. Silent, loyal, and willing to sacrifice everything for her husband and son. And for that devotion, she was repaid with betrayal and death.
Reborn in the fifth year of her marriage, just before everything spirals out of control, Elena refuses to love blindly again.
This time, she chooses herself.
She divorces the man she once worshipped.
She walks away from the child who loathes her and calls another woman “Mom.”
But fate is treacherous.
The cold Mafia Don who slowly realizes he has lost the only woman who ever truly loved him.
The son who begins to feel the emptiness left by his mother’s absence.
Join Elena’s journey of self love, healing and a second chance at love.

Seven years of marriage turned to ash the moment I discovered my husband had arranged for his sister-in-law to carry his dead brother's child—using his own sperm to continue the family bloodline.
Lorenzo Corvino—New York's most ruthless don—would drive three hours through a storm just to get me imported cherries. He held me at my mother's funeral, crying until dawn. He hospitalized a man for disrespecting me at a charity gala.
I thought I was the center of his world.
Until the private investigator's flash drive revealed the truth: Lorenzo at the clinic for Claudia's prenatal appointments, his hand on her pregnant belly, whispering "Marco would be so proud."
In the end, on the Corvino family's scale of priorities, continuing his dead brother's bloodline would always outweigh his infertile wife.
The night the yacht exploded, the New York sky burned red. The news reported the mafia don's wife had perished in the flames. He collapsed on the dock, clutching the charred wreckage, breaking down completely.
But he didn't know—
That "dead" woman was across the Atlantic on the Amalfi Coast, one hand on her seven-week baby bump, protecting the secret he'd never discover.
Seven months later, when he stepped into my new life and saw the infant with his deep brown eyes cradled in my arms—
This man who'd built an empire on violence and fear finally understood what he'd truly lost.
And I'll spend the rest of my life making sure he knows: some betrayals are so deep, even "I'm sorry" is more than he'll ever deserve.

To save my wife’s family, I buried my name, wore myself down, and let a few strands of my hair turn gray while caring for her on the edge of death.

Three years later, she slipped into custom Chanel and slapped a divorce agreement down in front of me.

With her arm wrapped around a so-called old-money heir from Wall Street, she mocked me as a worthless nobody who couldn’t even afford a luxury handbag, a bottom-feeder who was never fit to stand beside her.

I signed my name without a word and watched her leave in triumph.

What she didn’t know was that the man preaching investments was nothing more than a Ponzi fraudster facing multiple charges.

And when the conference room door closed, Manhattan’s most feared ice-cold attorney bowed to me at a perfect ninety degrees and welcomed me to unlock the seventy-billion-dollar trust fund and take back control of the entire conglomerate.

A few months later, inside a women’s maximum-security prison in Brooklyn, she was dressed in a filthy, tattered prison uniform, sprawled across a floor slick with dirty water, sobbing as she was beaten and begging for my forgiveness.

I simply lifted my whiskey and calmly switched off the surveillance feed.

She loved him with all her three lives, only to be used and hurt repeatedly. When she returned to the wedding day for the fourth time, the phoenix refused to be trapped any longer. Betrayal ended, revenge arrived, and her destined dragon finally came to take her home.

Humans aren't supposed to survive carrying a vampire's child. The immortal blood drains you dry.

Valentine was a pureblood vampire Duke. I was just a mortal. But I was stupid enough to think love was stronger than biology.

Four years ago, I tore myself apart on the birthing bed to bring a half-blood into this world, only to wake up staring at Valentine’s back.

His late father’s favorite concubine, Cecilia, had already snatched my baby from the cradle. And my husband acquiesced to it all.

"He looks just like me," Cecilia purred, tracing my newborn's cheek. "Thank you for giving birth to my son."

Then she tossed a blood jade onto my sheets, like I was some cheap baby-making machine.

I didn't take the payoff. I grabbed the heavy stone and hurled it straight at Valentine’s face.

For four agonizing years, I fought to get my baby back. I hired mercenaries, rogues, and shadow-smugglers, bleeding myself dry to breach the Duke’s estate. Every single attempt failed.

Until tonight. A terrified servant smuggled out a whisper that stopped my heart: Cecilia had fed my son "diluted holy water"—a twisted sacrament meant to literally burn the human half out of his organs.

I didn't hire anyone this time. I tore through the gates myself. I took a guard’s spear through the shoulder and let cursed brambles shred my arms to the bone, just to drag my dying boy out of a burning greenhouse.

But when the agonizing pain of the holy water woke him, Luke looked at me with pure, unadulterated disgust.

"It’s your fault! It’s your filthy human blood!" My four-year-old son spat the words like venom. "Mother Cecilia says if we just burn out this curse, I can be the true heir! If it weren't for you, Father would have claimed me by now! I hate you!"

I froze.

When I finally spoke, my voice was a raw, inhuman scrape. "Call me Mom one last time, and I'll walk out of your life forever."

Three torturous years hauling bodies on the mortuary night shift, and I'd finally scraped together the cash for my brother Charles's heart transplant.
He just waved it off.
"My heart is fine. Mom and Dad didn't die in that gang war, either. I orchestrated the hit. You were the only casualty."
Nearby, my husband, Gerald, casually lit a cigar to deliver his own confession. "I never went bankrupt. 'Laying low' was just my excuse to avoid squeezing into that dingy funeral home dorm with you. I've been at the Long Island estate."
"I was going to punish you for another three years," Charles added, "but the stench of formaldehyde on you is nauseating. We couldn't take it anymore."
I froze, still clutching the credit card. Charles plucked the plastic from my numb fingers and shoved his phone screen in my face. A banking app stared back at me.
Balance: exactly zero.
"My name is still on the joint account," he sneered, tossing the card into the trash. "I drained it this morning. That blood money you made bagging stiffs is being handed out to street junkies as we speak. We'd never touch that filth."
Before the sheer absurdity of it could suffocate me, my parents walked in. Flanked by bodyguards, they kept their distance, eyeing me like a plague rat.
"You thought being the biological daughter gave you the right to ruthlessly bully Violet. We simply wanted to put you in your place."
"Swear you'll never cross Violet again, and you can remain a Falcone," my mother added coolly. "Otherwise, you're dead to us."
In the stifling silence that followed, my phone buzzed. A text from my oncologist.
[Mrs. Castello, the results are back. It's terminal. Do you consent to initiating the hospice and DNR protocols we discussed?]

Nineteen times. That's how many times Elliot had walked out on me while we planned our wedding.

Standing in the bridal shop, he didn't even bother to sound sorry. "Cecilia, it's Vivienne. Another panic attack. She's alone—it's not safe. I have to get to her."

Margaux, my biological mother, shot me that look. "Your sister is suffocating, and you want to make this about a dress? Be the bigger person, Cecilia."

I watched him leave. No hesitation. No looking back. And for once, I didn't beg him to stay. Didn't crumble in the dressing room like I had eighteen times before.

I turned to the mirror. The bride staring back wore thousands of dollars in ivory silk. Her eyes were dead.

"Help me out of this," I told the saleswoman, whose face had gone pale. My voice came out calm. Almost pleasant. "I don't need it anymore. There won't be a wedding."

For seven years, I told myself James wasn't cold; he simply loved quietly. Then my car died after midnight, and he told me to call a cab. When I earned the promotion I had chased for two years, he forgot my message. But when his ex said she felt sick, he left work with medicine in one hand and her exact coffee order in the other. That was when I understood: my husband knew how to care. He had simply never chosen to care for me. By our anniversary, I would stop waiting, leave his gift on the table, and move out. Only then would James begin to love me—and by then, it would be too late.

I barely escaped the Valley of the Dread Dragon, my magic completely drained. A betrothal awaited me in Winterhold. But the moment I arrived, my fiancé Arthur refused to acknowledge who I was. He stood by and watched as his socalled true love Elena stole my wand, scarred my face, and swore to strip me bare and parade me through the streets. He thought he stood above me, blind to exactly whom he was defying — I held his entire family in my power. When my brother Damian arrived, he did not merely rescue me. He gave me the chance to pay back every wound and humiliation I had suffered, one by one.

Young love and devotion fell to his marital greed. In reckless indulgence, Nate ruined his lifelong lover and family. He sided with his mistress, ignored my agony and child loss, and pushed me into despair. Seven years later, the once-glorious Wall Street elite fell utterly abandoned and destitute. Repentant and desperate, he begged for redemption. But his belated love now only meets my cold, unwavering indifference.

Ryan loves me deeply—at least that's what everyone says. Seven years together, we look like the perfect couple to outsiders. But only I know he's betrayed me three times.

The first time was three years ago. His brother died saving him, leaving behind his widow Sophia—Ryan's unforgettable first love. He married her behind my back. When I found out, I completely fell apart. I have dignity. I refuse to be the other woman. I wanted to leave, but he begged on his knees. "This is just to take care of my sister-in-law. Once I find the truth about my brother's death, I'll divorce her. Then we can get married."

I believed him. I forgot that a man never lets go of a lost love he's gotten back.

The second time was at last year's company anniversary. In front of everyone, he introduced Sophia as his wife. I watched them on stage, a knife through my heart. That night he explained, "It's just for show. Once everything's over, we can be together."

I believed him again.

The third time was two weeks ago. Surveillance footage showed Ryan with Sophia entering a hotel room. I rushed to confront him, but heard her voice outside his office. "Ryan, I'm pregnant. It's your baby."

Through the crack in the door, I see him hesitate. In that instant I understand.

He's going to keep her.

He spots me and rushes out in a panic. "It was an accident! Let me explain! After she has the baby, I'll give her money and make her leave. She won't be in our lives anymore!"

In that moment, I finally wake up. There will be no future for us.

On my birthday, I lost my pup from overwork, and at the same moment, a photo popped up on social media—my boyfriend kissing another woman under fireworks.

The caption read: "Found my lost mate."

I finally understood: I was nothing more than a replacement after Kathy left, a temporary harbor while he waited for his true love.

I quietly signed my resignation letter, burned eight years of memories, and turned to leave Stone Lake Pack.

Then, I met another Alpha.

Dangerous, captivating, untouchable—yet he dropped to one knee at our first meeting: "Marry me."

I nodded yes, but my ex lost his mind.

At eighteen, I gave my virginity to Hunter in his bed.

I swallowed all the pain and hesitation, naively believing that three years of a pathetic crush had finally earned my way into his heart.

Until the next morning, when I heard his teammates' unabashed mockery:

"Damn, you finally bagged the nerd? How was it?"

Hunter scoffed, his tone dripping with utter contempt.

"Just messing around. If I'm bringing a real girlfriend out, it's gotta be someone on Serena's level—head cheerleader."

I wordlessly opened my college application portal, deleted the garbage local state school I had picked just to stay with him, and changed it back to Yale.

He confidently thought I would follow him blindly, until he video-called me on opening day and completely lost his mind seeing who was beside me: his own stepbrother.

Three years barren, and Jessamine walked on thin ice in the elite household. Her mother-in-law spat venomous curses daily, calling her a "worthless waste of space" and threatening to force her son into divorce.

She could still remember when Damien had severed all ties with his family to marry her—kneeling outside their door in the pouring rain, begging his parents to accept her: "Jessamine is my one true love! I can't survive without her!" Back then, she was the only woman who existed in his eyes.

But now, for the sake of family inheritance, he had the audacity to demand her consent for his childhood sweetheart Celeste to bear their child. Jessamine endured the soul-crushing agony of watching her husband entwined with another woman, night after torturous night.

Even more devastating—after Celeste delivered a daughter, Damien had the shameless nerve to declare: "The family still needs a male heir."

In that shattering moment, Jessamine finally saw the brutal truth.

I once thought I’d married the perfect husband, Kael, pouring all my heart and soul into trying to have a baby—until the birth certificate and adoption agreement in the study safe shattered every beautiful lie.
He and my dearest friend, Celeste, had long ago secretly had an illegitimate child,
and even plotted to trick me into being his foster mother, keeping me in the dark for the rest of my life.
What was even crueler was that on the very day I uncovered the truth, the doctor gave me the news—I was pregnant.
Once I faced the harsh truth, I resolutely faked a shipwreck to flee, going into hiding with my unborn child and leaving my old life behind.
He searched the entire world to find me, casting aside all his pride to beg for my forgiveness with a humble heart—but he could never win me back, not ever.

On our wedding day, my fiancé, Preston Vale, didn't come to walk me down the aisle. Instead, he brought Silas Rowan—the "unstable" son of his family's former driver.
"Walk through the ceremony with him," Preston demanded, wrapping his arm around his secretary, Lydia. "Consider it your apology for upsetting her."
Lydia smiled with practiced delicacy. "It's just a little joke, Maren. Don't be so dramatic. I'll be keeping Mr. Vale company today."
Preston looked down at me with arrogant certainty. "It's a prank. Why are you getting so hysterical?"
Seeing the smugness in his eyes, the love I had protected for five years finally shattered. I calmly turned to the quiet man standing in the borrowed suit.
"He came dressed as a groom to take his bride. How is this a game?" I stepped away from Preston and held my hand out to the supposed lunatic. "If we are going to do this, we make it real. Silas, will you marry me?"

They left me to freeze to death in our basement freezer.

The night before prom, my foster sister Leila came crying that I'd burned her Ivy League recommendation letter. My birth parents didn't even listen to one word of explanation—they threw me into that frozen hell in forty-five below.

I beat on that door until my fingers were shredded, screamed until my throat tore apart, but all I could hear from upstairs was their laughter celebrating Leila. Even Justin—the boy I'd loved since we were kids—texted calling me a fucking psycho.

As I drew my last breath, I heard Leila's soft voice outside the door: "Rest in peace, sister."

Now I'm a ghost, watching them lose their minds when the truth comes out.

My parents and twin sister faked their own deaths so she could steal my college acceptance.

I believed it. Sobbed until I couldn't breathe when the cops showed me photos of the burnt yacht. Thought my words—"I hope you all die"—had somehow made it happen.

Two weeks later, I found my sister's backup Instagram: "Finally ditched the boring sister! Bahamas is paradise 🏖"

Something inside me snapped.

Wanna play dead? Stay dead.

I took their death certificates. Canceled their social security numbers. Drained every joint account—every last cent. Sold the house to John, the kind of guy even cops don't mess with.

One month later, they came home tanned and loaded with designer bags, expecting to find me broken on the streets.

What greeted them instead were cold gun barrels pointed at their heads.

“Dad… please… help me…” I pleaded, my shattered ribs piercing my lungs, blood soaking the stretcher.
But Richard, the hospital's top surgeon and my biological father, didn't even glance at me. Instead, he rushed to the next bed.
“Don't be afraid, Chloe. I'm here,” he cooed to his stepdaughter, who merely had a tiny scratch on her arm. “Get the best equipment over here now!” he roared.
As the heart monitor flatlined and my soul left my broken body, I realized the chilling truth: in the choice between life and death, my father gladly let me die.

I was marrying Boone Ashcroft on a Saturday morning. Before I could step out of the truck, his mother walked up with a rope and pointed at the cattle chute behind the barn.
Her terms: hands and knees through six inches of mud and manure. A metal headgate clamped around my neck at the end. That was the price of walking through her front door.
I said no.
Then forty Ashcrofts surrounded the truck. My phone had zero signal. My family was blocked behind a hay baler a quarter mile back. And the man I'd spent three years with looked me in the eye and said: "You're going through that chute today. Crawling or walking — pick one."
They cornered my best friend. Threw hog blood on the windshield. Thought nobody was coming for me.
They didn't know about the CB radio under the console — or the ten cousins listening on the other end.

My uncle has a hunting cabin in Alaska. Every December, I stay there for a few days.

This year he wasn't there—left me the keys.

When I walked in, I noticed there was a new deer head mount above the fireplace.

Not a whitetail deer. A moose. Very large.

But I noticed its eyes weren't made of glass.

Those two eyeballs looked... too real.

The pupils even contracted in the light.

I texted my uncle asking when he'd shot this moose.

He replied: "What moose?"

I looked at the mount again.

Its lips moved slightly.

Not the rise and fall of breathing, but... trying to form a word.