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My biological parents and younger brother conspired with an adopted outsider to fabricate an elaborate lie about a "super tsunami about to strike." They staged an act together, tricked me onto a cruise ship, and locked me deep in the hold. The moment the hatch closed, I heard their voices through a hidden camera, toasting with glasses:
"Finally got that jinx locked away. From now on, the family fortune is all ours!"
But they didn't know that at that very second, a piercing system alert blared in my mind:
[Super Tsunami Generating. Countdown: 5 days.]
The apocalypse was real after all.
I seized the moment to bind with the Deep-Sea Fortress System, drained the family's entire assets, and went on a manic hoarding spree.
Five days later, hundred-meter-tall waves ripped the coastline apart.
Watching on the monitor as my parents and brother knelt outside the alloy door, tearing at each other, banging their heads bloody as they begged me to open up,
I cut into a perfectly seared, juicy steak and asked softly into the mic:
"Didn't you say the tsunami was a lie? So why are you crying now?"

My stepsister killed someone while driving high and made me take the fall.
She knelt in front of me, crying, "I'm so scared."
My mom snatched the only piece of evidence and told the police it was me.
My fiancé, Darian, took my hand and said, "Trust me. I'll marry you in three years."
Three years. Not one person came to see me.
The day I was released, it poured rain.
I clutched that engagement ring and walked back to that house.
The door was unlocked. The moment I pushed it open, I found him kissing my stepsister.
She spun around, ducking into Darian's arms.
"Sis... you're... you're out already?!"

I waited two years for a donor heart. When one finally came, my husband gave it to Odette Ashworth, the girl who had been living my life.
My cardiologist gave me one week. So I made arrangements to have my body cryopreserved.
And I donated it to the very lab where Odette worked.
The day I signed the papers, my son threw his arms around me and said he was so glad Mommy and Aunt Odette were friends again.
My parents told me they were proud I'd finally learned what it means to be a sister.
My husband smiled, relieved, and said I'd finally let go of my grudges and started being reasonable.
I smiled back. They were right. This time, I really had learned my place.
I was going to hand the Ashworth name back to Odette and give every last one of them exactly what they wanted.

Here is an adaptation crafted in the style of a bestselling contemporary Western psychological thriller or domestic drama hook, using fast-paced, high-tension American English:

For three years, I was the envy of Manhattan’s elite—the untouchable heiress with the flawless life.

My husband? The media constantly fawned over him, dubbing him "God’s gift to women" and the absolute epitome of a perfect gentleman.

Then came the video. The damn video that shattered it all.

Kneeling on the floor, wearing a thick leather collar like a pathetic stray, was the man I had loved deeply for years.

At the other end of the leash stood another woman, the stiletto of her red-soled Louboutin pressing ruthlessly into his cheek.

"Tell me, what are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Mistress Elena's dog," he whimpered. "I just want to get away from Sienna... I'm so sick of that suffocating bitch."

Every vow, every promise we ever made, instantly dissolved into a sick, twisted joke.

But instead of breaking down, I just smiled. And I hit save.

If he wanted to act like a dog so badly, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I was going to make sure he choked on that damn leash.

A blizzard night. My car broke down in the middle of nowhere, and my legs had already lost all feeling.

With purple, cracked fingers, I dialed my fiancé, Silas.

Through the phone came the cozy crackle of a fireplace, and the sweet giggles of the fake heiress, Stella.

"Silas... save me... Route 82..." I gasped, my voice fading.

"Harper, this jealousy game makes me sick," he snapped. "Stella only sat in your passenger seat, and you play disappear? Go freeze to death out there. Don't bother us!"

Beep.

He hung up. Followed by a ruthless block.

He didn't know it wasn't a stunt for attention. It was my last SOS in this world.

When my body was dug out of the snowdrifts, frozen stiff along with the cheap engagement ring he bought on a whim, that arrogant man dropped to his knees on the icy morgue floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

Too bad, I could never see it again.

"Turn on the livestream, let everyone see how wet and slutty my wife's pussy gets when she's ruined." My husband sneered, ruthlessly spreading my trembling legs on the tattoo bed.

I sobbed and thrashed, but his strong hands pinned my wrists. The buzzing needle pierced the sensitive flesh of my private area, vibrating against my clitoris as he forced a succubus mark onto me. I let out a sharp, pathetic moan, my body involuntarily slicking with a mix of blood and arousal under the agonizing pain.

By the time the needle carved the eighteenth humiliating word into my bare, heaving breasts, my mind was completely broken. He just wiped the blood from my nipples and left to fuck his pregnant mistress.

He thought I was just a toy. At his wedding banquet, he threw me to a pack of hungry men. "Do whatever you want with her holes. Even if it's a gangbang, I take no responsibility." Disgusting hands immediately groped my bare thighs, brutally ripping my dress apart to expose my tattooed chest. Rough fingers pinched my nipples and shoved into my dripping core, making me scream in despair.

But I didn't die there. I tanked his company and fell into the arms of his biggest rival.

When my ex-husband finally realized the mistress's baby wasn't his, he called me, sobbing and begging. I just pressed the phone to my ear, gasping loudly as Tristan's thick, hard cock thrust deep into my tight, wet pussy.

"Ah... fuck, Tristan, deeper..." I moaned shamelessly into the receiver, hearing my ex-husband's breathless silence on the other end. "Henry," I panted, riding my new lover hard, "Your empire is dead, and so are we."

Everyone knows that Qin Sicheng is desperately in love with me. To cure my depression, he gave up the opportunity to study abroad and stayed by my side.
But on the day of my birthday banquet, he disappeared.
When I found him in a corner of the back garden, he was pitifully clutching the hem of my best friend Qiao Anran's dress.
That man—usually so devoted and obedient to me—now had red-rimmed eyes and a trembling voice.
"Anran, how much longer do I have to keep acting? Lin Jiaqi is already better. Please, just look back at me, won't you?"
Qiao Anran closed her eyes, her face twisted in pain, then coldly pushed him away.
"Qin Sicheng, I'll say it again: as long as Lin Jiaqi is alive, you can only be her husband. This is what you owe me, and what I owe the Lin family."
I covered my mouth, staring at the diamond ring he had just given me, my heart shattering completely.
So the husband who had always loved me so deeply—it was all an act.

“Sophie Love's ability to impart magic to her readers is exquisitely wrought in powerfully evocative phrases and descriptions….FOR NOW AND FOREVER is the perfect romance or beach read, with a difference: its enthusiasm and beautiful descriptions offer an unexpected attention to the complexity of not just evolving love, but evolving psyches. It's a delightful recommendation for romance readers looking for a touch more complexity from their romance reads.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) “FOR NOW AND FOREVER is a very well written novel, describing the struggle of a woman (Emily) to find her true identity. The author did an amazing job with the creation of the characters and her description of the environment. The romance is there, but not overdosed. Kudos to the author for this amazing start of a series that promises to be very entertaining.”--Books and Movies Reviews, Roberto MattosEmily Mitchell, 35, living and working in New York City, has struggled through a string of failed relationships. When her boyfriend of 7 years takes her out for their long-awaited anniversary dinner, Emily is sure that this time will be different, that this time she will finally get the ring.When he gives her a small bottle of perfume instead, Emily knows the time has come to break up with him—and for her entire life to have a fresh start.Reeling from her unsatisfying, high-pressure life, Emily decides she needs a change. She decides on a whim to drive to her father’s abandoned home on the coast of Maine, a sprawling, historic house where she’d spent magical summers as a child. But the house, long-neglected, is in dire need of repair, and the winter is no time to be in Maine. Emily hasn’t been there in 20 years, when a tragic accident changed her sister’s life and shattered her family. Her parents divorced, her father disappeared, and Emily was never able to bring herself to step foot in that house again.Now, for some reason, with her life reeling, Emily feels drawn to the only childhood place she ever knew. She plans on going just for a weekend, to clear her head. But something about the house, its numerous secrets, its memories of her father, its oceanfront allure, its small-town setting—and most of all, its gorgeous, mysterious caretaker—doesn’t want to let her leave. Can she find the answers she’s been looking for here, in the most unexpected place of all?Can a weekend become a lifetime?FOR NOW AND FOREVER is book #1 in the debut of a dazzling new romance series that will make you laugh, make you cry, will keep you turning pages late into the night—and will make you fall in love with romance all over again.Book #2 will be available soon.

He once swore the whole world to me，yet he threw me aside without a second thought，all for his precious adopted sister.
He trampled on my love, ruined my youth, and let me fall into the abyss alone while doting on another woman.
Years later, I return from the ashes, powerful and cold.
I will step into his world, shatter his fame, destroy his fortune, and take away everything he holds dear.
He abandoned me for his adopted sister.
Now, I am his inevitable ruin.

Translation

Zombies besieged the city. I fought through the infected zone alone and brought back the vaccine.

All of humanity hailed me as their savior.

But at the medal ceremony, my superior and fiancée Amy shoved me aside. "You're covered in blood. Stand over there. Would it kill you to be more like David?"

"A man who can't even bear to look at violence—that's what a civilized person looks like."

For the sake of being her idea of civilized, I locked away my weapons and spent three years as her errand boy. I took countless bullets meant for her, and still she complained I wasn't gentle enough.

Then the virus mutated. To save David, I crushed a Tyrant's skull with my bare hands.

She threw her arms around the trembling David, slammed the table, and screamed at me: "If you don't get this violent streak under control, you can forget about being the Chief's husband. Apologize to David. Now."

The vaccine I'd risked my life for—she used every last drop of it to win favor with her pretty boy.

I ejected the magazine from my rifle and tossed my medal into the rubble.

"That position of yours? Give it to whoever you want."

My father is the youngest chief of cardiac surgery in the country, the ace of his field.
His hands were the best in the business. Yet on the day my mother had a sudden heart attack and needed an emergency transfer, he turned her away, claiming every operating room was full.
Later, someone photographed him on a sunlit lawn at a country club on the edge of town, showering another woman's daughter with rose petals for her birthday.
My mother died on a gurney, waiting to be saved.
He never showed his face, not even at the burial.
For twenty years, my uncle drove a night-shift cab to put me through medical school.
The day I became the youngest Chief Credentialing Examiner in the history of the State Department of Health, the hospital group sent over a promotion file for a genius young surgeon.
The group's CEO vouched for her personally, his tone unusually low.
"Examiner Lane, this girl is extraordinarily gifted. One signature from you and she becomes the youngest woman ever named Division Chief of Surgery!"
I flipped through her résumé.
When I reached the section for family and emergency contacts, I froze.
I stared at the girl's photo for a long time.
Then I closed the file and said quietly,
"I'm sorry. I won't sign off on her review."

At the dinner party, Alexander had his arm around my waist, chatting and laughing with clients in German.
I was about to tell him the happy news that I was pregnant.
He was tender and affectionate in front of me, kissing my cheek from time to time.
But they didn't know my German was fluent enough to understand every dirty detail.
Like right now, I heard him bragging to the client about how wild things got last night with his stepsister Lillian.

“No. Mabel, I cannot lose you again. Since you’re back now, there is no need for me to marry her and I have to make sure you stay by my side at all times. I never loved her. I was only using her to grow this company. The vice president position of this company is yet to be filled. If you’re be my woman again, I’ll give it to you. Together, we can run this company. Together, we’ll be inseparable.” These were the words Daphne heard clearly from her soon-to-be husband. She had been stood up at the bridal shop only to watch her fiancé cradling another woman in his arms and professing his undying love for her. Devastated but strong-willed, she chose to move on but having the formidable heir, Marco King all over her wasn’t on her bingo card. Like they say, “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.”

What if your husband lived a double life and you are the fake wife?

I woke up to my husband celebrating our baby's death. He had poisoned me with abortion pills so he could marry Catherine Morrison-the rich woman he thinks is better than me and pregnant with what he thinks is his child.

I overheard him laughing; 'if she shows up somewhere demanding answers, I'll just say I've never seen her before in my life, Who are people going to believe? Me or some random girl from nowhere?'

David thought I had no evidence. He thought he had covered his tracks perfectly. He thought he was untouchable.

But when I'm done, he'll wish he never met me.

On our first wedding anniversary, I walked into my husband's office and found him having sex with my best friend.

He didn't even apologize. Instead, claiming he was disgusted that I hadn't produced an heir in a year of marriage, he threw divorce papers in my face.

Five years later, I returned to New York with my new husband—Cassian Vitiello, the Godfather of the North American underworld.

Vincent ran into me at the docks. He handed me a business card, offering me a job as a nanny for his mistress's son.

What he didn't know was that the woman he was mocking was now the Donna—the woman the entire East Coast underground feared.

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

She built a quiet life from the wreckage of a marriage that nearly swallowed her whole. A bakery. A hidden talent for art. And a son she loves more than breathing. At forty, Corinna Adler is composed, grounded, but devastatingly unsated, starved and untouched.

One night was supposed to fix that.

One anonymous night at Obscura, the city's most secretive underground club with a man whose hands knew things about her body she had forgotten were possible. Young, commanding, and patient. The kind of man Corinna would unfortunately, never forget.

Because the morning after, he re-introduces himself into her reality in a way she never sees coming.

She knelt in the pouring rain, pounding on my glass door, covered in mud, her voice hoarse from shouting. I stood inside, holding Lily's hand. She called my name, over and over, like calling a dead person. I lowered my head and said to Lily, "Come on, Daddy will take you to dinner." Then I turned and closed the door. From beginning to end, I didn't look at her once. Not because I still hated her. It was because she meant nothing to me anymore. And that woman didn't know—three years ago, when she threw me away like trash, I had already learned not to cling to trash.

Ethan and I were together for seven years.
But after he chose Annie, he treated me like a zombie that needed to be eliminated.
To save Annie, he threw me to a pack of zombie wolves. Her brother even shot me through the head.
Five years later, I woke up and joined three “crazy” people who had been abandoned by the survivor compound.
They treated me like family.
Then Ethan appeared. His attack killed my new family—and awakened the Zombie King’s power inside me.
He confessed his love while kneeling in a pool of blood.
Then Annie told me she was carrying his child.
That was when I finally understood:
There was nothing left in the human world worth staying for.

He was once the supreme commander who guarded the frontier for five long years.

When he finally returned home, he discovered a nightmare waiting for him.

His young daughter had been brutally tortured by the mafia, her blood nearly drained from her body.

His wife had suffered endless humiliation at the hands of a ruthless crime lord.

In her darkest moment, the little girl cried out in despair:

"Daddy, where are you? Please save me!"

The moment he heard her plea, his fury became unstoppable.

Alone, he stormed through the enemy's territory and wiped out the entire criminal syndicate.

When powerful families and elite assassin organizations joined forces to crush him, he sent only a single message.

Within hours, armies, mercenaries, and loyal allies from every corner of the world answered his call.

Those who dare harm his daughter will pay with their lives.

The king has returned.

And this time, there will be no mercy.

I used to be an ordinary person — until one day, my younger brother killed someone.
Everyone got down on their knees, begging me to save him. So I took his place and went to prison.
On the day I was released, my fiancée Teresa publicly broke off the engagement: "A convict like you doesn't deserve me!"
My adoptive parents disowned me on the spot and kicked me out: "You're a murderer. We don't care if you live or die!"
I agreed to everything right then and there.
But when they found out who I really was, they regretted it.

I am the leader of the world's largest mercenary group. After retiring, I went to work as a bodyguard at the home of the woman who saved my life.
I hid my identity, wanting only to protect the woman who had saved me — until one day, her family fell into crisis. Everyone came to bully her, take everything she had, and even force her out onto the streets.
I stopped hiding and stepped forward. Anyone who dares to harm her will pay the price!

Three years ago, I gave up everything and went to prison in my younger brother's place. After getting out, they humiliated me and even made me sleep in the storage room. Everyone mocked me as a murderer, called me trash. My fiancée's parents also looked down on me.
But they didn't know that during those three years in prison, with the help of a mysterious old man, I had already awakened as an alpha werewolf...

Are nice guys really the real monsters… or are monsters carved out of nice guys?

Detective Cassidy has spent three years hunting killers—studying them, outsmarting them and locking them away.

She thought nothing will surprise her anymore until her father dies and his final wish drags her back to the town she swore never to return to… and straight into the path of a serial killer known only as the Arbiter.

She believed it would be like any other case, a swift in and out. But the first crime scene leaves her shaken, the second steals her sleep and the third makes her realize—her target was a monster.

Worst case, her new neighbour was everything but a monster. That should have been a huge red flag for her to stay away from him but instead she found herself drawn to him.

What starts as suspicions and feels like safety begins to rot into something far more deadly.

But as the murder cases pile up and the killings grow more brutal. Cassidy is forced to either face the truth she's running from or let the lies she's living in destroy everything.

“Are you sure?” Nathan asks, his voice dropping lower as he leans in, closing the final inch between us.

His chest presses flush against mine. “You don't like being held in this position, Leah? You absolutely hate that I'm holding you in place right now?”

“Yes,” I choke out.

A slow smile spreads across his face, his gaze dropping briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes.

“Then let’s play a game.”

My pulse stumbles. “Game? What game?”

His eyes drift lower, toward my thighs. “If you’re not wet for me,” he murmurs, “I’ll let you go right now. I’ll never touch you, hold you, or even look at you again.”

A shiver runs through me. “And if I am?”

His smile darkens.

“And if you are, well… you'll just have to find out what happens then."

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Leah Elliot has spent years trying to build a stable life despite growing up an orphan.

Landing a job as personal assistant to billionaire CEO Nathan Harrington, feels like her big break—until she comes face-to-face with Dominic Harrington, her cheating college ex and Nathan’s son.

As if that isn’t complicated enough, after spilling iced coffee on him on her first day, she’s forced to work as a corporate liaison to help plan his wedding to a billionaire heiress whose family is tied to Harrington Group.

Leah knows she shouldn’t be falling for her boss, much less her ex’s father, but she can’t help it. The tension between them is undeniable, and Nathan doesn’t seem immune either.

Leah must juggle working for her hot boss 24/7 while staying ahead of Dominic’s schemes in the office. But little does she know, Dominic isn’t the only psychotic ex she has to worry about.

Allison is her first year of college when she is surprised to learn that her long-widowed mother is dating billionaire Malcolm Kent. Although she wants her mother to be happy, Allison mistrusts his intentions and is soon drawn into a web of intrigue as Malcolm enforces his unusual form of discipline on all those around him.

Olivia was brought to the Shadowcrest Pack by her adoptive mother, who along with her stepbrother, showered Olivia with love and care. However, she is far from being treated as a pack member. With the upcoming Pack Gathering, Olivia hoped to successfully transform and meet her mate, proving that she was not a "dirty half-breed" but a pureblood werewolf. Tragically, the only two people who care her, her adoptive mother and brother, were murdered before her eyes. Olivia vowed to seek vengeance.

Before the Pack Gathering could start, Ethan, the Alpha of the unaccredited and mysterious Mysticvale Pack, made a dramatic entrance with his followers. He, too, harbors unresolved secrets.

What dangers will Olivia encounter when she meets Ethan? How will their relationship evolve? Can Olivia achieve her revenge? Will Ethan be able to uncover the truth behind his father's death?

Mya Evans never believed in monsters, until the night she walked into a warehouse and met Dante Cardello.
Cold, violent and powerful, the mob boss doesn’t forgive theft. He punishes it. But instead of putting a bullet in her father’s skull, Dante names his terms. Marriage, obedience and an heir within a year.
Mya swears she’ll never want him, never love him, never surrender her fire. But Dante has no intention of letting his unwilling bride remain untouched. He’ll break her defiance and teach her that everything that belongs to him stays his.
Enemies to lovers, forced marriage, age gap and breeding kink.
In Dante’s world, vows aren’t whispered at an altar.
They’re written in blood.

"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.

His hand moved to my breast and squeezed it. Jolts of pain and pleasure shot through me and a cry escaped my lips.
"You're nothing but a psycho and I loath your existence," I spat out, in a venomous voice.
"Yet your body says otherwise." I could try to struggle even if he was stronger but I just stood there, letting him stain my body with his wicked hands.
His hand left my breasts and moved to my core and I gasped loudly, my eyes widening as sudden panic swept through me.
"You're so wet for me," he growled as his fingers rubbed roughly against my clit. I could barely breathe as he teased my core, my back arching against the wall behind me.
"You hate me yet you're dripping all over my fingers, you filthy whore."


Gina Rowe's rather uninteresting life as an ordinary human takes a dramatic turn after her 21st birthday when she is suddenly plunged into a supernatural world and discovers she possesses immense power capable of both tremendous good and catastrophic evil- and suddenly everyone is out to get her.
Kidnapped by Alpha Devyn Hayes, who happens to be her mate, Gina finds herself trapped with a ruthless, possessive, and controlling monster who would do anything to break her if she doesn't bend to his rules.
She is his most-priced possession and would kill anyone who dares touch her. Now she's stuck with an inevitable fate and a mate she loathes with passion as she bears the weighty responsibility of her destiny.
As obstacles and opposition stand in her way, Will Gina fulfill her destiny? Will she lead her fate down the right path? And will her hatred for Devyn transform into something unexpected – like love?

He owns my mouth. My body. My fucking soul. But I never said he could have my heart. Eli’s been chained before and it damn near killed him. So when he’s caught running through Blackthorn pack lands by Ronan Vale, the savage Alpha of a ruthless pack, he's horrified when the brute marks and claims him. But Ronan doesn’t just bite. He binds. With ropes, with rules, with a voice that makes Eli's knees go weak and a touch that turns resistance into hunger. The bond between them is feral. And Eli hates how much he wants it, how much he wants Ronan, even when he has him spread out and shaking, marked and owned, begging to be filled so he’ll stop feeling empty. Eli swore no one would ever own him again. Then came the Alpha whose bond feels like a brand and a promise all at once. He hates how much he wants it. Ronan’s voice. Ronan’s hands. Ronan’s brutal, worshipful need. This isn’t love, it’s obsession. And Eli is afraid that he's starting to like it.

She loved him in silence for years.
Tonight the Alpha would choose his Luna, and Haydee told herself she came only to watch. Then Cole Shade kissed another woman, and the mate bond snapped into place.
The whole pack heard her gasp.
Cole scented the truth and rejected her anyway, in front of everyone. "
A mistake of the Moon Goddess is still a mistake."

The rejection nearly killed her. Silvercrest's golden new Luna tried to finish the job, sending warriors into the dark to make sure Haydee never crossed the border alive.
She crossed it anyway.
And the wolf who caught her was the one creature Silvercrest had taught her to fear: Hunter Grear, the savage Alpha of Nightfall, the enemy whispered about since childhood.
Hunter doesn't want her gratitude. He wants to know why a banished orphan carries a crest the world believes it buried eighteen years ago. A black moon, split by silver fire. The Moonborn mark. Proof of who Haydee was always meant to be.
Now the man who threw her away wants her again, and the bond in her chest can't tell the difference between love and damage.
The Luna who tried to bury her is still hunting the truth. And the rival Alpha who should have killed her is the only one who has ever seen her as worth protecting. Cole rejected his fated mate. He's about to learn what that mate can do.
She was nobody. She was never nobody.


"Well, little moon,"
he said. His voice was low and unhurried, carrying easily across the ravine. "
Your mate threw away something priceless."
I stared at him.
I knew who he was. Nightfall's Alpha, savage, lawless, the enemy, a wolf you did not approach and did not trust and did not survive.
Hunter Grear.
I was alive because of him. I did not know what that cost yet.

Evelyn Reed gave up her rising career as a brilliant lawyer to marry Liam Vance, the charming heir of a powerful billionaire family. She believed love was enough. She believed loyalty meant something.

Then Liam asked for an open marriage.

He is having an affair with her friend Chloe—who is now pregnant. Amid this devastating reality, Evelyn makes a stunning discovery: she is also carrying Liam's child.

His cold betrayal shatters everything she built. Humiliated and heartbroken, Evelyn decides she will no longer be the quiet, obedient wife.

When she crosses paths with Alexander Davenport, Liam’s biggest rival, everything changes. Alexander is disciplined, dangerous, and impossibly focused. He sees Evelyn’s fire. He sees her brilliance. And when she proposes a deal that could ruin Liam, he agrees without hesitation.

Their risky partnership begins as strategy, but their growing closeness stirs feelings neither of them planned. And as old enemies rise and new secrets surface, Evelyn must face a choice…

Will she remain trapped in this humiliating arrangement, or risk losing her heart, her child, and her future to reclaim her power?

One reckless night. No names. No promises. Aviation executive Sienna Hartwell told herself there would be no consequences.
She arrives at her sister’s grand cathedral wedding, only to freeze when she locks eyes with the groom. The stranger she walked away from in a Heathrow hotel bed is Adrian Swift — billionaire airline magnate, and her sister’s fiancé. A ruthless hidden debt covenant leaves Sienna as the only person qualified to save her family’s crumbling aviation empire. With no other way out, she steps into her sister’s bridal place at the altar.
Minutes after saying "I do", Adrian leans in and murmurs against her ear: "Tonight, you're going to invite me in. You just haven't realized it yet."
Now Sienna is trapped inside a hastilydrafted marriage contract she never fully scrutinized, haunted by their explosive anonymous encounter, and tangled in a web of corporate sabotage she barely understands. Adrian Swift always seems three moves ahead, anticipating every choice she makes before she makes it.
Is she merely saving her family’s business or has she walked straight into a trap that was laid long before she ever set foot in that cathedral?

"Dad... stay with me. Please."
His hand found mine, holding it like he'd never be able to again.
"I always knew you'd come," he whispered. "You're... hers. Fae. Your mother... she wasn't human. She was from the other world. I never told you. I promised her I wouldn't. I was trying to protect you. But now... now you need to run."
Selene has spent her entire life as an outcast—a wolfless omega at the bottom of the Silver Claw Pack. Beaten, discarded, and treated like nothing, she stopped dreaming of freedom long ago. Until the night she ran. With no pack and nowhere to go, she crosses into Black Oak territory, where the wolves are brutal and their Alpha even more so.
Instead of death, Selene finds a chance—a chance to fight, survive, and become something more than the weak girl everyone saw. Two months after her eighteenth birthday, her wolf awakens. And in the dining hall, she locks eyes with the last person she ever expected: Alpha Black—feared, ruthless, untouchable and now, her mate.
Selene has spent too long fighting for herself to trust this bond. Belonging to the most powerful Alpha in the region doesn't guarantee safety. It might just mean giving someone the power to break her completely.

I grew up with traumatic mutism, and my husband Ronald despises that I am mute. He had prepared divorce papers right after our wedding.
He even slept with my cousin, then brought her to me and announced, "Missy is pregnant."
I decisively signed the divorce papers and left forever.
When I left, Ronald regretted it, offered me everything, and begged me to remarry him.
I replied icily, "The person I love was never you."
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No one can imagine what I went through on my wedding night.
My husband and I went from first love to marriage, but I was forced to lose my virginity to a completely anonymous man...
That night, my husband was next door, passionately making love with another woman all night long.
The next day, however, all he did was selfishly shift all the blame onto me and angrily accuse me of betraying him.
He never touched me afterwards and every day he brought a different lover to have sex in our bedroom, which was a punishment to me in his words.
I was tired of being forced to listen to the sound of their lovemaking, until one day, I met the man who took my virginity, and the passion was kindled again...
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Do you know what a truly hopeless life is like? I was born with a visual impairment, and my mother heartlessly abandoned me.
When I finally married Chris, the man I had secretly loved for ten years, my mother married me off to a seventy-year-old man instead.
Chris said in a wrathful voice, "I will make you pay fot this deception."
During our three years of marriage, I profoundly experienced the punishment Chris inflicted on me.
He made me endure humiliation and loneliness, forcing me to watch him be intimate with other women. Everyone laughed at me, trampling my dignity underfoot.
One day, Chris coldly said to me, "My real wife has returned. Let's get a divorce."
At the same time, I discovered I was pregnant…
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“Get out with your bastard son!”
Falsely accused by my husband's mistress, then imprisoned for three years by my wealthy husband himself, I returned home only to be cast out before the entire high society—he embraced his mistress while driving me and my son from our home.

"You will always be my wife—past, present, and future. I will win you back..." my ex-husband declared before the media, filled with remorse.

“Dream on! You belong to me!”
The mafia boss who had forcibly abducted me leaned close to my ear, whispering his vow.

They thought I was just a helpless blind wife. They couldn't have been more wrong.

After miraculously regaining my sight, the first thing I witnessed was my devoted husband entangled with his mistress. His “unwavering love” was nothing but lies—a scheme to steal my fortune.

Now it's my turn to take control. I'll gather every shred of evidence and leave him with nothing.

But when the city's most powerful and ruthless billionaire enters the picture, my revenge plan grows complicated. He knows my secret and offers a devilish deal: “Become my personal assistant to pay off your debts. And divorce your husband.”

That cheating husband thought my blindness made me weak. He's about to learn nothing is more dangerous than a wife who finally sees clearly—and holds a fortune in her hands.

I am my sister's poison taster, and my husband is her executioner.

My marriage was a transaction. My body, a laboratory to test drugs for the woman my billionaire husband truly loves. For years, I endured the agony, clinging to the hope that he might see me. But when the doctors said the poison had left me only three months to live, his response was to demand my last remaining kidney for her.

I died on that operating table, a final, unwilling sacrifice.

But death is not the end. I've been given a second chance, and this time, I will not be their victim. A new man stands with me now, and together, we will watch the world they built burn.

The question is, who will be left in the ashes?

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.

Kate Murphy was a strong independent woman. She learned discipline in the sands of Afghanistan. She went from the battleground as a marine to the streets of Boston, first as a street cop and then as a homicide detective. Her skills were recognized early and she made lieutenant, by hard work and a dedicated spirit.

She was a mentor for those who were her subordinates and an example for those she was responsible to. She learned to search for answers not always available and would never stop until she found those who were guilty. In addition to fighting crime she was also raising a teenage daughter and that may be an even harder job than being a detective.

She was an avid jogger and when the department discovered she had a stalker, they sent out a a squad car when she jogged, not for her protection but to protect the stalker from HER.

They killed me on my birthday—my sister and my lover. My final sin was even worse: I was the one who murdered my husband, the only man who ever truly loved me.

Death was my escape. But rebirth is my sentence.

I woke up on the night I betrayed him. This time, I won’t beg for a divorce. I’ll beg for his forgiveness. And then, I’ll use my knowledge of the future to destroy everyone who destroyed us.

This life isn’t a gift. It’s a war. And I will not lose.

Nobody sees me.

Not at the orphanage. Not at school. Not anywhere.

Then a letter comes. A magic academy. A world I never knew.

I think I'll finally belong. I don't.

Here, I'm still invisible. Except to him.

The monster they all fear.

They say his black magic kills. They lock him in towers. They run.

I don't.

When his power almost kills me, I see it: not evil. Just lonely. Like me.

Now my mother is lost. A forbidden library holds the truth. And someone wants us dead.

They say loving him is suicide.

I say I've been dead for seventeen years.

What's a little more?

That scumbag who turned into a jerk as soon as he had some money had been sneaking around with my stepsister behind my back. On our wedding night, no less, he was still carrying on with her! To make matters worse, my shameless stepsister drugged me, causing me to lose my long-preserved virginity to some stranger, and I even ended up pregnant with his child! And now, that traitorous bastard wants to divorce me so he can be with my despicable stepsister! Over my dead body!
Four years later, I returned to the country with triplets born abroad, armed with unparalleled medical skills and a burning desire for revenge against those who betrayed me. My ex-husband, that scumbag, begging for a second chance? Get lost!
But what’s the deal with this billionaire I accidentally saved? Not only does he look just like my kids, but he’s also shamelessly insisting on being their father!
The billionaire: "They are my children. Who else do you want them to call dad?"