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Fresh out of college, I thought I’d landed the perfect job—assistant to a powerful, gorgeous alpha CEO. As a beta, I was supposed to be the safe choice: no pheromonal drama, no tangled emotions, no blurred boundaries. But nothing about this job—or him—was ordinary.

Between back rubs, sleepless business trips, and intimate moments that crossed too many lines, I fell. Hard. Even knowing he’d never look twice at someone like me. Or so i thought.

Extract:
“I have been waiting to do that since the day you stepped foot into my office,” Brandon muttered against my lips, his voice low and rough.
My breath caught in my throat. I pulled back just enough to see his face. His hand was still at my neck, not gripping—just resting there, warm and steady like an anchor.
“Then why didn’t you?” I asked, voice shaking.
“Because I’m your boss,” he said, jaw tight. “Because it’s messy. It’s stupid. And because if I kissed you once, I wouldn’t stop.”

The first time Damiano Giovanni pointed a gun at my head, he threatened to kill me. The second time, he became my stepbrother.
One reckless night. One wrong door. One encounter I was never supposed to survive.

I only wanted to forget my mother's upcoming wedding. Instead, I stumbled into a private meeting between rival mafia factions and came face-to-face with the man they call Reaper—a ruthless capo whose name alone inspires fear.

I watched him kill without hesitation. And somehow, he let me live.

By morning, I discover the reason my life will never be the same again. The notorious Damiano Giovanni isn't just the dangerous stranger who spared me. He's my new stepbrother.

Living under the same roof as him should be simple: stay out of his way, ignore the dangerous attraction simmering between us, and never remind him of the secrets we share. But Damiano has never followed rules, not even his own.

The closer he gets, the harder it becomes to remember that men like him don't love. They possess.

And when enemies begin hunting me after stepping into his dangerous world, Damiano makes one thing terrifyingly clear:

I belong to him now. He'll burn cities to protect me. Start wars to keep me.

And if I try to run?

The Reaper will come for me.

Because in the mafia, some claims are forever.

And Damiano Giovanni has decided that I'm his.

After being betrayed by both her boyfriend and her own family, Elena drowns her heartbreak in a night at a bar—only to end up sharing a passionate night with the most dangerous man in the capital, Christian Forbes.

She believes it was nothing more than a one-night stand.

Until her family decides to sacrifice her for their own gain by forcing her into a marriage with an aging billionaire.

When a marriage contract is placed in front of her, Elena doesn't hesitate. Given the choice between becoming a pawn of the family that betrayed her and marrying a complete stranger, she chooses the stranger without a second thought.

But no one can explain why the man waiting for her at the altar is the very same man who took her innocence that unforgettable night...

Or why her ex-boyfriend looks at him with fear—and calls him "foster father."

Her:
My boyfriend forgot our anniversary.
Another girl sat on his lap.
I told myself he loved me.

Then his brother came home.
A soldier. Cold. Dangerous.
He saved me from a storm. From men who wanted to hurt me. From the dark.

Now I'm lying in a hospital bed, broken.
My boyfriend is nowhere.
But his brother is holding my hand, begging me to wake up.

Him:
She's my brother's girlfriend.
I tried to stay away.
But she's the girl I've loved since we were kids—even though she doesn't remember me.

I watched her almost die.
I don't care anymore.
Let my brother hate me.
She's mine.

“Be my wife.” His lips graze the shell of my ear as he murmurs.
I’m just one of thousands of homeless people in this city, I have no right to refuse.
My husband. My tormentor.

The most notorious man in the city offers me a job.
Act as his dead wife.
Adrian Volkov isn’t the type of person who takes no for an answer.
He commands with an iron fist and all his orders are met.
When he approaches me with the offer, I have two options.
Go to prison or put myself under his wrath.
I choose to have a roof over my head. What’s so hard about acting, right?
Wrong.
The moment I step into his wife’s shoes, everything spirals out of control.
My only way of survival is through Adrian.
Or is it?

The golden boy and the heir to the billion-dollar empire, Bash Hughes has been the love of Trinity’s life even if he’s a bully. He has everything the world can offer, but she’s only his best friend—nothing more, and it eventually ended badly. They went separate ways then.

Years later, their worlds collide, but they’re two different people—Trinity transforms into a gorgeous redhead. Well, Bash always has the looks, money, and now power.

What happened when their first glance reignites something hard to shake off? Is there still a friendship to catch up, or do they want something more?

James Brooke owner of Brooks and Co. company limited goes bankrupt.

In desperation, he accepts the offer of a merger with rock industries.

He thinks the merger is a simple one until he meets Missus rock and she tells him that's in order to save his company he must guarantee the rock family that Brooks and Co.

Mining Company Will be under their full control and that is by engaging his daughter, heiress to his company to her eldest son Jonathan rock.

Wealthy, Cold And well known for his indifferent behavior, CEO Jonathan rock is the man.

James Brooke signs the contract selling his young 20 year old daughter, Kayla, in exchange for money and for his bankruptcy scraped from the books.

"You're in deep shit. You slept with your sister?" Marcus hissed.
"Get the fuck out of here. How was I supposed to know? I'd never met my so-called lost stepsister... but Marcus, I can't let go of what I shared with her that night. No matter how much I try, I can't."
Ten years ago, Fiona vanished—walking away from her billionaire father, his new wife, and the stepbrother she refused to meet. She built a new life, married a man she trusted, and created a company from nothing.
Until the night she walked in on her husband and her best friend in bed together.
Devastated, she ran into the arms of a stranger. One reckless kiss became a night of forbidden passion she thought would stay buried in the dark.
She never expected to see him again. She definitely didn't expect him to be Rafael Velmera—her powerful new boss... and the stepbrother she never met.
Now, secrets, lies, and an irresistible desire threaten to unravel everything. Because Fiona is hiding more than her name—she's hiding a child. And the truth will change both of their lives forever.
What if the man she's forbidden to love is the only one who has ever truly been hers?

Going home was supposed to be simple.

For Anna, it meant summer nights by the lake, her mother's cooking, and slipping back into the life she left behind. Most of all, it meant Carly, her best friend, her constant, her home.

And Chris.

Carly's boyfriend. Off-limits. Untouchable.

Or at least... he should have been.

Because the moment Anna steps back into Millbrook, something feels wrong. The town is quieter. The air feels heavier. And Chris? He isn't the same boy she remembers.

He's colder. Stronger. Dangerous in a way that makes her heart race and her instincts scream.

Then come the dreams.

Running through moonlit fields. A voice calling her name. A presence she can't escape... or resist.

And when the truth finally surfaces, it shatters everything Anna thought she knew.

Chris isn't just her best friend's boyfriend.

He's an Alpha.

And somehow... impossibly...

He's her mate.

Torn between loyalty and a bond she can't break, Anna must decide, walk away and protect the only family she's ever known

Or surrender to the Alpha who was never meant to be hers.

Because in a town full of secrets, some fates are more dangerous than others... and loving him might cost her everything.

Before I could stop him, Damon pushed my legs apart and shoved his cock inside me. A loud moan escaped my lips and I grabbed his hips to push him farther inside me.

My whole body shook.

“But I belong to your brother,” I whispered, trembling, “I can't…”

He silenced me with a growl against my lips. “I don’t care!” he snapped, his voice sending shivers down my spine. “Tonight… you’re mine!”

Anna was just a maid.
She was invisible, overlooked, and mistreated by her wicked stepmother… until the night everything changed.
No one knew that she was Prince Elijah’s secret mate. No one knew about their stolen kisses and forbidden nights hidden from the world. When the night of the coronation arrived—the night the Alpha King would choose his Luna—Anna dreamed of being crowned by Prince Elijah, finally free from her stepmother’s cruelty.
But fate had other plans.
The man she had given herself to in a one-night mistake—the fire she couldn’t resist—returned. And he wasn’t just temptation…
He was her mate’s brother.

Disguised as a boy. Hunted as a mate. Trained to be an Alpha.
Ari never wanted to be anyone’s Lunaespecially not to Alpha Malrick, the ruthless Alpha she was being forced to marry. To escape her fate she changes her identity.
She cuts her hair, masks her scent, and joins the all-male Alpha Training Academy, where strength reigns and weakness is punished.
But something else is waiting for her. Her dorm mate Kai Thorn the arrogant, cocky, and devastatingly attractive heir to the Shadowfang Pack is her mate.
The mate bond starts burning between them… and he has no idea she’s a girl.
When her secret is exposed, Arden must fight for more than freedom. The academy turns on her. Malrick wants revenge. And Kai? He’ll risk everything to keep her safeeven if it means going against everything he stands for.

On the night of her nineteenth birthday, Melissa Taylor’s perfect world shatters.

Her secret boyfriend, Jordan—the one who promised to claim her in front of everyone—betrays her in the worst way possible: in her own house, with her best friend of many years.

Heartbroken and humiliated, Melissa stumbles out of the party and into the arms of Jason, the notorious hockey captain everyone whispers about. His unexpected care leaves her vulnerable, and in the heat of the moment, she gives him the one thing she had been saving for Jordan—her virginity.

But Melissa’s nightmare is far from over. The next morning, she discovers that both Jordan and Jason are her new stepbrothers. And when the truth comes out—that Jordan was drugged and never meant to hurt her—Melissa is torn between two brothers bound by blood, rivalry, and her heart.

Living under the same roof with the irresistible hockey stepbrothers, Melissa must face the hardest choice of her life:
Will she run back to Jordan, the boy she loved first, or will she surrender to Jason, the man who stole her heart in one reckless night?

They took everything from her and thought she'd bow down. But in a marriage of convenience with a mysterious librarian/Billionaire, Ava is about to reclaim her life, one shocking revelation at a time.
A forced marriage to a man she barely knows is the last thing Ava Patel wanted. But when her family leaves her no choice, she finds herself tied to Liam—a man whose gentle care makes her feel things she never expected.
As his kindness and affection pull her in, Ava discovers that her husband is living under a false identity, concealing secrets that could shatter everything she believes.
Why would a billionaire hide his true self? And what secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart just as Ava starts to fall?

Linda Parks is a servant girl who makes one desperate choice that changes everything. When her mother is diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and needs half a million dollars in emergency surgery, Linda agrees to the unthinkable: spend one night pretending to be her employer's daughter, Nikki Jenkins, with the powerful and commanding Charles Kane.
One night. One lie. One decision she can never take back.
But nothing goes as planned. Charles is sharper than expected, the connection between them is undeniably real, and the secret Linda carries grows heavier with every passing day, especially when Charles becomes her university professor and then Nikki's fiancee.
Trapped between blackmail and love, truth and survival, Linda is forced deeper into a web of deception she never wanted. And when the lies finally unravel, they reveal something no one saw coming: Linda and Nikki are twin sisters, separated at birth, raised in different worlds, and now fighting over the same man, the same family, and the same future.
Some secrets destroy everything they touch. Others set you free.

"I’ll give you my body." The words tasted like poison, but I had no choice.

I stood on the ledge of the window, trembling in my slip, the shredded remains of my gold wedding dress lying on the floor behind me. I had just escaped a forced marriage to a man I loathed, only to land straight into the territory of the devil himself.

Luciano Rocco. My childhood enemy. The man who wanted my family dead.

He looked at me with those cold, predator eyes, his hands in his pockets, unbothered by my desperation. "I’m not interested in your body, Valeria," he whispered, leaning closer until his breath ghosted against my ear. "I’m interested in making your life a living hell."

He didn't want sex. He wanted my soul. He wanted to use me to destroy my father. And I let him. I signed the contract.

183 days. That was the deal. I would be his fake fiancée to save myself from my father's wrath. But I didn't expect him to drag me back to the wedding hall, gun in hand, and kiss me in front of everyone just to prove a point.

"As of this moment, you are dead to me," my father spat.

Now I’m trapped in Luciano’s mansion, wearing his mother’s ring. He watches my every move. He taunts me. But when an assassin tried to kill him in my bedroom, I took the bullet for him. Why? Why did I save the monster who swore to break me?

And now, he’s sent my father a gift. A box containing the assassin’s severed head.

"You’re mine, Valeria," he told me, his eyes dark with a promise of violence. "You are not permitted to die until I say so."

I thought I was playing a game of survival, but I fear I’ve just walked willingly into a trap I can never escape.

Noah Calloway has spent his entire life cleaning up Ethan Sterling's messes.
Best friends since childhood and heirs to two billionaire empires, Noah and Ethan have always been inseparable. Ethan is reckless, charming, and impossible to control, while Noah is the only person who can drag him out of trouble.
Everyone assumes there must be something more between them.
Everyone is wrong.
Because the one person Noah can't stop thinking about is Ethan's older brother.
Elliot Sterling is calm, powerful, disciplined, and everything Noah shouldn't want. Their families have been intertwined for decades, and both men carry the weight of billion-dollar empires. Falling in love could cost them more than their reputations.
Then tragedy turns Noah's life upside down, forcing him into a world of grief, ruthless business, and responsibilities he was never prepared for. Through it all, Elliot is the one person who refuses to leave his side.
Soon, stolen glances become secret meetings, and secret meetings become a love neither man can walk away from.
But secrets have consequences.
Especially when the person everyone believes Noah belongs to realizes Noah was never his to lose.
And he isn't willing to let him go.

inherited my grandmother’s charming little inn in the English countryside, expecting a quiet life far away from everyone.
Instead, I discovered six ghosts living inside it.
They cook my breakfast, rearrange the furniture, scare my guests—and apparently have decided that finding me a husband is their new favorite hobby.
Then Caspian Thorne checks in.
He’s handsome, mysterious, and far too comfortable around the dead.
Because unlike every other living guest, Caspian can see my ghosts too.
The ghosts adore him.
Unfortunately, so do I.
But Caspian didn’t come to my inn by accident. He’s searching for a secret my grandmother took to her grave—a secret connected to the six spirits who have been trapped here for decades.
Just when I begin to wonder if the mysterious necromancer might be the one person I can trust, one of my ghosts disappears.
No farewell.
No trace.
Not even Caspian can find her.
And suddenly, I’m beginning to wonder if the ghosts were never trapped in my inn…
Maybe they were being protected here.

Dona McNair thought her biggest problem was figuring out how to talk to August (Augie) Reynolds, the dreamy new hockey captain she’s been crushing on from a distance. But that all changes the day she finds out he’s her stepbrother. Now trapped in a tangled family mess with a boy who barely looks her way, Dona’s quiet life suddenly feels like a crazy soap opera.

Augie has a lot of secrets, and so does his father. The more Dona learns, the deeper she falls for him and for the truth. Between rivalries on the ice, forbidden romance and a criminal past that won’t stay buried, Dona and Augie are forced to choose: walk away or fight side by side. Forbidden love was never part of the plan, but neither was falling for your stepbrother, while exposing his father’s crimes.

"You're my brother's biggest rival."

Turner smirked. "And?"

"And Liam would literally kill us."

"Then it's a good thing we're not actually dating."

Ezra Beckley only agrees to fake date hockey captain Turner Fisher to save himself from a campus-wide rumor disaster. The arrangement is simple: pretend to be boyfriends for three months, fix their reputations, and walk away.

No kissing.

No feelings.

And absolutely no telling Liam Beckley—Ezra's overprotective older brother and Turner's biggest rival. The plan should have been easy, till Turner starts looking at him like he's something worth choosing.

And suddenly, the fake relationship feels dangerously real.

Getting dumped by my boyfriend was humiliating. Falling for his uncle? That
might just ruin us all.
I spent two years loving Jamiel Vaughn.
Preston Academy’s hockey star. Everyone’s golden boy. And the boyfriend I
thought I’d spend far more than one winter with.
Then he dumped me with a text while I stood on the ice waiting for him.
We’re over.
That was it.
No explanation. No goodbye. Just two words that shattered everything I thought I
knew about us.
But Jamiel wasn’t the Vaughn who showed up for me that night.
His uncle was.
Calix Vaughn is older, dangerously attractive, completely off-limits—and the last
man I should be anywhere near after getting my heart broken by his nephew.
There’s just one tiny problem.
Calix wanted me first.
Before Jamiel. Before the relationship. Before two years passed with both of us
pretending there had never been something between us.
Jamiel may have been the one who got me first.
But now he’s thrown me away.
And Calix?
He’s done watching his nephew have the woman he wanted all along.

“You are to marry the king, Rinoa.” Those words from my father changed my life.

Cillian was my world — the reason my sun set and the flowers bloomed. But our twisted fate was cruel and unfair.

On the verge of his death, I asked the Gods to trade places with him, to let me die in his stead.
I’m cursed to meet Cillian in every lifetime. In the last one, if he doesn’t remember me, I’ll turn into foam — fading away, forgotten, gone.

In my final life, he was my boss — arrogant, ruthless, and cold. But this time, I’m no longer the woman he once deserved.
I plan to live my life away from the chains of our forgotten love.
But fate is never kind. He needs me more than ever.

Should I risk it all again just to call him mine?
Should I set myself on fire only to feel his warmth?

Time was never my ally.
And I stand at the edge — torn between loving him again or finally being free.

Can our love endure the viciousness of history and time?
I have to choose… even if it means losing it all, or finally letting him go.

In her previous life, Emily Charles has endured the betrayal of her husband, the manipulative works of his evil adoptive sister and the harsh treatment of her in-laws. Everything warrants her family bankruptcy and her ultimately death.

Now re-given a second chance in life, Emily sworn to deal with those who wronged her and planned to see her enemies begging for mercy on their knees, but just as she continued with her plans, unknown to her, she captured the heart of unattainable man from her past who suddenly set his sight on her.

“You're such a wild fire, and I wondered why you ignored me before” he said in a low alluring voice that stirred up something strange in her.

“But this time, I must capture your heart whether you like it or not”

"Mr. Geal, we can't… please." Her voice trembled as his fingers traced her jaw and brushed against her lips.
Her breath came in short gasps as she whispered, "Please, you're betrothed."
His hands slid to her neck, his voice a dark growl. "It doesn't matter. You're mine anyway."
Before she could speak, his mouth claimed hers, sealing a truth neither of them could escape.
Olivia Macurry's only dream was to escape the stage lights and start over.
No more stripping. No more selling herself to survive. Just a normal job, a normal life.
But fate had other plans.
One night, a stranger offered fifteen thousand dollars for her time. She agreed—then ran before the night was over.
Now, that same man is her new boss.
Leonardo Geal. Cold. Powerful. Addictive. The man she tried to forget, but who never stopped thinking about her.
What began as obsession soon twisted into something darker.
Attraction became possession.
Possession became madness.
He's engaged to another, yet he can't stay away.
Lies, secrets, and betrayal push them to the edge, until desire becomes their most dangerous weapon.
Leonardo thrives in chaos. And even though he's betrothed, he belongs to her— Body, mind, and soul.

I was supposed to be the best man, but when the bride ran away, I was forced to walk down the aisle and marry the arrogant billionaire I despised the most.

The hall was breathtaking. White lilies, crystal chandeliers, and rows of expectant faces waiting for my sister. Instead, they got me. I walked down the aisle with a single flower, a smug grin on my face hiding the absolute panic tearing through my chest.

At the altar stood Rowan Hale. Always perfect. Always in control. Except right now, his hands were clenched into fists so tight his knuckles were white. He was furious.

By the time I reached him, his patience had evaporated. He grabbed my hand in a bone-crushing grip that almost made me swear in front of the priest.

"You sure took your time crawling up here," Rowan whispered, his voice low and dangerous. "Who do you think you are to keep me waiting?"

I managed a sickeningly bright smile. "I didn't know you were this eager to marry me."

I thought he would punch me. I wanted him to. We had been rivals for years, hating each other's guts in the entertainment industry. But instead, his cool mask fell back into place. He slid the heavy wedding band onto my finger, his thumb deliberately pressing into my skin.

"Smile," Rowan whispered against my ear, his breath hot and sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "Don't want anyone to think you're doing this against your will."

"That wouldn't be further from the truth," I retorted, trying to pull away.

But Rowan’s hand curled completely around my waist, his grip possessive and unyielding. "You will do as you're told, husband."

I thought this fake marriage was just a business deal. I thought we would divorce in a year. But when he dragged me into the hotel penthouse that night and locked the door behind us... I realized Rowan Hale had no intention of ever letting me go.

When hot-headed rogue Alpha: Reid Hades gets accepted into Northlands Crest University, Lyra Durin, the Vice Chancellor’s daughter, is far from thrilled.

Not just because he once coldly rejected her on the same night she failed to shift, but because he’s now living under her family’s roof.

When Lyra’s world shatters after catching her chosen mate in bed with her foster sister, she tries to punish the two betrayers using a revenge spell. But that spell backfires, restoring her mate bond with Reid instead. The only way out? Their hatred for each other has to overpower the strength of the bond.

The only question is… do they truly hate each other like they claim to do? Or is it all a facade?

A good girl like Lyra has no business getting involved with a bad boy like Reid, especially one with a past as dark as his. Reid is cursed and banished from his pack by his father, after murdering his own mother and attempting to kill his father’s second Luna again.

But secrets don’t stay buried for long, and the harder Lyra tries to hate him, the closer fate pulls them together.

He’s the last guy she should ever fall for.

She’s the only girl he can’t stay away from.

And in a house full of lies, rules, and deceit, love becomes the most dangerous rebellion of all.

How much of Reid’s darkness can Lyra handle before it finally consumes her? Can they really spare themselves from each other before the bond turns permanent?

My name is Emma. I used to be an interior designer with my own studio. To support my husband’s startup, I shut it all down, stepping into the shadows to become a full-time housewife.

On my birthday—our third wedding anniversary—he slammed divorce papers on the table.

He told me he had fallen in love with someone else: his subordinate, the woman who had been a constant fixture in our home lately.

But there was one crucial detail he missed.

She never joined his company for him.

She was my junior in college, the most fiercely loyal admirer of my design work. She didn't take that job or frequent our house because she was enamored with him. She did it to track me down, desperate to ask if I would ever design again.

And that man? Right up until the ink dried on those divorce papers, he smugly believed he was just dumping a mediocre, chore-bound wife.

He had no idea that the moment I picked up my drawing pen again, the housewife he looked down on would become a business rival entirely out of his league.

At the Falcone estate's riding ring, I watched my eight-year-old son Leo mount Starlight, preparing for the most important performance of his young life.
Before the third obstacle, the horse spooked. The instant Leo was thrown, I rushed forward to shield him—the cost was three shattered ribs and a kicked left lung.
When I woke from unconsciousness, I found myself in Dante's private clinic downstairs. From the adjacent room came the doctor's angry voice: "We agreed this was just a marrow extraction. Why did you set up what happened with the horse?"
My husband Dante Falcone's response made my blood run cold: "Leo was Mia's donor. Now that the procedure is complete, there's no point in continuing treatment. Mia is the real heir."
Eight years of marriage. I'd always believed that beneath Dante's cold exterior, Leo was still a son he treasured.
Only now did I understand—from the moment of his birth, Leo had been nothing more than a living donor prepared for his stepsister Mia.
The cruelest irony? Mia, the girl Dante loved so deeply, wasn't even his biological daughter.

Everyone knew my twin sister wouldn't live past eighteen. So they gave her all the love, leaving me to survive in the shadows.
When I suffered a asthma attack on our birthday, my mother locked me in the basement.
"Stop faking it. Don't ruin your sister's last birthday," my mother hissed.
She thought I was throwing a tantrum for attention.
She was wrong.
I died on the cold concrete floor while they sang Happy Birthday upstairs.
Now, I am just a ghost floating in our living room. I watch my parents complain about my selfishness. I watch them make empty promises to treat me better tomorrow.
They don't know there is no tomorrow for me...

My name is Dafu, I am a dog, and I can smell death.

Sweet, cloying spores and a metallic, fishy stench seeped in through the cracks in the door.
The owner's friend was crying and calling for help outside the door , but all I could hear from my nostrils was the gurgling of mucus and the rustling of fungal hyphae climbing—
The person outside had no heartbeat.

The owner ultimately decided to open the door and rescue the person .
no!

I bit his hand tightly , my eyes pleading desperately—
Master, trust me !
That thing outside the door! It's not a person at all!

The first time I met my best friend's older brother, he kissed me in a dark kitchen and scared me half to death.
Mia Cross and I had been inseparable since freshman orientation. I knew her coffee order, her worst ex's middle name, and exactly how long she could study before she started sending me videos of baby goats. I also knew she had an older brother, Adrian, but for almost three years he had existed only as a family legend.
He managed a major division of the Cross family's investment firm, spent most of his time overseas, and was apparently terrifying enough that Mia lowered her voice whenever she complained about him.
"He's coming home for good," she told me one Friday night as we sprawled across her bed. "Mom says he finally moved the last of his projects back."
"The tyrant returns."
"Exactly. Just a heads-up: don't poke the bear."

Six months after our bonding ceremony, I was ambushed by rogue wolves while searching for rare herbs in the Black Forest.
Their poisoned claws shredded my abdomen—and with it, any chance of ever carrying pups.
But my mate held my hand and wept. My mother swore she'd save me. My father said everything would be fine.
How pathetic—
Right before they wheeled me into surgery, I heard them through a cracked door, calmly discussing how to harvest my heart for the adopted sister who'd been waiting six months.
Turns out the "accident" was a gift from my loving family of four.
Turns out the last six months of "coming home" was just them fattening up my heart for harvest.
What they don't know? The voice memo on my phone caught everything.
What they really don't know? Six months from now, I'm coming back—
With a Dark Moon Alliance badge. And a heart much colder than the one they stole.
Shh. Listen.
That stolen heart? It's starting to reject.

In my previous life, I gave the SS-class Furnace Fortress to my sister, and she turned around and stabbed me in the back.
After being reborn, she wanted to take my forest . I smiled and said, "Fine, it's all yours."
This time, I chose the SS-class Forge Fortress.
And I want her to die crying in the yellow sand.

The first time the system appeared, I thought it was a scam.
One wish per day, it said. Anything I wanted.
So I tested it with a hundred dollars.
That night, my mother handed me one bill. Then she smiled and told me she had bought my stepsister Mia a jacket worth two hundred.
That was when fifteen years of “coincidences” turned into math.
Every wish I had ever made came true.
And every time, Mia got double.
Toys. Shoes. Rooms. Phones. Love.
For years, I thought I was the daughter who was harder to love.
Then I realized the universe had been listening to me all along.
And for the first time, I wondered what would happen if I wished for something cruel.

Labeled a timid failure unfit for the stage, Maya is publicly humiliated and mocked by debate club vice president Blair. To save her, her best friend Chloe lies that ordinary vitamin C is a calming pill. Empowered by false confidence, Maya overcomes her fears and dominates the school debate finals with sharp logic. When the truth comes out, everyone realizes her stunning victory stems not from drugs, but from her own hidden talent and courage.

Seven years ago, Ronan Blackwood—Alpha of the Beastman Clan—endured 999 lashes and defied the Council's exile to bond with me, a human.

He swore before the gods I'd be his only mate, forever.

But when his childhood sweetheart Camilla was diagnosed with terminal cancer, he dissolved our soul-bond at the Underground Court.

Then he handed me a glowing vial—the Seven-Day Oblivion.

"Sia, I need seven days to give Camilla a proper bonding ceremony before she dies. This potion will make you forget me temporarily. No pain, no memories. After the ceremony, you'll take the antidote and love me again. Then we'll re-bond."

He promised this separation was temporary. That I'd still be his only true mate.

What he didn't know: the potion was forbidden. There was no antidote.

I stared into those amber eyes that once bled for me—and swallowed it anyway.

In seven days, I'll forget him completely.

The day the promotion list went public, a photo popped up in the company's all-staff Slack channel.
In the photo, my profile nearly overlapped with a scantily dressed girl, the background a dimly lit Manhattan nightclub.
Immediately after, Brad added a caption:
[No wonder Harper landed Richard's M&A deal. Last night's 'overtime' must have been rough, huh?]
Less than ten seconds after he sent it, the message still hung there in the channel. No retraction.
The chat that had just been flooding with "congrats Harper" messages went dead silent.
In my past life, my head buzzed. I thought no one would take such a cheap joke seriously.
But within two days, the company's internal anonymous forum exploded with accusations, complete with photos and "proof."
They said I slept with clients to win the merger deal. That I secured my full-time offer by sleeping my way up. That my personal life was a mess, that I was trash.
My mother collapsed from a heart attack when she heard. She never woke up.
Later, my promotion was revoked. HR suspended me for "damaging company reputation."
I was slut-shamed, radioactive across the entire finance industry — no firm on the Street would touch me.
Within a month, I spiraled from depression to sleepless nights, and finally jumped from the rooftop of my Brooklyn apartment.
Before I lost consciousness, my phone was still buzzing.
"Did they fire her yet? People like that don't belong on Wall Street."
When I opened my eyes again, I was staring at the blinking Slack messages on my screen.

In order to raise the surgical fees for my "blind" boyfriend, I dedicated three entire years to scrubbing toilets.

I believed I was his eyes, the sole beacon of light in his world of darkness.

Until his birthday arrived, I was confronted with the sight of that "incapable" man—who required my assistance even to drink water—coddling his ex-girlfriend while flirting.

"That fool is still busy cleaning toilets," he chuckled with a patronizing grin, brandishing my late mother's memento to charm that woman. "After all, she outshone you at Parsons. Let her serve me like a dog for three years—that'll be her punishment."

It dawned on me that my sacrifices were but fodder for their idle amusement.

Drying my tears, I turned and dialed the number I had blocked for three years—the one belonging to the fiancé who controlled an entire business empire.

"Sebastian, about that arranged marriage... I accept."

My pack's golden girl—my adopted sister—vanished. On my eighteenth birthday—the day my wolf should have awakened—my parents dragged me to a witch.
"Show us what you did to her."
Fine. Let them look.
Let them see who drugged me the day I came home. Who stole credit while I bled. Who smiled while planning my destruction.
They chose their precious Rosalie over me for three years.
They wanted the truth?
They were about to choke on it.

To buy the sky-high-price cake for my blind piano prodigy girlfriend, I swallowed my pride and scrubbed toilets for three months.
But returning home early with the cake, I found her, who was supposed to be groping in the dark, entangled with her rich ex-boyfriend.
Her eyes were clear, and her face was full of sneering mockery: "Isn't letting this design genius serve me like a dog for three years the perfect punishment for him always outshining you?"
I stood in the chilly wind outside the door. So, the deep affection and despair of these three years were all just an act she put on to please her ex.
Calmly, I threw the cake box into the trash. I pulled out my phone and sent a text to the number I had blocked for three years:
"Cecilia, I accept your marriage proposal."

The boy I grew up with was this town's star quarterback.

Everyone saw him as the golden boy.

Yet, for a delinquent, he willingly threw away his athletic career and plunged headfirst into the local drug ring.

Desperate to pull him back from the edge, I tipped off the police about the drug den, hoping it would be his wake-up call.

Instead, he hated me to the bone for it.

To prove his loyalty to his "true love"—and to punish me—he gave our home security code to a crew of methed-up thugs.

They broke in and put a bullet through my parents' heads, wiping out my entire family.

It wasn't until I took a bullet to the chest and lay choking on my own blood, staring at a mocking text from him, that I finally woke up.

But fate, it turns out, decided to give me a second chance.

I loved Damien for ten years. Ten years, right up until the moment he took the heart that was supposed to save our daughter and gave it to someone else's child.

Lily was only seven. She was terrified of the dark, terrified of pain. She never got that heart. She just faded, right there in that hospital bed.

And Damien was down the hall, celebrating someone else's miracle.

He had no idea what I was holding when he finally came home. He had no idea my stomach cancer had already hit the final stage.

There was nothing left in this world worth staying for.

So this time, I didn't yell. I didn't cry.

I just slid the divorce papers across the table.

He thought I was bluffing.

But this time, I had nothing left to lose.

"Camille! Get over here!" my husband Arthur screamed, clutching his mistress tightly in his arms.
In my past life, he charged into the flames to save her—while I burned alive trying to save him.
The moment I died, he wasted no time using my life insurance money to throw her the wedding of the century, right at my family's winery.
This life?
"I'm going to get help," I said, and walked away.
Behind me, something massive came crashing down. His scream tore through the smoke.
I didn't look back.

The smell of antiseptic, the sharp sting of restraints biting into my flesh, and the pitying look on Silas's face as he stood by my hospital bed.
"Maeve, you're so sick. The baby is just a hallucination."
In my last life, consumed by despair and self-doubt, I threw myself off the roof of the psychiatric hospital.
But now, my eyes snapped open, my hands instinctively flying to protect my stomach.
My baby is still here!
I'm back—exactly one week before my child disappeared.

The winter I was eight, I found my own face in a trash can.
It was on a missing-child flyer. The girl on it had been gone five years. She had a birthmark on the back of her neck.
So did I.
There was a reward. A number with a long row of zeros. I didn't want it.
I was cold. I hadn't eaten since yesterday.
I just wanted a mom.
So that night, with a stranger's coins, I called the number at the bottom.
A woman answered on the first ring and screamed a name at me like it was mine.
She got to say it three times.
Then a hand came out of the dark behind me and hung up the phone for me.

On our wedding night, my husband wanted to play a game.
Trade secrets. The kind that could destroy you if they ever got out.
He went first.
"I hurt a girl once. At a ski lodge. She shouldn't have been in that room. But she was."
He said it like a parking ticket. Then he took a sip of whiskey and moved on.
My turn.
"I killed someone," I said. "Do you believe me?"
He laughed. He thought I was joking.
He really shouldn't have kissed me after that.

In my past life, I was pregnant and met a gruesome end, torn apart by the mad dog my cop husband kept, taking both my life and my baby's.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I discovered I was pregnant.
My seemingly perfect husband, the epitome of a good man, smiled as he brought me muffins laced with rat poison. My seemingly kind in-laws watched me intently, eager for me to swallow the deadly treat...
That's when it hit me: the perfect marriage I thought I had was actually a family conspiracy for murder!
This time, I refuse to be the lamb led to slaughter. If you want my life and my child's, then you'll all be begging for mercy in hell!

I have been the Donna of the Smith family for nine years-all in name. I took my deceased twin sister Lily's place, caring for her daughter Emma, and living with a husband, David, who doesn't love me.

Over these nine years, I treated Emma like my own daughter, but she always saw me as the murderer who killed her mother, not knowing that it was her mother who took my marriage and my husband.

She shoved me publicly, calling me a murderer, even using the gun I gave her to shoot my only solace—a little bird.

But David, the man I loved, also favors Lily and her child. Every time he looks at me, it's with coldness and distance.

Warning ###This story contains explicit sexual content, coarse language, and potentially provocative scenes. Viewer discretion is advised.###
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Judy’s response? “I’d rather sleep with your father-in-law than ever be with you!”
Gavin is known for his power, wealth, and being the ultimate playboy who never sleeps with the same woman twice.
But Judy’s about to break all his rules… again and again.

Fay is a psychologist and her patient is the most ruthless mafia king. He's in jail.
And he's the father of Fay's ex ?!
One day, he caged Fay against bars and unbuttoned her shirt
Fay tried to push him away but she was wet.
Him："You know, doc. I wanted to do this the first day we met."