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For three years I played the perfect fiancée to the most dangerous Alpha in the city.
I walked on tiptoe because he hated noise. I taught myself to cook meat the way wolves like it. I messaged him every night he didn't come home, and most nights he didn't.
I did it because the Sacred Spring said I was his fated mate, and a human with no magic doesn't survive here without one.
Then the Temple sent me a notice. The old reading was an error. Our true match rating is zero. The bond is void as of today, and they wish me all the best.
Honestly? I was relieved. I dumped his dinner in the trash, dragged my suitcase out from under the bed, and wrote him an IOU for three years of rent.
Then Kael came home early.
He looked at the empty plate. He looked at the suitcase. And the coldest Alpha in the city stepped into the doorway so I couldn't get past him.
"Who told you our match rating was zero?"
"And who told you that you were free to walk out on me?"

In my last life, my mother-in-law locked me in the attic, and my wife openly cheated on me with the neighbor. Even when I was dying of terminal cancer, they bled me dry until my very last breath! Now that I've been reborn, the extreme-heat apocalypse is just around the corner. In this life, I'm living for myself. I spend every last cent of my savings stockpiling three years' worth of supplies and building a heat-proof survival villa! Now I can sit back and watch my mother-in-law's family struggle to survive in the deadly heat. Beg on their knees for my forgiveness? No! I will never forgive them!

All I wanted was a quiet place to live. I drained my savings and paid eighty thousand extra for the one unit on the row with a private backyard.
On my very first day, I found my neighbor's son beating my new hydrangeas with a stick while his mother stood there filming him and laughing.
Bianca says the yard belongs to everybody. Her husband is vice president of the HOA board, so around here, whatever he says is the law.
I showed them my deed. I called the police. I sent a certified letter. Every single time the answer came back the same. This is a civil matter, ma'am. Maybe try being a better neighbor.
Then her son put a rock through my living room window, and the HOA fined me two hundred and fifty dollars for putting a lock on my own gate.
Fine. They want that gate open? It stays open.
I just made one phone call. A truck is already on its way.

On my birthday, I was dragged up to the attic and assaulted by several men.
I called my parents, brother, and boyfriend for help, but they all thought I was seeking attention and ruining my sister Sophie's celebration.
"Mia, stop it. We're busy preparing for Sophie's party. If you want attention, find another way."
This was the hundredth time they'd let me down.
But there won't be a hundred and first.
Because I'm already dead.

The day before spring break, Cole Bennett asks me, red in the face, if he can borrow my empty place up in the hills for one night.

I figure he's planning a birthday party for me, so I don't think twice about handing over the code to the estate.

I've already decided that night is when I'll tell him who I really am.

Eight o'clock on my birthday, I push open the brass doors of the estate, worth millions by themselves.

Music blasts through the great room. The place is packed with people from school, all of them craning their necks, gushing about how gorgeous the house is.

I hold back a grin, ready to go find him and see what he's got planned.

Then I see her in the middle of the crowd, everyone crowding around her, glasses raised.

Sloane Bishop.

Five years in hell, my beloved and best friend joined hands to push me into the abyss. The savior I trusted was actually a deadly fraud. Reborn from despair, Vito came through the light. I tore apart the scumbag and the evil woman, settled all debts, broke free from the shadow, stepped into the light, and lived the rest of my life only for myself.

My dad made me a smoothie every morning for six months. I thought it was love.
It was a muscle relaxant.
He'd been slipping just enough into my drink to make my fingers tremble at full draw — just enough to cost me first place at every major competition. Not enough to kill me. Just enough to let Laurel beat me.
Laurel. His mistress's daughter. The girl he bought custom diamond jewelry while giving me clearance-rack gear for my birthday. The girl he wanted to drop into my family, my home, and my spot on the podium.
I found the proof. Stopped drinking his smoothies. Clawed my way back to number one.
Then, two days before the National Youth Archery Trials — the one competition that decides everything — he picked up a steel rod and swung it at my right arm.
My drawing arm.
The bone cracked. Doctors said three months minimum. My coach couldn't look me in the eye. Every scout, every scholarship, every dream I'd bled for over three years — gone in one swing from the man who was supposed to protect me.
Trials start tomorrow morning. And I can't hold a bow.

When I was six, my father and his mistress drove my mother to jump to her death. Suicide is a sin, and the Church said her soul could not enter Heaven. So I set out to save her the only way I could: with my Rh-null "golden blood," I worked ninety-nine miracles of life.

Then came the hundredth call. The hospital needed me to save my father's illegitimate son.

One of my employees went online and dragged me, claiming I'm making them sacrifice their health for a paycheck and forcing everyone to work over Thanksgiving.

Here's what actually happened. My company gives nine days off for Thanksgiving. Volunteer to work overtime, get triple pay, with a $500 daily meal stipend and a $5,000 bonus. No one gets penalized for not working.

The whole internet's tearing into me for making employees sell their lives for cash. So I give her exactly what she wants and send out a company-wide notice:

To protect employee mental health, the building gets locked and the power gets cut over Thanksgiving. No one is allowed to work for any reason. Anyone who does gets fired.

The minute that email goes out, the employees who were counting on overtime to pay their mortgages lose it. Now they're all crowded outside the building, begging me to open the doors.

"Forty dollars. That's all the inhaler I needed to breathe cost. But in our house, nothing comes easy. 'Fairness first. Roll the dice — highest number wins.' I've rolled my whole life. I've never won. Not once. Tonight, lungs burning, vision blurring, I rolled for my medicine money against my sister. She got a six. I got a two. 'You lost, Hazel. Now go to the attic and think about your selfishness.' The door locked behind me. My chest is closing up. And no one is coming to check."

"Are you always this damn sensitive?" my husband snapped, his hands lingering on his ex’s waist.
I stood there, holding our 5th-anniversary cake and my pregnancy secret. He canceled our romantic dinner just to comfort her.
So, I threw the cake away. Next, I'll throw him away.

For nine years, I lived as my twin sister’s replacement Luna. I raised her pup as if she were my own. I treated that man as my fated mate. What I got in return was the Pack that unanimously decided I was the monster who “killed Edna”, and the sinner Ann swore should go to hell.
At Ann’s birthday banquet, I accidentally knocked over a framed photo. Ann shoved me in front of a room full of Alphas and elders, drenching me in red wine, smiling as she said I wasn’t worthy of touching anything of the House.
I thought that if I endured nine years, I could finally leave. Then Eric suddenly changed his mind.
Ann stuffed the corpse of the little bird I’d been raising into a gift box and threatened me with a sweet smile. “You’re the next.”
When I dragged my suitcase to the door, she shifted to wolf in front of everyone, slammed me to the ground, her fangs pressed against my throat.
What they didn’t expect was that my real backer had returned, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, my biological father, David.

Five years, I bled for Dario. Took a bullet for him. Cleaned up his dirtiest books. Drank myself into the ER just to keep his bosses sweet.
Then he slid divorce papers across the table and told me to sign. His mistress was pregnant; the family needed a "proper" heir, and I was in the way. So I signed—and let him strip me of everything I'd built.
Three hours later, a rival crew ran his car off the bridge. He survived. But he will never father a child again.
Now he's pouring a fortune he can't spare into his mistress's baby, showing off his "heir" to every boss in New York. He thinks his bloodline is finally safe.
He has no idea whose child he's really raising. And I'm the only one who does.

After marrying Rex, I lived every moment on edge, like a she-wolf treading thin ice.
I had to obey his suffocating rules of cleanliness—ritual-level strictness that bordered on obsession—and endure his complete indifference in bed, a coldness no heat could thaw.
I healed his mind when it was fractured, soothed the instability in his wolf, and stood beside him as he rose—step by step—to become the next Alpha heir of the GloomFall Pack.
And yet, on the night of my thirtieth birthday, I discovered the truth.
He was entangled with his father’s mistress—the secret lover of the former Alpha.

Five years of a marriage forced by family convenience end in the cruelest way possible: with a request for divorce on the same day they would celebrate their anniversary. Lilian, devastated by Ethan's rejection—the man she learned to love despite the circumstances—sees her life fall apart. In her darkest hour, when the pain seems unbearable, Lilian is saved by Daniel Spector, a longtime friend and silent confidant who has always loved her. At the hospital, news changes everything: Lilian is two months pregnant. But there is another woman, Joana Mercadante — rich, famous, and supposedly also expecting Ethan's child. With her heart broken and her soul on fire, Lilian decides to leave. She flees to France and, far from the eyes of the world, gives birth to her son and builds an empire. Five years later, she returns as a powerful woman, determined to face her demons... and she finds Ethan again. He never stopped looking for her, never forgot the love he destroyed with his own hands. Now he must fight not only for forgiveness, but for a second chance—with her and with the son he never knew. But will regret be enough to rebuild a love that was betrayed? Especially when Daniel, Ethan's new rival, is ready to build the life Lilian always dreamed of... and is already the father in her son's heart?

Accidentally murdered the bride?
Check.
Forced to marry the cursed Alpha who's lost six wives?
Check.
Now wearing her dress, dragged to his bed, while the pack waits outside for proof he's fucked me raw?
Double check.
Remi was just trying to catch her cheating boyfriend in the act. Instead, she tripped, ripped lace, and cracked a skull.
Now Alpha Nero Blackwater owns her. "Bride for bride," he growls. "You owe me a wedding… and a womb." The curse kills his mates before dawn. Unless he plants an heir fast. But something's wrong.
What if there was never a curse at all?
One night to survive. One claiming to break everything. One Alpha who'll fuck her senseless… even if it's the last thing she feels.


"Congratulations, Alpha Nero," she said cheerfully. "Seems the Moon Goddess has chosen your seventh bride."
I choked. "SEVENTH?!"
"The other six are dead," he said flatly.
"And I'm number seven?"
"Correct."
"IS THIS A MARRIAGE OR A SURVIVAL GAME?!"

He left her on the streets. His brother-in-law picked her up… and made her his wife.
On the day her ex, Mark, married the wealthy socialite Bella, Elena was thrown out with nothing but the clothes on her back—humiliated, broken, and utterly alone.
Until Eric Thompson appeared.
Bella’s older brother. Mark’s powerful brother-in-law. And the most feared Alpha in the city.
He offered her a hand when no one else would. Then, he offered her a deal:
A marriage in name only. A shield against her past. A chance to rebuild.
Elena accepted, expecting a cold arrangement between strangers. But behind closed doors, Eric’s carefully guarded control unraveled—and so did hers. Their chemistry was explosive, their nights intense, and the lines between business and pleasure blurred beyond recognition.
He was the one man she could never have… and the only one she couldn’t resist.
But when Mark realizes what he truly lost, and Bella discovers the secret behind her brother’s bride, Elena must decide:
Is this just a contract?
Or is this the love she was always meant to fight for?

Camille Laurent was stolen at birth. Swapped by a greedy nanny, abandoned without a second thought, and erased from her rightful place in one of the most powerful families in the country.
While the real heiress struggled to survive, the nanny’s daughter, Talia, was raised in luxury as the beloved jewel of the Laurent family, pampered by Camille’s parents, adored by her three brothers, and even promised to the prestigious Matteo Devereux through a childhood engagement arranged by their grandparents.
Then the truth came out.
Six months ago, Camille was finally brought back to the Laurent family. To protect the family reputation and prove their devotion to their bloodline, the Laurent patriarch transferred 35% of his personal shares into Camille’s name overnight, instantly making her one of the wealthiest heiresses in the country.
It brought anxiety to all the Laurent family. But what they don’t know…is that Camille never needed them.
Behind her elegant smile lies a woman filled with secrets powerful enough to shake the whole family. She's a miraculous healer capable of curing the incurable poisons.
Yet despite everything, her family still chooses Talia.
Every accusation against Talia is forgiven. Every scheme against Camille is brushed aside. Even Matteo, the man who was supposed to be Camille’s fiancé—cannot let go of the woman he always believed belonged by his side.
But while the Laurent family underestimates Camille, another man begins to see exactly who she is.
Dante Moretti.
The ruthless heir of an old-money dynasty. A billionaire CEO worshipped by the public…and the merciless king of a criminal empire hidden beneath the city’s glittering surface. When Dante is poisoned by a rival syndicate with a deadly toxin no doctor can cure, he offers a fortune for anyone who can save him.
Only Camille can. Their deal is simple: she becomes his personal physician, and he gives her anything she wants.

I moved into my sister’s house to escape my ruined divorce, but I never expected her aggressively cheerful best friend to become my darkest, dirtiest obsession. Lila and I hated each other on sight. But everything changed the day I walked through the front door……

She was right in the middle of our shared living room on a pink yoga mat. She was in the downward dog position, her hips arched in the air, wearing nothing but extremely short black yoga shorts that clung to her tight ass, and a minimal top that left her heavy cleavage spilling out.

I completely froze. Unwanted, utterly unexpected images flashed through my mind—me standing directly behind her, my hands gripping those firm hips, ripping those tiny shorts down, and thrusting into her wet heat right there on the laminate floor while she screamed my name. I dropped my groceries in shock.

But the real torture came at 4 AM. I woke up sweating, my cock throbbing and painfully hard against my plaid pajama pants from a wet dream where I was kneading her breasts and burying my tongue down her throat while I fucked her over the arm of the couch. I jumped out of bed for a cold shower to kill my raging boner. Instead, I slammed right into her in the pitch-black hallway.

Her soft, warm stomach pressed flush against my bare chest, and worse—my rock-hard cock twitched and pressed directly against her bare thighs. I flew backward like her skin had seared my flesh. We stood there in the dark, breathing heavily. Her eyes drifted down my torso, landing directly on the heavy bulge in my pants. She stepped closer, her sweet strawberry scent filling my lungs, and whispered seductively, "What, you can check me out but I can’t check you out?" She bit her bottom lip, her gaze full of pure, wicked lust, before slipping into her room. I stood there gripping the doorframe,my dick aching for release. I’m a grown LAPD officer, and she’s my sister’s best friend. If I touch her, it will ruin everything. But God, I am going to tear her apart...

Fourteen years ago, Isabella Winston died.

At least, that's what everyone believed.

One moment, she was trapped inside a sinking car beneath the icy waters of the Hudson River. The next, she woke up in her own bathtub and somehow fourteen years in the future.

Her husband is no longer the warm, easygoing man she remembers.

Her five-year-old son is now a nineteen-year-old stranger who looks at her with suspicion.

Her twins barely remember the mother they lost—one forever chasing affection, the other keeping the entire world at arm's length.

And the family she left behind has become something broken, distant, and unrecognizable.

Now Isabella faces an impossible challenge: rebuilding a family that never truly recovered from losing her.

Fourteen years have left scars on everyone.

Unfortunately for those causing the damage, Isabella Winston has returned to set things right.

Following a fabricated assault case, my husband had me committed to a psychiatric hospital to quash public outcry.
After five years locked away, my sight finally returned.
I was overjoyed and ready to share the news with Richard—only to find he had long betrayed me, carrying on an affair with my half-sister.T
he entire ordeal was a setup from the beginning. They framed me, poisoned me to rob me of my sight, and even turned my own son against me, making him call that woman "Mom".
For every lie and wound they inflicted, I will make that despicable pair pay the ultimate price.

"So, you're asking me to sacrifice my life, mother?"
"And what of it? Are you so proud of your pitiful and disgraceful life? You are a blight and a curse! This is the only way you can redeem yourself!"
"By dying?" Winona asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Yes, by dying and performing a noble act to cleanse your sins and curses. Perhaps you might be blessed with good karma in your next life," her mother retorted harshly.
Winona knew her mother would never wish her well. What good karma? Her mother would likely wish she had never been born in the first place!
Winona cast a fleeting glance at her supposed mate, but his eyes were filled with hatred and... threat. It was as if he would rip her to shreds if she dared refuse to comply.
Did he despise her that much?
That was the moment when she began to accept the harsh reality that she was alone in this world. She had nothing and no one. She was despised by her own mother. Rejected by her mate. Mocked by her sister.
Perhaps, she wasn't meant to be alive.

“I’m sorry Quinn, but I; Jeovanni Lum rejects you; Quinn Felon as my mate. You’re no longer Luna of this pack, nor are you my fated mate. Accept my rejection.”

His words awakened the pain within Quinn, and she fell to her knees, crying out when it became too much to bear…she didn’t want to, but if she didn’t accept his rejection, she’d die.

“I…I Quinn Felon a-accepts your rejection…I am no longer Luna, nor am I your fated mate.”

It was hard to say the words because these words were never ones she thought she’d ever have to say…
~
Quinn Felon was at the very pique of happiness when her life started to crumble apart. Her mate whom she had spent three long and blissful years with suddenly didn’t seem to love her anymore.

He became distant and cold, and soon Quinn found the reason behind his change…it was because he was courting her sister…her sweet and innocent omega sister; Delilah.

She had predicted that he’d choose Delilah, but what she hadn’t foretold was being rejected and banished in front of the whole pack in the middle of her mate’s and her sister’s mating ceremony.

Amelia's life took an unexpected turn when she learned that she was diagnosed with a terminal illness that left her only six months to live.

Heartbroken and devastated, the last thing she had expected was to be offered a divorce agreement by her husband, Adrian, when she got back home.

Given that their contract has expired and his ex-girlfriend, who was also Amelia's stepsister, has returned, Adrian wanted Amelia to make way for her. But the last thing he had expected was what she requested as compensation for the divorce.

What did Amelia really request as compensation for the divorce?

What happens when Adrian finds out that the reason why he has been keeping his feelings from Amelia was all lies and that who he wants to leave Amelia for isn't who she really is?

What happens when Adrian tries to win back the woman who he has neglected and sometimes mistreated for no reason only to find out that she's diagnosed with a terminal illness and that she has only a month remaining to live?

They thought he was dead.

They were wrong.

After years of war, bloodshed, and survival, Ares McKay returns to Chicago only to find his sister buried in the ground.

The people responsible are untouchable.

Political dynasties.

Billionaire families.

Criminal empires hidden behind luxury and power.

But Ares has spent five years becoming something far more dangerous than they could imagine.

One wedding turns into a massacre.

One city is pushed to the edge of chaos.

And one man begins a campaign of vengeance that will shake the foundations of every powerful family in Chicago.

Because when they murdered his sister...

They declared war on the wrong man.

"Today was supposed to be our day! Our wedding day but here you are, sleeping with my best friend, Jasper!!" I yelled tearfully, swallowing down the burn of acid in my throat.
"Take you this long to find out, how ridiculous?" Brielle says, sitting upright, and clutching the bedsheet to hide her naked body. But I can see the glimmer of pleasure in her eyes, the way she is happy seeing me in pain.
"How long?" I can feel Leah struggling to be let out, so as to bounce on that shitty friend in front of us.
"We are even planning on telling you today and besides, Brielle here is pregnant with my first heir." 
"W… what?!" I stared at them in stunned silence, the pain in my stomach long forgotten.


After Jasper's betrayal and rejection, Nina vowed to separate her pack from his and leave, determined to heal on her own. Things were progressing smoothly until she crossed paths with Ryder, the blue-eyed Lycan Prince, complicating her life further.
Unbothered by the ongoing wedding of Jasper and Brielle, Ryder boldly claimed Nina as his mate.
For Nina, the timing couldn't be worse. A union between a Lycan and a werewolf was unheard of, and reclaiming her pack from Jasper was her top priority. Yet, the mate bond was impossible to ignore, she couldn't resist the captivating Lycan Prince before her. Not to mention he offered Nina a sense of safety she had never experienced before.
Just as Nina struggled with whether to accept Ryder, reality delivered a cruel blow- Ryder's family had already arranged for him to marry Elara, a bride who matched his royal status...

“I, Alpha Roman Vale, reject Aria Winters as my mate.”
The bond shattered.
As the pack's plus-size outcast, Aria Winters has spent her life enduring cruel taunts, whispered insults, and endless humiliation. The Moon Goddess finally gives her hope by revealing Alpha Roman Vale as her fated mate.
Moments later, he destroys it.
“I claim Celeste as my chosen Luna.”
The pack erupts in laughter as Roman rejects the woman fate chose for him, replacing her with Aria's beautiful best friend. But Aria remembers the strange tea Celeste insisted she drink the night before... and the way her scent felt wrong ever since. Was her rejection planned all along?
Broken, betrayed, and cast out, Aria flees into rogue territory, unaware she's carrying Roman's child. She also doesn't know the truth hidden in her blood—she is the last surviving heir of the legendary Moon Wolf Knights, a bloodline powerful enough to reshape the werewolf world.
Half-dead, she's rescued by Alpha Kael Ashbourne of the Northern Shadow Pack—a calm, powerful Alpha who sees the fierce woman beneath her scars instead of her size. Kael isn't just her savior. He's an old ally of the father she never knew, the protector willing to raise her son as his own, and the second-chance mate destiny had always intended.
The "fat nobody" Roman mocked was never a nobody at all.
She was a Knight.
And when the truth is finally revealed, Roman will discover that rejecting his fated mate wasn't just the greatest mistake of his life...
It was the beginning of his downfall.

When Leo Ross came home, his daughter was dying.

His wife was gone.

And every door to the truth was guarded by armed men.

Most people would call the police.

Leo declared war.

A former Delta Force legend, Leo tears through gangs, mercenaries, and criminal empires in a desperate race to save his family.

But the deeper he digs, the darker the truth becomes.

Someone has been planning this for years.

Someone powerful.

Someone who wants him dead.

They stole his wife.

Now he's coming for everything they own.

Bryson POV
Blackridge University was already a nightmare before I dumped hot coffee all over Julian Hayes.
He's tall, built, with this perfect smirk that makes me want to punch him. Captain of the hockey team and the biggest asshole I've ever met.
He destroyed me in front of everyone. Made sure I knew exactly where I stood.
But then I joined the hockey team to make my mom happy, and suddenly everything changed. I could actually play. And Julian? He started looking at me like he wanted to destroy me in a whole different way.
Now every practice feels like war. Every time we're alone in the locker room, I can barely breathe.
I hate him.
I want him.
And I'm pretty sure he knows it.

Julian's POV
I run Blackridge University. Team captain, golden boy, everyone wants to be me or be with me. Then some transfer kid crashes into me and ruins my shirt.
Bryson Miller.
Smart mouth, cheap clothes, and eyes that look at me like he's not impressed.
I should've crushed him and moved on. But the little shit joined my hockey team and turned out to be good. Really good.
Now I can't get him out of my head. Every practice, every fight we have feels like something else entirely. Something I don't want to think about.
I thought that was complicated enough.
Then I walk into my house tonight and find Bryson unpacking boxes in my living room..

Christian Caine, the heir to the Caine Crime Family, has been designed to drive any woman beyond seven sensations of pleasure. His body is carved to perfection. His biceps clench and flex, and his abs tighten with his every movement. He is powerful and elegant. Drawn to danger and a determination to conquer, he is yet to keep a woman's heart.

Cassandra Cumming, she is mysterious but the girl that every man desires. She presents all the things that Christian cannot have, and this is the very thing that draws him to her.

Their love is forbidden from the start, but neither of them is willing to let go of each other. Christian goes against what seems to be right and so goes up again his father and the Mafia world.

After one fateful night, Christian sets out to the start of a Mafia War.

Will Christian and Cassandra rise from this stronger?

Will she ultimately become his Mafia Princess?

Seven years ago, Macedonia Stallone fled her marriage after her ex-husband, the current Alpha King of the Sowinski Kingdom, Azarius Kingston de Carteret, divorced her.

Despite her attempts to leave the past behind, Macedonia still grapples with guilt over the pain she inflicted on Azarius. Despite her efforts to evade him, Azarius eventually tracks her down, determined to hold her accountable for her actions.

As their prolonged game of hide-and-seek nears its climax, Macedonia fears that Azarius may have uncovered her most closely guarded secret: their daughter, Amaryllis. Is she prepared for the wrath he might unleash upon her?

The fake love Enzo and Mia started with was all becoming too real, and Mia has to ask if this is what she really wants?
When I moved to Paris, it was supposed to be a fresh start. A new city, a fashion dream ahead of me, and my stalker ex firmly in the past.
But then my new boss turns out to be Enzo Renault, my brother's best friend, the man who rejected me ten years ago. And now he wants me to fake-date him to keep his meddling mother out of his love life.
So here I am, pretending to be the girlfriend of the cold, infuriatingly handsome man I once swore I'd never forgive.
I've never really dated, and Enzo swears he'll never fall in love. Perfect match, right? Soon, we're practicing it all in secret: dates, kisses, even sharing a bed. The only rule? My brother can never find out.
But Enzo buys me dresses, praises my designs, and looks at me like I'm not just his friend's little sister anymore. And when he touches me, I can't tell what's pretend… and what's not.
Because the more we practice being in love, the more it feels dangerously real.

Calista was deceived by someone she thought was her "boyfriend," losing all her savings and getting kicked out by her landlord.
Now homeless in a city far from home with no one to turn to, she unexpectedly finds shelter in a shared apartment with three men- Zane, Cedric, and Draven. Not only do they offer Calista a fresh start, but they also bring her into a web of temptation and mystery.
Calista's journey is an emotional rollercoaster as she navigates the complexities of her new living situation while struggling to overcome the pain of betrayal. As she attempts to rebuild her life, she finds herself drawn to the lives of her roommates, each offering a different kind of allure.
Zane: "You're a sweet girl, Calista."
Cedric: "You're making me more intrigued, Calista."
Draven: "You're the first person who made me smile, Calista."
Amid the chaos of her new reality, Calista can't shake the feeling that she's a pawn in a game she doesn't fully understand. Has she stepped from one deceit into another? Can she trust the men she now calls her roommates?

Lydia, a aspiring journalist, admired the hockey captain of Puck Predators, Jose Bailey, to the depths! He was her idol, her everything until the point he actually invited her on a date!

But things have taken quite a turn when she had a one night stand with the man.

In fact, this man is Levi, Lydia's idol's top rival and her new neighbor!

As Lydia delves deeper into the competitive world of hockey for her coveted interview, her initial bias against Levi and his team begins to melt away. The more she uncovers about Levi's life both on and off the rink, the more she finds herself drawn to the man behind the mask of rivalry. Just when Lydia's heart aligns with her true feelings, ready to take the leap and confess her love, Levi vanishes without a trace.

Will Lydia unravel the mystery of Levi's disappearance? Can Lydia reconcile the man she's come to love with the secrets he's kept hidden?

Diane Ashford’s only crime was being overweight.

Because of this, she was bullied by her stepbrothers, her parents ignored her existence, and she became the object of ridicule at college.

Despite all this, the only person who seemed to love her was her boyfriend, Liam Quin. He was everything to her, and she clung to him because he took her as she was.

After getting married, Diane was thrown into despair. Liam no longer looked at her. He used her, betrayed her, and took a mistress, comparing her to how beautiful and slim she was.

On the night he files for divorce, Diane loses everything, including her life.
But with death came a twist of fate.

Diane wakes up years earlier, in a slimmer, younger version of herself, with a thirst for revenge. She was determined to take back everything that was stolen: her dignity, her power, and her future.

Her stepbrothers—notorious leaders of the Steel Serpent motorcycle club—were her first victims. And she planned to use them to get her revenge on the man who shattered her heart.

But what happens when Diane discovers that revenge comes at a price, and that the line between justice and desire can be dangerously thin.

Her brothers want her, yet the scars of the wounds they inflicted on her run deep.

As she navigates a world of dangerous motorcycle gangs, corrupt elites, and forbidden passions, will Diane rewrite her fate? Or will she get lost in the arms of the men she’s supposed to hate?

In the early morning hotel room, Jocelyn awakens from the bed after passion, with scattered clothing on the floor bearing witness to last night's madness. The man behind her asks in a low voice: "One more time?" She coldly refuses: "No, I need to go find my husband." This seemingly absurd one-night stand is actually her carefully orchestrated revenge—hiring a male escort to get back at her cheating husband, yet mistaking the immensely powerful Herman Thorne for a bar worker.

Jocelyn Richter was originally a wealthy heiress whose marriage to childhood sweetheart Ashton Rowland seemed perfect but was built on lies. When her parents died in a suspicious car crash, she discovered her husband's affair with pregnant college student Lillian, shattering the illusion of a perfect marriage. Transforming from naive wife to strategic mastermind, she learned to weaponize her beauty, manipulate public opinion, and navigate corporate politics, evolving step by step from victim to controller.

Ashton Rowland is a hypocrite beneath his perfect husband facade. After conveniently developing amnesia, he oscillates between devoted lover and shrewd businessman, embodying the dangerous charm of mistaking possession for love, using emotional manipulation and corporate threats to maintain control over his wife.

Herman Thorne is the head of the nation's top-tier family, yet finds himself deeply attracted to a woman who dares to see him as an equal. Unlike Ashton's conditional love, he expresses care through actions—making breakfast, tending wounds, clearing misunderstandings, hiding a complex heart unaccustomed to vulnerability beneath his powerful exterior.

Jocelyn fights for substantial divorce compensation, investigates the truth behind her parents' death, and navigates dangerous feelings for Herman. She moves with ease through corporate boardroom battles, creates media storms by live-streaming her husband's infidelity exposure, while discovering the connection between her parents' car crash and the Rowland family's dark secrets. In this multi-layered game of business warfare, romantic entanglements, and truth-seeking, she gradually unveils the hypocritical facade of this elite world.

In the final café confrontation, Ashton signs the divorce agreement after receiving a mysterious phone call from his father. Just as he desperately grips Jocelyn's wrist with bloodshot eyes, pleading for another chance to pursue her, a familiar voice rings out: "Let her go." Herman appears at the crucial moment, but the real suspense lies in—what explosive secret was hidden in that phone call? How will the truth about her parents' death reshape everything? As her revenge plan concludes, Jocelyn stands at life's crossroads, facing not only freedom but also increasingly passionate feelings for this man once mistaken as "hired help," and these feelings may be the most dangerous truth of all.

“If Mr. M wants a perfect little fiancée, he can marry someone else.”

I said that before cutting my hair, binding my chest, and enrolling at Kingston Academy for Boys under a fake identity.

My plan was simple: find my mysterious fiancé, ruin his reputation, and make him call off our engagement.

Instead, I was assigned to a Student Villa with three boys I should have avoided at all costs.

Derek Sterling is Kingston’s top student—cold, brilliant, and terrifyingly observant.

Vaughn Sterling runs the disciplinary committee and seems to enjoy finding new ways to make me nervous.

And Ellis, another scholarship student, watches me with a quiet intensity I can’t quite understand.

Living with three wealthy heirs while pretending to be a boy would already be dangerous enough.

But then Derek starts tutoring me after midnight.

Vaughn begins testing boundaries he shouldn’t even know exist.

And the way Ellis looks at me is starting to make me nervous.

Then one day, someone leaves a note outside my door.

It contains only one sentence:

“Stop looking for me.”

“You’re already closer to me than you think.”

I have no idea who left the note.

And I have no idea…

how many people in this villa already know who I really am.

I died on my third wedding anniversary, betrayed by the man I chose over my fated mate.
When I was granted another life by the moon goddess, I knew I wouldn't make the same mistake again.
But winning back my fated mate Jaxon -- the most ruthless Alpha alive, the man I once rejected in front of everyone -- is not easy.
Or is it?

It was a contract marriage signed out of desperation to save her mother's life, but Sofie actually believed that she could melt Alexander's heart and make him love her.

But, her world came crushing upon learning she was pregnant with his child. That wasn't part of the deal of the contract.

Afraid that Alexander might take her child away from her, Sofie decided to leave him. Especially after his family crushed her hope completely and presented Alexander with a new wife… her half sister.

But, she didn't understand why the cold and indifferent man went crazy and began to search for her after she left. What could be his problem?

“Is… is the pregnancy mine?”. Drenched in cold rain, with drops of water dripping down his dark hair, Alexander asked the heavily pregnant lady under the umbrella, with desperation in his pair of hazel eyes.

Sofie's face was cold, and every bit of love she once harbored for Alexander was gone. “No. It belongs to my husband at home!”. She declared without batting an eye.

"Please don't stop," she moaned, tugging at her restraints. The two cold metal rings dug into the soft skin around her wrists.
"Careful little flower, you don't want to sleep with an aching pussy do you??"
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Lilliana Barnette is your typical timid teenage girl who finds herself falling more and more in love with the handsome Damon Michaelson....her father's bestfriend, a man much older than her and one she's to refer to as her uncle.
Damon Arnold Michaelson, a multi-billionare business tycoon, bachelor in his prime known for his irresistible charm amongst the ladies. He finds himself falling for his neice Lilliana, but.....being his bestfriend's daughter meant she was forbidden to him but his desire for her only grew with each passing day....even when he was being intimate with other women, she took over all of his thoughts without even trying. He knew he had to keep his distance from her but instead, found himself wanting to touch her every chance he got....his mind wanted to own his bestfriend's daughter in ways no one had ever done not even her boyfriend, and all the while she innocently kept thinking he's not affected by her or her body unaware of his filthy need to claim her as his for everyone to see.
Everything changes when his said bestfriend has to leave the city for a business trip, entrusting him with the responsibility of taking care of his only daughter.
Now leaving under the same roof the two find themselves in a love/lust infested dilemma, with each passing day it got even harder for them to conceal their feelings for each other....though they tried at first and eventually their forbidden desire wins....they start meeting up secretly as often as possible, away from prying eyes....most importantly away from Lilliana's father's eyes.

“Who are you? My Luna is Angelina.”
After eight years of marriage, my Alpha husband woke up from a poisoned coma and forgot me completely.
Worse, he pulled my childhood friend into his arms while I stood bleeding at his feet, carrying his child.
Cyrus once swore he could never live a second without me. Now he calls me a servant, rejects our unborn baby, and orders me out of his life.
But when the pack accuses me of poisoning him, he’s forced to face the woman he once loved—and the evidence that doesn’t add up.
Why does his wolf still react to me when his mind remembers nothing?
And when a blade flies toward our unborn child, will his instincts finally reveal the truth?

She lost her child, her womb, and the man she thought was her forever.

After years of miscarriages, Elara finally agrees to let her best friend carry her baby, only to discover that her husband has been sleeping with the surrogate and plotting her death. The final betrayal shatters her, until she uncovers one thing that changes everything: he only married her for her wealth, and now plans to steal it all.

But Elara isn’t as helpless as he thinks. Beneath her gentle exterior lies the secret identity of a powerful heiress, and when her husband’s disgraced father returns from prison seeking revenge of his own, their fates collide.

Two broken souls. One shared enemy.
And a burning desire for vengeance that might just turn into something far more dangerous.

Vivian sat in the corner of the restaurant, staring at the breakup text Theodore had sent to her phone. Eight years of romance had just been ended by a single message.

However, fate's turns are often unexpected. That same night, after being drugged at a bar, Vivian encountered Maxwell Stevens, the richest man in C City. After a passionate night, this master of a business empire actually proposed signing a "fake couple" agreement—he would help Vivian fight against her stepfather who coveted her company, while she would help him navigate various social occasions.

Vivian Ashford, heir to the Ideal Future Group, possessed both beauty and wisdom in equal measure. Faced with her ex-boyfriend Theodore's betrayal and resource plundering, she displayed an iron will—not only did she publicly beat up this scumbag who wanted to exploit her, but she was determined to reclaim the business empire her mother had left behind from her stepfather's grasp. Maxwell's appearance gave her a powerful ally in the corporate battlefield.

Maxwell appeared to be a cold and shrewd business elite, but in reality harbored deep feelings for Vivian. When assassins pursued him, Vivian actually risked her life to venture into the slums for a rescue mission. In an abandoned house, the injured Maxwell held her tightly, and their mutual dependence in crisis quietly warmed their growing feelings.

As they spent more time together, Vivian began to suspect this mysterious man's true identity. The scars on Maxwell's arms and the fine marks on his forehead were strikingly similar to her school friend Liam—that silent boy who had once been injured protecting her. When Maxwell, under anesthesia at the hospital, said "from the day she saved me... I've loved her for so many years," Vivian was shocked to realize that this king of a business empire might be the person who had silently protected her all those years ago.

But even more unexpected was what Vivian discovered while eavesdropping on a conversation outside the hospital room—Maxwell was hiding even deeper secrets behind the scenes. He had mysterious connections to the downfall of a certain family, and that assassination attempt was no coincidence...

When love, revenge, and the struggle for business empire intertwine, can Vivian protect everything she cherishes in this dangerous game? How will Maxwell's true identity, hidden for years, and those unknown secrets rewrite both their destinies? On the edge between fake and real, can this contract couple find the path to true love?

ELENA Brooks has spent her life holding her fragile family together, working tirelessly as a junior clerk at Lunaris Tech Innovations while her abusive, cheating husband, Marcus, drifts further into alcohol and recklessness. For seven years, she endured, hoping her sacrifices would keep her son safe and her family intact.

But one careless night shatters the illusion of peace. When she catches Marcus with someone she once trusted, Elena realizes the life she has been clinging to is built on lies. Determined to reclaim her strength and her dignity, she walks away, filing for divorce and taking custody of her son.

Enter Eamon, the enigmatic and dangerously alluring CEO of Lunaris Tech. A man shrouded in mystery, whose presence is as commanding as it is intoxicating. The day Elena accidentally witnesses a moment she can’t explain, she realizes there is far more to him than the world sees.

As Elena rebuilds herself, she discovers a strength she never knew existed. With Eamon by her side, she begins to rise— not just from betrayal, but toward a life of power, courage, and something far more unexpected: love.

But revenge is a fire that cannot be contained. And when past betrayals collide with dangerous secrets, Elena will find herself walking a path she never imagined— where her heart, her son, and her very life are all on the line.

Will rising from the ashes be enough, or will the shadows of the past consume her before she can truly claim her freedom?

Ivy Hart thought surviving Northbridge University on a full scholarship would finally give her life a clean slate, until she opens the hockey club door on her first day and comes face-to-face with Asher Hayes, the golden boy captain who made her high school years unbearable; now he’s everywhere she turns, and when her biggest secret slips into his hands after a single reckless moment, he doesn’t expose her—he traps her in a fake relationship that starts as leverage but quickly turns into something far more dangerous than either of them planned, because in a game built on lies, control, and buried history, Ivy is beginning to realize the real threat isn’t losing her scholarship… it’s losing her heart to the boy who once broke it.

“I found myself craving the one man who was never mine,” Caterina scoffed, her breath brushing his skin. His stoic expression faltered.

“They call it sin… but if this is hell, I’ll gladly burn for you.”

After her marriage fell apart, Caterina returned—divorced, ashamed, and drawn to the man she should never want. Her stepfather.

He was everything meant to repel her. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.

Yet in his silence, she found protection. In his eyes, she saw the man no one else dared to see.

They called it a sin.

But nothing had ever felt more right.

This isn’t just a story of forbidden love. It’s about survival, betrayal, and a passion that defied fate itself.

Will Caterina and Dante fight for what they share—or lose everything to it?

I fell in love with my stepbrother.

He chose someone else.

So I did what any smart wolf would do—I disappeared into the most brutal academy in the North, where weakness means death and emotions are a luxury I couldn't afford.

Four years later, he's on his knees outside my door, begging me to come back.

"Sia, please. I made a mistake. I need you—"

But before I can answer, a hand fists in my hair from behind. The new Alpha pins me against the wall, his cock already hard against my ass.

"You're not going anywhere," Kaelan growls, his fingers sliding between my thighs. "This pussy belongs to me now."

Cain's still begging outside.

And I'm coming apart under Kaelan's hands, realizing too late—

I never escaped anything. I just traded one obsession for another.

At the engagement banquet, I was publicly jilted, publicly humiliated by the vampire viscount, and regarded as a worthless nobody. Everyone thought I was at their mercy.
Little did they know that beneath my cheap suit lay the holy mark of the chief arbiter who had defected from the Vatican .
The moment the holy light appeared, the darkness trembled.

Freya Ashford's biggest regret in life wasn't marrying me, but that she never truly looked at me. We were sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams; she was researching immortality, and I was researching how to win her love—"It is an eternal power, and an eternal pain." This riddle led us down different paths. On the day of the prom, in front of the entire school, she pointed her finger at me and said, "You can't prove your love for me at all." But she didn't know that she would lose miserably.

For six years I kept the books nobody wanted to touch.
They called me the help. My husband signed my name to a loan I never saw. His mother told the whole family I was the reason there were no grandchildren.
At the anniversary gala, they planned to retire me quietly — and hand my desk to the woman my husband had been paying out of company accounts.
They forgot one thing.
Before I married into this family, I spent six years catching men who move money the way they do. I never stopped keeping a second set of books.
I let them think the game was already over.
It was — for them.