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The night I collapsed at my desk from acute appendicitis, my husband’s phone rang thirty-seven times. He didn't answer a single one.
When he finally strolled into my hospital room the next day, his excuse was that he had been entertaining clients all night and his phone was on silent.
"A multi-million dollar contract versus a minor surgery—which do you think is more important?" Nathan asked, adjusting his cuffs. "As the CEO's wife, I’d expect you to have some sense of the bigger picture."
I didn't say a word. I just nodded.
Not because I agreed with him, but because the first thing I saw when I woke up from anesthesia was his secretary's latest social media post: a sky ablaze with green aurora, and Nathan with his arm around her shoulders, his back to the camera.
Thinking I had finally learned my place, my husband looked thoroughly satisfied. He casually mentioned that once things settled down, he would officially hand over my position as Project Director to her, "so you can relax a bit."
But he didn't know.
He didn't need to wait for things to settle down.
I didn't want the position anymore. I didn't want his company. And him? I didn't want him, either.

A year ago, Sophia was recalled from overseas medical school. Her father announced she must marry Ethan Sullivan, head of the Sullivan crime family, to save their bankruptcy.

Ethan Sullivan—uncrowned king of New York's underworld, cold-blooded killer. Complete opposite of her life-saving profession.

She fought desperately—humiliated him at their engagement, sabotaged business meetings, even escaped at midnight. Ethan never got angry, just quietly cleaned up, growing more gentle and devoted.

Until rival families shot at them. He shielded her with his body, blood soaking his white shirt, still comforting her: "It's okay. I'm here."

Sophia fell completely.

"I'll marry you," she told him in his hospital bed, "but tell me—do you really love me?"

Ethan nodded without hesitation: "I love you. You're the first and only one."

After marriage, Sophia enjoyed sweet life as a mafia wife. Until she learned Ethan's "sister" Isabella had leukemia. When her bone marrow matched, she donated without hesitation, thinking this proved their love.

Until tonight's party. A drunk lieutenant asked: "Boss, what's your biggest regret in life?"

Ethan was silent for a long moment: "Giving up the woman I loved."

Ryan Von Roald was exiled from his Kingdom by his Father in order to avoid going to war with a powerful Empire.

Instead of feeling depressed, the Sixth Prince of the Finis Kingdom even rejoiced because he could now do whatever he wanted.

With the help of the Magical Grimoire, whom he named Builder, Ryan embarked on a journey in creating his own Kingdom. However, this grand undertaking wasn't smooth sailing.

Soon, Ryan found himself fighting against nobles, and other factions who dared to get in his way, showing the world that even an exiled prince could build a majestic kingdom from scratch!


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My attempts to marry Ethan Ward had been derailed exactly seven times.
The first time, Peyton threw him a "surprise" party, and he was too hungover to make our City Hall appointment. 
The second time, she got into a minor fender bender and hysterically convinced him her neck was broken. He rode with her in the ambulance. 
The third time, right as we were signing the papers, she swallowed a bottle of sleeping pills over a bad breakup. Ethan literally carried her to the ER.
Fourth time, fifth time... it was Peyton. Every single time.

"Hurry up, Diana! This is the eighth time!" my best friend, Mia, shouted frantically. "There are only fifteen minutes left before City Hall locks their system at 5 PM sharp. Let's get this over with!"
We were just about to walk through the doors when a voice called out from the backseat of Ethan's car. It was Peyton Reed, his childhood best friend. Again.
"Wait a second! My lucky charm bracelet broke. I need to restring it."
Ethan stopped walking. 
"Okay. No rush," he said. 

Peyton kept her head down, fiddling with the red string and little beads, flashing me an innocent smile. "Don't be in such a hurry, Diana. I'll be done in a sec. I got this blessed lucky charm bracelet just for you two. It's supposed to bring luck to your marriage."
Then, as naturally as breathing, she held her clutch out to Ethan. "Hold this for me?"
He took it without a word.
The buzzing crowd of our friends went dead silent. Everyone exchanged awkward, pitying looks.
I stared at him, swallowing my anger. "Ethan, the system at the marriage bureau locks automatically at 5 PM. If we go in right now, we can just make it."
Ethan frowned, looking slightly annoyed by my pressure. "I'm already here, Diana. A few minutes won't kill us."

I looked at him standing by the car, patiently waiting for Peyton to fix her stupid string, and I suddenly laughed. 
I pulled out my phone and quickly typed out a message:
[You once said if my eighth attempt at getting married failed, I should give you a chance.]
[Get to City Hall before 5 PM.]

My husband is the most generous man in all of Pittsburgh.
He donates his entire paycheck to the community every month and says to the camera with tears in his eyes: "When your neighbors are freezing, you can't just worry about whether there's enough money in your own pocket. You have to show some heart."
But where the camera can't see —
A gas company shutoff notice sits on the kitchen table. His mother's insulin will run out in three days. Our six-year-old son is about to spend the night in a house that's fifteen below zero.
For eight years. Every time he opened his wallet for the world, I was the one crawling through ductwork at 2 a.m., quietly patching every hole with my overtime pay.
He bought his reputation with my sweat and blood. He decorated his image with his parents' illnesses. He crowdfunded forty-two thousand dollars using footage of our son shivering in the cold.
Tonight, he's going on the local evening news to brand me as "the cold-blooded woman who abandoned her family."
What he doesn't know is that I have far more evidence than he can imagine.
For instance — his own words: "Dad can skip a few weeks of rehab — it's not gonna kill him. But this weekend's event could get me on the news."
You want to be on the news, Caleb?
As you wish.

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.

On Nora Bennett’s thirtieth birthday, she learns that she is not even listed as her six-year-old daughter’s emergency contact.

Her husband, billionaire CEO Ethan Caldwell, is already at the hospital—with Nora’s half-sister by his side. And while Nora waits for someone to remember her birthday, she watches the three people she once called family celebrate without her.

That night, Nora stops waiting.

She leaves her wedding ring behind, resigns from her husband’s company, and returns to Asterion Labs—the AI company she founded before marriage and abandoned for a family that erased her one sacrifice at a time.

But six years is long enough for the world to forget a genius.

To save Asterion from bankruptcy, Nora must repair a failing medical AI model, survive a lawsuit from her husband’s company, and convince the most powerful investor at the Frontier Summit that she is still worth betting on.

Julian Cross remembers her.

Six years ago, Nora humiliated him by rejecting his offer to buy Asterion. Now he controls the funding and computing power she desperately needs. He believes in her talent—but not in the woman who once walked away from everything she built.

Nora can debug a broken model in thirty hours.

Proving that she will never disappear again may take much longer.

And just as Ethan begins to realize that the quiet wife he neglected was the brilliant woman everyone else is fighting to claim, Julian presents Nora with a far more dangerous proposition:

He will invest in her company—but only if she gives him a reason to invest in her.

This time, Nora isn’t asking anyone to choose her.

She is choosing herself.

For seven years, Claire Sutton played the perfect daughter, sister, and fiancée—because a voice in her head promised her $100 million and a ticket home if she could make her family love her.
She cooked. She apologized. She sanded down every edge they hated. She got all three of them to 99%.
Then Vanessa—the girl the Suttons raised in her place—came home. Three days later, every score was zero.
So Claire took the only other way out: die in this world, wake up in her own.
Simple. Except now that she's done begging for their love, her mother, her brother, and her fiancé suddenly can't let her go. They lock the windows. They cry at her bedside. They swear they'll do better.
Claire doesn't want better. She wants out.
And they're about to learn that some apologies arrive too late to matter.

My ex-husband found me selling hair clips at a flea market. Rosie was asleep in her stroller.
"Come home. She's too young for this."
I said yes.
After that, I stopped checking his phone.
Rosie stopped crying when the other girl took her toys.
He spent the night at Simone's—we didn't call.
We ran into them at the mall—we walked the other way.
We finally became what he always wanted. Easy. Quiet. No drama.
So why is he the one who can't sleep now?
"Why don't you get mad anymore?"
"Rosie, why won't you ask me to stay?"

The day we submitted our college applications, Chloe cried a little, and that was all it took. My two childhood best friends were ready to throw away their shot at the Ivy League and follow her to a community college.

Nothing I said got through to them, so I went behind their backs and called their parents.

Their parents rushed over that same night and made them switch their applications back, which put both boys on track again.

But that also meant Chloe lost two walking wallets who came running whenever she called.

Late one night, she posted a goodbye message online and swallowed a whole bottle of pills.

Brody and Wyatt never once considered that maybe Chloe just couldn't handle the pressure. They pinned all of it on me.

They invited me out on a yacht, and while I was standing by the rail, they both shoved me over the side.

"Eleanor, you ruined Chloe's future. Now you can go keep her company!"

The freezing water swallowed me whole. I kicked and fought with everything I had, but all I could do was watch the lights on the boat get farther and farther away.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the nightmare started.

This time, I wasn't going to care who lived or died.

My husband handed me divorce papers at 2 AM—right after he'd had his way with me. Three years of marriage, and he never once believed I was anything but a scheming woman who trapped him. He said he wanted his real love back. I said I wanted our daughter.
He laughed and told me I couldn't afford to raise her alone.
He was right about one thing: I needed money. So I took the only job that could change everything. He showed up at the presentation as the client. When he saw my work, his face went pale. He accused me of plagiarizing a famous designer—the very genius who had saved his company years ago.
He has no idea.
That genius is me.
And he's about to find out exactly who he just let go.

For eight years, I loved the boy next door. When my parents died, his family took me in. And on my twenty-first birthday, Grayson Hale finally kissed me.
That same night, I heard him laughing with his frat brothers.
“Easiest five hundred bucks I’ve ever made.”
I was just a bet.
When his ex came back, he took her side and humiliated me in front of everyone. So while he got ready to propose to her, I packed two suitcases and got on a plane to New York.
Now he’s followed me across the country, begging me to come home.
But this girl next door is done waiting.
This time, I walk away. And someone better is already waiting for me.

No tears. No scene. Just one thing —
A divorce agreement on the dining table, and she walked out the door.
Under Reason for Divorce, she wrote: Husband's sexual dysfunction.
For the first time, Fu Yuting's cold composure cracked. He tore the papers apart.
She just smiled. "That's fine. I made copies."
Three years she loved him. Three years he hurt her.
The moment she finally let go — he realized the woman who had lived for him would never look back.

A glass of drugged water left me completely naked on a hotel bed.

The task in the notebook was to accompany a stranger for three months, or else my nude photos would be exposed to everyone.

I had no choice but to agree and sacrifice my first time.

That night was extremely painful!

Because I was still a virgin, when his strong body pressed down on me, all I could do was grip the bedsheets tightly.

My inexperience made the man frown; "Emily, you slut, why are you suddenly so tight?"

He had mistaken me for someone else. Clearly, the woman named Emily was not a virgin. I couldn't reveal that it was my first time, so I bit my lip and endured the pain as best as I could. It hurt so much!

"Does it feel good, woman?" The man smirked at me, "You just moaned, you know. At least you've made some progress tonight."

Oh my God, did I really moan?

Alison felt unbearable shyness, closing her eyes tightly, desperately hoping for everything to end soon...

Adeline Hayes gave everything to her husband, Adrian Carter, and their beloved daughter, Zora. Her youth. Her dreams. Her entire being.
But to them? She was nothing more than a convenient maid—summoned when needed, dismissed when not.
The final straw came when Zora said the words that shattered Adeline's heart:
"Daddy, divorce mom! I want Aunt Beth to be my new mommy."
That night, Adeline walked out. They were sure she'd come crawling back within a week. She never did.
Instead, Adeline reclaimed who she was:
★ Medical Prodigy — The genius who revolutionized pharmaceutical research before she turned twenty-five.
★ Underground Racing Legend — The ghost rider who's never lost a single midnight circuit.
★ Billion-Dollar Investor — The silent hand that moves markets and disappears without a trace.
She buried all of it. Burned her trophies. Archived her patents. For him. For their daughter.
And now? Now she's done being invisible.
*
"I gave you every chance," Adeline said coldly, tapping the finalized divorce papers as Adrian's face crumbled before her. "You chose to waste every single one."
She leaned in, just close enough for him to feel the heat of her contempt.
"Now get the hell out of my world."

To get pregnant, I gave up a career my peers all envied. The day I finally conceived, my husband brought his mistress home to live with us.
He shoved me into the table without a second thought.
Nana Mae fell trying to protect me—her head cracking against the marble floor.
"Call an ambulance!" Blood soaked through my hands. My abdomen tore with pain.
"Sienna's too fragile. She can't handle the sight of blood." He scooped up his mistress and walked out, leaving the two of us on the floor.
"You can't leave this bed—it could hurt the baby." I ignored the doctor's warning and stayed at Nana Mae's bedside anyway.
Ten minutes earlier, she'd posted on Instagram: a tiny band-aid on her hand, his fingers wrapped around hers.

At our wedding, my fiancé slapped me in front of both our families—all because of his bridesmaid.
That same day, I took off my engagement ring and called off the wedding.
Everyone thought I was just acting out in the heat of the moment.
After all, Charles Harrow and I had grown up together. I'd been in love with him since I was little, following him around for twelve whole years.
But this time, I meant it.
Later, when he finally found me, he stared at me in disbelief and asked,
"Why? Over one slap?"
I answered calmly, "Yes. Over one slap."

I was murdered. My body was dumped on the riverbank.
The detective leading the case is Brennan Carter — my husband. He has sworn to find the killer of this "unidentified female." He doesn't know the victim is me.
I've been missing for seven days. My colleagues and supervisors keep calling Brennan to ask where I am. Dismissing it as a tantrum, he's spent the week doing one thing: celebrating his mistress Tessa's birthday.
It wasn't until my phone turned up at the crime scene that it finally hit him — the wife he'd wished would disappear might actually be gone.

I’m Molly Johnson. At my own engagement party, I witnessed my fiancé’s betrayal with my stepsister right before my eyes. Devastated, I turned around and married Edward Howard—a wealthy heir rumored to be terminally ill, with not much time left to live.
Everyone laughed, saying I was in a hurry to become a widow. But little did they know, I leaned close to his ear, my breath warm and teasing: “Since you don’t have much time left, why not play a little game with me?”
I flirted with him, tempted him, watched as his indifference slowly melted into a blush at the tips of his ears.
Until one day, he cornered me against the wall, his eyes burning with longing. “Molly… tease me again. Please.”

To marry me, my fiancé Sebastian Knight said he wanted his childhood friend Isabella to be our surrogate.

I agreed. Because I couldn't have children, and the Knight family desperately needed an heir.

After Isabella "successfully" got pregnant, Sebastian became a completely different person. He started making her nutritious meals, accompanying her to prenatal appointments, even memorizing every food she disliked.

Yet he couldn't even remember my birthday.

Two weeks before our wedding, I received an anonymous email.

The video on the screen made me understand everything in an instant—Sebastian and Isabella were in bed together.

So this was his "surrogacy plan."

I, his fiancée, was just the last fool to find out.

I canceled all the wedding arrangements, tore up the wedding dress, and threw away the ring.

On our original wedding day, Isabella gave birth to his son in the delivery room, while I was already sitting in first class on a flight abroad.

Sebastian, this time I'M the one leaving YOU.

I had been dead for several days, and Silverclaw Pack,the biggest pack’s Alpha, Holden Carter still didn’t know.
He hadn’t come home once.
After all, I was just the "the daughter least favored by her father"
from the Blackfang Pack’s Alpha .
He never care since we met at my coming-of-age ball, I fell for him at first sight — like a lovesick fool.
Until Joe, his Beta, casually scrolling through Facebook, suddenly froze.
"Holden, there’s been a... death. At one of your hotels."
Alpha Holden didn’t react at first, just kept flipping through documents.
Then Joe’s voice cracked. "It’s Claire Chen."
Holden’s fingers, poised above his own phone, stopped dead on the screen.
He had just seen the news article.
His heart seized painfully in his chest.

After three years together, Adrian had never truly remembered my name.
But I never expected him to open a ring box at his family’s dinner, propose to me in front of everyone—and call another woman’s name.
Everyone assumed Serena was his fiancée, while I was nothing more than a secret he kept in the shadows.
He asked me to play along and promised he would explain everything later. He gave her my promotion, my ring, and my dignity, then told me he would make it up to me next month.
Until I decided to leave New York and fly to London alone.
This time, I would no longer wait for him to remember who I was.

My fiancé was going to humiliate me at our own wedding.

I know because I heard him think it.

I'm Isabella Rossi — mafia heiress, future bride to Lorenzo Falcone, the golden boy of New York's underworld. Our marriage was supposed to unite two empires.

I also have a secret. I can read minds. But only when people want to use me, hurt me, or destroy me.

Lorenzo's thoughts had been silent for three years. I thought that meant he loved me.

The night before the wedding, I finally heard him. The mistress he'd planted in the crowd. The fake pregnancy reveal. The plan to humiliate me at the altar so he could play the victim — and steal my family's power in the chaos.

On our wedding day, my fiancé left me and an entire room of guests waiting for two full hours so he could go to the airport and pick up the woman he’d never gotten over.

When he finally showed up, he was standing protectively at her side. Then he told me to “be reasonable and stop making a scene.”

In that moment, the love I’d held on to for twelve years simply disappeared.

I threw down my bouquet and called off the wedding right then and there.

Furious, he demanded, “You’re doing this because I was late?”

“Yes. Because you were late.”

"Give Paige the tickets. I'll buy you a new bag tomorrow."

That was Caleb's first sentence to me on our five-year anniversary. His black Maybach idled at the curb. Paige stood closely behind him, wiping her tear-stained face. She had just climbed out of his passenger seat; I was just holding the two Nova VIP passes that took a miracle to score.

"She needs a distraction," Caleb added, fully expecting my usual quiet surrender.

I looked at them. No screaming. No tears. I just placed the tickets into his hand, turned on my heel, and left.

Let them enjoy the show. There was no space for me in that crowded arena, just like there was no space left for me in his world.

The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves.

Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.

Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.

Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."

The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.

He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."

"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."

Even my son took her side.

"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"

But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.

When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."

I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.

"I'm dying."

I was falsely accused of killing my sister. My husband personally sent me to prison. Three years later, he picked me up, and that very night he stripped off my clothes and fucked me brutally.

He said, "The child your sister and I had together has a heart condition. You have to give birth to a baby to save him. This is what you owe your sister!"

For three years, I loved my brother's best friend in secret. Ethan Blake promised that on his twenty-eighth birthday, he would finally tell everyone I was his girlfriend. Instead, he leaned close at dinner and joked that he was tired of me.
In my first life, I fought for him, married him, and died waiting for a husband who never came. In this life, I smiled and gave him exactly what he asked for.

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?

During the day, I was his brightest student,
and at night, his most compatible bed partner.
I thought he had genuine feelings for me,
but it turned out I was just a tool for him to satisfy his desires because he couldn't bring himself to touch his fiancée.
He made me understand my place,
telling me not to delude myself into him down with a child,
saying that we were just satisfying each other's needs.
I grabbed my suitcase and turned to leave,
clinging to my fragile dignity,
leaving behind my shattered heart and bitter tears.

I lay alone in a freezing hospital bed, gritting my teeth through the raw, burning pain of another round of skin-graft treatment. Every inch of me burned, as if fire ants were crawling beneath my skin.
And my fiancé, Alpha Mason, was in the room next door.
Serena, his childhood sweetheart, had a mild headache. Just a headache. Yet Mason sat at her bedside, blowing gently on spoonfuls of chicken soup before feeding them to her, as if she were the one who had almost died.
By the time I made it to her room and pushed the door open, I heard his voice before I saw him. Cold. Careless. Amused.
“Cora’s burn scars make me sick to look at,” he said to his Beta and a few high-ranking wolves gathered in Serena’s room. “She chose to run into that fire for me. Why am I supposed to spend the rest of my life paying for it? God, she’s so dramatic.”
I stood there, frozen.

Ten o'clock on a Friday night. I'd just gotten my daughter down when my phone lit up.
A name I hadn't seen in three years: Preston Kane.
Sophie, it's been three years. You've had long enough to cool off. I land at Logan tomorrow night. Come pick me up, and bring your parents. Let's set a date.
Let's do the wedding on Isla Perla. You always talked about that place.
I stared at the screen. I sent back a single question mark. Then I added: We broke up three years ago.
A voice memo came back almost instantly. He sounded exactly the same. That same unshakable certainty.
"Broke up? Says who? I never said that. You haven't dated anyone in three years. You were waiting for me, obviously. Don't worry, I'm going to marry you. As for Nina, try to be the bigger person. She's the one who took care of me in London all this time. I'm sure you two will get along fine."
I turned my phone face down on the nightstand.

On Family Day at his private school, the teacher asked the children to give each member of their family a score.

On his card, my son, Leo, wrote:

"Dad, 100. Aunt Bianca, 100."

"Mom, 0. I hate her."

For three years I had fought my ex-husband, Damon, in court with everything I had. I gave up every cent of alimony just to win custody away from him.

But now, looking at that card, I was suddenly, completely tired.

When it was over, I handed Damon the signed papers giving up custody.

"He's yours," I said evenly. "The lawyers can handle the rest."

Damon is the don of New York's criminal underworld. He thought I was retreating so I could advance. He'd even had the papers drawn up for us to remarry, and he was waiting for me to sign and come home.

He seemed to have forgotten that his mistress had crushed my right hand under her stiletto heel, and that he had pulled strings to have my medical license revoked.

He'd forgotten, too, that on the day my mother was in a car accident, he stopped the doctors from going into the operating room, just to force me to give in.

The day my mother died on that table, my heart died with her.

So when he was sure I would bow my head, I nodded. I pretended to agree to meet him at City Hall in three days to remarry.

Damon waited outside City Hall all day with his bodyguards. He had no idea I was already on a plane to London.

He thought I would have nowhere to go, just like before.

But he forgot one thing. A woman who has already lost everything never looks back.

“Ever since Nora turned thirty-two, her scent’s changed... It’s faded.”
Eight years ago, I found him soaking wet on my doorstep: a nineteen-year-old rogue cast out by his own pack. I took him in. I made him my mate. I gave him my pack, my wealth, everything I owned.
Now my fated mate says I smell old. And that sweet peach scent clinging to his skin? It belongs to a twenty-year-old Omega who calls him “my Alpha.”
He expects me to cry. He expects me to beg.
He forgot who the real Alpha is.
I, Nora Evers, Alpha of the Silver Creek Pack, reject you, Leon Cross, as my mate.
A woman of thirty-two has money, time, and nothing left to prove. She can afford to play. And she can damn well afford to lose.

When Brenna’s father sells her to a band of passing warriors, her only thought is to survive. She doesn’t expect to be claimed by the two fearsome warriors who lead the Berserker clan. Kept in captivity, she is coddled and cared for, treated more like a savior than a slave. But when Brenna discovers the truth behind the myth of the fearsome warriors, she must choose: remain a captive or give into love as the Alpha's true mate.  Author's note: The Alpha's Captive is a compilation of previously published titles, Sold to the Berserkers & Mated to the Berserkers.

Melisa returns to her hometown of Greenville and reunites with her childhood friend, Jack Louis.

Jack is one of the most terrifying legends whose life story has become an urban legend in the Appalachian Mountains region. He was the sole survivor of a tragic massacre perpetrated by his uncle that killed his aunt and his two cousins.

Melisa falls in love with Jack who is quiet, cold, mysterious and expressionless. In order to try to get Jack's attention and love, she is willing to take terrible risks that could threaten her life due to the terrible power that Jack Louis has.

Eve is left with no choice other than getting married to Jason who is arrogant and has not an iota of respect for her. Eve is in need of changing the poor status of her family and Jason needs to secure his company by getting a wife.

Their marriage is built on pretence and deceit for the sake of keeping his company and her family's new wealth.

However, things change the minute Jason finds out Eve was a virgin the next morning after their first sex.

Nineteen-year-old Tiffany Dion is daddy's little girl, and she would do anything to save her father's company, even if that includes getting married to a pompous show off who calls her a rude brat.

Although her husband to be is currently top three among the world's youngest directors, Tiffany can't help but think that he's just childish and annoying.

At first, they had it out for each other, fighting over the pettiest and darnest things, but after everything, they put aside their differences and let love lead them. But not without facing some obstacles in the way of their love.

Shawn always comes to her rescue whenever she's in danger because she's his brat. Not anyone's but his.

Eve is left with no choice other than getting married to Jason who is arrogant and has not an iota of respect for her. Eve is in need of changing the poor status of her family and Jason needs to secure his company by getting a wife.

Their marriage is built on pretence and deceit for the sake of keeping his company and her family's new wealth.

However, things change the minute Jason finds out Eve was a virgin the next morning after their first sex.