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My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck. "Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety." He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her. I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper. When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect. He raised the whip. "Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach. "Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down. I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner. He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden. I finally fled, vanishing into the night. It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted. He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man. The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently. "Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even." I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt. "You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."

Ainsley Jones and Jessica Gilbert were good friends until they met and fell in love with a certain sexy playboy. Jessica Gilbert is a naïve woman and a social recluse. She hardly follows the tabloids or pays attention to news about celebrities. Her naiveté is seen in her ignorance of the feelings her boss had been nursing for her over the years. Her social lapses also explain why she met and slept with Damian Gregory, a public playboy. Sleeping with a total stranger was something on most ladies secret to-do list, but not when the stranger is Damian, the billionaire playboy. In contrast to her friend, Ainsley Jones is a socialite, a celebrity, and a bad bitch. She was always seen with the most eligible bachelor in town, only to dump them for another better catch. As the CEO of SMUGSHOT -a musical company, she is bossy and talented, rich and experienced enough to make good business calls. This is why she picks up talents from the street as her father had done. One of these talents is Peter, a blind boy who sings wonderfully. At her 30th birthday party, Damian walks into her lair. She knew the moment Damian walked into her party that night exactly who he was and just what he was capable of. But it was her day, and a girl's gotta have some fun. So, just this once, she broke her own rule and slept with the playboy. And now, it appears her best friend was crushing over him, and she also wanted the bad boy. She would do anything to make sure her sweet, naïve friend knows just who Damian is and why he was the very last person she should date. Only she knew; she was falling for the man in the process herself. These two ladies were good friends until Damian walked into their lives. The result was an exhausting battle of shades between them and a fight for a man whose end game is fun. As the two friends engage in a destructive relationship, they will come to discover some hidden truths about their friendship. Will they be able to solve their love triangle issue and continue their friendship, or will the playboy be the end of them? Damian Gregory just wanted a fun time. He had no interest in being a drag in the mud by two friends, closer than sisters. But once a bad boy, always a bad boy. He realises too late that he was in the middle of a deep friendship he never meant to destroy. But when he decided to walk away, he finds out he's in love with one of them. How was he to make a pick and not destroy them all? On the one hand, is sweet Jessica. On the other is bad girl Ainsley. What is a billionaire man to do?

In the year 2333, humanity has fallen and ruled by werewolves. Bellatrix Sinclair, an 18-year-old weapons prodigy that despises werewolves for destroying her family has been secretly planning to join the human rebellion. However, she is forced into the Mate Selection Process and matched with Lazarus De Loughrey, the ruthless Werewolf King obsessed with claiming her. He shouldn't want her and she should hate him but they cannot resist each other. It's a twisted connection, entirely physical because all I am is his slave. My heart should belong to my best friend Emmett, a human. Atleast the guilt of betrayal wouldn't be eating away at my insides. ___________________________ "Yes please." She begs. "Then fucking let me in." I growled, this fury exploding with vengeance. I wanted to destroy her pussy. It was maddening, it was sickening, it was barbaric. But I never claimed to be saint. "Here that baby, that's the sound of your greedy pussy sucking on my cock. Give me more, drench me." "Lazarus." She moans painfully, "Please let me come." I'm doused in gasoline and set alight, sweat coats my skin as I pound into her faster and harder. I'm definitely hurting her, "Wanna come?" I rasped, "Not until I say so." Pressing my lips onto hers, pushing my tongue into her mouth until I feel the sweetness of hers. The kiss is sloppy and filthy. She cries as I drive my cock into her, the intensity too much to handle, sweet tears sliding onto her cheeks. "Fuck yes." I smile sadistically, licking her tears. "Cry for me Ma Cherie." "Please, please let me come My King." She pleads. "Say it again." Lightening shooting down my spine as she begged, "My King, please let me come. I'll be good." I chuckled, "Try your luck to kill me Ma Cherie, I dare you."

The smell of hospital antiseptic still clung to my hair, a sharp, chemical reminder of the emptiness in my womb. The elevator to the penthouse rose with a smooth, silent velocity that made my head spin. I pressed a hand to my lower abdomen, where the cramping was a dull, rhythmic throb—a second heartbeat where the real one had stopped three days ago. Ten years. Ten years of building a life, a company, a home. And all I wanted now was the cool sheets of my own bed and the oblivion of sleep. The elevator doors slid open, revealing the foyer of our San Francisco penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows framed the gray skyline, the city drowning in a persistent drizzle. I walked toward the master bedroom, my steps heavy, my legs feeling like they were filled with lead. I reached for the biometric pad next to the double mahogany doors.

The world came back to me in fragments—harsh white light bleeding through my eyelids, the antiseptic bite of hospital air, the steady beep of machines measuring a heartbeat I wasn't sure I wanted to keep. My eyes fluttered open, and for the first time in five years, I saw. Colors assaulted me. The sterile white ceiling tiles. The pale green walls. The chrome edges of medical equipment reflecting fluorescent light. Everything was too bright, too sharp, too real. I tried to sit up, but my body felt disconnected, as if I'd forgotten how to inhabit it with sight restored. "Miss Jordan, please lie still." A nurse appeared at my bedside, her face coming into focus—round cheeks, dark eyes filled with professional concern. "You've just had surgery.

A faint gasp escaped my throat as I held both sides of the chair and bit my lower lips with my eyes closed. Damn! I want this, this is what I have been looking for. Excitement exploded through my body as I felt Luciano's middle finger attempt to move my pants aside then he stopped. "You have to be a good girl and be patient" His voice sounds hoarse "I want you to beg for it". A mischievous smirk appeared on his face as he watch me quickly put down my skirt and close my legs. I can't believe what I just let happen. dang it! "You fucking, dickhead!" I groaned through clenched teeth. Luciano just shrugged, he took a sharp turn toward the entrance of our father's mansion. "I can be your favorite dick" he smirked.

Ari's secretary took a fancy to my wedding ring, and I casually handed it to her. I even offered her all the jewelry I'd brought into the marriage. Ari complimented me for finally showing some sense and promised to take me to Switzerland to see the Alps. But on the day we were supposed to leave, the secretary had a breakdown and tried to harm herself in her apartment. Without a moment's hesitation, Ari left me stranded in the suburbs, and I nearly ran into trouble because I got lost. He brushed off my concerns with, "As a boss, I need to care for my employees' wellbeing. Kiara's going through a rough patch, so I'm taking her on a trip to relax. You're so understanding; I know you won't mind." He promised to make it up to me with the most breathtaking views of the Alps when he got back. Little did he know, I didn't care anymore. On the first day Ari whisked his secretary off to Switzerland, I had already erased all traces of myself from our home.

The morning of Eloise's fifth birthday dawned crisp and clear, sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows as I finished frosting her favorite chocolate cake. My daughter had been up since dawn, practically vibrating with excitement about the special day ahead. She'd spent weeks preparing something special for her father—a drawing she'd worked on in secret, carefully hidden under her pillow each night. "Mama, is Daddy going to like my surprise?" Eloise bounced on her toes beside me, her dark eyes—so much like Jesse's—sparkling with hope. My heart clenched at the innocent question. "I'm sure he will, sweetheart," I managed, though the words tasted bitter on my tongue. Six years of watching Jesse barely acknowledge our daughter had taught me to temper my expectations, but I couldn't bring myself to dim her joy. When Jesse finally appeared for breakfast, still adjusting his tie with the mechanical precision of a man going through the motions, Eloise practically launched herself at him. "Daddy! Daddy!

He pressed our hands together, mixing our blood as he spoke the words that sealed my fate. “I, Alpha Kayden Maxwell of the Blood Moon pack, reject Leah James as my mate.” The words hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from my lungs. The pain that followed was unbearable, like my soul was being torn in two. I gasped and clutched my chest as the bond between us snapped. “I… I, Leah James, accept your rejection.” Kayden turned away from me as if I was nothing more than a nuisance. “Now that that’s done, I have another announcement. Selena will be my mate. She has all the qualities of a future Luna.” The crowd erupted into cheers. Their approval for Selena was loud and clear. I watched as she stepped forward. She leaned into Kayden as if to mark her territory. The sight of them together made my stomach turn. ********************************* Leah’s world shatters when her fated mate, Alpha Kayden, rejects her for another. Heartbroken, she discovers that she is not just an ordinary wolf. In fact, she is the last heir to a powerful bloodline. As dark forces rise and her hidden powers awaken, Leah must face the truth about her past and the dangerous future ahead. With a prophecy threatening to destroy everything, Leah is forced to choose between love and power. Can she and Kayden stop the coming storm or will her destiny tear them apart forever?

Eight years ago, during their high school, Isabel Morgan's heart was shattered by Sebastian Briggs-the man she once believed was her forever. Now, at her best friend's wedding, fate throws them back into each other's lives. But instead of rekindled romance, Sebastian demands her hand in marriage... not out of love, but out of revenge. Cold, ruthless, and determined to make her pay, Sebastian tells himself he'll never let Isabel close to his heart again. Yet the more he tries to break her, the more he risks falling into the same dangerous passion that once consumed them. Is this marriage the end of their story-or the beginning of a love neither of them can escape?

I was the invisible trophy wife, a silent liability who just signed away another two years of my life for a monthly allowance and a closet full of clothes. My husband, Holmes Wilson, didn't even look at me as he dismissed me like a servant, his voice a cold baritone that made the room drop ten degrees. Everything changed when he suddenly threw a divorce agreement at me, offering twenty million dollars to walk away forever. That night, I shed the mask and went to a club to celebrate my freedom, only to end up dismantling three men with the surgical efficiency of a spec-ops soldier to save my friend. I didn't know Holmes was watching from the shadows, his eyes locked on the "lifeless" wife he thought he knew. The next morning, the divorce was gone, replaced by a predatory ultimatum that turned my world into a gilded cage. "Withdraw the papers," Holmes commanded, his gaze now filled with a terrifying curiosity. "We're going to the Hamptons." My family-in-law cornered us, demanding an heir for board control, while my secret handler went completely dark. Holmes trapped me in his penthouse, suspecting I was a corporate spy, his touch becoming a possessive trap as he realized my entire background was a "ghost file" that shouldn't exist. I didn't understand how my carefully rehearsed theater had failed so spectacularly, or why the man who had ignored me for years was now obsessed with breaking my secrets. As the world outside hunted for the data I carried, I realized the man I feared most was now my only shield. "There's nowhere left for you to run," he whispered against my skin, his voice thick with a dark, dangerous obsession. "You're mine now."

Princess Adrienne doesn't do gowns, politics, or obedience. She does swords, battle, and telling arrogant princes exactly where they can shove their heroics. So when the cocky bastard who "saved" her on the battlefield turns out to be Prince Orion-her betrothed-she's ready to murder him before she'll marry him. He's a legend. Undefeated. Insufferable. She's savage. Stubborn. And refuses to be any man's prize. Neither wants this marriage. Both have secrets. And when duty forces them together, the hatred burns almost as hot as the desire they're trying to ignore. In a game of crowns, the most dangerous move is falling for your enemy.

Dumped by her family onto a humiliating blind date with a man who shows up in a dead man's coat and can't cover the bar tab, a discarded sommelier walks in already knowing more than anyone at the table. The "loser" is the buried heir to a collapsed hedge fund dynasty. She isn't there for love—she's there for a forged death certificate with her father's name on it, and the man who signed it. As she plays the doting fiancee and funnels his hidden accounts into shells of her own, the family that threw them both away starts to circle back. By the time they understand who the castoff bride really is, the fund is already hers. The only thing she didn't plan for was him.

The blue glow of my laptop screen was the only light in my home office as I rubbed my tired eyes. It was nearly midnight, but the quarterly reports wouldn't review themselves. Julian had texted earlier saying he was working late again—the third time this week. I didn't question it; we both had demanding careers. As I reached for my coffee mug, a small animated kitten suddenly popped up in the corner of my screen. The desktop pet Julian had given me for our anniversary last month was supposedly just a cute decoration—a digital companion to keep me company during late nights. "Look, it even has your eyes," he'd said with that charming smile that still made my heart flutter after five years of marriage. The kitten avatar stretched and pawed at the screen, which was normal. What wasn't normal was the chat box that suddenly appeared beside it. "Julian, go buy lobster rolls at midnight NOW!

For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."

**Blurb:** Ivonne, a despised werewolf with a rogue lineage, thought marrying her fated mate, Alpha Lincoln, would finally win his love. But after a tragic accident causes her to lose her pregnancy, her life spirals into despair as Lincoln abandons her for his pregnant ex, leaving Ivonne broken and betrayed. Out of desperation, she enters a dangerous contract marriage with the ruthless Alpha Tobias, Lincoln’s powerful uncle, agreeing to bear him a child despite knowing she can’t conceive. But what will she do when she suddenly discovers that this man she is cheating is her second chance mate? And what will she do when she miraculously finds herself pregnant, but doesn't know who the father is. As two powerful men battle over her, Ivonne is forced to survive her tumultuous new life, even as old wounds resurface, new enemies appear and deadly secrets emerge. Will Ivonne find happiness with the man she’s grown to love, or will her past destroy her once and for all?

For eight years, I was raised to be his queen. My entire world was built on the promise that I would marry Dante Moretti, the future Don of the city's most powerful family. But on the eve of our betrothal, I overheard his plan. He was going to cast me aside for another woman, Isabella, and a street orphan he would pass off as his heir. He publicly humiliated me at his party, introducing her as his true queen. When a crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling, he used his own body to shield her, leaving me to be crushed beneath it. Later, after falsely accusing me of attacking her, he shoved my head under the freezing water of a pool, hissing that my love for him was "disgusting." But the truth that finally destroyed me was worse. For ten years, Dante had been obsessed with a scent he thought was mine. It was all a lie—a custom perfume Isabella had been wearing all along. I was never the one he wanted; I was just a case of mistaken identity. After he broke my bones and shattered my spirit, I finally made a choice. I accepted my brother's offer to escape to the rival Falcone territory. As our jet prepared for takeoff, I blocked Dante's frantic calls without looking back. This time, I was leaving for good.

She only wanted to protect the man she loved... but she changed him instead. Rena never imagined that her creation would turn into something powerful, something dangerous yet still deeply tied to her heart. Beneath the darkness, he still remembers her... still wants her... still loves her in a way only a monster can. Now, caught between fear and a love she can't let go of, Rena must decide can she save him... or will she fall for the monster she created?

Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow. Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars. The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom. "Mommy!" When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor. Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse. But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind. Cason Richmond. The name, the town, the abusive aunt—it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld. How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt? The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness. But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim. Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall. Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it.

Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress. Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door. Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest. "Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises." The original owner had left her an absolute mess. Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings. If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days. Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic. Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies? She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim. Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest. "I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm. She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.

Eliza Livingstone has been betrothed since childhood to Matthew Vanderbilt. For years, she endured his cold cruelty, clinging to a childhood memory—she believed he once saved her life. On the eve of their wedding, Matthew throws their heirloom ring into a lake and storms off. Eliza dives into the freezing water to retrieve it, desperate to uphold her family's legacy. But when she overhears Matthew confessing that he’s been plotting revenge—blaming her for his ex Rose’s death and planning to ruin her and her family—Eliza’s world shatters. The wedding is canceled. The groom is replaced. And Eliza, no longer the obedient bride, begins her journey toward truth, power, and real love.

Wren Calloway thought she'd married the love of her life — Rowan Ashford, the magnetic Alpha of the Silver Ridge Pack, who pursued her with a devotion that felt almost supernatural. Three years of what she believed was a fated bond. Three years of building a life, earning the pack's loyalty, and ignoring the small, quiet things that didn't add up. Then she found the basement. Now every memory is a crime scene. The perfect courtship. The too-convenient "fated mate" reveal. The way he isolated her from her birth pack right before her twenty-fifth birthday — the age her bloodline awakens. Rowan wasn't her mate. He was her handler. And the man she caught him with? That's the real Alpha pulling the strings. As Wren's dormant Moonborn power surges to life, she must untangle three years of lies while the pack fractures around her. But revenge isn't her only problem — because Beckett Caine, the ruthless enforcer sent by the Council to investigate Silver Ridge, looks at her like he already knows every secret she's about to uncover. And his wolf has decided she belongs to him.

Trevor, Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack, convinced me to spend a year abroad in Europe, claiming it would strengthen our alliance. But it was all a ruse so his childhood friend, Kataleya Jackson, a healer from the Shadow Claw Pack, could have his child. She proudly posted her maternity photos on Instagram with the caption: "The best childhood buddy in the world has made my dream of becoming a mom come true." As comments poured in urging them to mate quickly, my anger boiled over. I couldn’t resist commenting: "Congrats on your undying love—hope it never bears fruit." Trevor bombarded my phone with calls, and when I finally answered, he launched into a tirade. "What’s with your sarcastic remarks? I was just fulfilling a childhood promise to her." I hung up and immediately began the process of dissolving our mate bond. There was no way I could remain Luna of the Crimson Fang Pack after this. I had just finished canceling all the arrangements when Trevor showed up. He must have been tending to Kataleya, who had just given birth, judging by the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled appearance. But he wasted no time blaming me.

My husband Declan' s recklessness on a ski slope left me with chronic pain and unable to have children. He played the part of my devoted caretaker, but his perfect facade shattered when a stray cat, abandoned by our new neighbor, purred against his leg with a chilling familiarity. That whisper of betrayal led me to her apartment, where I found his pregnant mistress, Bridgett. She smirked, calling me Declan's "perpetually ill wife" and flaunted the baby I could never give him. When I demanded a divorce, both our families turned on me, calling me hysterical and greedy. Declan dropped to his knees, begging for forgiveness, but his "love" felt like a cage built on my pain and his lies. The truth, however, was far more monstrous. Bridgett later appeared on my doorstep, terrified, revealing Declan had forced her to lose their baby-a twisted "proof of love" meant to win me back. As he pounded on my door, confessing his crime and screaming that I was his, I realized I hadn't just married a cheater. I had married a monster.