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Every night, Lucian would give me medication and then send me off to the beds of his seven different "buddies." They made a bet: "No protection allowed. Whoever gets her pregnant in a month owes Lucian two million dollars." A month later, I was indeed pregnant. The moment Lucian got the test results, he promptly arranged for an abortion. "Get rid of this kid, and we'll marry right away," he said. I slapped him hard, waving around the marriage certificate. "Get lost. Do not disturb the wedding between me and the baby's father." --- "Miss Hoffman, it's not a stomach illness, nor did you eat something bad. You're pregnant." Dr. Lawrence's words echoed in my mind, refusing to fade. Pregnant?

The rain battered against the stone walls of the Pack House, echoing the hollow ache inside my chest. It had been exactly three years. Three years since the rogue attack that turned my life into a waking nightmare. Three years since I held the cold, tiny body of my daughter, Kiara, and screamed until my throat bled. Today, the pack was silent, respectful of the Alpha’s mourning—or so I thought. I clutched the small velvet box containing the only thing I had left of her: a silver locket. I wanted Bennett to go with me to the gravesite. As the Alpha and my Chosen Mate, he should have been by my side. But he wasn’t in his office, and he wasn’t in our bedroom. "Council meetings," he had told me this morning, his eyes failing to meet mine.

"Drink this, and I'll ensure your mother's safety." Five months pregnant, Cynthia was forced by her Alpha, Killian, to down an entire bottle of strong liquor and dress up as a clown to entertain his so-called "savior." She endured the humiliation, clinging to a sliver of hope. It wasn't until the banquet that she discovered her mother had been disposed of in an unmarked grave by him three months prior! That night, her heart shattered. In front of everyone, she cut all ties with him and escaped through the window with the child in her womb. Killian went mad, coughing up blood and scouring the world for her for five whole years. Five years later, she returned, a master potion maker, with a quick-witted child by her side. Upon their reunion, the once arrogant pack leader humbly knelt in the rain, begging her to come back. But the little one coldly blocked him, "Sir, stop pretending. Mommy said good exes should vanish themselves."

No!" My voice rang loudly. "Like I said, this is the first time I've even been in this city." "Ah, I see..." His voice shifted. "I was going to give you a different punishment. But since you claim you haven't slept with me..." He leaned forward, his smile cruel. "Why not refresh your memory?" When Matteo's empire is shaken by betrayal, a stolen jewel, a night of seduction turned deception, his wrath is swift. He vows to hunt down the thief who dared to cross him. But fate delivers him the wrong girl. Silesia Elton is twenty-three, an orphan from the quiet seaside town of Averna. She comes to Bellmere chasing nothing more than a job, a chance, a future. Instead, she is mistaken for the thief who stole from the king. Kidnapped, accused, and punished, her innocence is shattered in a single night of cruelty. By the time Matteo realizes the truth, it's too late. Silesia is gone, leaving behind nothing but tears and the echo of words he has never heard before: "I don't want your money." But Matteo cannot forget her. Dreams of her innocence haunt him, stirring something he has never known, remorse. Guilt sharpens into obsession, and soon the man who swore never to chase anyone finds himself searching for the girl who slipped through his fingers. Meanwhile, Silesia struggles to survive in a city that devours the weak. Betrayed by the law, cast out by kindness, she is forced into the shadows, where every hand that offers help demands a piece of her soul. Yet even as she runs from the man who ruined her life, fate drives her back into his world. Caught between the two is Matias Loki, Matteo's twin, a man who hides warmth behind ambition and whose gentle eyes see in Silesia the light his brother cannot hold. But desire between brothers is dangerous, and Silesia becomes the spark that threatens to burn the empire down.

Cora thought she was the luckiest woman alive, married to a devoted tech billionaire who showered her with custom haute couture and obsessive care. But his "protection" involved locking her inside their San Francisco estate, forcing her to swallow foul neon-green supplements, and drawing her blood with highly classified veterinary needles. She thought it was just his extreme paranoia, until a cynical doctor cornered her at a charity gala. "Kendrick isn't raising a wife. He's curating a very rare, very fragile medical specimen. You're his personal pharmacy." Terrified, Cora broke into Kendrick's hidden safe and found a medical report approving her total bone marrow and stem cell depletion. Kendrick wasn't a doting husband. He was raising her as a human bloodbag to save his terminally ill cousin. When she nearly uncovered the truth, Kendrick cried fake tears, claiming he only needed her antibodies. "Tomorrow, we are going to my private island in the Caribbean. Just the two of us. No internet. No guards. Just peace." Cora almost believed his vulnerable act, deeply confused by how a man who kissed her so tenderly could plan to slaughter her in cold blood. Then, while packing for the trip, she dropped a wooden box, revealing a hidden flight manifesto. Kendrick's return date was listed. Hers was completely blank. Stapled to the back was a clinical schedule: Intensive Marrow Harvesting - Final Stage. Patient will not require return transport. Hearing his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway, Cora gripped the sharp edges of the broken box. She was not going to be a slaughtered lamb on that island.

After her twin brother's unexplained death at Alpha Academy, Alexandria Hyde takes his place and his name to uncover the truth. Now living as "Alex," she's thrown into a world of hot, testosterone-fueled Alphas who fight to the brink of death... and she has to survive it while hiding who she really is. But staying hidden isn't easy– Not when the Alphas start noticing her. Not when the truth she's chasing might destroy her first. And definitely not when they start fighting for her instead.

Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back. To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars. But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life. Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce. Then came the real nightmare. Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building. At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER. To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage. "Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush. Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow. She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her. But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake. They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York. Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes. "I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."

BLURB: Elena Rivers only wanted to survive senior year quietly but one wrong seat next to Ryan Blackwood the school’s most feared and untouchable boy changes everything. He’s dangerous, untamed and hiding secrets darker than his tattoos. Elena is soon pulled into obsession, lies, and forbidden attraction that could destroy them both because loving Ryan Blackwood isn’t just risky… it’s deadly!

The crystal chandeliers cast dancing shadows across the marble floor as I stepped into the grand ballroom, my heart hammering against my ribs. The charity gala was everything I'd expected—opulent, intimidating, and filled with people whose jewelry probably cost more than most people's houses. My simple black evening dress, elegant but modest, felt suddenly inadequate among the sea of designer gowns that rustled like expensive whispers around me. "You look beautiful," Cameron murmured against my ear, his warm hand finding the small of my back. Even after three years of marriage, his touch still sent comfort flooding through my veins. "Remember, you belong here just as much as anyone else." I squeezed his hand, drawing strength from his steady presence. Our daughter skipped between us, her eyes wide with wonder at the glittering spectacle. At five years old, she possessed the fearless curiosity I'd lost somewhere along the way, her small hand clutching the delicate bracelet she'd helped me craft that morning. "Mommy, look at all the sparkly things!" she whispered, pointing toward the jewelry exhibition that dominated the far wall. Cameron's phone buzzed insistently.

Malcolm took my child away six times. Each time it was because Celia wanted to experience what it felt like to be a mother. After the seventh time, he didn't return her for a long while. He called me, saying, "They’re twins anyway, two daughters who look exactly alike, so giving Maisy to Celia isn’t a big deal." Meanwhile, Celia sent me a picture of herself feeding my daughter soda. She also sent a message: "Malcolm said I can just treat her like a toy." After that, my younger daughter was gone, and Malcolm's hair turned gray overnight. Our seven-year relationship was completely over. ================================= "Her head is so soft, her hands too," Celia kept texting me, adding, "She’s even more fun than a doll; I can feed her anything I want." It felt like something snapped in my mind, a buzzing filled my ears. I tried calling her, but she never picked up. I had no choice but to call Malcolm. My anxiety made me drop the phone repeatedly, silently begging for him to answer quickly.

The cold stone table beneath me had become as familiar as my own bed these past months. I stared at the ceiling of the medical chamber, counting the cracks in the plaster as the pack healer inserted another needle into my arm. The sharp sting barely registered anymore. "Hold still," he muttered, though I hadn't moved. My body had learned that resistance only made things worse. I watched my blood flow through the clear tube, crimson life force destined for another woman's veins. For Luna Blackwood. The woman my mate had chosen over me, despite our bond, despite the child growing inside me. His child. The first rays of dawn filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows across the room.

For four years, I was the grieving wife of a mafia Don, drowning in the memory of our dead son. My husband, Eli, held me through it all. But a trip to the records office on the anniversary of our son's death revealed a devastating truth. He had another son. A secret family. Worse, I discovered he was with his mistress the day our son died, having dismissed the security that could have saved him. He let me believe it was my fault. When I tried to leave, he brought his mistress and their son into our home, framing me as a madwoman. His mother accused me of hurting the boy, and Eli punished me by locking me in a dark, flooding room—a cruel echo of our son's drowning. To “cure” his new heir of my son’s “ghost,” they had my baby’s grave dug up. On a yacht, Eli held me down as his mistress emptied the ashes into the ocean. Then they left me to die in the water. When I washed ashore, his mistress was waiting to deliver the final, soul-crushing blow. She hadn't scattered the ashes. She’d flushed them down a toilet. I didn't want to escape him. I wanted to erase him. I found a neuroscientist with an experimental procedure and made my request: wipe the last ten years. I didn't want to leave my husband; I wanted to make it so he never existed at all.

I was meant to study law. Instead, the law sold me. My father's debts sold me into a contract marriage with Dante Moretti, the heir to a mafia empire who hides behind a billion-dollar legal empire. To the world, he's the polished, untouchable CEO. Behind closed doors, he's ruthless, demanding, and dangerously irresistible. I swore I'd outsmart him that I'd serve my time and win my freedom. But every kiss feels like a trap, every touch like a dare, and every secret I uncover pulls me deeper into his world. And the longer I stay, the harder it is to remember: Am I his prisoner... or his bride?

She was replaced at her own wedding. He offered her the perfect revenge. Emma Hartley's wedding day became her worst nightmare when her fiancé, billionaire Adrian Castellan, let another woman take her place at the altar. For three years, she'd endured his coldness, his manipulation, his cruelty-all while believing she wasn't good enough. But she was wrong. She was too good for him. Enter Damien Cross-powerful, dangerous, and Adrian's sworn enemy. He makes Emma an offer she can't refuse: marry him, help destroy Adrian's empire, and walk away with five million dollars and her dignity restored. It's supposed to be fake. A business arrangement. Pure revenge. But when Damien looks at her like she's the only woman in the world... when his touch sets her on fire... when his protection feels more real than anything Adrian ever gave her... Emma realizes she's falling for her fake husband. The problem? - Adrian's not letting her go without a fight - Their marriage could land them both in prison - And Damien might only love the idea of her-not the real thing What started as a revenge plot is becoming the most dangerous game of all: love. Can a marriage built on lies become the most honest thing they've ever done? Or will their past destroy the future they're desperate to build?

On the night of our engagement party, I thought I had finally escaped the dark shadow of my mother's scandalous past. But my fiancé, Ashton, shattered my world with a single, cruel demand. He coldly announced he was marrying a wealthy executive for a business alliance, and I was to remain his secret lover in the shadows. He weaponized my mother's tragic suicide, claiming my ruined reputation made me unfit to be his official wife. When I firmly refused and threw the ring back, his new fiancée shoved me, shattered her own emerald brooch, and framed me in front of the arriving elite guests. "Look at her! A scandalous woman just like her mother!" Ashton didn't defend me. He pulled her close and watched impassively as the crowd poured wine over my head and kicked me to the marble floor. I curled up in the cold rain, unable to comprehend how the savior who once protected me from bullies had become my absolute worst tormentor. Why did he pull me out of the darkness only to bury me in it himself? But I refused to let history repeat itself and end up dead like my mother. Bleeding and drenched, I dragged myself up and climbed onto a private helicopter waiting on the roof. I left him and that cruel city behind forever. Eighteen years later, when I stood at the pinnacle of my industry with a loving husband by my side, a ruined, emaciated Ashton finally found me, begging for a single glance.

The lab was quiet at eleven PM, just the hum of equipment and the soft clink of my teaspoon against porcelain. I sat at my desk reviewing the final patent data, numbers I'd spent two years perfecting. Chamomile tea steamed beside my laptop—a small luxury I allowed myself during these late nights. The front door clicked open downstairs. Drake was home. I glanced at the time. Later than usual, even for him. I saved my work and headed down, finding him in the kitchen, loosening his tie with one hand while scrolling through his phone with the other. "Hey." I managed a smile, though exhaustion pulled at my bones. "Long mentoring session?" He looked up, and something flickered across his face before his expression smoothed into warmth.

When Evanna Langley wakes up in her abusive husband Bruce's bed—again—she realizes she's been given a second chance after dying from his violent push down their stairs. Now pregnant with the child that died with her in the previous timeline, she navigates gaslighting and escalating terror.

The full moon bathed the Pacific Northwest forest in an ethereal glow, illuminating the pine trees that stretched toward the night sky like silent sentinels. I ran with wild abandon, my paws barely touching the forest floor as I kept pace with the Moonstone Pack. For these precious moments, I could forget I was Luna Sophia Mitchell, the late-bloomer who had fought for her place. Here, in wolf form, I was simply Lyra—strong, free, and one with the night. *Isn't this perfect?* I sent the thought through our mind-link to Alexander, whose massive black wolf form led the pack ahead of me. His wolf, Titan, glanced back, amber eyes gleaming with affection. *Perfect because you're here, Luna.* The warmth of his response flooded through me, and I pushed myself faster, delighting in the way the cool night air rushed through my silver-gray fur. These moments made everything worth it—the sidelong glances from pack members who still whispered about my late-bloomer status, the cold formality of Eleonora's "guidance" on being a proper Luna, the crushing responsibilities of leading a pack that had never fully accepted me. But I had Alexander. For three years, he had been my rock, my salvation, my everything.

Caius glared at me as his jaw clenched. "What the fuck did you just do to my fiancée?" I can feel the rage in his voice. I took the bomb's activator from my bag and showed it to him. "Just one press here, and the bomb beside your woman will explode... All you have to do is sign that paper and we're good. I won't kill her anymore." Caius' lips parted. "You're fucking crazy... What kind of prank is this?! This isn't funny, Ms. Dominguez!" He raised his voice at me. I just smiled and pressed the knife deeper into his neck. I chuckled as if I'm out of my mind. "If you don't want that bitch to die... be my husband, Caius Lettiere." - Luisa met him... Caius Lettiere. She started stalking him, collecting his pictures, she enrolled at the university he's teaching in. She might threaten to bomb his fiancée, forced him to marry her, or even stay under one roof with him. An unhealthy feeling and obsession have bloomed inside her heart. She will do everything just to have him, by hook or by crook. Caius, a professor at a college university, has his eyes on Luisa. However, he pretends to hate her to make her more interested in him. When Caius's secrets are revealed to Luisa, will she change her mind and leave him, or will she become more obsessed and become his companion for life?

In the glittering kingdoms of Varelia and Astren, peace comes at a dangerous price - a royal marriage. Princess Elara of Varelia is proud, poised, and determined to protect her people from another war. But when her father arranges her engagement to Prince Kael of Astren - a man known more for scandal than statesmanship - she vows never to let her heart fall prey to his charm. Prince Kael has never cared for duty, politics, or love. Yet the moment he meets the fiery princess who despises him, something in him begins to shift. Behind his teasing smile lies a wounded heart... and a man desperate to prove he's more than his reputation. Thrust into a fragile alliance and a palace of secrets, Elara and Kael find themselves torn between pride and passion, duty and desire. When betrayal threatens to shatter the peace they've fought to build, they must decide whether love is strong enough to unite two kingdoms - and heal two hearts.

Within the elite social circles of Bexwell, one topic never ceased to captivate everyone: the arranged marriage from childhood between Brad Simpson, the playful scion of the Simpson family, and Bella Shaw, the most well-mannered daughter of the Shaw family. Bella learned to play the piano from a young age and was selected into the national classical dance troupe at ten. She was groomed to become the most elegant young lady. On the other hand, Brad started racing cars, wingsuit flying, and skydiving without a license by the age of fifteen. He had landed himself in the hospital countless times due to his thrill-seeking, extreme sports antics. Brad and Bella had totally different personalities, but they were forced to grow up as childhood companions due to the friendship between the Simpson and Shaw families. Although they had their clashing temperaments, they had been close to each other for over twenty years. In others' eyes, they were seen as a unique match made in heaven. Since they were kids, their family members always teased them. Bella always believed that she would marry Brad. So, on the day of their sixth anniversary, when Bella saw the wordless photo Brad posted on his social media, her mind went blank for a moment. In the photo, the woman's face was not visible, but her strapless dress revealed an impressive cleavage. The most eye-catching detail was the striking tattoo on her left chest-Drunk. Drunk was Brad's nickname.

Jordan was taken aback, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise. Chloe sighed, "Is there any other special cleaning you want in the room aside from the regular one?" she asked coolly. Jordan stared at her in disbelief. Her indifference stung him. Did she just ignore what he was saying? He waited three hours for her the day before. Of course he could never tell her that. He had been mad at himself for having such feelings. Right now, he couldn't be any madder. But the girl just stood there, looking so nonchalant, carefree, unconcerned. His business card was a treasure to anyone else, but she had trashed it. He clenched his jaw. For once, he was at a loss for words. Chloe spoke up, "I will get to work then." She turned to leave. "Hey!" Jordan bellowed. She stopped, frowning. Why was he so angry? "You will get to work, doing what? Telling everyone it wasn't you who made that mess?" he scoffed, "Isn't that what you were about to say to my mother?" Chloe put on a false perplexed look, "But that's the truth. We both know I am not the one at fault. What exactly are you scared of, Mister Cavanaugh? Why should it be a big deal?" "So you are going out there to tell on me?" he gave a low laugh. "No. Not really," Chloe said offhandedly, "I think I have my job back for now, thank you. I will face that and hope you don't play such games with me again." Jordan came closer to her, frowning, "Are you threatening me?". Chloe wanted to place her hands on his broad chest and push him away, he smelled so good, "Threatening you? Hell no, that's not a threat. I was just soliciting for peace. I didn't do anything wrong to you or your family. YOU wronged me, you ought to apologize. But I am not even asking you to". Jordan moved closer, step by step, until her back hit the door. His face hovered inches from hers, his breath warm, his eyes dark and unreadable. Chloe's heart skipped a beat, as she began to panic. Chloe Carson thought moving to Colorado would bring stability and a chance to rebuild her life. But her new job at the Cavanaugh mansion proves anything but simple, especially with Jordan, the handsome yet infuriating heir whose every word and glance keeps her on edge. As Chloe tries to find her footing, she also faces Niles, her cousin's crush, whose attraction to her awakens feelings she did not expect. Torn between Niles's gentle affection and Jordan's intoxicating pull, Chloe must navigate jealousy, secrets, and emotional traps she never saw coming. As unexpected consequences spiral around her, Chloe will have to decide whose heart she can trust... before it is too late.

I arrived at the hotel with Julian's favorite takeout, ready to surprise my fiancé before our big merger. But the moment I swiped the keycard, the silence of the hallway felt heavy and wrong. Inside, a red-soled stiletto lay on the marble floor-the same one I'd watched my best friend Lila try on at Saks last week. Through the cracked bedroom door, I watched Julian's back arch as Lila looked me straight in the eye and smiled, wrapping her legs tighter around him to mock my heartbreak. I fled to the penthouse to hide, only to find Grafton, Julian's "crippled" brother, waiting in the dark. To my horror, the man who was supposed to be paralyzed stood up from his wheelchair, gripped my chin with cold fingers, and forced me to sign a contract that gave him control of my family's shares. He knew about my mother's secret medical bills and used them to buy my silence, effectively turning my life into a calculated game of corporate chess. The betrayal tasted like acid, and the injustice of it all burned in my throat. My fiancé was a liar, my best friend was a thief, and the man now controlling my fate was a predator who had been faking his disability for years. I couldn't understand how everyone I trusted had turned out to be a monster. I was trapped between a man who cheated on me and a man who wanted to own me, with no way out and no one to turn to. But when Julian came looking for me, Grafton didn't hide; he stood tall, looming over me with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Help me destroy Julian," I rasped, realizing that to survive the Faulkner men, I had to become the most dangerous player of them all.

The flight from London was a six-hour blur of white noise and scotch that burned going down but refused to numb the panic clawing at my throat. I didn’t remember leaving the boardroom. I didn’t remember the drive to the airfield. All I possessed was the echo of the detective’s voice on the phone—*drowning*, *accident*, *Julien*—and the terrifying, hollow silence that followed. When the car tires crunched over the gravel of our Hamptons estate, the sanctuary I had paid ten million dollars for looked like a crime scene. Because it was. Red and blue strobe lights fractured the darkness, bouncing off the sleek glass of the modern windows and, more horrifyingly, off the surface of the infinity pool. The water, usually a sheet of calm turquoise, looked like oil under the flashing lights. I was out of the car before it stopped. My heels sank into the manicured lawn, ruining the Italian leather, but I couldn’t feel my feet.