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My fiancé, Jacob, crashed another woman' s wedding. I found out from a viral video while preparing his favorite dessert to celebrate our upcoming IVF cycle. It was Kierra Gates, the "struggling artist" he always claimed to pity. This wasn't the first time. Three years ago, he beat a man bloody for her, a public scandal that nearly broke us. I stood by him then, swallowing the humiliation and my friends' warnings. I even forgave him for the miscarriage his violent outburst caused. He swore it was over, that our future, our family, was all that mattered. But as I watched the video of him snatching her from the altar, his promises echoed like a cruel joke. He' d abandoned me again, on the cusp of our dream, for the same woman. My love for him, a fifteen-year constant, finally ran dry. This wasn't just another betrayal; it was the end. I picked up the phone, my hand steady. "I'd like to cancel my IVF appointment," I told the clinic. "And schedule an abortion. As soon as possible."

One moment I was human, sixteen years old and in love, believing my life would follow a simple, ordinary path. The next, I was taken from everything I knew and thrown into Silverwood Academy, a hidden world where wolf shifters rule, magic breathes, and survival is never guaranteed. They see me as an anomaly. A girl who should not exist. My mark is rare, dangerous, and tied to an ancient bloodline that was meant to stay buried. It binds me to a goddess who gives power without mercy and a destiny no one walks away from unchanged. At Silverwood, strength decides your worth. Alphas test me. Rivals hunt me. Teachers watch, waiting for me to fail. Every full moon pushes me closer to a power I do not fully understand and a future I never asked for. And then there is love, complicated and cruel in the way only fate can be. I am torn between the boy I loved as a human, a bond so strong it refuses to break even after death, and a dangerous pull toward a wolf who challenges me, pushes me, and makes me question who I am becoming. Each choice costs something. Every secret carries blood. The more power I gain, the more I risk losing myself. They want me to be a weapon. A leader. A legend written in moonlight and war. But I do not want a throne or a prophecy. I just want to survive the fate that marked my soul. Because in this world, destiny is not a gift. It is a debt, and it always demands payment

In the two years after I married Daniel Carter, my private photos had gone viral nine times, and Daniel had been taken into custody ten times. Because every time his mistress, Emily Morgan, was unhappy, she would leak my private photos all over the internet. I, Claire Parker, never let it slide. I reported every shady business Daniel was involved in and personally sent him behind bars. That lasted until an unexpected kidnapping. I took a bullet for him, one aimed straight at his heart, and he shielded me beneath his body, taking the brunt of the explosion for me. After we survived, the man who had always been so cold-blooded knelt before me, his voice hoarse beyond recognition. "Honey, let's leave the drama behind. I just want a peaceful life with you." Right in front of me, he ordered his men to send his mistress out of Northhaven and never let her appear before him again. In the third year after we reconciled, I carried my eight-month pregnant belly and brought him lunch. But on the way there, I was hit by a car. The hospital issued three critical condition notices, yet they still could not save the baby. Daniel rushed over, but he did not even spare me a glance. Instead, he pulled the woman who had hit me and her child into his arms, soothing her in a low voice. "Don't be scared. I'll protect you and the child." Only then did I realize that the woman who had hit me was the very mistress he had sent away three years ago. When I demanded an explanation, Daniel brushed it off as if it were nothing. "She didn't do it on purpose. Don't take it out on her and her son. You can have a baby another time." At that moment, I finally understood. They had gotten back together long ago. I looked at him and nodded. "Don't worry, this will never happen again."

The lavender scent clings to my skin like a second layer, artificial and cloying. I hate it. It's Lainey's scent, not mine, but that's the point. I'm supposed to be her tonight. My hands shake as I stand at the altar, the Pierce Pack house looming behind me like a fortress. Hundreds of wolves watch from the shadows, their eyes glowing in the torchlight. I can feel their judgment, their curiosity. They're wondering why their Alpha agreed to this political mating with the Wood Pack's daughter. If only they knew the truth. Alpha Sebastian Pierce stands across from me, and I can't bring myself to meet his eyes.

The ceremonial hall of the Moonveil Pack was ablaze with moonlight streaming through the high windows, casting silver patterns across the polished wooden floor. I stood at the edge of the crowd, my fingers clutching the delicate parchment of my mate letter so tightly it trembled. My heart—the heart that wasn't mine by blood but by grace—pounded against my ribs as I watched Colton, tall and commanding in his ceremonial Alpha robes, take his place on the dais. Every step I took toward him felt like walking through water, the eyes of both Moonveil and Robertson pack members burning into my back. I could feel their judgment, their whispers—*an Omega with a borrowed heart, thinking she could be Luna.* But Colton had promised me. Just last night, his fingers intertwined with mine as we stood by the lake, the moon reflecting in his eyes. 'Tomorrow, Priscilla. Tomorrow I'll make it official before everyone.' I reached the dais, my simple white dress—the only formal thing I owned—rustling softly against the floor. Colton's eyes met mine, and for a moment, I saw something flicker there. Something that made hope surge through me.

My marriage ended with a phone call while I was bleeding out on the bathroom floor, seven months pregnant. My husband chose to comfort his intern over a stray cat instead of saving me and our baby. He told me I was strong enough to handle it alone. He then stood by as his mistress tried to murder our newborn son, forcing me to kneel and apologize to protect his political career. He called me unstable, a bad mother, while she wore my clothes and lived in my home. The hero I married was a lie. When he gave my son her family name, I knew leaving wasn't enough. I had to burn his world to the ground.

My fiancé, a mafia Capo, promised the painkillers would help after the "car crash." It was a lie. The real accident was his temper, and I was his favorite punching bag. In a medicated haze, I overheard the truth. He was on the phone with his consigliere, boasting about stealing my billion-dollar casino blueprint. He was going to use it to become Underboss. He planned to propose, then use our world's code of silence to legally gag me from ever claiming my own work. His mistress, Olivia, would be the public face of the project. The worst part was the truth about my miscarriage. It wasn't an accident. He and Olivia had orchestrated it, calling our baby a "complication" that would kill his ambition. At a party, he proved it all. After shoving me to the ground in front of everyone, he walked away with her, leaving me in a heap of humiliation. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned into a cold, hard certainty. He had taken my work, my child, and my dignity. So I sent him one last email: a file containing proof of every lie, every betrayal, and a video of his abuse. The subject line read: "My Wedding Gift." Then I boarded a one-way flight to New York to partner with the one man he truly feared. This wasn't a breakup. It was war.

Eris believes that men see women solely as objects of desire-a conviction shaped by her upbringing in a broken family and the absence of her birth father, whom she never met. If men are only after lust, she has resolved to give them exactly that-and nothing more. This outlook has defined much of her life, until she meets her new professor, Griffin, who brushes off sexual innuendos and flirtations in her.

My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne. I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard. But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power. I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home? "Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me. I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk. "I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."

Avery thought she'd found her happily ever after with Ethan, the charming billionaire who swept her off her feet in Willow Creek. But after one night of passion, he vanished, leaving her heartbroken and alone. She returned home to find her grandmother, her only family, had passed away. Devastated, Avery discovered a shocking truth: she was the daughter of a millionaire who'd left her a vast fortune. Relocated to New York, she met Ethan again, but this time, he was determined to win her back. Unbeknownst to him, Avery had been hiding a life-changing secret: she's the mother of his twin babies. As Avery navigates her complicated past and the wicked family members who despise her, Ethan's pursuit becomes relentless. He'll stop at nothing to reclaim the love they shared, but Avery's secrets threaten to tear them apart. Can she trust him with her heart and the truth about their children, or will it drive them further apart? Ethan's words echoed in her mind: "I've been searching for you for six years, Avery. I won't let you go again." But Avery's secrets were only the beginning. Little did Ethan know, their love story was only just beginning...

At the engagement party, my fiancé, Nathan Ford, drugged me and then publicly auctioned off my first night for a dollar. By the next day, pictures of me in bed were circulating everywhere online, and I was completely blacklisted from the dance community. Crushed, I sought solace from him, only to overhear his conversation with friends through the door: “Nate, I must admit, your fiancée has an amazing figure. When's the next auction? I'll be there to support you!” “Next time, it shouldn't start at just a dollar. Let's kick off at fifty cents! Unless, of course, you're aiming for the whole package!” “Keep dreaming! No matter what, Amalia is Nate’s girl. Unless Nate gets tired of her, you won't even get close!” “Heh, just joking! But once Nate ditches her, maybe I'll try for the real deal myself!” “But now Amalia’s private photos are splashed all over the internet, and there's even footage on the dark web.

When my child was just a year old, we had a car accident, and the scene was horrific. Sterling was beside himself, calling in the most acclaimed specialists and staying by our sides day and night, yet our son couldn't be saved. I was heartbroken, awash in tears every day, only able to find rest with sleeping pills. Three months later, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Sterling and a doctor. "Mr. Morgan, that child was yours too. Why didn't you let us treat him immediately when there was still hope?" "He was doomed from the start, simply because he was Liliana's son." "And besides, Cora and I have a child who's almost a year old. I promised her that our child would carry the Morgan name proudly. Only by removing him can I convince Liliana to adopt our child." What I thought was a happy life was just an illusion of my own making. Since that was the case, it was time for me to leave.

At a young age, she witnessed how her whole family was murdered by a notorious gang leader whom his Dad worked with. She knows nothing about what her Dad's job was. She never forgets his face and wishes one day she'll get revenge on him, who killed her entire family. She was brought into an orphanage, and later on, the murderer had come to adopt her. She was raised as her adopted daughter, and she swears to take his life if she is given a slim chance. Living with him every day makes her eager to take her revenge against him. As she grew old, his adopted father fell in love with her gradually. Fate had changed when he took her as his wife. She learned to love him after being secretly married to him, but he had hurt her again and left her alone in the hospital after she lost their child, saying, "Don't let me see you again!" Fate played again, and they reencountered. Finally, her husband sent a waiter to hand a check as payment for having a one-night snack with him. She knew they hated each other and wanted to take revenge on each other, but deep down in her heart, she still longed for his love and affection. Would their fate change this time and heal their broken heart? What if she discovered the truth behind the tragic death of her family? Would she forgive him, or would she still take his life to fulfill her ambition of killing him?

The Billionaire Who Loved Me in Secrets He was the man the world worshipped—untouchable, powerful, drowning in wealth and influence. I was the woman who was never meant to exist in his carefully guarded world. Our love was never loud. It lived in stolen glances, midnight calls, and hidden meetings where his name was a shield and my heart was the risk. To the public, he was a cold billionaire with a flawless image and a life built on control. But behind closed doors, he was the man who loved deeply, dangerously, and in silence. Every touch was a promise we couldn’t make in daylight. Every kiss carried the fear of being discovered—and the pain of possibly losing everything. Ours was a love wrapped in secrecy, tested by power, enemies, and the cruel reality that loving him meant living in the shadows. Yet even in hiding, his love felt louder than any fortune, warmer than any spotlight. Because sometimes, the deepest love stories aren’t written for the world to see—they’re written in whispers, in risk, and in hearts brave enough to choose love over safety.

The Chicago skyline faded behind me as my flight touched down at JFK. After a week of meetings, foundation audits, and endless networking events, all I wanted was to wrap myself in Liam's arms and sink into the comfort of our home. The "Radiant Light Foundation" had been my parents' legacy, and managing it while maintaining our marriage sometimes felt like balancing on a tightrope. I smoothed my skirt—navy blue, conservative but elegant—and checked my reflection in the compact mirror. The woman staring back at me looked composed, professional. Estrella Barnes, foundation director. Not a hint of the exhaustion that had settled into my bones. "Liam?" I called out as I pushed open our front door, wheeling my carry-on behind me. "I'm home." Cooper bounded toward me first, his golden fur a blur of excitement. I dropped to my knees, burying my face in his soft coat.

The mahogany table in the conference room felt cold under my fingertips, grounding me as I faced the circle of Elders. Being Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack was my birthright, a title passed down through blood and iron, yet lately, I felt less like a leader and more like a figurehead painted in fading colors. "We need to reinforce the northern perimeter," I stated, projecting my voice to reach the end of the long table. "The rogue sightings near the river are increasing. I want Gamma team on a rotation starting tonight." Silence followed my command. The Elders didn't look at me; they looked past me. "Actually, Morgan, that’s hardly the most efficient use of our resources," a smooth, condescending voice cut through the air. Orion. My chosen mate. He sat to my right, adjusting his glasses with a practiced air of superiority.

The summons came just as the sun dipped below the treeline, painting the Silver Fang Pack house in shades of amber and shadow. I'd been in the kitchen, preparing Ethan's favorite venison stew—the one his mother taught me years ago, back when she still pretended to tolerate me. "Luna Hannah." David Reid, our Beta, stood in the doorway. His usually warm brown eyes wouldn't meet mine. "The Alpha requests your presence in his office." My wolf stirred uneasily within me. In seven years of marriage, Ethan rarely used formal channels to speak with me. I wiped my hands on my apron, the familiar scent of rosemary and thyme doing nothing to calm my suddenly racing heart. "Now?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. David nodded stiffly. "He said it's urgent." The walk to Ethan's office felt longer than usual.

I awoke in Moonlight Hall with the memories of my past life searing in my mind. I had given everything to Shawn and he only had eyes for Quinn. "Aunt Diana," I interrupted her before she could finish, "call off the marriage to Shawn. Obsession is not love. I am going to the Border to marry General Jason." Quinn is back, too. She had cornered me and said, "I told Shawn I love him first this time. You will never have him." I laughed. But Shawn, he had found the jasmine handkerchief, my handkerchief, and had finally discovered that I was the one who had saved his life years ago and not Quinn. He had chased me to the Border begging, "Leah, I was wrong. Come back." But by that time Jason, cold, sharp and yet the one who remembers I love gardenias and who protects me from sandstorms and has taken a blow for me had captured my heart. And Quinn? Her lies blew up. She lost her kid and went mad.

I was his possession. The entire world knew that Jackson Walters, the ruthless tech mogul, had destroyed my life to claim me. Then he brought home his new intern, Kaila, and sat me down. "I've decided," he said casually, "I want you both." When I fought back, he dragged me to a remote warehouse to teach me a lesson. My parents were bound and gagged, suspended by ropes over a massive, grumbling wood chipper. He gave me ten seconds to accept Kaila, or he'd drop them. "I agree!" I screamed in surrender. But it was too late. A frayed rope snapped, and I watched my parents plunge into the machine's grinding teeth. The horror of it all killed me. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back in his bed. The date on my phone was the day he brought Kaila home. This time, I wouldn't fight him. I would be his perfect, obedient wife. And while he was distracted, I would fake my own death and disappear forever.

The little gray pup whimpered as I gently wrapped his paw with a bandage, his amber eyes wide with trust that made my heart ache. "It's just a small cut, Mrs. Wilson," I assured the worried mother hovering nearby. "Keep it clean for a week, and he'll be back to chasing squirrels in no time." The young she-wolf nodded, relief flooding her features. "Thank you, Dr. Robinson. We were so worried when he limped home from playgroup." As I scratched behind the pup's ears, my mother burst through the clinic door, her silver-streaked hair catching the afternoon light. Elena Robinson had the same graceful strength that had made her both a respected warrior and healer in our pack. "The lilies arrived," she announced, holding up a bouquet of white blooms. "The florist wants to know if we're still doing the traditional circular arrangement for the ceremony." I nodded, forcing enthusiasm into my voice.

Amara believed marriage would finally give her the peace she had spent her whole life praying for. But after years beside Ayo-her charming, unpredictable husband-peace becomes the one thing she can never hold. Their home is filled with longing for a child Amara cannot conceive, and every month of disappointment pulls her further into despair. Then the unexpected happens: Tina, a girl Ayo once denied ever caring about, returns pregnant... with the child Amara had spent years begging God for. The betrayal cuts deep-but the wound it opens is older, darker, and rooted in secrets Amara never knew she inherited. Strange visions begin to haunt her. A mysterious man appears with warnings she does not understand. Shadows gather around her marriage. Doors she did not open start to creak. And everywhere she turns, she feels watched-not by a person, but by something ancient, patient, and owed. Amara soon learns that her battle is not just with a husband's infidelity or a rival's pregnancy... it is with a spiritual debt tied to her bloodline. A debt demanding payment. As her marriage crumbles and the supernatural closes in, Amara must confront the truth about herself, her past, and the unseen forces shaping her destiny. Because in a world where wombs can be exchanged and fates can be manipulated, love alone is not enough to survive. And the child she has always prayed for... may carry the key to either her redemption or her ruin.

 I endured five years in a loveless werewolf marriage to Alex Brown. He married me as a placeholder for his true love, Alice. Despite my efforts to win his heart, he always chose Alice. I suffered through his coldness, Alice's taunts, and the Brown pack's demands. When our bond break agreement finally came due, I left without looking back, reclaiming my identity as a designer. Alex, meanwhile, faced financial ruin due to Alice's greed. A scandal erupted when Alice claimed to be pregnant with his child, only for the DNA results to prove otherwise. In a fit of rage, Alex and Alice drowned themselves, leaving me to move on from a painful chapter that was never truly about me.

There are ninety-nine Hermès Birkins sitting in my walk-in closet. To the world, it' s a collection worth millions. To me, it' s a tally of ninety-nine times my husband, Harris, betrayed me. Each bag was a silent apology I accepted to keep our hollow marriage alive. But the hundredth betrayal wasn't fixed with crocodile leather. On the anniversary of my mother's death, I tracked Harris to my family' s private cemetery. He wasn't alone. Jessica, his "first love," was there, standing over the empty plot reserved for my living father, right next to my mother' s grave. They were digging a hole. Jessica smirked, holding a velvet box containing her dead cat and a plaque that read To Arvel, my eternal companion. "It' s just a cat, Cecily," she laughed, tossing her hair. "Don't be so dramatic. Your father won't mind the company. Besides, it shows who Harris really listens to." For years, I accepted the bags and the lies. But desecrating my family's sacred ground? The submissive wife died in that moment. I walked toward them, clutching the evidence that would destroy Jessica' s life and shatter Harris' s world. "Dig it up," I commanded, my voice colder than the grave. "Or I will bury you both right here."