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After ninety-nine failed engagements, I finally married Brooks Preston, a stoic tech mogul who seemed to be the only man on earth who found my motormouth personality "charming." But his quiet acceptance was a lie. I was just a convenient prop, a wife he needed to hide his obsessive, incestuous love for his adopted sister, Everleigh. When I discovered their secret and demanded a divorce, he locked me in a dark, windowless room, weaponizing my childhood claustrophobia to break me. He needed me to take the fall for Everleigh's crimes, to protect her at all costs. He watched me scream and claw at the walls for three days, my terror a spectacle for his cold, calculating eyes. He wasn't just indifferent; he was a monster. I didn't break. Instead, I waited. On the night of a live-streamed gala, I looked into the camera and smiled. "Everleigh, darling, congratulations. I've already divorced him. He's all yours."

My husband ordered me to turn around and face the altar. He unbuckled his heavy leather belt, his eyes cold and devoid of mercy. "You need to learn respect," Dante spat. He whipped me in the family chapel until my back was a bloody mess. All because his mistress, Sofia, had framed me for breaking his grandfather's urn. He didn't ask for the truth. He didn't hesitate. He just wanted to punish the wife he considered a burden. As the belt tore into my skin, I didn't scream. I just counted the memories dying. He didn't know I was the one who dove into the frozen lake to save him in high school. He didn't know I was the one who took a knife for him during the ambush. He believed Sofia's lies that she was his savior. I had loved him for ten years. I had bled for him. And in return, he scarred me permanently for a crime I didn't commit. That night, I didn't tend to my wounds. I packed my bags, signed the divorce papers, and swore on the Code of Omertà to never love him again. Three years later, Dante found my old diary hidden under the floorboards. He read the truth about who really saved him, and realized he had tortured his guardian angel. He found me in Paris, fell to his knees in a crowded hotel lobby, and begged for forgiveness with tears in his eyes. I looked at the man who broke me and smiled. "Lie down and die, Dante," I said softly. "Because I have a life to live."

I had just been brutally fired from my corporate firm, stripped of my career and dignity in a matter of minutes. Before I could even process the loss, I was handed a brown envelope that shattered my reality. My billionaire sister, who had ruthlessly cut me out of her life fifteen years ago, had committed suicide. She left behind a fifteen-year-old son I never knew existed, a $300 million trust, and a $3 million stipend for me to act as his guardian. But her suicide note contained a terrifying, desperate warning scrawled in tearing ink. "DO NOT INVESTIGATE MY DEATH. Accept what I've given you. Protect my son. Forget I existed." I met the boy, Elon. He crashed his bike into me on the street, bleeding and crying, begging me not to abandon him. Pity and fifteen years of guilt overwhelmed me. I sat in the sprawling office of her elite estate lawyer and signed my life away to protect this innocent, grieving child. Why did my sister suddenly reach out after a decade and a half of cold silence? What kind of monster was she running from that drove her to such a desperate end? I thought I was honoring her final wish by taking the boy in. But as the elevator doors were closing, I caught their reflection in the polished steel. My terrified, weeping nephew stopped crying instantly. He turned and exchanged a chilling, imperceptible nod with the lawyer. That silent look said everything. The first move was complete. I hadn't just inherited a child. I had walked straight into a meticulously planned trap.

For six years, I was the obedient, pathetic girlfriend of Arron, the adopted heir to the terrifying Mayer empire. But on the night of a major party, he abandoned me for another woman, leaving me humiliated and alone in a hotel penthouse. While I was crying in the bathtub, a splitting headache suddenly unlocked a terrifying truth. I wasn't just a discarded girlfriend; I was living inside a scripted corporate thriller. I was the disposable side character destined to be crushed by the Mayer family, driven to despair, and drowned in the freezing Hudson River so Arron and his new love could have their happy ending. My destined ending was nothing but a joke to them. "When he gets bored and throws you out, you'll be worse than a stray dog." Arron's cruel warning echoed in my mind, but the phantom feeling of freezing water closing over my head completely burned away my pathetic love for him. Why did I have to die just to be a stepping stone for the man who threw me away like trash? I refused to be a tragic victim. Looking at the broken gold watch chain I had just ripped from the coat of Cassius Mayer—Arron's ruthless, untouchable billionaire father—a cold calculation took over. Since Arron wanted to ruin me, I was going to use the most feared man on Wall Street to tear their empire down from the inside.

The Mendez estate had never looked more beautiful than it did tonight. Crystal chandeliers cast prismatic light across the marble floors, and hundreds of white roses—my favorites, or so I'd believed—adorned every surface. The string quartet played Vivaldi in the grand ballroom, and champagne flowed as freely as the compliments from guests who'd known me since childhood. I smoothed the front of my custom Valentino gown, the white silk whispering against my skin like a promise. Twenty years old today. The age when everything was supposed to begin. My fingers found the engagement ring on my left hand, twisting it in that familiar anxious gesture I'd never quite outgrown. Where was Eric? He should have been by my side an hour ago for the toast, for the announcement we'd planned together. I'd imagined this moment a thousand times—his hand in mine, his voice steady as he told our guests that I'd agreed to be his wife, that we'd build a future together.

I balanced the takeout bag in one hand as I fumbled with the spare key to Ryan's apartment. He wasn't expecting me—this was supposed to be a surprise lunch date before his birthday celebration tonight. After dating for over a year, these little gestures kept our relationship alive, especially with how busy he'd been lately. The apartment was quiet when I stepped inside. "Ryan?" I called out, but there was no answer. His car wasn't in the parking lot, so I figured he must have gone out with his pack friends. Setting the food on the kitchen counter, I noticed his phone lying there, screen lit up with an incoming message. I shouldn't look. I really shouldn't. But something had been off lately.

The day I suffered my seventh miscarriage, Alpha Marcelo returned to our packhouse with a young Omega named Virginia. She carried the faintest curve of a baby bump, her youthful face glowing with the promise of new life. The sight of her made my chest tighten, but I forced myself to remain composed. "Virginia is still young," Marcelo said, his voice cold and detached. "She’s inexperienced with pregnancy. As the Luna of this pack, it’s your duty to guide her." He paused, his dark eyes narrowing as he studied my reaction. "Since your pregnancies have all ended in tragedy, we’ll claim Virginia’s pup as ours once it’s born. It’s for the good of the pack." For the first time, I didn’t cry or argue. I simply nodded, my expression blank. Marcelo seemed almost pleased by my compliance, offering a rare moment of false kindness.

My Lycan Mate, I Am Just an OmegaYolanda Edwards has always been an outcast—a wolf-less omega in a world where strength means worth. Bullied and belittled, she dreams of leaving her pack and finding solace among humans. But fate has other plans for her.When a mysterious substitute professor with piercing red eyes enters her life, Yolanda’s world is turned upside down. Alejandro Romero is no ordinary werewolf—he’s the Lycan King, a powerful and enigmatic ruler who has waited over a century for his fated mate. And to Yolanda’s shock, that mate is her. Thrust into a world of danger, Yolanda must navigate the treacherous politics of the lycan kingdom, where enemies lurk in every shadow and her worth is constantly questioned. As she struggles to embrace her newfound identity and the wolf within.But Alejandro’s throne is under threat, and Yolanda’s presence has only intensified the target on his back. With a vengeful brother, a jealous rival, and a kingdom on the brink of war, Yolanda must find the strength to stand by her mate’s side and prove that even an omega can become a queen. My Lycan Mate, I Am Just an Omega is a tale of love, power, and self-discovery, where the weakest link becomes the strongest bond.

Aurora didn't cry when Grayson dumped her; she vanished after his line, "Wherever I am, you can't show up." Three years on, she returned as the city's star anchor; he watched nightly, haunted. Five years on, free of his family's leash, he staged a dinner to win her back. She met him like a stranger and refused. Learning she was engaged to his nephew, he dropped restraint. By any means, he would reclaim her. As she walked away, his voice shook. "Until I die, I won't let go." In college she'd chased him, not knowing he was a Rockefeller-until his father's snub proved the gulf she'd never cross. Whether it was five years ago or now, they were never meant to be, she thought.

On the night of our engagement, I learned the truth-his heart still belonged to someone else, his first love. Three years slipped by while I pretended to be ugly and a fool, helping him rise from housekeeper's son to talk of the town. But he stood by as she accused me of theft and even sent men to ruin me. "She stole my beloved's success. Do whatever you want with her." For years, I had hidden behind a mask, and he probably never realized that the true heiress to a vast fortune was right before his eyes. I stopped pretending. When everyone mocked me, I stunned them with my real beauty. Anyone who tried to steal my work found their plans crushed. My ex tried to humiliate me, so I forced his father to kneel and apologize. The school buzzed, trying to guess who was backing me. My father, the richest man alive, said, "She is my daughter." The nation's top doctor added, "No one can threaten my mentor." The leader of a global arms syndicate took me in his arms and declared, "She is my woman." Watching the scene as he knelt, my ex burst into tears, begging for a second chance.

Nara has spent her whole life at the bottom of the pack. The weak wolf. The girl no one defends. The one everyone believes will never shift, never matter, and never belong. All she wants is to live quietly and survive another day without being beaten or humiliated. But the Moon Goddess has a different plan. During a rogue attack, Nara crosses paths with Alpha Kael Draven-a powerful, ruthless leader known for his strength... and his curse. The moment their eyes meet, the mate bond snaps into place with a force that shocks them both. Kael rejects her instantly. A weak mate is the last thing he wants. But as he walks away, the bond does not break. Instead, it burns. Soon, strange things begin happening around Nara-her wounds heal too fast, shadows move when she panics, and wolves who once mocked her now fear her. Whispers spread. Someone demands her capture. And Kael, the Alpha who tried to reject her, suddenly can't stay away. As an ancient prophecy resurfaces, Nara learns she is the last descendant of a lost bloodline-one powerful enough to break Kael's curse... or unleash a darkness even he cannot control. Now hunted by enemies, betrayed by those she trusted, and torn between the Alpha who wounded her and the destiny she never wanted, Nara must rise from weakness to strength. Because Kael's life is tied to hers. Her power is awakening. And the bond that was meant to be broken might be the one thing that saves them both- or destroys their entire world.

Marissa," he said softly, but there was nothing gentle about it. His voice was low, controlled to the point of fracture. "Walk away. Now. Or I won't be able to stop myself." The sound slipped from me before I could cage it-a quiet, helpless moan. I lifted my chin, meeting his gaze. "Don't," I whispered. "Don't stop yourself, Carlton." His last bit of restraint snapped, along with the clasp of my bra

The morning of our third anniversary dawned with a perfect Los Angeles glow, sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of our downtown apartment. I'd been up since five, arranging everything with the precision I'd learned to perfect over the years. The dining table gleamed under the crystal chandelier, set with the Wedgwood china we'd received as wedding gifts but rarely used. Candles stood ready, wine chilled in the refrigerator, and the small velvet box containing the vintage cufflinks I'd sourced from an auction in Geneva sat centered on the table like a promise. I smoothed my dress—a deep burgundy that Ryker once said brought out the warmth in my eyes—and checked my watch. Six hours until he'd be home. Plenty of time to finish the preparations and make this anniversary memorable. Our apartment had always been a sanctuary of sorts. Minimalist, elegant, with clean lines and carefully curated art pieces that spoke of quiet wealth without shouting it. I'd chosen everything here, from the Italian leather sofa to the Brazilian hardwood floors, wanting it to feel like ours rather than merely mine.

I smoothed my hands over the silky fabric of my dress for the twentieth time, checking my reflection in the mirror. The deep burgundy material hugged my curves perfectly, and I'd spent hours on my makeup and hair. Everything had to be flawless tonight. Our third anniversary deserved nothing less. My fingers trembled slightly as I fastened the silver pendant Alexander had given me on our first anniversary around my neck. The weight of it felt like a promise—like proof that I belonged to the Silverfang Pack, to him. That I wasn't just some low-ranking she-wolf from the Moonveil Pack anymore. I was his chosen mate. "You look beautiful," I whispered to my reflection, trying to believe it. "He'll be pleased." The banquet wouldn't begin for another hour, but I knew Alexander would be in his private chamber, preparing his anniversary speech.

"You don't know what you're playing with." He murmured, His hand traced a slow path down my arm, fingers firm but deliberate, sending a shiver straight to my core. "You are scared" "I'm not." I whispered. He smiled. "You should be." Before I could think, he closed the distance, his lips crashing onto mine, rough, urgent, claiming and fierce, consuming fire of his touch. "I can't stop. I don't won't to." Then he claimed my lips again. And soon, my lips moved. I was kissing back. This shouldn't be happening. Just then footsteps echoed. "Rylan-stop, someone's coming-" But his hands only gripped my waist tighter, holding me still. he whispered. "Let them. I don't care." then his lips crashed against mine, harder. I tried turning away but he grabbed my neck and stuck his tongue into my mouth. "Rylan please." my eyes dart to the door. "Stop." I struggled. His hand slipped down to grab my ass. Squeezing it tightly. "If you weren't wearing a jean, I would have stuck my fingers right into your holes. Fuck." He hissed then continued. A light knock sounded at the door followed by the twisting handle. No! ★ Some-secrets are born in fire... and some desires, forged in darkness. Alyssa Milano carries a past she can't outrun-one soaked in blood, silence, and a secret that could ruin her. At fifteen, her innocence was stolen. Rylan Russo is danger, ruthless, powerful, and used to getting what he wants. When he sets sights on Alyssa, their worlds collide in a storm of obsession and desire. Is this a love story tocall? In a world where trust is poison and passion is a weapon, Alyssa must choose her path. A dark, twisted romance where survival comes at a cost.

I waited desperately for three years for my lifeline of hope, only to discover that my husband, Vincent, planned to give it to his mistress who was carrying his child. It was then I realized that the unwavering love over those three years was nothing but a heartfelt deception. I didn't want anything to do with this tainted man anymore. But I must seize my life back with my own hands. I erased every trace of myself from my past and dialed a number I hadn't called in ages: "Auntie, take me away. I want to survive." Yet when I rose from the ashes, transformed, the man who had personally pushed me into hell was tormented by regret, slipping into insanity.

In the glittering shadows of New York City's elite, impoverished artist Elena Vasquez clashes with the enigmatic billionaire tycoon Alexander Hale. What begins as a chance encounter in a rain-soaked alley spirals into a whirlwind of passion, betrayal, and redemption. As Elena fights to reclaim her stolen dreams, Alexander's guarded heart unravels, forcing them to confront family secrets, corporate intrigue, and the ruthless divide between their worlds. Will their forbidden love survive the storms of jealousy, scandal, and loss, or will it shatter like the fragile art that brought them together? Shattered Canvases is a steamy billionaire romance that explores the raw edges of desire and the healing power of vulnerability.

On Christmas Eve, the snow fell in relentless sheets. My grandmother and I were cast out into the snow as if we were nothing by my uncle. My aunt cursed me as a bad luck charm, while my uncle's boot landed fiercely in my chest. I knelt in the freezing snow, clutching my grandmother's body as it grew cold, my nails digging into my flesh, convinced that death awaited us tonight. Suddenly, the blinding headlights cut through the night. A convoy of Rolls-Royce cars, bearing diplomatic plates, silently blocked the entrance to the rundown neighborhood. The elderly butler strode directly to my grandmother, who had been "blind" for forty years, and knelt on one knee, "Your Highness, forgive us for arriving so late."

The Hamptons breeze carried the scent of roses and sea salt as I stood on the cliffside terrace, my ivory gown catching the golden late-afternoon light. Gavin's hand rested at the small of my back, warm and steady as we faced our assembled guests—two hundred of New York's elite, gathered to witness what should have been the beginning of our forever. "I promise to cherish you, Rosalie," Gavin said, his voice carrying across the hushed gathering. His dark eyes held mine with an intensity that made my heart flutter. "To protect you, to provide for you, and to love you until my last breath." I believed every word. God help me, I believed him completely. "I now pronounce you husband and wife," the officiant declared, and the terrace erupted in applause. Gavin's lips met mine, gentle yet possessive, as champagne flutes clinked behind us. My father squeezed my shoulder, his eyes misty with pride and love. "We've prepared a special toast," he announced, gesturing toward the main house.

After the divorce, I took my bruised and exhausted self to a charming little coastal town far from the Silver Moon Pack’s territory. I assumed a new identity, got a different phone, and cut all connections with the frenetic life I’d left behind. Everyone thought I had died in that notorious ritual Graham forced me to undergo to save Ivey Bennett. For three years, white lilies appeared on my grave without fail. Then, one day, the glass door of my café swung open, and in walked someone I knew. Sean Phillips, Graham’s loyal Beta, stood there, stunned. His eyes widened as he took me in, his voice trembling as he asked why I hadn’t returned if I was still alive. Didn’t I know that Graham Ortiz, our Alpha, had been consumed with guilt over me, nearly ending his own life? Graham Ortiz, my ex-mate, was the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, a powerful and dominant werewolf whose loyalty to Ivey Bennett, a rogue, had shattered our mate bond. He had forced me to undergo a dangerous ritual to heal her, leaving me physically and emotionally scarred.

Natalia was done enduring her father's abuse which was why she decided to conveniently run off to college several hours from her hometown while her father was away. But something unexpected happens on the day of her escape-her father came home earlier than expected, ruining her plans but that wasn't all, he brought home trouble. Carlo Moretti was not a man to be joked with, he's the powerful, ruthless leader of the Italian Mafia. He's here to collect a debt owed. He forcefully takes Natalia with him so she could marry his son as a way to keep her hostage. But soon, lines blur and as the wedding day grew closer, Carlo's attraction for his son's bride became too strong. His son is supposed to marry her but he wants her for himself. And Carlo always get what he wants even if that was his son's betrothed.

My memory was gone, a blank slate wiped clean each day. I lived a life guided by Post-it notes-simple instructions that told me who I was, what to eat, and to be polite to visitors. Then he came back. Jax, the man I supposedly abandoned for money seven years ago, was now a billionaire. He stood at my door with his new fiancée, his eyes burning with a hatred I couldn't place. He forced me onto a humiliating reality show, turning my broken mind into a public spectacle. He tore down my notes, my only connection to myself, and let the world watch as I nearly drowned in a tank of ice water. When my brother tried to save me, he was arrested for assault. To free my brother, I had to confess. I stood before the world and apologized for a betrayal I couldn't even remember, becoming the monster everyone believed me to be. But as I spoke the lies he fed me, a single detail about a stolen necklace made his perfect world shatter. He finally saw the truth in my empty eyes. It was just seven years too late.

All my life, I was told one thing: Never leave the mountain. No reason. No explanation. Just strict silence-as if the truth was a curse waiting to break. I am Keera Lovebird: A wolf who couldn't shift. A daughter of a legendary bloodline I could not awaken. I am cherished by my clan... and hated for the same reason. And then betrayal pushed me off a cliff and into a world I was never meant to see, leading me into Avari's High School for the supernatural-where monsters hide in daylight. There, I met Nicholas Black-the charming school hunk who is nothing but a mask for a cold hunter hiding a deadly transformation. Our fates collide. Our pasts unravel. And the truth breaks open like a blood-red moon: I am the last Lovebird. I am the hunted key. I am the doom of an ancient monster... or its final meal. When the Blood Moon rises, I must choose- revenge, redemption... or death.

Aria once believed in forever-until her husband Zane Callahan shattered her world with a divorce that felt like a death sentence. Broken, betrayed, and bleeding from the loss of their unborn child, she disappeared into the shadows and rebuilt herself as a one-week wife-for-hire. No strings. No scars. No emotions. Until Kane Callahan walked in. He needed a bride to inherit his dying father's empire. She needed one more contract before vanishing again. But one thing neither expected? The tangled past that bound them-because Kane is Zane's estranged brother. Aria swore she would never love again. Kane swore he would never forgive. But secrets don't stay buried. And neither do hearts that never truly stopped beating. By Monday, the contract ends. By Monday, someone will break! By Monday, a love built on lies might just be the only truth worth saving.