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The night before my wedding, my life shattered in the most brutal way. I came home earlier than expected and found the man I was about to marry in bed with my own cousin. Betrayed, humiliated, and heartbroken, I ran-without knowing where to go. That same night, fate led me to a powerful, untouchable man with a cold demeanor and a dangerous gaze: his boss, a feared and highly respected CEO. What was meant to be a single mistake became a turning point I could never undo.

They were already married for three years when Alpha Damian Zeus's long-lost first love, Lily, returned bringing along a five-year-old pup. Luna Ariana Volkstane slid the formal rejection request across the table. "Let's end this bond. It's better for you, me, and your first love." He just smirked. "You want me to reject you? You think you can break our bond that easily?" So she did. Ariana cut ties with him completely, poured herself into her career, and rose to global fame as a legendary healer, her knowledge of rare herbs, wolf anatomy, and ancient magic sought after across continents. The powerful suitors lined up. The Alpha of an overseas empire whispered, "Ariana, hurry up and perform the severing ritual. I can't wait to claim you." A powerful pack leader vowed, "I'll be there with you the day you break the bond." A legendary wolf attorney promised, "I'll handle your rejection case with the pack council myself." Ariana just rubbed her temples. It's not that she didn't want the split, she wanted it more than anything, it's just that the Alpha she was mated to refused to let go. Finally, she announced, "Whoever can officially get me rejected, I'll put you at the head table of my bond-breaking celebration." Not long after, Alpha Damian was served the official rejection request right in the middle of an emergency pack council meeting. That same afternoon, he was attacked by rogues at the gates of his own territory. When Ariana showed up at the pack infirmary with healing herbs, she repeated calmly, "Let's sever the mate bond. It's better for you, me, and everyone else." But the cold, untouchable Alpha pulled her into his arms, his eyes blood-red with fury. "You want me to reject you? Over my dead body."

The invisible girl who refuses to stay hidden Sophia has lived in Ethan's shadow her entire life, the little sister who was seen but never truly heard. Everyone treats her like she's still twelve, still needs protection, still doesn't understand the "adult world." But she's nineteen now, and this time she won't let anyone make her disappear. The honorable man who discovers some rules are meant to be broken Marcus has built his life on loyalty, discipline, and doing what's expected. He's been Ethan's best friend for fifteen years, the reliable one, the safe choice. But one dangerous night with Sophia makes him question whether not playing it safe has cost him the only thing that truly matters. A love that grows in shadows until it can no longer hide What begins as stolen glances and careful distances slowly becomes honesty, vulnerability, and undeniable passion. Sophia knows exactly what she wants, but Marcus must decide if he's brave enough to risk everything, his friendship, his reputation, his carefully ordered life, for a love that could destroy them both.

I smoothed the tablecloth one final time, adjusting the crystal wine glasses until they caught the light from the candles just right. Our fifth wedding anniversary deserved perfection. The dining room in our penthouse apartment looked like something out of a magazine spread—white roses in the center, our best china gleaming, and a bottle of Damien's favorite Bordeaux breathing nearby. My fingers trembled slightly as I placed his gift—a Swiss watch I'd saved for months to buy—beside his plate. The small velvet box held more than just an expensive timepiece; it contained my hope that tonight might rekindle what we'd lost somewhere along the way. "What's all this?" I turned to find Damien standing in the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. He looked tired, his normally immaculate suit slightly rumpled, his dark hair disheveled as if he'd been running his hands through it all day. "Happy anniversary," I said, my smile wide and hopeful. "I made your favorite—beef Wellington." A flicker of something—surprise? annoyance?—crossed his face before settling into polite acknowledgment.

I had known this night was coming for eleven months and twenty-three days. I knew it the moment Alexander signed the contract. I knew it when Raelynn's training schedule arrived in his inbox and he read it three times in one sitting, his jaw doing that thing it does when he's trying not to smile. I knew it every single morning I sat across from him at the breakfast table in my carefully constructed Luna role — composed, scentless, unremarkable — while he looked through me like I was a window. So when he stood at the head of the banquet hall and said the words, I was ready. "I, Alexander, Alpha of Black Moon, reject you, Penelope, as my mate." The hall went so quiet I could hear the candles. Two hundred wolves, every one of them holding their breath, waiting for the wolfless Omega to fall apart. I felt their attention like a physical weight — the pity, the satisfaction, the morbid curiosity of people watching something break. I stood up. Not fast.

I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, and tapped his screen again. "Done," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. That was Dante Moretti. The Underboss. A man who could smell a lie from a mile away but couldn't see that his wife had just handed him an annulment decree disguised beneath a stack of mundane logistics reports. For three years, I scrubbed his blood out of his shirts. I saved his family's alliance when his ex, Sofia, ran off with a civilian. In return, he treated me like furniture. He left me in the rain to save Sofia from a broken nail. He left me alone on my birthday to drink champagne on a yacht with her. He even handed me a glass of whiskey—her favorite drink—forgetting that I despised the taste. I was merely a placeholder. A ghost in my own home. So, I stopped waiting. I burned our wedding portrait in the fireplace, left my platinum ring in the ashes, and boarded a one-way flight to San Francisco. I thought I was finally free. I thought I had escaped the cage. But I underestimated Dante. When he finally opened that file weeks later and realized he had signed away his wife without looking, the Reaper didn't accept defeat. He burned down the world to find me, obsessed with reclaiming the woman he had already thrown away.

I returned to New York with a broken suitcase and exactly three hundred and forty-two dollars in my bank account. My mother was dying in a public hospital, and the only treatment that could save her required a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit I didn't have. While I was pleading with the billing department, I ran into my billionaire ex, Gannon Sharpe, and his cruel fiancée, Aleta. Without a second thought, Aleta slapped me so hard my lip split, kicking my belongings across the floor and calling me a gold-digging thief in front of the entire staff. I looked at Gannon, the man I once loved more than my own life, hoping for a shred of mercy. Instead, he looked at me with pure revulsion and told me I belonged in the gutter. He believed the lies his grandfather told him—that I had abandoned him after his car crash and vanished with millions. He had no idea I was the one who actually pulled him from that burning wreckage, or that I was currently skipping meals in a moldy motel just so our secret son could have formula. He called me "disgusting" and walked away, leaving me to rot. I wanted to scream that I was the genius scientist who wrote his company’s core algorithms, and that the child he didn’t know existed was shivering with a fever only blocks away. But the ironclad NDA I signed to save my family kept me silent, even as Gannon looked at me like I was something he’d stepped in. Desperate for health insurance to save my mother and son, I took a bottom-tier data entry job in the basement of Gannon’s own tower, intending to stay invisible. But when a billion-dollar error threatened to bankrupt his empire, I couldn't stop myself from hacking the system to fix the code. Now, the man who hates me is standing in my cubicle, demanding to know how a "dropout" knows his most guarded secrets. Gannon is finally digging into my past, and he’s about to find out exactly what—and who—I’ve been hiding for the last four years.

After a devastating heartbreak, Elena Grey escapes to Santorini, hoping to forget the pain. But one night with a mysterious stranger, Julian Stone, feels like the cure she's been searching for. Until she returns home and discovers he's her new boss. Her sister's fiancé. What began as healing turns into a forbidden obsession that could destroy them both. Because the man who made her feel whole again might be the one who breaks her completely.

For three years, Adrian's heart belonged to another, and his wife Jessica-mute and unloved-endured his coldness. Realizing she deserved better, she quietly left him, divorce papers on the table. Adrian tore them up, accusing her of childish games, but Jessica had no interest in wasting more of her life. After their split, her voice returned and she was suddenly surrounded by admirers. Adrian, blinded by jealousy, begged her to come back. Jessica only laughed, repeating his own words, saying, "Didn't you say love is the most worthless thing in the world?" Now, she'd never look back.

"You are getting married, huh?" A shrill voice asked me from behind. "You don't look happy.' "It's a complicated situati..." He cut me off. "I can make you happy." My eyes darted between his lips and eyes, he noticed my indecision and locked his lips with mine. While battling with betrayal, Iris melts into a mafia's touch without knowing who he is. Now she must bear all the consequences that follow.

I woke to unfamiliar weight. Longer limbs. A heavier frame pressing into silk sheets that felt wrong against my skin. My eyes fluttered open to the Manhattan skyline through floor-to-ceiling windows—our penthouse view, but everything else was... off. The first thing I saw made my heart stop. Beside me, naked and curled against what I now realized was *me*—was Aleyna. My best friend of fifteen years. Her bare shoulder rose and fell with each breath, her dark hair spilling across the pillow. And there, glinting on her wrist, was the diamond tennis bracelet I thought Emilio had bought for *our* anniversary last month.

When innocence crosses paths with unrestrained power, it starts a fire that can’t be contained. Seraphina's world is simple, predictable—until one afternoon introduces her to a man who is anything but ordinary. Vnox, a mysterious figure almost twice her age, and too close to home, is the personification of wealth, power, charm, intellect and a walking red flag. As much as she tries to resist, he pulls her into a dangerous steam of desire. He becomes obsessed with her and Seraphina realizes that being his could cost her everything. Resisting is proving impossible and Vnox will kill anyone that wants her. Every innocence she has may be sacrificed but will she take it? Or will she rather die than accept his love? Can he protect her from where he comes from? Note: SULTRY INFERNO is an 18+ forbidden dark romance story with bloodbaths, torture, erotic scenes and kinky plays. For mature readers only.

Violet has always been the perfect daughter and the loyal friend, moulded by expectations, driven by guilt, and too afraid to disappoint. From childhood, she was taught that "good girls don’t argue," and so she spent her youth silencing her desires to fulfil others’ dreams. She chose the degree her parents wanted, behaved like her parents wanted, and even married a guy who's father was her dad's business partner. She worked hard, hoping love could change her life, but all she earned was humiliation, no matter how much she gave, it was never enough. Her so called family never even asked what she wants. All her life she spent earning love from her parents who raised her to bear the responsibility of a good daughter. She never say no to her parents knowing they are the reason of her living a good life. She wants to repay the debt for raising her in a safe environment like her real parents even though they are not. But she didn't expected her soon to be husband will turn out her bully.

Abducted by a mysterious stranger who claimed her to be his soul mate, she was thrust into the world of unknown where she found out everything she had known about herself, family…was all a lie! How will she navigate this new discovery while battling her strange attraction to her captor…!

The eastern tree line was still dark when I finished my last lap. Five miles. Same route every morning, same pace, same silence. I started running this perimeter back when Crescentfire was nothing but a handful of tents and a fire pit in the middle of upstate New York wilderness. Back when I was packless, wolfless in every way that mattered, and the only thing keeping me moving was the stubborn, ugly refusal to stop. Now the pack house rose behind me — solid timber and stone, lights coming on in the upper windows as the early risers started their day — and I still ran the same route. Some habits you keep not because you need them anymore, but because they remind you where you came from. I was cooling down near the training yard when Marcus found me. My Gamma moved like a former rogue — quiet, economical, always aware of every exit. He'd been with me since the second month, when I pulled him out of a border skirmish with a pack that had no business claiming that territory.

Xandra, the so - called "longevity saint", was reborn after being betrayed and exploited in her past life. In the new life, Carson and Yuri try to manipulate her into bonding, but she refuses. She decides to bond with Nathan, the Stone family's enemy. Nathan protects her from the Stone family's attacks. Carson later begs for her help when dying, and Yuri comes with a bruised Willow, trying to apologize. Xandra and Nathan get revenge, and the Stone family meets a tragic end.

For three years, I was the one scrubbing the scent of blood from his hands and holding him while he screamed in pain. I was the one who taught Coleton Barron how to walk again after the car bomb nearly took his legs. But the moment he reclaimed his seat as Don, I became invisible. At his recovery gala, he draped his arm around Charly—the woman who fled when he was crippled—and laughed as he told his inner circle I was "just the hired help." It didn't stop at insults. When Charly faked a fall, he shoved me aside with enough force to crack my skull against the pool edge. When a bomb went off in a gallery, he looked me in the eye, saw me trapped under debris, and turned his back to carry her to safety instead. He even held a gun to my head because she lied about me poisoning his soup. His mother threw a check at me, telling me that tools go back in the box when the job is done. They thought I would beg to stay. They thought I was weak. I took the five million and vanished without a word. Three years later, I returned to New York. Not as his nurse, but as the fiancée of the only man Coleton fears. And when he saw the diamond on my finger, the King of New York finally realized he had thrown away his only lifeline.

Audrey Fletcher was forced to marry the notorious playboy Julian Sterling to save her family's sinking company after her sister ran away. On their wedding night, her new husband threw a $100,000 check at her face, told her they would be strangers in private, and abandoned her in the bridal suite. She thought being trapped in a loveless, transactional marriage was the worst fate possible. She was wrong. To protect herself, Audrey hung a pair of men's boxer shorts on her balcony to fake a lover's presence. Instead of deterring her husband, the ridiculous ruse brought Alistair Sterling—Julian's terrifying, powerful uncle and the true puppet master of the family. He stormed into her apartment with a legal team to catch her cheating, and later even offered her ten million dollars to divorce his nephew. When she refused out of fear of her own family's ruin, the situation escalated. Forced to attend a charity gala, Audrey was tricked by staff into wearing a scandalous, backless gown and sent to a dark penthouse suite to beg her husband for peace. But the man waiting in the shadows wasn't Julian. It was Alistair. "Does the thought of seducing your husband's uncle give you a special kind of thrill?" He didn't listen to her desperate explanations. Instead, he pinned her arms behind her back and crushed his mouth against hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. Trembling with terror and revulsion, Audrey bit his lip until she tasted blood, shoved the billionaire away, and ran for her life. She couldn't understand why this powerful man was so dangerously obsessed with destroying her sham marriage. But as she fled into the cold city night, she realized the terrifying truth: the real game was just beginning.

Que haces cuando no puedes perdonarte, cuando la vida te quitó lo más preciado, intentas levantarte de entre las cenizas, tratando de remendar tu alma pero cuando lo intentas aparecen tus fantasmas y no te permiten escapar, hagas lo que hagas siempre aparece el miedo, ese miedo que te dice que puedes perderlo todo de nuevo.  Ahmed ha perdido un pedazo de su corazón, cuando su familia murió sintió que mil fragmentos de cristal penetraron en su alma, la culpa corroe su conciencia y esta a su vez no le permite olvidar, lo martiriza día a día incluso cuando duerme, ahora la ha conocido a ella, el caprichoso destino la puso esa noche en su camino, él le ha hecho daño, intentará reparar su error aún en contra de sus tradiciones y de su familia quien nuevamente intenta imponer su voluntad, tendrá que hacer valer su autoridad para lograr darle el lugar que ella merece. No permitirá que sufra, la protegerá a toda costa del temible hombre que es su ex prometido, sabe que llegará el momento en que deberá revelar la verdad de lo sucedido, pero espera que entonces ella ya lo ame lo suficiente como para perdonarlo. Mía es una hermosa chica, será obligada por su madrastra a casarse con un peligroso hombre de la mafia al que no ama, pasará la noche por equivocación con un desconocido, ¿Qué sucederá cuando sea secuestrada por el árabe? ¿Podrá acostumbrarse a las extrañas tradiciones de un país que no conoce? Carlo Román es un jefe de la mafia italiana, buscará incansablemente a su novia que ha sido secuestrada, está dispuesto a todo por recuperarla.

The cold. It was the cold that I remembered most. Two years later, I could still feel it—that bone-deep, soul-crushing chill that had nearly claimed my life in the freezing waters off Seattle's coast. The storm had come without warning, turning what should have been a celebration aboard the Crawford family yacht into a nightmare. "Kinsley!" Paxton's voice had cut through the howling wind as the yacht pitched violently. "Hold on!" I'd reached for him, my fingers numb, my body heavy with the weight of my sodden clothes. The waves crashed over us, and I screamed as I slipped, my hand grasping desperately for something—anything—to keep me from being swept away. "There's only one left!" Paxton shouted over the storm, his face a mask of what looked like concern as he clutched the last life vest. "I'll come back for you!" I believed him. God help me, I believed him.

The scent of bergamot and spun sugar was the first betrayal. It was too young, too cloying, and it clung to the lapel of Sterling’s bespoke Tom Ford coat like a parasite. I had followed that scent, followed the midnight text chimes that lit up our darkened bedroom with a sickly blue glow, all the way to the gilded awning of the Waldorf Astoria. Rain slicked my windshield, distorting the streetlights into jagged halos. Through the rhythmic, frantic sweep of the wipers, I watched my husband of five years—the man who had once promised me the world on the sagging mattress of a cramped college dorm—press his intern, Georgia Morris, against a marble pillar. His hands, the very hands that had poured my coffee that morning, were tangled greedily in her blonde hair. My fingers curled into my palms until crescent moons bled into my skin. Slowly, they drifted down to rest flat against my lower abdomen. *Pregnant.* The word was a fragile, terrifying secret I had planned to whisper to him tonight. A sharp metallic tang coated my tongue as I bit the inside of my cheek.

Sylvie was sent to ruin him. He ruined her instead. When journalist Sylvie Carter infiltrates billionaire Myles Martins’ world, she expects corruption, not claws, dark secrets, and a contract marriage that could cost her soul. He’s dangerous, beautiful, and utterly off-limits… but the moment he saves her life, she becomes his weakness. Now, instead of chasing headlines, she is trapped in his world of power, lies, and moonlight, and the only thing more dangerous than his enemies is the way he looks at her… Like she’s already his.

Seven years ago, Mira Sovereign gave up her name to follow Caleb Ironclaw into Ironclaw Pack. When his brother dies, Caleb Ironclaw inherits the Alpha title — and the dead Alpha's widow, Selene Thorne. He swears Mira Sovereign is still his only mate. He swears the bedding nights are duty. He swears the marking ceremony is hers, after Selene Thorne delivers the heir. On the hundredth night, Selene Thorne's pregnancy is announced, and the marking invitation goes out — with Selene Thorne's name on it. Mira Sovereign's five-year-old son asks why Daddy isn't coming home. What Caleb Ironclaw doesn't know: Mira Sovereign is the only daughter of the Moonveil Sovereign, the Alpha King's bloodline he was never told existed. She walks out with their son. She lets the world believe the boy is fatherless. And then the Sovereign's heir comes home.