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I died once. Betrayed, broken, and discarded by the most powerful man in New York. Now, I'm back. Reborn on the very day my husband, Dante Moretti, handed me an expulsion agreement. But this time, I know his secret. The coldness in his eyes isn't cruelty; it's a slow-acting poison, a betrayal creeping through his veins, fed to him by those closest to him. This time, I don't cower. I meet his icy command with a slap and an ultimatum: I carry his heir. To cast me out is to sentence his own bloodline to death. He is the untouchable Don, a king on a poisoned throne, fighting a war within his own mind. I am the ghost of the queen he tried to break, armed with the memories of our enemies' every move. I won't be a pawn in their game again. I will dismantle them all, from my treacherous sister to the viper he calls a mother. I will be the queen he needs, even if he fights me every step of the way. It's a vendetta.

My sister, the pack's beloved future Luna, was dying of kidney failure. Axel, the Supreme Alpha and the man I had secretly loved my entire life, used his Alpha Command to force the pen into my trembling hand. "Sign the papers, Jana," he growled, his eyes glowing with a predatory red light. "Stop being selfish. Kyleigh needs a transplant, and you are the only match." I tried to beg. I tried to tell him that I couldn't survive the surgery. I tried to tell him that I had already secretly donated a kidney to our father five years ago—a sacrifice my sister had claimed credit for. But Axel threw a stack of falsified medical scans in my face. "Stop lying to save your own skin," he spat. "You are a useless, Wolfless Omega. This is your only chance to be of value to this pack." He didn't know that Kyleigh had been poisoning me with Wolfsbane for a decade to suppress my inner White Wolf. He didn't know that the anesthesia wouldn't work on my poisoned body. I felt every inch of the silver scalpel as they cut me open to harvest my only remaining kidney. I died on that table, listening to the man I loved call me dramatic. But death was not the end. My spirit floated above the chaos, watching as the surgeon's face turned pale with horror. "She only had one!" the doctor screamed, holding up the blackened organ. "Alpha, look at the old scars! We just killed her!" Only after my heart stopped did the scent-masking drugs fade. Axel fell to his knees in the blood-soaked room, finally smelling the scent of rain and pine he had been searching for his whole life. He realized he had just butchered his true mate to save a liar. "Jana?" he howled, clawing at his chest. But I was already gone.

Three years ago, Collette was framed in a vicious drug and sex scandal by her half-sister. Her father didn't ask a single question before banishing her to the gutters of Europe. She clawed her way back to New York for revenge, willingly becoming a disposable, cheap toy for the city's most dangerous billionaire, Hartwell Lara, just to use him as her weapon. But Hartwell’s heart belonged entirely to his delicate future wife, Isabell. When Collette nearly died of severe pneumonia on a freezing balcony, Hartwell left her bleeding and alone to patiently peel apples for Isabell. Isabell then barged into Collette's hospital room, maliciously tore her life-saving CFDA design sketch to shreds, and brutally slapped her own face. "Collette... why are you being so mean to me?!" Isabell screamed, collapsing to the floor just as Hartwell violently pushed the door open. His dark eyes locked onto Collette, filled with the same absolute, chilling disgust her father had shown three years ago. Why was she always the one thrown away like garbage? Why did her own blood family destroy her, and why did the man she surrendered her dignity to trample her last hope for a liar? Staring at her ruined life's work beneath Isabell's designer shoes, the tiny crack of warmth Hartwell had left in Collette's heart froze completely. She didn't bother to explain or beg. She just smiled her signature empty smile, ready to burn the Norris family and the Lara Empire to the ground.

Brandi Ratcliff was the most dedicated core disciple of Silver Peak Academy. But the moment Seraphina's magic core showed signs of weakness, the Dean and Brandi's trusted peers cornered her. They demanded she hand over her life-bound Azure Lotus Artifact. "Give it to her, Brandi. It is for the greater good of the academy." In her past life, Brandi naively gave in to their pressure. The result was a brutal betrayal. They forcefully drained her magic circuits dry to transfer the artifact, causing her veins to collapse. She bled out on the cold stone floor, listening to the very people she trusted praise Seraphina's recovery while stepping over her dying body. They dismissed her as a necessary, disposable sacrifice. Until her dying breath, Brandi didn't understand. Why was her absolute loyalty rewarded with a gruesome death? Why did she have to be the sacrificial lamb on their altar just because Seraphina knew how to fake a few tears? Opening her eyes again, the stale, incense-heavy air of the Dean's office filled her lungs. She was back at the exact moment they demanded her artifact. Looking at their hypocritical, greedy faces, Brandi didn't defend herself like the desperate girl she once was. She gripped the lotus and violently severed the soul contract herself, tossing the dead metal onto the desk like garbage. She threw down her elite silver badge right next to it. "I am officially withdrawing from Silver Peak Academy." In this life, she absolutely refused to be their stepping stone.

I smoothed the last wrinkle from my wedding dress, my fingers lingering on the delicate lace. Tomorrow, I would walk down the aisle to Pierce, the man who had promised me forever. The rehearsal dinner had gone perfectly—crystal glasses catching the light, laughter bubbling through the elegant ballroom of the Manhattan Grand Hotel. Everything was falling into place. "Melanie, your mother needs you for the seating chart crisis," Sarah whispered, appearing at my elbow. My maid of honor looked stunning in her navy cocktail dress, but her expression was harried. "Apparently your second cousin twice removed is threatening mutiny if she's seated next to your father's business partner." I laughed, squeezing her hand. "Wedding drama at its finest. I'll be right there." As I turned to leave the hotel suite where we'd been finalizing details, I caught Pierce's eye across the room. He smiled—that smile that still made my heart skip after three years together.

Refusing to donate my corneas to my husband's childhood sweetheart, Augustus flicked ash into my eyes as punishment, damaging my retinas. My vision blurred, but his cruelty didn’t stop there. He threatened me with our unborn child. "If you don’t give up your eyes, I’ll use our child's instead. After all, both of you rely on me, so what difference does it make if you can see or not?" Khloe, the childhood sweetheart, chimed in pitifully, “Seraphina, you have Augustus to take care of you. I’m not like you. I still need to earn a living with my own hands. I can’t be without my sight.” After four years of dating and three years of marriage, I finally saw the man lying beside me for who he truly was. I chose to terminate the pregnancy, filed for divorce, and bought a ticket to Paris. It was time I started living for myself.

Seven days into our mate bond, Chandler Freeman, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was suddenly diagnosed with a terminal illness. He claimed he was part of some bizarre system that required him to complete certain tasks to stay alive, including winning over Esme Burke, a Delta in our pack. He brought Esme into our den and insisted I wash their sheets as part of this so-called system's demands. For his sake, I chose to endure. But his tasks grew increasingly outrageous. He took my competition sketches and handed them to Esme. She won a prestigious award with my work, while I was accused of plagiarism. He even forced me to kneel and apologize to Esme at the award ceremony. "Luna," he said, using my title to remind me of my duty, "is my life worth less than a painting?" I yielded again. At the apology event, Esme's fervent admirers attacked me, breaking my fingers so I could never paint again.

"Please, Moon Goddess, send me to a pack where I can be an Alpha, not a slave to a human." "Kan, this is your destiny, and you must fulfill it." "But I can't stay away from my wolf!" "Enough, Kan. Go-and make sure you complete your mission." Kan has been sent on a sacred mission by the Moon Goddess: to heal Melissa's broken soul and guide her to true love. But the path is dangerous, filled with pain, secrets, and temptation. Will Kan succeed in helping Melissa find love and reclaim her strength-or will he fail the goddess's command and lose himself in the process

Leland, the world's most eligible bachelor and powerful President, was rumored to be in love-with Valerie, the nation's favorite punchline. Once rejected by his nephew and scorned for her looks, Valerie faced public outrage for "leeching" off Leland's status and entering government circles. Elite society mocked, rivals sneered. But the tables turned: the mafia king was spotted carrying her bags, scientists begged for her help, and Valerie saved the nation. As chaos erupted, Leland posted on the presidential account. "My wife wants to dump me-how do I win her back? Urgent advice needed!"

I died on a filthy bed in a back-alley clinic. I willingly sacrificed my own corneas so the Mafia man I loved could see the light of day again. But my soul was forced to stay behind, watching another woman claim my sacrifice as her own. Dante reclaimed his throne as the Mafia boss. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him, he unleashed his vengeance upon my family. "Where the hell is she hiding?" He shattered my brother's hands and drove my mother to her death. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already dead, convinced instead that I was just cowering from his wrath. It wasn't until my medical records were thrown right in his face that Dante finally realized whose eyes he was using to look at the world. The truth drove him completely insane. He burned the whole world down just to beg for my forgiveness. "Gianna, please wait for me!"

I walked in on my fiancé sleeping with my maid of honor... On the day of our wedding. I did what anyone would do: Threw my ring in his face and found somewhere quiet to cry. But then something else happened. Something unexpected. In that quiet place... Someone found me. Anton Stepanov is like something out of a dream. Scratch that: out of a nightmare. He's rich as sin, arrogant as heck, and way too handsome for his own good. He's also way too handsome for mine. So when he offers me his hand and a way out of the worst day of my life, I do the only thing I can do: I say yes. That's how I ended up on his yacht. That's how I ended up in his bed. That's how I ended up pregnant with his baby.

Kaitlyn Barton POV: After three years building my family's hotel empire abroad, I came home to New York, expecting a warm embrace from my childhood fiancé, Edwin. Instead, he greeted me with a warning. He told me to be gentle with his new girlfriend, Kacy, painting me as a villain before I even knew her name. At my own welcome-home party, he let her stage a dramatic fall and then publicly blamed me for it, his eyes burning with a hatred I'd never seen. He cradled her in his arms as if she were a fragile doll I had broken. "Happy now, Kaitlyn?" he snarled, shattering twenty years of our shared history in front of everyone we knew. In his eyes, I was no longer his love, but a monster he needed to protect his new flame from. As he stormed out, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Everett Rowe, the man who had quietly loved me for five years. "If you are truly ready, I will marry you. Right now. Just say the word." My fingers moved on their own. "Yes," I typed. "I'll marry you." The moment I stepped back onto New York soil, a city I had once shared completely with Edwin, he greeted me not with a hug, but with a warning about his new girlfriend, painting me as the villain before I even knew her name. Three years abroad, cultivating my family's hotel empire, had prepared me for many business battles, but nothing for the cold, calculated betrayal that awaited me at home. He had replaced me, and then twisted our shared history, turning me into the aggressor he now needed protection from. This was not the reunion I had envisioned, nor the Edwin I remembered. My heart, which had swelled with anticipation, now froze into a solid block of ice.

The email from Bellevue Birth Center glowed on my phone screen, the words blurring as I read them again. I blinked, hoping the message would somehow change, but the clinical language remained unchanged: 'Dear Mrs. Cross, We regret to inform you that your husband has declined payment for your upcoming delivery services, citing budgetary constraints. Please contact our billing department to make alternative arrangements.' My hand instinctively moved to my swollen belly, feeling the gentle kick of my baby—our baby—as if she too sensed something was wrong. Eight months pregnant, and suddenly I was scrambling to secure a safe place to give birth. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the tightness forming in my chest. The familiar warning signs of an asthma attack hovered at the edges of my consciousness, but I pushed them away. Not now. I dialed Nathan's number, counting the rings. One.

Sienna and Kade survived eight years and two cities. Then she found the messages. No explicit photos, no scandalous affairs—just a year of emotional closeness given to his labmate. The breaking point? Discovering that the night Sienna had a severe fever, Kade’s devoted bedside vigil wasn't for her. He was staying up to comfort the other woman. Sienna walked out into the night. Now Kade is unraveling, chasing a woman who realizes that an occupied mind is worse than an empty bed.

Joe Maddox is always shirtless Always so fucking shirtless and he infuriates Tessa James!! Tessa James just wanted to survive senior year in a new town, but when she’s forced to join her uncle’s football team, she ends up butting heads with Jax Maddox the infuriatingly hot team captain with secrets buried beneath his brooding stare. Turns out, he’s a werewolf. And not just any werewolf, the next Alpha. As Tessa’s body begins to change in ways she can’t explain, she’s pulled into a supernatural world of claws, competition, and shirtless team bonding. With rogue wolves hunting her and a bond she never asked for sparking between her and Jax, she’ll have to choose, run for her life or run with the pack.

I stood in the crowded pack hall, my heart pounding against my ribs as Robert's eyes fluttered open for the first time in ten years. A decade of waiting, hoping, praying to the Moon Goddess—all for this moment. My fingers trembled as I gripped his hand, watching the recognition slowly bloom in his gaze. "He's awake!" someone shouted, and the hall erupted in cheers. Robert's body tensed beneath the sheets, muscles contracting in that familiar way I'd memorized over thirty years of marriage. The shift was coming. After ten long years, his wolf was returning. "Everyone back," I commanded, my voice hoarse from disuse. The pack members—who had long since stopped listening to me as their Luna—surprisingly obeyed, creating space around the bed. I stepped back too, watching as my mate's body contorted, bones cracking, skin stretching.

My husband, Augustine, was a serial cheater, and I was a terminally ill artist. His mistress didn't just steal my marriage; she publicly flaunted it, taunting me at every turn. The final blow came when they desecrated the sculpture I made for my dead mother, laughing as they defiled my most sacred memory. He used my childhood trauma to break me, freezing my assets, destroying my career, and trapping me in our home like a prisoner. He had promised to be my safe harbor, but instead, he became the monster who weaponized my deepest pain. But my cancer gave me a deadline and a dark purpose. I lured him back, manipulating him into destroying his mistress and bankrupting himself for a forgiveness I would never grant. As he knelt before me, a broken man offering his shattered empire, I gave him my final command. "Now," I whispered, my voice cold as the grave, "it's time to pay with your life."

I worked eighty-hour weeks on Wall Street just to keep my sick brother alive, enduring endless humiliation from the wealthy family that adopted us. But when I went to surprise my boyfriend of three years, I found him kissing my spoiled adoptive sister, Tatum. They were celebrating their engagement to merge their powerful families. To keep me quiet, my adoptive mother, Eleanor, threatened to freeze my brother's medical trust fund unless I attended the party to play the supportive sister. Instead, I discovered Eleanor had been embezzling from my brother's life-saving fund to cover her own bad investments. The nightmare worsened when a drunken Ryder cornered me in my apartment stairwell. "Once I marry Tatum, Eleanor is giving me control of Liam's trust fund to buy out my father's board members." He planned to drain my brother's medical money, dump Tatum, and keep me as his mistress. For a decade, I suffered their abuse hoping for a shred of decency, only to realize they were plotting to leave my brother to die on the streets for corporate greed. Calling the police wouldn't stop these billionaires. I needed absolute power. Remembering the dark, predatory gaze of Jaren Jarvis—the ruthless billionaire who had watched me fight back at the party—I canceled my call to 911. If they wanted to destroy my only family, I was going to use the devil himself to crush theirs.

Anissa is the perfect, lifeless wife of powerful D.C. politician Julian Sinclair. She endures this suffocating marriage solely to protect the vital funding for her Navajo tribe. But after sneaking out for a brief moment of freedom, she returns to find herself viciously framed. Julian's favorite mistress, Cecily, faked a severe allergic reaction and accused Anissa of poisoning her dessert. Julian violently grabs Anissa's arm, his eyes burning with cold fury. "I will trigger the punitive clauses in our prenuptial agreement." That single threat would instantly cut off her people's survival money. To bury the PR scandal, the family matriarch forces Anissa to swallow her pride. Under the mocking eyes of the household staff, Anissa is forced to fall to her knees beside the mistress's lounge, presenting a massive Cartier diamond bracelet to beg for forgiveness. "Please forgive me for the kitchen mix-up. I am so sorry." A camera flash captures her ultimate humiliation, yet Julian still glares at her defeated posture with inexplicable disgust. Anissa's heart burns with deep, suffocating rage. Why must she be a prisoner to this cruel family? And who was the deadly man she met in the alley tonight? The stranger who effortlessly overpowered her bodyguard and spoke of Arizona sandstorms, triggering blinding flashes of a past she can't remember. Grinding her teeth as she walks away from the suite, Anissa makes a silent vow. She will call that mysterious man, uncover her stolen memories, and tear this gilded cage apart.

The evening before my wedding, an incredible thing happened: My eyesight returned, which I had lost while rescuing Lillian, Lucian’s sister. I couldn't wait to tell Lucian the good news, but instead, I stumbled upon something that shattered my heart—Lucian holding Lillian in a way that left no doubt about their relationship. She was draped in a Victorian-style dress, her shoulders bare. “Lucian, don’t go to the old lady tonight, okay? I’m feeling much better and can take care of you now.” “What old lady? She’s your sister-in-law!” Lucian’s voice was a blend of frustration and something unfamiliar—perhaps a helpless yearning. It was unthinkable. The man who vowed to always cherish me stood openly with his lover in the home we shared. My heart, which had loved him for over a decade, turned cold in an instant. On our wedding day, rather than walking down the aisle, I boarded a flight to the Alps, choosing to let him go.

“She was his weakness. He was her salvation. Until love became the ultimate weapon.” Queenie Vale spent her life being shattered—emotionally bruised and silenced under the cruel thumb of her wicked stepmother and vindictive stepsister. But when Jimin Devereaux, a cold, dangerously alluring billionaire with a heart frozen by betrayal, offers her a deal—to help her destroy the family that tried to erase her—Queenie finally sees a way to reclaim her power. Jimin doesn’t do love. Not anymore. But there’s something about Queenie’s quiet fire, the way she wears her pain like a crown, that draws him in. She was meant to be a pawn in his calculated game—until she becomes the only thing he can’t afford to lose. But love was never supposed to be part of the plan. When Queenie discovers she was just a piece on his chessboard, she vanishes—only to realize she’s carrying his child. A year later, she returns, not as the fragile girl they discarded, but as a woman reborn—untouchable, unstoppable, and ready to burn everything that ever hurt her. What she doesn’t know is… Jimin Devereaux is waiting. And this time, he’s the one who wants revenge. In a war where love is laced with lies, and revenge tastes sweeter with every kiss, Crazy Over You: It's You I Want asks one searing question: How do you heal… when the one who broke you still owns your heart?

The familiar scent of turpentine and oil paint should have comforted me as I pushed open the door to Adrian's studio. Instead, my stomach twisted into knots as the scene before me registered in my mind. I'd spent the morning preparing his favorite lunch—smoked salmon sandwiches with the crusts removed, just as he liked them—and tucked a pregnancy test into my pocket. After three years of trying, the faint second line had appeared this morning. I wanted to surprise him, to see his face light up with the news we'd waited so long to receive. But the woman draped across Adrian's chaise lounge wasn't me. "Adrian?" My voice sounded small, even to my own ears. He didn't startle. Didn't even pause the sweep of his brush across the canvas. The afternoon light streamed through the skylights, illuminating the scene with a clarity I wished I could escape.

I have stood at the head of this pack for seven years. Seven years of early mornings and late nights, of border disputes settled before dawn, of warriors trained until they bled and healers stretched past their limits. Seven years of carrying the Moonveil Pack on my back without once letting my knees buckle. I know what it means to lead. I know what it costs. I am Louisa Nelson, Alpha of the Moonveil Pack, and I have never once broken in front of my people. Tonight will not be the first time. The bonfire is at full height when I hear the disruption at the tree line. I am mid-address, standing on the raised platform at the center of the gathering ground, when the murmur moves through the crowd like a current. Heads turn.

Aiden was certain my father had murdered his. Fueled by revenge, he exploited my love, demolishing my father's criminal empire. His cruelty knew no end. He used me as a punching bag for his anger, and even had my uterus removed, stealing my womanhood. Just as he realized he loved me, I was brutally robbed and burned to ashes. Or so he thought. Three years passed. In a remote place, he saw me, now a doctor. The moment he laid eyes on me, he was desperate to tell me the truth... I, who'd given everything to the man I loved, had been utterly betrayed.