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The marble floors of the city registry office gleamed under fluorescent lights as I approached the reception desk, my heart hammering against my ribs. Ten years. Ten years of waiting, planning, dreaming of this moment when Hudson and I would finally make it official. "I'm here for the Bishop-Riley appointment," I told the clerk, my voice steady despite the tremor in my hands. The woman's fingers clicked across her keyboard, her brow furrowing. "I'm sorry, miss, but I show a divorce consultation appointment under those names, not a marriage registration." The world tilted. "That's impossible. We scheduled this months ago." She turned her monitor toward me, and there it was—our appointment slot, changed from marriage registration to divorce filing consultation. My eyes locked onto the signature at the bottom of the change request form: *Fallon Davis*. Ninety-nine times.

Now, I'm caring for five children as a mother. I'm simply an average girl who had an unexpected kid after having an unfortunate encounter with a guy. 5 more! A number of years later, I made another attempt to enter the workforce, but this time I met with much resistance. My memory of the dashing person makes me think he will become a powerful business leader. He was charming, affluent, and surprisingly commanding. Years later, he still carried a grudge over the gratuity I had given him and relentlessly teased me, but I let it go since he was unaware of my family situation. "Dear children, your father is a micromanager. We need him so much!"

For three years, a rare liver disease has been killing me. Through it all, my husband Julian has been my rock. Our last hope was a black-market liver, secured through a life-debt owed to my family, the Volkov Bratva. But from my hospital bed, I overheard him promise that very liver to another woman. It was for his mistress's mother. I soon discovered he had a four-year-old daughter with her. Their family was established; I was just the placeholder. On a hidden security feed, I watched him in my dead parents' penthouse—a sacred place he forbade me from visiting—bouncing their child on his knee. Then he fastened the diamond necklace he'd bought for my birthday around his mistress's neck. The final blow came when I heard her whisper, "Just a little longer... the fever will do the rest." He wasn't just leaving me. He was actively trying to kill me. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned to a cold, hard stone in my chest. The man whose devotion I never questioned now made my skin crawl with revulsion. The next morning, I signed myself out of the hospital against medical advice. I left my wedding ring and the signed divorce papers on the entryway table, blocked his number, and walked out of our house without looking back.

I walked in on my husband caressing his pregnant mistress' s belly. In my own home. But the real betrayal wasn't his affair. It was when he, his mother, and even my own parents declared my pregnancy a "complication" that needed to be erased for a multi-billion-dollar merger. They locked me in my penthouse and dragged me to a clinic. My own mother and father sold me out for a check, signing off on the procedure to get rid of my baby. "It's time to cleanse the bloodline," my mother-in-law said as they held me down. As the needle went into my arm, I felt my child, the one I'd prayed for, being stolen from me. They didn't just break my heart; they murdered my baby. But they didn't know who I really was. Rescued by my true family-the powerful Pittmans-I learned I wasn't a discarded wife. I was a kidnapped heiress. And now, I will use every bit of my power to make them pay for the child they took from me.

The Fifth Avenue wedding venue glowed in the soft light of dawn as I adjusted the last orchid in a crystal vase. My fingers trembled slightly—not from exhaustion after the sleepless night of preparations, but from a giddy, almost desperate excitement. After five years of waiting, of promises made and broken, Nathan had finally agreed to marry me. 'Just a little higher on the left,' I whispered to myself, tilting my head to examine the arrangement. Perfect. Everything had to be perfect today. The grand ballroom was transformed into the elegant, timeless space I'd envisioned since I was a little girl in Ohio dreaming of my future. Ivory silk draperies cascaded from ceiling to floor, catching the morning light that streamed through the tall windows. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above tables adorned with orchids and roses—Nathan's favorite. I'd chosen every detail with him in mind.

The iron gates of the Moonstone Pack House loomed before me, their ornate design a stark contrast to the knot of dread tightening in my stomach. I adjusted the worn backpack on my shoulder, feeling the weight of my decision with each breath. My father's pack—my pack—and not a single person here would know who I really was. I dug my nails into my palms, a habit I'd developed to suppress my Alpha aura. The sharp pain grounded me, reminding me of my purpose. I wasn't Madison Wells, daughter of Alpha Wells today. I was just Madison, a new Omega transfer, weak and insignificant. "Name?" The guard at the gate barely looked up from his clipboard, his tone dripping with boredom. "Madison," I answered softly, carefully modulating my voice to sound meek. "I'm the new...

The grand ballroom of the Blackwood Pack House glittered under crystal chandeliers, a sea of formal gowns and tailored suits swaying to the string quartet's melody. I smoothed down my simple navy dress—elegant but understated, designed to blend into the background. Five years as Luna had taught me the art of invisibility. "Miss Spencer, the Eastern Ridge Beta is questioning the seating arrangement," Marcus, our pack Beta, appeared at my elbow, his voice low. "He's insisting on being placed near the Northern Alliance representatives." I nodded, already moving toward the entrance hall where the offending Beta stood, his face flushed with indignation. The Eastern Ridge and Northern Alliance had a territorial dispute brewing—something Lachlan had ignored despite my warnings. "Beta Morris," I greeted him with a diplomatic smile. "I've rearranged the seating to honor your pack's traditions. You'll be positioned with the Western Valley delegation—your traditional allies." His eyes narrowed. "And the Northerners?" "Separated by the Silver Creek and Moonstone delegations," I replied smoothly.

To save my dying mother, I had to remarry my cheating ex-husband, Braden. He was the only surgeon in the country who could perform the life-saving surgery she needed, so I swallowed my pride and walked back into our gilded cage. But on the day of the operation, he abandoned her. He left my mother to die on the table for a "personal emergency"-a flat tire with his mistress, Angelina. When my grief turned to rage, he didn't just dismiss my pain. He used his power to have me declared mentally unstable, bribing doctors and having me dragged away to a psychiatric hospital to silence me forever. Trapped in a padded cell, stripped of my dignity and my sanity, I realized he had taken everything. My mother, my freedom, my name. The love I once felt for him had curdled into a cold, sharp resolve. After I escaped, I didn't run into the night. I walked straight into the national medical awards gala where he was being celebrated, ready to burn his perfect life to the ground on live television.

I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family’s struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive. Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly. I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel. The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price. I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family’s legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours. "I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat. I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn’s penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash—as long as he lets me be the one to bite.

Elena Rossi's life shatters when her father's gambling debt attracts the attention of the mafia. ‎With no money to repay them, Elena is taken to a secret auction where desperate women are sold to powerful men. ‎Just when she thinks her fate couldn't get worse, the most feared mafia boss in the city makes the highest bid. ‎Dante Moretti. ‎Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. ‎Now Elena belongs to him. ‎But the deeper she falls into his dangerous world, the more secrets she uncovers. ‎Because Dante didn't buy her out of desire. ‎He bought her because she reminds him of the one woman who betrayed him. ‎As enemies close in and a mafia war begins, Elena realizes something terrifying. ‎The ruthless man who owns her body might soon own her heart. ‎And in Dante Moretti's world... ‎Love can be just as deadly as betrayal.

I sold myself to a paralyzed billionaire to pay for my mother's life support. But my step-sister staged a photo of me with another man, making my new husband think I was a cheating gold-digger. In a jealous rage, Curtis locked me in a dark panic room. While trapped, my step-mother sent a picture of her hand on my mom's ventilator plug, forcing me to sneak out to a black-market clinic. There, they forcibly drained 800cc of my blood to sell. Half-dead and in severe shock, I dragged myself back home, only for Curtis to confront me with another staged photo of my ex grabbing me outside the clinic. Believing I had snuck out to see a lover, he ordered his guards to throw my blood-drained body into the freezing wine cellar. "Please, don't put me down there! I'll die!" I begged and clung to his wheelchair, but he just kicked my hand away in absolute disgust. In the pitch-black, 55-degree room, my organs slowly shut down. I didn't understand why I had to endure this hell, or why he was so blinded by his own fragile ego that he never even noticed how chalk-white my face was. Hours later, his precious sister needed an emergency transfusion, and they dragged my icy body out to drain me again. But when the doctor rolled up my sleeve and exposed the horrific, bruised puncture wound, Curtis finally realized the truth. As he stared at my arm in absolute, paralyzed terror, the EKG machine attached to my chest flatlined.

My sister Rosalie always played the role of my gentle protector. On the night of my engagement, she insisted I take a secluded canyon road for my own safety. In my past life, I didn't know it was a deadly trap. I fell for the staged ambush and the rival mobster, Julian, who took a fake bullet to "save" me. Because of my blind trust, my entire Falcone bloodline was annihilated overnight. My father was beheaded, my brothers were gunned down, and my sweet little sister was left to die in a filthy alley. I was even brainwashed into betraying my new husband, Damien Moretti. I shot the only man who truly protected me right through the heart, just before Rosalie drowned me in a freezing lake, laughing as she confessed she was just a bastard child stealing my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very night my nightmare began. I was trapped in a penthouse, a lethal drug melting my sanity, pinned beneath Damien. But after he brutally sweat the poison out of my veins, he didn't look at me with love. He handed me a Plan B pill with a gaze full of ancient, chilling hatred. "Swallow it," he commanded, his voice a sheet of ice. He remembers. The Dark Don remembers the past life where I murdered him. But this time, I won't be a pawn. I wiped the blood of my traitorous maid from my hands, ready to drag my fake sister straight to hell.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital room buzzed overhead, a harsh contrast to the darkness I'd grown accustomed to during my captivity. Three years. One thousand and ninety-five days of hell, and now I was free—if you could call this freedom. My body bore the evidence of what I'd endured. Thin scars crisscrossed my wrists where restraints had cut into my skin. The hollow look in my eyes had become permanent, a constant reminder of the child I'd carried and lost in that warehouse prison. "Ms. Stone?" A gentle voice pulled me from my thoughts. "I'm Sarah, the social worker. How are you feeling today?" I met her eyes, noticing how she carefully avoided looking at the bruises on my arms.

Camila broke into the wrong hotel suite, pointed at the most feared man in the country, and called him a cheating bastard. He should've thrown her out. But then he saw her eyes - the same eyes as the woman he could never forget. That was all it took. Prescott didn't ask who she was - he just made her his. "You can have anything you want - except my love," he warned her. But when she vanished without a trace, the man who claimed he couldn't love went mad trying to find her. He's a devil who doesn't know how to love - until her. She's an ordinary girl caught in a storm of power, secrets, and desire. But she won't break. She won't beg. She'll rise.

"You? A Luna? You think I ever wanted you?" "Don't flatter yourself, Rhaella. You were nothing but a mistake fate dumped on me!" – – – – – – – – – – – – Betrayed by her mate and shipped to the ruthless Lycranox Pack. A place where no Omega dares to go. Rhaella wants only one thing... revenge. Her plan? Seduce the one man her ex fears most: Logan. His powerful VIP. Dangerous and untouchable. But Logan doesn't play fair. He hunts. He takes. And with every look, every touch, Rhaella slips deeper into a game she swore she was controlling. She came to ruin him for her vengeance... but what happens when the seducer becomes the seduced?

Elena never planned on marrying a stranger, especially not someone engaged to her sister. But when her sister disappears days before the wedding, Elena is forced into an arrangement she never agreed to, with a man she knew nothing about. Nathaniel Sinclair, billionaire heir with his dreamy looks and charming attitude is just as unenthusiastic about the situation as she is. Their marriage begins with distance, awkward silences and the quiet understanding that neither of them asked for this. But as days turn into weeks and forced proximity becomes a regular thing, Elena starts to wonder: what happens when two people trapped in an arrangement begin to fall for each other? It was never meant to be love. But love has a way of rewriting the rules.

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite in my heavy silk wedding dress, waiting to marry the heir of the Moretti syndicate to save my family from insurmountable debt. Then, my assistant handed me the morning tabloid. My fiancé, Marco, had fled to Paris with a half-dressed chorus girl, declaring to the world that he was breaking his chains. My father burst into the room, terrified that rival families would slaughter us by midnight, and demanded I go beg the Morettis for mercy. But the Moretti family's ruthless matriarch and their 'Fixer' had a different plan. To cover up Marco's cowardice and protect their syndicate's reputation, they decided to tell the press that my bloodline was "impure" and cancel the wedding. Even Marco's slimy cousin tried to grope me, offering to take me off their hands as his leftover prize. They were going to nail me and my entire family to a cross of public shame just to save their own pride. I was nothing but collateral, surrounded by cowards, pawns, and opportunists who were ready to devour me to save their own necks. But I refused to be the scapegoat for a spineless boy. If I was going to be a piece on the board, I would be played by the hand of the King. I gathered my heavy skirt, walked straight into the private parlor of the apex predator himself—Don Dante Moretti—and slammed the tabloid on his mahogany desk. "Don't cancel the wedding." I looked the most dangerous man in New York dead in the eye. "Marry me."

When the life you know becomes a lie… Emily thought she knew her husband—his routines, his quirks, his secrets. But late nights, whispered phone calls, and disappearing “business trips” start to paint a different picture. As Nathan builds walls she can’t climb, Emily begins a quiet investigation, documenting every inconsistency, every slip, every suspicious gesture. With each entry in her journal, the truth becomes harder to ignore—and more terrifying. Who is Nathan really, and how far will he go to hide it?

A young woman was found unconscious by two siblings, Fleur and Miguel, on Fraser Island in the quiet countryside of Australia. They took her in and nursed her back to health. Fleur, being a nurse, soon discovered that the young woman had amnesia—she remembered nothing from her past, not even her own name. The siblings decided to accommodate her and gave her a new name, Elva, chosen by Fleur. As they lived together, the three of them formed a close, unbreakable bond that quickly became the envy of everyone around them. But Miguel carried a hidden burden. He suffered from a rare condition called “Rare Syndrome,” an uncured, debilitating disease that had stolen his chance to chase his talent and dreams. In his desperate search for a false cure, Miguel nearly lost his life. Everything grew even more complicated when Miguel and Elva fell deeply, hopelessly in love. As the story unfolded, difficult questions rose to the surface: Would their world remain the same once Elva regained her memory? What would happen when she discovered she already had a fiancé— a fiancé willing to do anything, absolutely anything, to get her back? And above all… would Miguel survive the cruel disease threatening his life? Tighten your seatbelt and dive into this emotional, romantic, adventurous, and suspense-filled novel titled MEANT TO BE YOURS.

She came to hunt monsters. She never expected to become one. Raine Cross is a bounty tracker with a sharp tongue, a hidden past, and zero interest in pack politics or love. But when a rogue werewolf bites her deep in the cursed Forest of Shadows, her world shatters. She survives… and transforms. Captured by the ruthless Beta of a hidden werewolf pack, Raine awakens chained and burning with a power no wolf should possess. Killian Voss doesn’t trust her, doesn’t want her but he can’t stay away from her. And Raine? She doesn’t bow, doesn’t beg… but she might just break for him. As ancient bloodlines stir and forbidden instincts rise, Raine finds herself at the center of a deadly war. Hunted by a cold-blooded alpha killer. Desired by a feral rogue king. Bound to a man she was never meant to love. One bite turned her into prey. One bond could make her a queen. Let them fear the girl who was never supposed to survive.

Blurb She believed the lies. Her mother made sure of it. One moment, I was her husband. The next, I was a monster in her eyes - a poor man accused of hurting the woman I loved. They threw pictures in my face, forged proof, and handed me divorce papers. And she, Sally, stood there in silence. Not a word. Not a tear. That was the day I died - and a king was born. Years later, I returned richer, colder, and untouchable. The world now bows to my name. But my revenge is just beginning... until Yvonne Wells, a scandal-tarnished model, storms into my life. She was supposed to be my contract girlfriend - a shield against the chaos. I never meant to drag her into my storm, but she became the only light that could calm it. Now, the same family that destroyed me is crawling back, desperate to rewrite the past. But I'm not that broken man anymore. I'm the king they abandoned - and this time, I give no mercy.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

"Don't you dare touch me. You bloody monster," Eric whispered glaring at me, which only turned me on the more. A beautiful smile crossed my lips; luckily for us, his fake mother was so focused on Katherine, she did not know I was fucking her son before her eyes. "So I am now a monster, huh? That was not what you said yesterday. Or have you forgotten about our hot night?" I asked as I traced my way to his lap again, approaching his groin area. He swallowed hard, his eyes roaming around. "Damien. I am Katherine's fiancé. your niece" He reminded me as my hands reached his groan, caressing it through the layers of his trousers. "Yesterday you were Mike's boyfriend, and what did I tell you? I don't give a fuck!," I whispered back. "Now be quiet and try to control yourself" . Eric's life is thrown upside down when his brother is killed on his coronation day, and he now has to become the king. and he can't because he is gay and he has a boyfriend who he loves dearly, or so he thought until he met Damien Monetro, his fiancée's uncle and his former one-night stand

After five years of captivity, Selene Graves miraculously escapes—only to discover her world has moved on without her. Her husband Elias has remarried and had a new family.