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Ava Montgomery has it all. Wealth, beauty, and a life that everyone envies. By night, she becomes someone no one would expect. She is a masked vigilante who fights corruption inside her own family's empire. Leo Kane is smart, charming, and dangerous. His family was ruined by Ava's father and he is determined to get revenge. When he meets Ava, sparks fly, but he does not know she is the very enemy he is hunting. Secrets and lies surround them. Every smile hides the truth. Every touch is risky. Ava and Leo must navigate a world full of betrayal, passion, and danger before the city, their families, and their hearts are destroyed.

Everyone in Kaelton envied me for the three elite young people my parents adopted, who treated me like a queen. Rodger Burton spent millions to light up the city with fireworks for the whole night to celebrate my birthday. Larry Burton planted roses throughout the estate to make me happy. Ethan Burton crafted a unique ring just for me with his rib to prove his sincerity. I was overjoyed, believing myself to be the happiest woman in the world. But when I accidentally ate a cake containing peanuts and nearly went into shock, I overheard the three guys whispering to Cailey Kirk, the daughter of the servant, Vida Kirk, in the hospital corridor. "Don't be afraid. She is merely allergic and went into shock. It is just a lesson for her." "Isn't she allergic to peanuts? We doubled the amount in the cake to punish her so that she would never have the guts to show off in front of you again." "Relax. She won't die. We just wanted to teach her a lesson for upsetting you." I stood in the shadows, and my heart turned cold. I nearly lost my life, but it was just the three guys' cruel joke to win Cailey over. Looking at the emergency medication Jayden Price had sent to my bedside, I wiped my tears and called my father, Huxley Burton. "I'll marry Jayden, despite his scars."

The day before returning from a business trip, I noticed a new entry on my weight-tracking app, showing someone 7 pounds lighter than me. I immediately changed my flight to come home early. The snack cupboard was half empty, and the fridge was devoid of my usual sodas, replaced instead with strawberry-flavored milk, which I couldn't stand. On the coffee table sat several packs of strawberry-flavored cookies, something neither my husband nor I ever ate. I called my husband directly: "Has someone been here recently?" After a month away, it felt like someone else had moved into our home. His hesitation was noticeable: "Um...Vincenzo brought his girlfriend over for a bit yesterday. Why?" I softly replied, "Just curious," and hung up. Then I quickly checked Vincenzo's girlfriend’s Instagram, and her latest post was, “Help! Who else gets a bad allergic reaction to strawberries? Just the smell makes me sick!” Nikolas’s tone during the call made my intuition scream that he was cheating, yet I couldn’t believe our decade-long relationship was crumbling like this.

I stood before the full-length mirror in my family's Manhattan penthouse, adjusting grandmother's pearl necklace against the ivory silk of my engagement gown. Each pearl caught the morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting tiny rainbows across my collarbone. These pearls had witnessed three generations of Gilbert women on their most important days. Today, they would witness mine. "The guest list has been finalized, Miss Gilbert," my assistant said, handing me a tablet displaying New York's most influential names. "Four hundred and seventeen confirmed attendees, including the mayor and three state senators." I nodded, scanning the names without really seeing them. The Holmes and Gilbert families had spent months orchestrating this engagement announcement ceremony—the social event of the season. Our childhood friendship turned romance would finally culminate in the merger of two of Manhattan's oldest fortunes. "Your grandmother called again," my assistant continued. "She's already at the Grand Plaza overseeing the final arrangements.

She believed she understood passion. He thought he had locked away his heart. But one fateful night unraveled every rule they had set... When Amelia Hart, a reserved working-class woman seeking stability, encounters Adrian Blackwood, a powerful CEO with a dangerous edge, sparks ignite into something neither of them can control. Their desire burns hotter than reason, and every kiss feels like a sin they cannot resist. However, a love as consuming as theirs does not come without wounds. Secrets lurk beneath the surface, and their passion could either be their salvation or the fire that ultimately consumes them. This is a heart-racing story of forbidden desire, raw chemistry, and the kind of love that changes everything."

The familiar antiseptic scent of the pack hospital greeted me as I pushed through the glass doors, my heels clicking against the polished floors with a rhythm that had become as routine as breathing. Three years of monthly visits, three years of hope dwindling with each negative test result, each sympathetic shake of Dr. Helena's head. I adjusted my purse strap and headed toward the fertility wing, my wolf stirring restlessly beneath my skin. Luna, my inner wolf, had been unusually agitated lately, though I couldn't pinpoint why. Perhaps she sensed my growing desperation, the weight of pack expectations that seemed to press heavier with each passing month. The corridor stretched before me, lined with motivational posters about werewolf health and family planning that now felt like cruel mockery. I'd memorized every word, every smiling face of the happy werewolf families featured in the images. Would Lucian and I ever have that? Would I ever give him the heir our pack needed?

A desperate flee to her hometown leads Aria Romano directly into the hands of Maximo Morelli, the ruthless mafia don. Ignorant of who he really is, she spends an unforgettable night with him, only to wake up the next morning to find him gone, with a warning note left on the bedside table. Despite how hard he tried to forget about that night, Maximo's desire for Aria dominated his every waking thought. But those thoughts are replaced with burning fury after he finds out that her father was a traitor to the mafia. Maximo takes Aria captive and swears to make her life a living hell. That is, before he realizes that she is like a drug-tempting and addicting. Hatred turns into lust, and lust into passion. Will they give in to their strong desires? Or will the darkness and secrets of the mafia swallow them whole?

They ruined her face. Stole her child. Now she's back-and nothing will stop her. Five years ago, Raina Carrington lost everything: her beauty, her family, and her newborn baby. Now she's returned-unrecognizable, unbreakable, and with one goal in mind: to find her son and make them pay. But revenge is never simple, especially when it draws the attention of Leif Vexley-the most powerful and dangerous man in the city-who just might hold the key to her child's past. Yet she's not the victim anymore. She's the storm-and she's ready to strike.

The antiseptic smell burned my nostrils as consciousness clawed its way back to me. White ceiling tiles swam into focus, then blurred again. Pain radiated through my abdomen—sharp, insistent, consuming. I tried to move, but my body felt leaden, trapped beneath an invisible weight. "She's waking up," a voice said somewhere above me. I turned my head slightly, wincing at the effort. A doctor in a white coat stood beside my bed, his expression grave. Dr. Aris—I recognized him from the Graham Corporation's medical staff. "Miss Graham," he said, his voice gentle but clinical.

Just because I accidentally spilled hot water on Bailee Rose, my mate’s Beta, he locked me in the pack’s sauna for eight hours. Right before I lost consciousness, Rhys Kennedy, the Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack, finally sent someone to get me out. He stood over me, his towering frame casting a shadow, his voice low and commanding, “This is just a small lesson. If I ever see you hurt Bailee again, next time, it won’t be this easy for you.” I lay on the stretcher, my body weak but my voice steady. “Alright,” I said, knowing better than to argue with an Alpha. ============================== On the day I was discharged, I stood outside the packhouse and overheard lively chatter inside. The voices carried through the open windows, sharp and mocking. “Alpha Rhys, if you dislike Adelaide so much, why not just reject her?” Colin Harris, a Gamma in the pack, asked smugly. Rhys made a noise of irritation, his deep voice rumbling. “My mother, the Luna, insists that only Adelaide can initiate the rejection.

Lila never expected her life to be sold to a dangerous werewolf pack, least of all to the infuriatingly dominant alpha who claims her as his mate. Dominic is cold, commanding, and utterly infuriating, yet something about him makes her heart race despite every instinct screaming to resist. When threats from rival packs and hidden conspiracies endanger them both, Lila must fight alongside the man she despises and maybe, just maybe, fall for the one she's supposed to hate. Can trust and love survive in a world ruled by fangs, claws, and secrets?

My husband, the Alpha, told me the pack needed an heir, and since I was "barren," he had found a solution. Her name was Aria. She smelled like artificial vanilla and rotting peaches. Alex claimed she was just a surrogate, a vessel to carry his bloodline. Yet, he moved her into the nursery I had prepared for our own children. He let her wear the Luna's silver gown to the Moon Festival, an honor reserved only for me. When she staged a fall and blamed me, Alex used his Alpha Command to force me to my knees, humiliating me in front of the entire pack. He even drained his own life-force to give her a blood transfusion for a fake illness, ignoring my warnings that it would weaken the pack. He looked at me with cold hatred, calling me a broken human, while he groomed her publicly like a mate. I realized then that he didn't just want a child. He wanted to replace me. So, when his father handed him a stack of "business documents" to sign, Alex didn't read the fine print. He thought he was protecting his assets for his new future. He didn't realize he had just signed our divorce papers. I cleaned my scent from the house, left my ring on the table, and boarded a jet to Paris. Alex thinks I'm visiting a sick cousin. He doesn't know I've left forever. And he certainly doesn't know that the moment I severed our bond, my "dormant" wolf finally woke up.

"Stay the fuck away from me." He rasped. My breath hitched. The' Proper Tycoon' was gone. Hearing him curse was like hearing a statue scream, it was a total breakdown of his carefully constructed reality and it lit a fire inside me. "You think this is a game?" he seethed, his chest heaving against mine. "You think you can just show up in my park, show up at my friend's club, and play with my son to get what you want?" "I'm not playing, Arthur." I whispered, my voice thick. I leaned my head back against the pillar, exposing the line of my throat. "I'm offering you a good service." I looked him dead in the eye, my lips pulling into a slow, defiant smirk. I shifted my hips forward, feeling the heat radiating off his thighs. His gaze dropped to my lips before snapping back to my eyes. His grip on my arms tightened just a fraction. "I want you to disappear back into whatever gutter Caspian Beaumont found you in." "And if I don't?" I challenged. Elara Vance is the 'Expert,' a high-end escort paid to be the perfect companion for the elite men of Boston. But when her mother leaves her with a $2 million debt to the city's most dangerous loan sharks, Elara needs a 'whale' to survive. She finds Arthur Sterling, the 'Ice King' of the biomedical world who is drowning in his own perfection. Arthur needs a fiancée to secure a multi-billion dollar merger and a companion for his shy son. Elara is the only one who sees through the 'Ice King' mask. What starts as a $4 million contract for stability turns into a dangerous game of real emotions, hidden pasts, and a "Clean Slate" that might cost them everything. The Billionaire's Contracted Escort is a scorching story of redemption, sacrifice, and a love that was never part of the deal. In a world built on lies, the most dangerous thing they can do is tell the truth.

My husband Hubert threw a stack of faked, compromising photos at my bleeding face. He crushed my hand under his leather shoe and threatened our five-year-old son's life, forcing me to sign away my company shares and full custody. Then, my younger sister Ara walked into the room, stepping carefully to avoid my blood, and kissed my husband deeply. "You really are a stupid stepping stone, Amelie. I paid a lot of money to have those photos photoshopped." She sneered at me, admitting she had orchestrated everything just to steal my fashion brand and my life. Before I could fight back, Ara injected a paralytic directly into my neck. They stuffed me into a duffel bag and dumped me in the freezing mud of a secluded hunting estate. Ara waved a forged suicide note in my face, claiming I had drowned myself out of shame, before giving her bodyguard a sharp nod. Three massive, starving mastiffs were released from their cages. As the dogs tore through my flesh and crushed my bones, Hubert watched my bloody massacre live on a video call. In my final seconds of agonizing pain, a blinding hatred locked into my dying brain. I didn't understand why the two people I loved most would torture me so ruthlessly, but I made a venomous vow. If I ever come back, I will make you both drown in your own blood. Opening my eyes again, I wasn't dead in the mud. I had awakened in the young body of a girl named Gena, and fate had just dropped the perfect weapon for my revenge right into my lap: Hubert's ruthless billionaire uncle.

Teresa Olsen emerges from three years of wrongful imprisonment to find her childhood love, billionaire Allen Percy, waiting with a vengeance. Framed for arson against Allen's fiancée Jane, Teresa is plunged into a nightmare of medical torture—forced to become Jane's personal blood donor in a sterile facility doubling as a gilded cage.

The moon-daisies bloomed perfectly tonight, their silver petals catching the light as I arranged them in crystal vases around the great hall. Thirty years. Three decades of devotion, sacrifice, and careful cultivation—of both these flowers and the Ironhowl Pack. "More candles in the east corner, Elena," I instructed the young Omega, smoothing down my ceremonial silver gown. "The elders prefer brighter lighting." "Yes, Luna Luciana." Elena scurried away, her movements quick and efficient. I touched the moon-daisy pendant at my throat—my secret talisman, my reminder of what once was and what could have been. Theodore's pendant. My fingers lingered there as I surveyed the hall one final time. "Everything is perfect," I whispered to myself. "It has to be." The great hall of Ironhowl Pack House glittered with silver and blue decorations.

I stood frozen in the doorway of the Alpha's quarters—our quarters for the past three years—watching as James carelessly tossed my clothes into a trunk. His movements were hurried, almost frantic, nothing like the measured control I'd grown accustomed to. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across what had been our shared space until just hours ago. "You need to be out by dawn," James said without looking at me, his voice carrying that edge of Alpha command that made my wolf whimper. "Sophia needs to settle in properly." Sophia. The name alone sent a chill down my spine. His true mate had returned unexpectedly last night, claiming her wolf was weakening and she needed James's aura to strengthen her. And just like that, three years of my life were being packed away in a single trunk. "Where should I go?" I asked, my voice smaller than I intended. "The guest wing." He finally looked up, his eyes—the same piercing blue that had first reminded me of Ethan—now cold and distant.

The business world's reigning emperor, Ian Wade, was a lunatic. He locked a hundred women inside a villa and treated them like blind-box prizes. Pulling one at random, he would marry whoever he drew. Everyone thought getting picked was luck. Only I knew it was a curse. In my last life, I was the one whose name came up. After being reborn, I planned to destroy the magnetic strip on the blind box and dodge that twisted fate altogether. But by some cruel twist of chance, I still ended up being the "lucky" one. On the wedding day, history repeated itself. Ian took a phone call, panic flashing across his face as he tore off his boutonniere. "Jemma doesn't want to marry. She's threatening suicide. I have to go get her," he said. The man who was supposed to marry Jemma Lane-Leland Riley, the Crownport's golden heir, stormed in, radiating icy fury. He didn't chase after the runaway bride. Instead, he walked straight up to me and looked me over from head to toe. "Ian ran off with my wife," Leland said, grabbing my chin. "His debt becomes yours. You marry me. Fair enough, right?"

Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand. "I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly. Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life. Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled. She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck. As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb. He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression. He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door. He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain. A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones. She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash. Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air. She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup. When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg. "I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.

After my private photos were leaked by my then-boyfriend, Major General Ezra, I secretly processed my discharge papers and applied for a position in overseas humanitarian work. The next time I saw Ezra was at a reunion with my fellow comrades, ten years later. All my friends had married and started families. Ezra was the only one who, like me, remained unattached after our breakup. "Keira, Ezra must have been waiting for you! He hasn’t dated anyone or tied the knot all these years." As they finished talking, Ezra entered the room. His uniform was spotless, and his presence immediately commanded everyone's attention. Ten years had passed, and Ezra was still strikingly handsome, though the sharpness of youth had transformed into a more seasoned and commanding aura. Understanding our past, they had arranged for us to sit next to each other. He looked at me for a long while, as though he had many things to say, but it all turned into a gentle greeting: "Keira, it's been ages." "Yes, it’s been a long time," I replied calmly, my face betraying none of the emotions stirred by the reunion.

After Daisy broke her leg in a skiing accident, I ordered someone to break Reign's legs and lock her away in the villa's basement. I believed she was the cause of Daisy's accident, though she wasn't even there. Before she died, my five-year-old son pleaded with me three times. The first time, Benjamin said Reign had a high fever and needed some medicine. I coldly replied, “Isn't a fever normal? I want her to experience the suffering Daisy went through.” The second time, Benjamin said her wounds were festering and begged me to take her to the hospital. I cruelly remarked, “She's not dying yet. Let me know when she does.” The third time, Benjamin clung to my suit pants, crying that she had stopped breathing and was fading fast. Impatiently, I pushed him aside. “It's just broken legs.

For three years of their secret relationship, Claire was sure Carsten would never let her down. But she overestimated herself and underestimated the hold his first love had on him. Three years of devotion ended with him suggesting she marry someone else, saying, "In six months, after your divorce, I'll marry you." Heartbroken, Claire walked away and vowed to never betray her new husband. What started as an arranged marriage blossomed into something real. Carsten, desperate, searched endlessly for her-only to be met by a nobleman who protected Claire and their unborn child, telling him to let go.

I stood at the edge of the red carpet, my pulse a steady seventy-two beats per minute. I wasn't the girl they broke eighteen years ago; I was a machine of flesh and bone, calibrated by the sterile lights of the operating theater. But the moment I stepped inside the Hamptons estate, the trap snapped shut. Belle Estrada stood on the stage, her emerald dress shimmering as she pointed a blood-red nail at me. She accused me of corporate espionage, flashing "stolen" lab data across the massive screens for the entire elite crowd to see. The room turned into a shark tank. When the family patriarch collapsed from a massive stroke, Bentley—the man who once watched them ruin me—didn't see a doctor rushing to help. He saw a criminal. He lunged at me, hissing that he would have my medical license revoked and blacklist me from every lab in the country. "This is over," he snarled. "I'll bury you until you're broke and begging." I looked at him and felt nothing but cold, analytical curiosity. They really thought they could steal my life's work a second time. They thought I was still the girl who would cry and beg for mercy while they carved up my future. "You can't blacklist the patent holder, Bentley," I said, my voice cutting through his rage like a scalpel. I held up my phone, displaying the official filing from the USPTO. I wasn't just a guest; I was the sole owner of the very drug they were trying to sell. And standing in the shadows was Julian Vance, the most feared venture capitalist in the city, waiting to collect on his investment. The Everetts wanted a war, but they didn't realize I had already bought the battlefield.

For twelve years, I was the shame of the Silver Moon Pack. A Luna who never shifted, a barren wife who couldn't give Alpha Ivan an heir. I thought my body was broken. But on my thirtieth birthday, I learned I wasn't sick. I was being murdered. Tracking Ivan to a downtown gallery, I expected to catch him in a lie about work. Instead, I saw him playing father to a child that wasn't mine, while his mistress looked on with a smirk. Then, I heard my own father’s voice booming through the thin glass. "If that White Wolf blood of hers ever woke up, she'd destroy us all. Better she dies a sickly Omega." My husband, my Fated Mate, didn't defend me. He just checked his watch. "She smells of death already. The Wolfsbane in her tea will finish her off during the fireworks tonight. Then we can finally replace the mule." My knees hit the floor. For five years, the "medicine" they forced down my throat wasn't a cure. It was poison designed to suppress my Supreme rank. They didn't hate me because I was weak; they were killing me because I was stronger than all of them combined. I drove back to the mansion, my sadness hardening into cold rage. I poured the lethal tea down the sink and picked up the microphone for the Pack Gathering. They were expecting a funeral tonight. I was about to give them a public execution.