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I arrived at the Brooklyn loft two hours before our engagement party, my tablet clutched against my chest like a shield. The venue looked magical—string lights cascaded from exposed beams, casting a warm glow over white linen-covered tables. Everything had to be perfect. This was the culmination of years of sacrifice, of loving Ryan through his ups and downs, of believing in us when everyone said we were too different. "Isabella, the florist added extra peonies to the centerpieces without charging us," I said to Jessica as she approached, pointing to my meticulously organized spreadsheet. "And I convinced the caterer to upgrade the champagne within our budget." Jessica squeezed my shoulder, her eyes carrying a shadow I chose not to see. "You've thought of everything, as usual. Ryan's a lucky man." "We're both lucky," I corrected her, twisting the silver ring my grandmother gave me. The simple band had seen me through every major decision of my life, including saying yes to Ryan's proposal. As the caterers arranged delicate flutes in gleaming rows, I checked off another item on my list.

The Grand Hall of the Crimson Ridge Pack House was bathed in crimson light, a cruel irony that wasn't lost on me as I stood before the assembled pack members. Eight years of my life had led to this moment—this nightmare—that I still couldn't believe was happening. Gabriel Sterling, the man I had loved and supported for nearly a decade, stood on the ceremonial platform, his broad shoulders squared and his jaw set in that determined way I once found endearing. Now, it only made my stomach twist with dread. "Silence," he commanded, his alpha tone rippling through the hall. I felt the weight of it press against my chest, but unlike the others who immediately bared their necks in submission, I kept my gaze level. Eight years at his side had given me some immunity to his dominance, though my wolf, Emma, whimpered inside me. *Stay strong*, I told her silently. *We'll get through this.* Gabriel's eyes, those piercing blue eyes that had once looked at me with what I thought was love, now regarded me with cold detachment. He raised his hand, and the ceremonial rejection scroll unfurled between us.

Benedykta Rebel, known as Ben to her friends, never imagined that her position as the oldest daughter of a wealthy family in New York would come with such a heavy burden. When her grandfather unexpectedly names her as the CEO of New Way Group, Ben is shocked to learn that there is a catch - she must marry a man of her grandfather's choosing in order to inherit the company. Furious at the idea of being forced into a loveless marriage, Ben confronts her grandfather, only to be met with indifference. With her family's company on the brink of bankruptcy, Ben realizes that she has no choice but to comply with her grandfather's demands. Seeking solace and escape from her troubles, Ben finds herself at a night club, where she crosses paths with a mysterious and handsome stranger. Drawn to him in a way she never thought possible, Ben succumbs to a passionate one-night stand, unaware of the consequences that will follow. But when Ben discovers that the man she shared a fleeting connection with is none other than her future father-in-law, her world is turned upside down. Caught between duty and desire, Ben must navigate the treacherous waters of love and loyalty as she comes face to face with the man who unknowingly stole her heart in a single night. Family obligations and forbidden love collide. Will she choose duty and save her family's legacy, or will she risk it all for a chance at true happiness?

My biological mother finally came to the rundown trailer park to take me to her wealthy new family in New York. But instead of the good life she promised, I was treated worse than a stray dog. My stepbrother broke my legs with a golf club just for fun, while my perfect stepsister smiled and watched. My mother didn't even try to stop them. She let them lock me in a car and set it on fire. I was burned alive, the smell of gasoline and toxic smoke filling my lungs as they walked away with my life. Until my last agonizing breath, I couldn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much. Why did I have to die just so her new family could thrive? Opening my eyes again, the smell of smoke vanished, replaced by the cheap coffee of the diner I worked at. I was seventeen again, on the exact day the black Bentley pulled up to take me away. This time, I wasn't going to be their victim. I deliberately stalled our departure, saving us from the massive highway pileup that was supposed to be my grave. And when my stepbrother threw a metal dart at my face on my first day back, I didn't just dodge. I let New York's most ruthless billionaire step in, ruining his ten-million-dollar watch in the process. "Since that hand likes to throw things, I will take the hand as payment." Watching my arrogant stepfamily fall to their knees and beg for mercy, I knew my revenge had just begun.

I stared at my laptop screen, unable to process what I was seeing. My fingers hovered over the trackpad, trembling slightly as I refreshed Cameron's profile again. The relationship status remained stubbornly, devastatingly changed: "Single." Two weeks before our wedding. Nine years together, and he had changed his status to "single" without even telling me. "This has to be a mistake," I whispered to the empty penthouse, my voice echoing off the pristine white walls that suddenly felt cold and foreign. The Los Angeles skyline glittered beyond our floor-to-ceiling windows, oblivious to my world collapsing. I reached for my phone to call Cameron, but it buzzed in my hand before I could dial. An email notification. From Vanessa Clarke—Cameron's assistant. My stomach twisted as I opened it.

The day I found out about Kelvin's diagnosis was the same day he installed a camera in our bedroom. That evening, I accidentally overheard him on the phone, making a solemn pledge: "I won't touch her again. I've sent you the account passwords, and you can log in anytime to check." "I've made up my mind to stay loyal for love." Watching his earnest, flushed face, I quietly fed the diagnosis letter into the shredder. Stay loyal for love... Well, then, let it be for a lifetime. Seeing "ALS" on Kelvin's diagnosis nearly knocked me off balance. Three months ago, when Kelvin slipped during a hiking trip in the Alps and ended up in the hospital, I asked the doctors for a full check-up, just to be sure. I never imagined this result. "Right now, there's no cure for ALS. We can only prescribe medication to slow it down, but the eventual outcome can't be changed." The doctor looked at me with a sympathetic gaze.

The mahogany walls of Father's study seemed to close in around me as I sat across from him, watching the deep lines etched into his face deepen with each passing second. The scent of old leather and bourbon hung heavy in the air—a smell that once meant comfort but now only reminded me of all the conversations we'd never had, all the truths he'd refused to hear. "The creditors won't wait any longer, Rylie." His voice carried the weight of a man who'd aged decades in the span of ten years. "Henderson Industries is demanding collateral for the loan extension, or they'll seize everything. The business, the house, everything your mother and I built." I kept my hands folded in my lap, fighting the urge to touch the small scar on my palm—the one I'd gotten the night everything fell apart. "And what does this have to do with me?" His gray eyes, so much like my own, couldn't quite meet mine. They never could anymore. "There's a businessman in Manhattan. Jett Reyes. He's...

Mary is called upon by her twin sister to act like her before her mate so she can attend an ex-lover's night birthday party at a club. This isn't supported as she is the Alpha Prince's chosen mate. Mary complies just to help her sister, but while being with Alpha George, her brother-in-law, things get rosy. Without her realizing, she falls for him. They make out. George soon discovers who she is same time he discovers his mate had gotten into a lot of mess outside from an affair. He has no choice but to make Mary his pretense mate till everything goes alright. But will everything go alright? And if it doesn't, what will be Mary's fate in his life?

The rain assaulted the glass, mirroring the storm inside me. For three years, I, Vivian Sterling, played the perfect wife to Julian Kensington, draining my life. The antique clock ticked, a reminder of time lost. Then, I found it: a blonde hair on Julian's suit, reeking of Midnight Rose, and a text, ""Candy: You left your cufflinks on my nightstand. I'm already missing you."" My world shattered, revealing his betrayal. This was just the beginning. I exposed Julian's fraud and his family's violent plots, surviving assassination. But their malice stole my past. Then Alexander Vance, my protector, uncovered a terrifying truth: my birth mother was alive, held captive by a shadowy order. My life was a lie, built to shield me from my dangerous bloodline. I found strength and love with Alexander, the man who walked into fire for me. Yet, as I prepared to rescue my mother, a new life stirred within me, a secret threatening to complicate the impending war.

The Meridian Club glowed with golden light, its crystal chandeliers casting prismatic rainbows across the gathered elite of Manhattan. I stood at the entrance, my heart hammering against my ribs as I surveyed the scene before me. Ten years. Ten years since I'd last set foot in this world that had once been mine. "Miss, do you have an invitation?" The attendant's voice was polite but suspicious, his eyes scanning my unfamiliar face. I smiled, the expression not quite reaching my eyes. "I don't need one. I'm Amoura Hart." His brow furrowed. "Miss Hart is already inside." "No," I said softly. "She isn't." I stepped past him into the ballroom, feeling the weight of a hundred curious gazes falling upon me.

The scent of medicinal herbs and dried blood filled my nostrils as consciousness slowly returned to me. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, but I forced them open, blinking against the dim light of the Healer's Den. Pain radiated through my body in dull, throbbing waves. I tried to move, only to feel the sticky dampness of my silver-grey fur still matted with blood and rain. Memories came back in flashes – running patrol at the northern border, the sudden ambush of rogues, claws tearing into my flank, the thunderous storm that had disoriented me as I fought for my life. I remembered calling out to Blake through our mate bond, desperate for help as darkness claimed me. "Blake," I whispered, my voice hoarse and barely audible. Through blurred vision, I could make out his tall figure across the room. My Alpha. My mate.

She never planned to hurt her sister. But one night of weakness changed everything. Amelia Evans had always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. Then, in a moment she could never take back, she found herself in the arms of Adrian Knight....her sister's cold, powerful, and dangerously handsome fiancé. It should have been a secret they buried forever... until the pregnancy test in her hand showed the truth she couldn't escape. She is carrying her sister's fiancé's baby. Adrian should hate her. Instead, he becomes obsessed....protective, possessive, and unwilling to let her go. While Amelia struggles with guilt and fears her sister's wrath, Adrian is determined to claim both her and the child as his. But a love born from betrayal never comes easy. Secrets will break open, hearts will shatter, and Amelia must make an impossible choice... protect her sister's happiness, or surrender to the forbidden love that consumes her. One mistake ruined everything. One child could change it all.

TOO HOT FOR DAYLIGHT. READ THIS AT NIGHT, LIGHTS OFF. CAUTION.⛔️⚠️‼️ "Daddy, I've made my hole tighter for you. I want you fully immersed inside me." His voice came out soft, reverberating through my ears as he released his tiny legs around my waist, opening them wider. "Since you've saved me, it couldn't stop twitching for you. And I don't know how long it will keep pulsing for you to be buried inside." He whispered into my right ear, his breath sending a jolt of hotness down my spine. "Fuck," I growled, rolling my eyes. His fingers grazed my chin. I moaned. He pulled my head lower and my gaze landed on the prettiest reddish tight hole I've ever seen in my goddamn life. My Wolf groaned, stirring as heat consumed me. I slid lower, my face almost in between his legs. "Yes, Daddy Alpha. I want you." He winced, his nails digging into my biceps. I dragged my tongue across my lower lip. I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nostrils and I tightened my tights, feeling a hard bulge between them. "Daddy, devour me already." His hand grabbed my head, lowered it, pressing my tongue against his clenching hole. ~~~~~ Behind closed doors, rules shatter and hearts unravel. SINFUL AFFAIRS invites you into a world where desire whispers in the dark and every sin feels like salvation. Here, men ache for what they shouldn't touch. They love too hard, crave too deeply, and sin too beautifully. Every story is a confession of hunger, heartbreak, and need. And once you step inside... you'll never want to leave. So, you're welcome to join the kind of sin you'll beg to repeat. Now, if you dare, enter their world and let's see if you can handle the heat.

Anna took the fall for her husband, Michael, after a car crash and spent three years in prison. After many life-saving acts inside, she was released three months early, eager to surprise him and their daughter. She walked in on Michael kissing her best friend, Sofia, and learned their child had died from their neglect. Then the truth surfaced: the "accident" had been Michael's staged murder, and he'd insured Anna, planning to end her for the payout. Anna's world shattered completely. Backed by a billionaire she once saved, Anna claimed a new identity, entered high society, and turned revenge into justice, love, and an empire.

On her eighteenth birthday, Arabella's life was destroyed when thugs attacked her and left her reputation in pieces. Brenton played the hero, sent the men to prison, and married her, becoming the man she trusted most. For two years, she believed he had saved her, until one overheard confession shattered everything. "If she had pushed a little harder, she might've figured out Brinley was behind the whole thing. That's the only reason I married her. Lucky for me, she's so easy to fool." He had only married her to protect the woman who truly mattered to him. When that woman came back, Arabella chose divorce without hesitation. Brenton expected her to come crawling back. "How can she even survive without me?" Instead, she rose in the tech world, untouchable, brilliant, and far beyond his reach-just in time for another powerful man to claim her heart. Then Brenton begged, "Baby, I messed up. Just give me one more chance. Please." But the tycoon pulled her into his arms. "Baby? Please. She's my wife now."

Trilogía Carluccio: Libro 1. Una madre para mi hijo. Libro 2. El padre de mis hijos. Libro 3. El hijo de la reina de la mafia. Salvo al hijo de un mafioso importante de Italia de un posible asesinato sin saber que esto pondrá mi vida de cabeza, pero ¿cómo escapar de un hombre que desde el primer momento que vi me robo la respiración? Sin contar que este no me quiere dejar libre, él quiere que de ahora en adelante yo sea Una madre para su hijo. ¿Qué es capaz de hacer una mujer despechada por conseguir el amor de un hombre? ¿Pero qué sucede cuando no es una mujer sino tres? Un asesinato y tres sospechosas. ¿Quién será la culpable?

Zyliah Smith had it all, until betrayal shattered her world. A scandal, a one-night stand, and a secret she never saw coming. Now, six years later, she's back with twin sons and a new name, ready to bury the past. But fate isn't finished with her yet. When the man from that long-forgotten night reappears, wealthy, ruthless, and dangerously captivated, Zyliah is pulled into a storm of old lies, new desires, and a love she never dared to hope for. But the past always has claws. And this time, it wants everything.

The Alpha Queen brought my cousin to the Silver Moon Pack three years ago, and since then, every suitor who came to propose to her met with misfortune—either death or severe injury. The pack began to whisper that she was cursed, a harbinger of doom. Fearing for her, the Alpha Queen decided that Jaycee would marry alongside me, as a co-mate to Remington, the Alpha of our pack. Remington and I had grown up together, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him falling victim to the so-called curse. I protested fiercely, causing a scene in the packhouse, but my mother, the Alpha Queen, locked me in the storage room. From there, I could only watch as Jaycee was taken to the packhouse as his mate, while I was left to enter in the dead of night as his chosen one. When he saw me, he whispered, "Evelyn, your mother mixed up the order, but it doesn’t matter. My heart belongs only to you." He explained that Jaycee wanted a child to secure her place in the pack, believing it would shield her from further scorn. "Once she has a child, she’ll step aside, and you’ll take your rightful place," he promised. But after that night, I never saw him again.

My mother was killed in a hit-and-run. My husband, Haywood, told me to drop the investigation. Then my father died because Haywood froze my assets, refusing to pay for his life-saving surgery. "My mother was murdered!" I screamed at him. "You want me to just... forget that?" He told me he knew who the driver was and threatened to ruin me if I didn't stop. He used his power to destroy my career, publicly shame me, and even had me thrown into a cellar full of venomous spiders, leaving me for dead. The final blow came when he forced me to lie on a live stream at my mother's grave, confessing to crimes I didn't commit. As I collapsed, he had his men scatter her ashes into the mud. I lost everything. My family, my dignity, my truth. They thought they had broken me. They were wrong. As I boarded a flight out of New York, I hit 'Go Live' on a global stream. "My name is Celina Alvarado," I began, my voice steady. "And I'm here to tell you everything."

When a rejected wolf-shifter is discarded by her fated Alpha, she escapes into the forbidden woods only to be claimed by the legendary King of the Lycans. Lyra expected the Moon Ceremony to be the beginning of her happily-ever-after. Instead, it became a public execution of her dignity. Her fated mate, Alpha Alaric, doesn't just reject her-he chooses her cruel stepsister to lead the Silver Moon Pack. Broken and hunted, Lyra flees into the Black Ridge Mountains, stumbling into the arms of Fenris, a Lycan King whose power dwarfs any Alpha. He doesn't just want her heart; he wants to burn down the world that hurt her.

"One dollar, going once... going twice..." Arthur's voice echoed through the dimly lit room, his words slicing through me like shards of glass. "Sold! To the gentleman in the back for one dollar." One dollar. That was all I was worth to my husband of five years. I stood on the makeshift stage, my body trembling beneath the revealing dress Arthur had forced me to wear. The thin fabric clung to my skin, leaving little to the imagination of the dozens of leering men who filled the seedy underground venue. Their hungry eyes devoured me, and I fought the urge to wrap my arms around myself. "Happy anniversary, Melody," Arthur whispered as he gripped my elbow, his fingers digging into my skin. His breath was hot against my ear, reeking of expensive whiskey.

Since her father Dennis fell seriously ill, Christine had been at his bedside nearly every day, managing everything on her own. She had lost a great deal of weight, her already slender frame now looking frighteningly frail. Dennis watched her, heart aching. “Christine, I’m all right. You don’t have to be here every day. Why not spend more time with Scott at home?” At the mention of Scott, Christine’s hand—which had been peeling an apple—faltered. The knife pressed into the fleshy part of her thumb, and blood welled up instantly. She pulled her hand back, hiding it behind her, afraid her father would notice. Forcing a smile, she said, “Scott? Oh, he’s… swamped at work.” In truth, Scott hadn’t been home for a long time. The house stood empty now, holding only her—lonely, pitiable. She couldn’t understand why her newlywed husband, who had once doted on her, had turned so cold and distant. Was it her fault? Was she the problem? Those questions coiled around her heart during countless sleepless nights, squeezing the air from her lungs until she couldn’t breathe. Finally, one day, she gathered her courage and stopped Scott as he hurried out. “Scott, have I done something wrong?” She had shattered her pride to ask—only to be met with a furrowed brow. “Stop overthinking things.” Then he turned and left. He hadn’t returned since. Her father was gravely ill, and Scott hadn’t visited even once. To say it didn’t hurt would be a lie. In front of her father, she kept up a cheerful front. “Dad, don’t worry. Scott treats me very well. I’ll go get you more broth, all right?” Without waiting for a reply, she stood and hurried out. Clutching her still-bleeding thumb, she rushed to the bathroom and ran the cold water. The icy stream stung the wound. She squeezed the blood out as if punishing herself, the sharp pain making her gasp. It was the pain—and the helplessness—that sent the tears flowing uncontrollably. Christine leaned over the sink, then slowly slid to the floor, trying to steady herself. A long time later, she gently rubbed her swollen eyes and stood to leave. She had no one to rely on now. In the end, she still had to pick herself up. As she lifted her head, her eyes met those of someone entering the room. “Oh, Scott, I just twisted my ankle. Why the wheelchair? You’re making such a fuss,” a woman cooed to the man behind her. The man gazed at her affectionately. “Better safe. I’ll push you.” Christine couldn’t believe her eyes. The man was Scott—the one she thought of day and night. Her mouth opened slightly, but her voice came out hoarse, almost soundless. She wanted to ask who this woman was. After a long moment, she managed a dry whisper. “Scott…” Scott seemed to read her thoughts. “An old friend,” he replied flatly. She just said, “Oh,” not daring to press further. “Scott, my father is right here,” she tried instead, unable to let it go, her voice tinged with pleading. “Could you… go see him?” If only to keep up the pretense of a happy couple—to give her father a little peace. A flicker of displeasure crossed Scott’s face. The woman in the wheelchair paled, her fingers tightening around his wrist as she shook her head slowly. He patted her shoulder reassuringly, then turned a cold voice toward Christine. “I’m not a doctor. Seeing him won’t make him better.” With that, he pushed the wheelchair forward, not sparing her another glance. Christine didn’t understand. How had things come to this? She bit her lip hard, willing the tears not to fall again. But watching his resolute back retreat, the ache in her heart was undeniable. He could push a friend with a twisted ankle, but he wouldn’t visit his critically ill father-in-law. In the end, it meant he didn’t love her—his wife. With that thought, Christine turned and walked slowly away, her steps carrying her in the opposite direction. Scott couldn’t help but glance back. All he saw was her back, moving toward the light. She looked so thin, her face drained of color. He’d also noticed the wound on her hand, her swollen eyes. But then he remembered what Dennis had done. So whatever happened to Christine—she deserved it.

On our seventh anniversary as mates, the Alpha of our pack finally agreed to accompany me on a trip I’d been planning for months. But as we stood in the bustling airport, Kingsley’s phone buzzed relentlessly. It was Angel, his Beta, throwing a tantrum because she refused to eat. Without hesitation, he turned to me, his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a weight. “I have to go back,” he said, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. I clutched the itinerary in my hand, the paper crinkling under my grip. “Please, Alpha,” I pleaded, using his title out of habit, though my voice trembled. “It’s our anniversary. Can’t this wait?” He scoffed, his dark eyes narrowing. “Anniversaries come every year, but Angel refusing food could be serious.

The grand negotiation hall of the Ironclaw packhouse felt cavernous with just me sitting alone at the massive oak table. My fingers traced the intricate wolf carvings on its surface as I tried to ignore the ticking clock. The Bloodpine Pack delegation had been waiting for twenty minutes already. "Where is Alpha Creed?" Alpha Silas Vance's gravelly voice cut through the silence, his massive frame looming across the table. "We didn't travel three territories to meet with a Luna alone." I straightened my spine, channeling every ounce of Luna authority I possessed. "My mate sends his apologies, Alpha Vance. He's handling an urgent matter but will join us shortly." Silas's scarred face twisted into something between a smirk and a snarl. "How convenient. And what 'urgent matter' could possibly take precedence over the most important territorial negotiation of the decade?" My wolf, Silver, paced anxiously within me. *Where is he?