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I smoothed my fingers over the delicate lace of the lingerie, a pale blush color that had cost more than I'd ever spent on myself before. Three years of marriage, and Marcus had never seen me in anything like this. Three years of cold shoulders, separate bedrooms, and his constant reminders that his anxiety disorder made physical intimacy impossible. Yet somehow, I still believed this trip could change everything. "This time will be different," I whispered to my reflection in the bedroom mirror, practicing the warm, inviting smile I'd been rehearsing for days. The woman staring back at me looked hopeful, desperate even, with eyes that had grown accustomed to disappointment but refused to accept it. I carefully folded the lingerie between layers of tissue paper and tucked it into my suitcase, alongside the new sundresses and swimsuits I'd purchased for our trip to the Hamptons. Our belated honeymoon. The one Marcus had promised we'd take when he felt "ready." Three years later, and here we were. "You're beautiful," I practiced again, imagining what I might say if—when—Marcus finally looked at me the way a husband should look at his wife.

The fluorescent lights of the hospital gleamed brightly right as my shrill ringtone cut through the air. Seeing the unfamiliar number, a sole thought settled into my belly. “Hello? This is Talia Hayes.” I answered. "Mrs Hayes, this is the city's Police force. I am very sorry to get this to you, but…there was an unfortunate car accident that took place. Your husband, David Hayes was one of the victims. We need you to come to the City hospital to confirm his identity." As soon as I heard those words, I smiled bitterly. The scent of antiseptic in the hospital filtered through. “I’ll be there soon.” “Thank you Ma'am. We will send a car to escort you-” “No need. I'm already here.” I ended the call and looked down, clutching the ultrasound report in my hand. I was pregnant and now David was dead. A cold bitter feeling wafted through me. He had finally gone through with it. The past between us circled through my mind. As far as I could remember, David and I had been together, going through the natural progression of being college sweethearts and getting married. It was a coincidence that we were also in the same circles, with him being from the Hayes family whilst I was the only child and heiress to the Weston family wealth after my parents death. After marriage, I helped him and the Hayes family, not only in their company but being a dutiful wife and in-law. I cared for David everyday. We seemed like we were a harmonious couple. The only thing that was missing between us was a child. A little heir to cement our bond. For the past one year after our marriage, we had tried to get a child to no avail. He comforted me every time, soothing me that it didn't matter. He constantly gave me gifts, being the perfect husband. No matter the issues that arise, I believed that he would be on my side. Until a few weeks ago. When I sneaked into his study, excitedly clutching the pregnancy report, I heard him on the phone, speaking excitedly. Before I could take a step forward, his words chilled my heart. “Soon baby. Once I fake my death, we'll move out of the country. Nobody will suspect a thing and we can be together.” My blood ran cold. “I've already planned it out and sent my men to make arrangements.” He chuckled, “It'll be three weeks from now. A freak car accident. That bitch won't suspect a thing.” “But David,” a playful voice cooed over the line. I recognised it instantly.

Scarlett Blackwood, a beautiful and independent woman, had it all - wealth, love, and family. But when her twin sister Scarlynn died in childbirth, Scarlett's life took a drastic turn. To protect her family from a powerful mafia leader, she assumed her sister's identity and married him. Now, Scarlett must navigate this treacherous deception, all while keeping the truth hidden from her husband, Asher. If he discovers her secret, will he forgive her family or seek revenge? Scarlett's charade is a delicate balancing act, but how long can she maintain it?

The sacred ceremony hall buzzed with anticipation as pack members gathered for what should have been the most joyous occasion of my life—my pup's naming ceremony. Moonlight streamed through the ancient stained glass windows, casting ethereal patterns across the marble floor where Phoenix stood at the altar, his golden eyes scanning the crowd with Alpha authority. I clutched my three-day-old son closer to my chest, his tiny fingers wrapped around mine as he slept peacefully, unaware of the tension crackling through the air like electricity before a storm. The delicate scent of jasmine and vanilla that marked him as mine mingled with the ceremonial incense, creating what should have been a perfect moment. But nothing about this ceremony felt right. Phoenix hadn't looked at me once since we'd entered the hall. His attention remained fixed on Ivory Johnston, who stood beside him in a flowing white dress that caught the moonlight like she was the Luna presenting the heir. The sight of her there, in what should have been my place, sent a familiar ache through my chest. "We gather tonight under the Moon Goddess's blessing," Phoenix's voice boomed through the hall, carrying that commanding Alpha tone that made lesser wolves bow their heads. "To welcome the newest member of our pack." I stepped forward when he gestured, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I was dying of cancer when my destructive ex, Brooks Ferguson, returned to Seattle. The first thing he did was demolish my late father's record store. But his new fiancée, Grace, delivered the final blow. With a vicious smile, she cornered me and poured my mother's ashes onto the filthy street. I snapped. I rammed my vintage Mustang into her convertible-twice. I woke up in the hospital, coughing up blood, just in time to see Brooks on the news. "When I find her," he snarled to the cameras, "I' m going to enjoy breaking every single bone in her body." He had no idea the cancer, accelerated by his cruelty, was already killing me. He wanted my body? Fine. I refused all treatment and arranged for the hospital to call him. My final revenge wasn't to fight him. It was to die and make him claim the corpse of the woman he destroyed.

My husband, Edgar, and my mentee, Amelie, betrayed me. He staged a car crash that left me with amnesia, then held me captive for three years, convincing me he was my protector. Meanwhile, Amelie stole my identity, my family's fortune, and became the new "Elise Everett." My parents died of grief, believing I was dead. A slap from Amelie shattered the lies, and my memory came flooding back. I learned the horrifying truth: my perfect life was a prison built on my grave. Forced to play the part of a broken, amnesiac lover, I endured their cruelty, secretly gathering evidence of their crimes. I overheard Edgar confess everything-the crash, my parents' deaths, his plan to keep me as his "obedient pet" forever. He wanted to parade his new wife at his birthday gala, a final humiliation for me. So I offered to plan the party for him. He thought it was a gesture of love. He had no idea I was planning his downfall.

She was the daughter of a monster. He was the brother of a ghost. And their love was never supposed to exist. Sama Arthur has spent her entire life locked away in a golden cage—an Omega born to a cruel kingpin who saw her as a pawn, not a person. The only man who ever showed her kindness died for it. So she ran. She bled. She disappeared. Now she lives under a stolen name, with trembling hands and nightmares she hides behind lipstick and laughter. But monsters have long memories. And so does Dean Wason. Dean is an Alpha forged in blood, trained to kill, and fueled by one thing—revenge. His younger brother was executed with a bullet to the head. The killer walked free. Now Dean wants to break him—but not with bullets. With heartbreak. With suffering. With the thing his enemy loves most. So he hunts Sama. He stalks her. Finds her. But when he finally sees the terrified woman dancing under neon lights, he doesn’t see a target. He sees something twisted and broken. Something like him. And that changes everything. She’s supposed to die. He’s supposed to walk away. But obsession is a wildfire—and neither of them is safe. What starts as a trap turns into a war of dominance and surrender, secrets and scars. Dean wants to hate her. Sama wants to survive him. But desire is betrayal. And love? Love is lethal. When lies unravel and the truth cuts deep, Sama learns that Dean isn’t just the man who could destroy her—he’s the only one who ever truly saw her. And Dean? He realizes that the woman who ruined his mission is the only one who ever understood his pain. But in a world built on violence and vengeance, can two broken souls ever deserve a second chance? --- Dangerous Game- Love in the Strangest Place is not a fairytale. It’s a firestorm of heartbreak, heat, and healing. A story of what happens when love grows from the ashes of ruin. Read it if you crave: Obsessive, dangerous alphas Dark, twisted slow-burn romance Damaged heroines who refuse to stay down Love that bruises, bleeds, and still survives Once you enter their world, there’s no going back. And maybe… you won’t want to.

The golden hour painted the ocean in shades of amber and rose, the kind of light that made everything feel like a painting. I cast my line with practiced ease, the fly landing silently on the water's surface exactly where I intended. The elderly gentleman beside me—Mr. Whitmore, a retired steel magnate from Pittsburgh—watched with genuine admiration. "Remarkable technique, my dear," he said, adjusting his panama hat against the gentle breeze. "Your father taught you well. I can see why this resort's fishing program has such a sterling reputation." I smiled, feeling the familiar warmth that came whenever someone mentioned my father's influence. "He always said the fish could sense your intentions. If you're impatient or aggressive, they'll stay away. But if you approach with respect and understanding..." I demonstrated with another perfect cast, the line singing through the air.

The autumn breeze carried the scent of roasted venison across the forest clearing, making my stomach growl painfully. I shifted on the rough mossy log where I sat, trying to ignore the gnawing hunger as I picked at the cold scraps on my wooden plate—leftovers from yesterday's hunt that had been deemed unworthy of the main feast. Around me, the Silverpine Pack celebrated in full swing. Warriors laughed boisterously, families shared platters of steaming food, and pups chased each other through the fallen leaves. No one spared a glance at the lone figure on the outskirts of their joy. After eight years, they'd grown accustomed to my place in the shadows. 'Look at this spread, Marcus! You've outdone yourself.' Amanda's voice sliced through my mind like a blade, her words broadcasting through the pack mind-link. I flinched, nearly dropping my plate as vivid images flooded my consciousness—a private table laden with succulent meats, fresh fruits, and wine in crystal glasses. The Alpha's quarters transformed into a romantic haven with candles and flower petals.

For three years, Dara endured endless humiliation to be the perfect wife to billionaire Donavon Monroe. But on their third anniversary, which was also her birthday, Donavon coldly threw divorce papers on the dining table. He wanted her gone for his returning childhood sweetheart, completely ignoring the blistering burn on Dara's hand—a cruel injury intentionally caused by his brother just hours ago. When Dara tearfully reminded him how she had bled and almost died to save his life three years ago, Donavon looked at her with pure disgust. "I have zero interest in looking at the ugly scars you picked up in whatever slum you crawled out of." He accused her of fabricating a savior complex just to secure a ring, perfectly content to let his mother and brother treat her like a glorified maid. Dara's heart completely shattered. She had sacrificed her life and dignity for a ruthless capitalist who viewed her as nothing but disposable trash. With her last shred of pride, she signed the papers, ready to leave this suffocating nightmare forever. But that night, a freak lightning storm struck the estate. When Dara opened her eyes the next morning, she felt incredibly heavy and her center of gravity was completely wrong. She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror. They had swapped bodies. Now, she held the absolute power of the Monroe empire, and Donavon was finally going to experience his family's vicious abuse firsthand.

Blurb "All you need to do is make the client fall in love with you and have complete trust in you, the rest is easy." She had heard so much about him. Young, handsome, filthy rich and ruthless! He made decisions and cared about no one. He never gave anything or anyone a second thought, She was being offered a large sum of money to tame, break and to ruin him. She had it all beauty and brains, just what she needed to pull off this heist. In and out, no feeling attached. She goes in whole, and she comes out and never looks back. That was what Malia was prepared for, she wasn't prepared for what she saw, what she felt and how her heart skipped a beat the very first time she saw him. Him, Kieth William. The things she imagine, the thoughts she had of him, where was it all coming from? She would go against her heart, break him and never look back. But could she? Or will she find out that the love she felt was stronger?

‘MATE!’ My wolf Jax’s howl ripped through me the moment his eyes locked on the little girl hiding behind my Beta’s legs. I froze. A pup? Surely the Moon Goddess wouldn’t bind me to a pup. I’m no pervert. Yet Jax was relentless: Mercedes of Silver Moon was destined to be my Luna. Zane, torn between his confusion and the powerful pull of the mate bond, chooses to accept his fate and wait for her to come of age. He patiently builds a solid friendship with Mercedes, nurturing their bond and spoiling her rotten as she matures. As she blossoms into a stunning young lady, Glary, the Alpha of Silver Moon's son, becomes obsessed with her. He wants Mercedes for himself, offering her the title of Luna of their pack and resorting to cruel tricks when she refuses. Then, he and his father decide to use force to make her abandon Zane and agree to their terms. They conspire against her father, the Beta of the pack, and sentence him to death. Mercedes faces an impossible choice: mate Glary or witness her father’s execution. But they have made a grave mistake. They have underestimated Zane's deep love for Mercedes, a love that burns as fiercely as his wolf. He will protect her — his heart's true desire, his destined mate. No one will take her from him…

Ten years. Ten years of my life given to this man, to this pack, to this mate bond that I thought was sacred. I stood frozen in the doorway of our bedroom, watching as Lucas adjusted his tie in the mirror, his broad shoulders squared with the confidence of an Alpha who had never doubted his worth. "Are you ready for tonight?" I asked softly, smoothing down the silk dress I'd chosen for our anniversary dinner. "The pack is gathering in the main hall." Lucas barely glanced my way. "Change of plans, Naomi. We're not attending." My fingers stilled on the fabric. "What? But it's our tenth anniversary. The entire pack has prepared—" "I've made my decision." His tone carried that familiar edge of finality that brooked no argument.

The nursery was the only place in the Pack House where the air didn’t feel like it was choking me. It was a small room on the third floor, far away from the Alpha’s luxurious suite—the suite that should have been mine by right, but was currently occupied by a woman who wasn't. "Mama, look," Tommy whispered, holding up a drawing. It was a crude, crayon depiction of a large black wolf standing next to a smaller, golden one. "That's Daddy. And that's me." My heart clenched, a familiar, dull ache that had been my constant companion for seven years. Tommy had never seen Remington’s wolf form up close. My mate, Alpha Remington Stevens, barely looked at our son, let alone shifted for him. To Remington, Tommy was just a reminder of a political shackle he was desperate to break. To me, Tommy was the only reason I was still breathing.

She was never meant to be found. But fate had other plans. After a DNA test confirms that Maya is the long-lost daughter of a powerful tycoon, her entire world turns upside down. One moment, she's living a quiet life in the countryside with her mother. The next, she's thrown into a mansion filled with secrets, cold stares, and a family that sees her as nothing but an inconvenience. Her new family wants nothing to do with her except to use her. And when the family's spoiled daughter refuses an arranged marriage to a crippled billionaire, Maya becomes the perfect replacement. But the crippled billionaire is not what he seems. Beneath the arrogance and the wheelchair lies a man with secrets. And when sparks begin to fly, and the truth behind the DNA test starts to unravel, Maya discovers that not everything about her new life is a lie... Will their love survive when family, fortune and betrayal stand in the way or will they be torn apart?

When Lucien Blackthorn ended his exile and returned to the Cold Ridge pack, he returned to clear his name. And to take revenge on Corrigan Price. And what better revenge was there than making her his mistress? Corrigan didn't regret anything more than she regretted having to betray Lucien and his coming back only helped to enforce that feeling. When she became his mistress, she swore he would never have her heart. As Lucien and Corrigan struggle with their inner conflicts, they also have to fight against external factors trying to pull them apart. Will they be able to embrace their love against all odds?

Her husband thought he was the only one allowed to break their vows. He was wrong. After years of betrayal and silent humiliation, Elena Vance makes one reckless decision, a night with a stranger paid to help her destroy what’s left of her marriage. No names. No feelings. No consequences. Just revenge. By morning, she’s gone, leaving cash on the nightstand and the memory of one forbidden night behind her. Then she misses her period. And the stranger she was supposed to forget? He isn’t a stranger at all. Damian Cross is a billionaire feared by powerful men, a dangerously obsessive man with secrets darker than his wealth. And after one night with Elena, he becomes determined to find the woman who vanished from his bed. Now Elena is trapped between a husband who refuses to lose control of her… and a man who has already decided she belongs to him. Because Damian Cross never lets go of what he wants. And this time he wants Elena. Her body. Her loyalty. And the child carrying his name.

The Invisible Wife follows Elena Chen, a brilliant strategist hidden behind her husband’s fame. After years of betrayal and erasure, she turns her silence into a weapon — orchestrating the ultimate corporate and emotional revenge. Equal parts Big Little Lies and The Wife, this is a gripping tale of betrayal, empowerment, and rebirth.

"As I stepped into into the Crow's mansion, all I felt was fear. I was anxious that somehow something might slip and someone might recognize me, and that may be the end of the revenge I carefully planned for years." What will you do when Karma comes knocking on your door? Nicole West returns seeking revenge on the League of Alphas f. Would she succeed or would she perish? Delve in to find out!!!

I told myself it was the scent that made me cry. Not the Luna's quarters, not the view from the window, not the way the afternoon light came through the curtains in long gold strips and landed on the floor like something deliberate. Just the scent. Pine and cold earth and something deeper underneath — warm, almost sweet, the kind of smell that bypasses your brain entirely and goes straight to the part of you that is still animal, still instinct, still wolf. Hayes's scent. My wolf stirred the moment I crossed the threshold, a low hum in my chest that I had never felt before the King family's announcement. Before that day, I had spent years watching other she-wolves describe the mate pull — the way it felt like recognition, like coming home to a place you had never been. I had nodded along and kept my face neutral and told myself I was fine with waiting. That the Moon Goddess had her reasons. Now I stood in the middle of the Luna's quarters with a single duffel bag at my feet and let myself believe she had finally answered.

Prologue ‎Some stories begin with love. ‎Some begin with war. ‎But theirs began with a promise, one whispered under the fading glow of a streetlamp, sealed with youthful dreams and a future full of light. Neither of them knew how quickly love could twist into something darker... or how far a wounded heart could go just to feel whole again. ‎This is not a tale

Ten years ago, a storm tore through Burke Manor and destroyed my life. I was just an eight-year-old orphan hiding in the shadows when a rotted balcony railing gave way, sending the heir to the Burke fortune plummeting to the pavement. Before the ambulance even arrived, the lie was set in stone. "She pushed him!" my rival screamed, and the world instantly branded me a murderer. I was hauled away in a police cruiser, losing everything. A decade later, I was an eighteen-year-old mechanic in Queens, covered in grease and struggling to keep my Nana Rose alive. But the past doesn't stay buried. Finn Burke returned in a black Maybach, looking like a predatory emperor. When Nana suffered a massive heart attack, the hospital demanded a deposit I couldn't pay, and Finn was there with a checkbook and a contract of "indebted servitude." He bought my grandmother's life and, in exchange, he bought me. He dragged me back to the manor, locked a titanium GPS shackle around my wrist, and forced me to be his personal caretaker. He wants me to manage his pain, to bathe him, and to look at his crippled legs every day as a reminder of the "sin" he says I committed. He calls me his property, a slave to a debt I can never repay. But while massaging his legs, I felt something impossible—muscle tone and reactive tension that shouldn't exist after ten years of paralysis. He thinks he’s broken me, but he’s forgotten one thing. I’m a mechanic; I know when someone is hiding what’s under the hood. Finn Burke is lying about his legs, and I’m going to find out why, even if I have to burn this manor down to get the truth.

I stared at my phone, Nathan's name flashing on the screen. Three days into his business trip to Boston, and I'd barely heard from him. I missed him—his touch, his voice, even his annoying habit of leaving his socks on the floor. Our marriage wasn't perfect, but I thought we were solid. Happy. "Maybe he's just busy with meetings," I whispered to myself, pressing the call button. The phone rang three times before he answered. "Phoenix?" His voice sounded distracted, papers rustling in the background. "Nathan, I was just checking if you landed safely. You didn't text me back last night." "Sorry, babe.

The full moon hung like a silver pendant in the night sky, casting an ethereal glow over the Moonstone Pack's ceremonial grounds. I smoothed down the front of my silver dress, a garment I'd spent weeks selecting for this special occasion. Tonight was meant to be a celebration—a time when the pack came together under the moon's blessing, when mates reaffirmed their bonds, and when I, as Luna, should have stood proudly beside my Alpha. Instead, I found myself on the periphery of the gathering, watching as Marcus commanded the attention of every wolf present. His powerful frame moved with casual dominance through the crowd, his dark hair catching the moonlight. And as always, Stephanie hovered nearby, her sleek figure draped in a dress that complemented his suit perfectly. "You should join them," whispered Silvana, my wolf, her voice tinged with the same longing I felt. "You are his Luna." I nodded, gathering my courage. Three years into our mate bond, and I still had to remind myself of my position. With trembling fingers, I pulled out my phone and approached Marcus during a rare moment when Stephanie had been called away.