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My mafia husband and his moonlight burtn me a live last life, this life i make them kill each other I stood by William through his darkest days. When he finally rose to power as a mafia leader, he turned cold and demanded a divorce, wanting to give Sura a place by his side. In my past life, I fought and paid the price-burned alive for my defiance. But this time, they will pay

"Good morning, Northstar," I began, my voice steady and clear. "Welcome to our annual townhall..." The presentation flowed smoothly. I moved through the financial slides with precision, highlighting our successes, acknowledging challenges, and outlining our strategy for the coming year. The audience was engaged, nodding at key points, taking notes. This was my element—numbers, facts, clarity. "And now," I said, transitioning to the final segment, "we'll open the floor for questions. As always, you can submit anonymously through the app." David signaled that the Q&A system was live. Questions began appearing on my tablet, mostly routine inquiries about budgets and projections. I answered each one thoroughly, maintaining eye contact with the audience. And then it appeared—a question that made my blood freeze in my veins. "How does it feel knowing your husband is sleeping with the intern?"

Even on the night before her wedding, Madison found herself entangled with her fiancé once more. After one intense round, she lay in Patrick’s arms, hoping to rest for a moment. But his hands began to wander again, making her flush. “The wedding’s tomorrow,” she whispered. “Save some energy.” Patrick leaned down, his voice husky. “Be good. One more time.” And she melted, letting him continue. They carried on through the night. Finally, exhaustion overtook her, and she drifted toward sleep. In that hazy state, she felt Patrick wrap his arms around her and murmur softly. “Sweetheart, I still have some paperwork to finish. Since we’re already legally married, let’s just move the ceremony to two weeks from now.” Half-asleep, Madison barely registered his words, mumbling something in reply. It should have been a dark, dreamless sleep—but then a mechanical voice echoed in her ears.

Five years. That was one thousand, eight hundred, and twenty-five days of waking up cold. Today was our anniversary. Not that anyone in the Blood Moon Pack would be celebrating. To them, this wasn't the day their Alpha and Luna were united; it was the day the "real" Luna ran away, and the spare was shoved into a white dress to stop a war. I sat at my vanity, the enchanted glass reflecting a face that looked too pale, too tired for twenty-one. My hand drifted up to my neck, hovering over the smooth, unmarked skin there. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed beneath my fingertips—mate sickness. It was a low-level hum of pain that never went away, the physical consequence of a bond that had been legally recognized but never sealed with a bite. "Happy anniversary, Leona," I whispered to the empty room.

Kayla Robinson is at her breaking point. After catching her boyfriend and her best friend, in the backseat of her own car, her world shatters. To make matters worse, she's broke and in debt. Just when she thinks she has hit rock bottom, her powerful, and intimidating boss, Damien Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Industries makes her an offer she can't refuse. Damien needs a wife to secure his corporate empire, and he's chosen Kayla for the role. She must play the part of the powerful Mrs. Blackwood while fighting her growing attraction to a man who is as dangerous as he is handsome. Now she's part of a high stakes game. When secrets unfold and traitors are revealed, would she be able to see it through? How long will it take for her to fall for Damien and breach her contract? Or will Damien fall for her first?

My adoptive family, the Castillos, treated their biological children like royalty, but used me as a disposable pawn. To secure a mafia alliance, they forced me to take my beautiful sister's place and marry Don Damien Moretti, a man rumored to be a ruthless, bloodthirsty monster. They thought they were sending me to my execution. At our engagement banquet, my mother and sister deliberately gifted me a cheap, counterfeit gown to humiliate me in front of New York's elite. When I publicly exposed their lie, my father demanded I apologize. My mother even raised her hand to slap me in front of everyone. "You are a vicious curse! You ruin everything!" They eagerly waited for the Don to execute me on the spot for embarrassing them. I had spent years secretly saving their company from bankruptcy and supplying the underground experimental drugs that kept my brother's mafia career alive. Yet, they threw me to the wolves without a second thought, disgusted by my very existence. But they didn't know that just an hour before the banquet, I had saved a bleeding, masked stranger in a dark alley—who turned out to be Damien Moretti himself. Instead of punishing me, the Don stepped in front of me, ordered his men to shatter my mother's wrist, and stripped the Castillos of his protection entirely. Watching my brother tremble as I permanently cut off his life-saving medication, I gladly accepted the mafia king's limitless black card. It was time to watch the Castillo family burn.

Vera Calloway spent three years being the perfect wife to a man who spent those same years being someone else's devoted submissive online. The day she finds his laptop open—chat logs, nude videos, a flight itinerary—she doesn't cry. She calls her divorce attorney. He expects forgiveness. She serves papers. He expects her to wait. She sells the house. By the time Daniel Calloway realizes what he's lost, Vera is already gone—and the woman rebuilding herself from the wreckage has no interest in being found.

After donating one of my kidneys to my husband, he left me and marked my sister. I thought I was in a live marriage, but instead, my sister was his bed warmer. “Let's get a divorce” he said on the happiest day of my life. He doesn't care about my feelings, and Ella, my sister , laughed proudly as she wore the cloth meant for me. I had to leave… and revive my career as an actress. That was the only way I would make them bleed without stabbing them.

"On the table!" he ordered, leaving me fear-stricken as I scurried and positioned myself the way he had instructed earlier.  Who was I to disobey the most callous Alpha King?  "You are mine now, doll." he bellowed calmly, yet dangerously, emphasizing on every word.  His voice sounded like the voices of many mighty men...authoritative, mysterious, deafening..like a thunder ready to strike.  My eyes travelled up to the Moon that hung up in the sky, communicating to it as if telling it to send me a saviour. "There is no one coming to save you, Aurora. You are now my property. Your body, soul and spirit belongs to me. I am your master and your King. The sooner you accept your fate, the better.” *** Aurora was supposed to be the Alpha's beloved daughter, but fate played a trick on her, making her serve as the pack's slave instead. Someone stole her life. Years went by, the truth got exposed, but when she was about to live her best life and assume her role in the pack, trouble rears its ugly head. Her pack was under attack.  Faced with two difficult choices, she would either offer herself as a peace offering to the most cruel Alpha King in exchange for protection for her loved ones, or watch everything she holds dear crumble before her eyes.  Desperate to save her loved ones, she offered herself to the king without thinking of the consequences. But the castle of the Alpha King is filled with shocking secrets.  What if plans change and she finds not one, not two, but three Alpha Kings ready to claim her? Would she agree to become their breeder? How long would she be able to resist their charms? 

Pain seared through my body like liquid fire. I gripped the edges of the birthing table, my knuckles white as bone. The contractions were coming faster now, each one more brutal than the last. "Push, Luna Jessica! The pup is crowning," urged Elder Willow, her ancient hands steady despite the urgency in her voice. Midnight had fallen over the Crescent Moon Pack, and the healing chamber glowed with silver light as our pack's healers channeled their energy toward me. My own healing abilities were useless now—I couldn't focus through the agony to help myself. "Something's wrong," I gasped, feeling a sharp, tearing sensation deep inside. "The pup—" Blood pooled beneath me, too much blood. The metallic scent filled the room, and I saw fear flash in the eyes of the younger healers.

Five years of a fake marriage to a billionaire. Christi thought she was a wealthy wife-until City Hall told her the truth. No marriage license. No legal rights. Nothing but a lie. Her husband cheated on her for four years. His entire family mocked her, used her, and planned to trap her with a baby. She was ready to ruin them all. Then a secret changed everything: Her late parents were DARPA elites. She is the sole heir to $50 billion. There's only one catch-marry Cornelius Gregory, Wall Street's ruthless paralyzed tycoon. She signs the contract in an instant. Freeze their accounts. Destroy the Rivera family. The game is over for them. And the queen has just arrived.

The dinner had been going perfectly fine until Remy's eyes locked on my phone screen. I'd been scrolling through our photo gallery, showing Calvin and Remy some pictures from our weekend trip to the lake. Then I'd excused myself to use the bathroom, leaving my phone unlocked on the kitchen counter. "Marina!" Calvin's voice cracked with panic. "Remy found the photos." My stomach dropped as I rushed back to the kitchen. Remy stood there, my phone in her hand, her face twisted in disgust as she scrolled through the folder I'd labeled "Insurance." "What the hell is this?" Her voice was dangerously quiet. I glanced at Calvin, expecting him to explain, to defend me. Instead, he looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor. "It's not what it looks like," I said, reaching for my phone. Remy jerked away.

"What! The real Javier Mortis is your boyfriend?" ....................................................... In a whirlwind of being looked down on and desire, Amanda's life takes a thrilling turn when she fabricates a story at her high school reunion about dating a wealthy boyfriend named Javier. Enter Javier Mortis, the heir to the prestigious Mortis empire, who will stop at nothing to uncover the truth about the mysterious woman who claims him as her own. As he disguises himself as an ordinary worker to draw closer to Amanda, he finds himself swept away by an unexpected romance. But what happens when the truth finally comes to light, will their love be strong enough to overcome the betrayal, or will it tear them apart forever?

My sister Clodagh didn't just choose a mate; she stole my destiny. The moment the selection ritual began, she threw herself at Alpha Finn, her eyes gleaming with greed. She knew exactly what she was doing—taking the safe, wealthy Alpha for herself and leaving me with the "leftover." Orion Blackwood. The entire hall fell silent as I turned to face him. He was the Alpha cursed with Blood Rage, a man so dangerous his own pack feared to look him in the eye. Clodagh smirked from the sidelines, believing she had sentenced me to a violent death while she played the perfect Luna. She didn't know I had lived this life before. She didn't know that I wasn't afraid of the monster—I was the only one who knew how to save him. When his rage eventually exploded, shattering the manor's windows and sending his guards fleeing into the night, I didn't run. I walked straight into the eye of the storm. I used the ancient priestess spells from my past life, turning his roar into a purr and his fury into devotion. By the time the Winter Solstice arrived, the tables had turned. Clodagh stood shivering in the cold, miserable beside her weak mate, watching as Orion wrapped a priceless snow-wolf cloak around my shoulders. She looked at the "monster" she had rejected, now a magnificent king devoted only to me, and hatred filled her eyes. "You made your choice, sister," I whispered, leaning into Orion’s touch. "Now watch me rule."

The autumn equinox ceremony should have been a celebration of balance, of the pack coming together under the Moon Goddess's blessing. Instead, I stood frozen in the doorway of Demetrius's Alpha office, watching my world tilt off its axis. Aliana Pierce had returned. She threw herself into Demetrius's arms with theatrical desperation, her perfectly styled auburn hair catching the afternoon light streaming through his office windows. "I'm finally home," she breathed against his chest, her voice carrying that same honeyed tone I remembered from our school days—sweet on the surface, poisonous underneath. My heart hammered against my ribs as I waited for Demetrius to push her away, to remind her that he had a mate. That I was his mate. Instead, his hands hovered awkwardly before settling on her back in what could only be described as a pat. Not the firm rejection I'd expected. Not the protection I deserved.

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life! Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home. Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan. To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity. The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined! Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... " He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"

The key slid into the lock with a familiar click. Three weeks on the road had left my muscles aching and my mind numb, but the thought of seeing Cruz again made my heart race. I'd driven through three states in that time, hauling freight across endless highways, surviving on gas station coffee and truck stop showers. "I'm home," I called out, my voice echoing through our apartment. The silence that greeted me felt strange after weeks of engine roar and highway noise. I dropped my duffel bag by the door, my eyes widening as I took in the sight before me. Our small living room was transformed. A cream-colored Louis Vuitton bag sat prominently on the coffee table, its gold hardware gleaming under the overhead light. Beside it stood a tower of unopened champagne bottles, their foil tops catching the light like miniature suns. "What the hell?" I whispered, moving closer.

Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one. The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie. She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words. After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire. And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along! Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin.

Kaitlyn thought she was living a happy life with her husband Martin, until that night when she overheard his conversation with his mistress on the phone. Her world changed in an instant, especially when she learned that the woman was carrying Martin's child, while she had struggled to have a child in the four years she spent with him. Then she discovered she was pregnant too, but a cruel plot was set against her. Kaitlyn was thrown in prison, and her husband sent her divorce papers without giving her a single chance. She lost one of her twins during childbirth, suffered, and lost everything. Until that moment when Douglas, her husband's former rival, offered her a marriage contract. A way to take revenge and reclaim what was stolen from her by those who put her in prison, destroyed her life, and killed one of her twin children. What will Kaitlyn do when the truth comes out? When she learns that Martin Thompson's mistress is none other than her closest friend Ashley? When she uncovers the full conspiracy against her and realizes that the death she witnessed was faked, the very reason she ended up in prison?

After being married to Clayton Wheeler for seven years, he forced me to terminate five pregnancies. He said, "Because of you, Talia can't be a mother; she can't have kids anymore. When she's okay with you having a child, then you can have one for me." Recently, I discovered I was pregnant again, and he transferred a million dollars to me. Then he said, "Take care of it; Talia still doesn't want you to have the baby." This time, I finally became disillusioned. I went through the procedure and then left to become a foreign correspondent, covering conflicts around the globe. I doubt I'll ever return. --- As the million dollars came through, Clayton stood by, saying, "Talia can't have children now because of you. When she's ready, then you can have a baby." His eyes were devoid of compassion as he spoke. Seven years of marriage, and this was the sixth time he forced me to terminate a pregnancy. "Come on, don't be upset," he said.

The morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting soft shadows across the floor. I ran my fingers over Roy's robot toy, tracing the familiar contours of its metallic arms and legs. Four years. Four years since I'd held my son instead of his belongings. The weight of the toy in my palm was nothing compared to the weight in my chest. I carefully polished each joint and button, making sure it gleamed just as Roy had loved it. He'd carried this robot everywhere—to preschool, to the park, even insisted on having it next to his pillow at night. "It protects me from the monsters, Mommy," he'd whisper, his eyes wide with childish certainty. Now this robot was all I had left to bring to his grave. "Elio?" I called out, my voice echoing through our too-quiet house.

The auditorium buzzed with excitement as I smoothed down the front of my graduation gown for the tenth time. My fingers trembled slightly, a mixture of nerves and anticipation making my heart flutter against my ribs. Today was supposed to be the beginning of everything I'd worked for these past four years. I scanned the sea of black caps until I found him—Ethan Sterling, valedictorian and future Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack. My Ethan. His broad shoulders stood straight as he waited at the side of the stage, index cards clutched in his hand. Even from this distance, I could see the confidence radiating from him like an aura. "He's going to nail this speech," whispered Jessica beside me, squeezing my hand. It was one of the rare occasions Ethan had allowed her near me in the past year. "And then you'll finally get what you deserve." I nodded, swallowing hard.

After three years of marriage, he abandoned her, but treated Maria Harris like a treasure. He ignored her and treated her harshly. Their marriage was like a cage. Linda Abels is very patient, because she loves Shane Harvey deeply! Until it rained heavily that night, he left her pregnant and flew abroad to accompany Maria', while Linda's legs were bleeding and she crawled out to call an ambulance... She finally breathed a sigh of relief: some people's hearts can never be covered. Linda wrote down the divorce agreement and left quietly. ... Two years later, Linda came back with countless suitors around her. Her scum ex-husband pressed her on the door panel and forced her step by step: "Mrs. Linda, I haven't signed yet! Don't want to be good to others!" Linda smiled and said lightly, "Mr. Shane, we have nothing to do with each other!" The man's eyes were slightly red, and he tremblingly said his vow when he got married: "Linda will never leave him in his life, and divorce is prohibited!"