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On my tenth wedding anniversary, I found my celebrity therapist husband naked with our housekeeper. He called it "somatic therapy." I was pregnant with our miracle baby and secretly battling a brain tumor. But when his lover faked a fall and a miscarriage, framing me for it, he chose her. The fall caused me to lose my actual baby. As I lay bleeding on the floor, my husband scoffed, "Don't play games, Alexis," and rushed her to the hospital. He then had me committed to a psychiatric facility, publicly painting me as delusional to protect his reputation and his affair. He thought he had gotten rid of me forever. But he didn't know my sister would break me out. He didn't know I would fake my own death to escape. Now, I'm back. And I'm about to teach the good doctor a lesson in consequences.

Pain tore through me in relentless waves, each one threatening to pull me under into darkness. I gripped the hospital bed rails, my knuckles white with strain as another contraction ripped through my body. "Luna Kehlani, you need to push!" Dr. Sarah Mitchell's voice seemed distant through the fog of agony. "Your wolf is too weak—she can't help with the healing. We need to get this pup out now!" I bore down with all my strength, a scream tearing from my throat. Blood soaked the sheets beneath me—too much blood. My suppressed wolf whimpered weakly inside me, unable to lend me her strength. Years of hiding my true Alpha bloodline had weakened us both. "The Alpha—has he been contacted?" I gasped between contractions.

My brother, Douglas, and my fiancé, Connor, were the two people in the world I trusted most. And they were the ones who destroyed my life. They hired thugs to attack me, leaving me paralyzed from the waist down and ending my career as a Broadway dancer. In the hospital, I overheard them confess it was all for my jealous cousin, Isla. When their guilt became too much, they orchestrated a public scandal to ruin my name, turning me from a tragic victim into a freak. Finally, they left me to die in a yacht explosion, choosing to save Isla instead of me. I was their family's princess, but they sacrificed me on the altar of their pity for a manipulative liar. But a mysterious benefactor offered me a deal: a new, perfect body and the power to destroy them all. Now, I've returned, pretending to be a long-lost twin with amnesia. They think they've been given a second chance. They have no idea I'm here to collect a debt.

I tapped my pencil against the edge of my sketchpad, staring at the half-finished design for the ceremonial necklace I planned to surprise Marcus with for our fifth anniversary. The silver and moonstone piece would symbolize our enduring bond—five perfect years as Alpha and Luna of the Silverstone Pack. "What do you think, Lyra?" I whispered to my wolf, who purred contentedly in my mind. *Beautiful, like all your creations, Victoria.* My inner wolf had always been my greatest supporter, even before Marcus. I smiled, setting down my pencil and stretching my arms above my head. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of our shared study, casting a warm glow over the polished oak desk. Marcus had left his tablet behind this morning in his rush to handle what he'd called an "urgent pack matter." I reached for it, thinking I could review some of the anniversary celebration plans we'd been discussing. We'd granted each other access to our devices years ago—a symbol of trust between mates. The screen lit up at my touch, revealing a messaging app I rarely used. A notification blinked insistently in the corner—from Amber Rodriguez, our new pack coordinator.

In a country that has seen war, famine and oppression Saoirse now in a brighter time, but she feels lost. Until one night she awakes an ancient power, lost to time. As love blooms so does danger. But this time the land won't allow people to fall

Elena Reyes is drowning-buried in debt, fighting to keep a roof over her head, and running out of time. When an eviction notice gives her only seven days to save her future, desperation drives her to the one man everyone fears: Damian Blackwell, a cold billionaire with a reputation for ruthless deals and no mercy. Damian doesn't offer help-he offers control. His world is a cage of power, secrets, and desire, and Elena is about to learn that accepting his deal means risking everything. She thought survival was the goal, but soon she realizes the true cost of his desire may be her freedom... and her heart. In a dangerous game where trust can be a weapon and love feels like surrender, Elena must decide if she's willing to pay the ultimate price for a chance at a new life-and if Damian is worth losing herself for.

Stacy thought her brother's mistakes couldn't touch her-until Adrian Moretti, New York's most feared mafia boss, came to collect. Taken as payment for a debt she didn't owe, Stacy finds herself trapped in a world built on blood, power, and secrets. Adrian is cold, merciless, and untouchable... yet his dangerous allure threatens to unravel her resolve. With enemies circling, Vera scheming for Adrian's attention, and Rafael-the rival mafia boss who will stop at nothing to see Adrian fall-closing in, Stacy is caught in the crossfire of a war she never asked to be part of. Now she must decide: fight for her freedom, or risk losing her heart to the very man who stole it. But can love survive in a cage of power, betrayal, and war? Or is she destined to break under the weight of his world?

Ashley was tied to a rusted iron pillar in an abandoned warehouse, the noxious fumes of gasoline soaking her clothes. Her fiancé Devon and her stepsister Brittany stood before her, revealing a horrifying truth. Devon never saved her from that fatal car crash three years ago; he merely stole the credit. Worse, Brittany smirked and confessed that Ashley's own father had orchestrated her mother's murder. Before Ashley could process the betrayal, Devon callously tossed a lighter. A wall of blistering heat instantly consumed her. Even when Bennett Hawkins, the cold and untouchable billionaire, rushed into the inferno to shield her with his body, they were both swallowed by the explosion. As the fire melted her skin, Ashley died with agonizing hatred. Why did her own flesh and blood want her dead? What dark secret were they hiding about her mother's tragic death? Opening her eyes again, freezing saltwater violently flooded her lungs. She was back at her twentieth birthday yacht party, right after Brittany had secretly pushed her into the freezing Hudson River. Staring at the hypocritical faces of her family pretending it was an accident, Ashley didn't cry or beg. She calmly snatched a phone and dialed 911. "Yes. I need to report an attempted murder."

For years, Elara Park endured being called "half-breed" and "weak blood" at pack meetings. Because she was a hybrid wolf, she trusted Zack Blackwood's sweet promises. Then he rejected their fated mate bond moments after claiming her body. Before she could even breathe through the soul-crushing agony, the news was already celebrating his engagement to her vindictive stepsister, Selina. The headlines gushed about their "perfect pureblooded union." Her mother's call came like a final blow: "Elara, you're twenty-three now. It's time you contributed to the family." Marry the worthless second son of a prominent Alpha family or lose her father's empire forever. They had her trapped, ready to steal her birthright and leave her powerless. But as the heartbreak bled out, ice-cold determination took its place. Elara went to the arranged meeting at the city's most exclusive club, determined to turn her mother's matchmaking scheme to her advantage. She would agree to marriage-but on her own terms. When she found who she believed was Damian Sterling in the private suite, she cut straight to business: a contract marriage with clear boundaries, separate lives, and a guaranteed escape route. What she didn't know? The devastatingly dangerous man who'd just signed her contract with a predator's smile wasn't the pathetic playboy she expected. He was Dominic Wolfe-the Alpha King who'd been relentlessly hunting her for years. And now, she'd just signed herself over to him completely.

I was his maid. His peace in a world of violence. The only woman Dimitri Volkov ever allowed close to his heart. But one dark night changed everything. I thought it was him in the shadows. Same voice. Same touch. Same everything. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late. Now I'm carrying his twin brother's child. Dimitri's rage could burn down empires. Alexei's claim could start a war. And I'm caught between two brothers who once shared everything—until they shared me. In the Volkov world, blood is thicker than water. But what happens when blood turns against blood? One loves me. One owns me. Both will destroy each other for me. And I'm the one who will pay the price.

Book 1: When a temporary job opened up, Jenna, still inexperienced in the workforce, didn't hesitate—she went straight for it. At first, everything looked like a dream come true. Then, out of nowhere, the rules changed. "Tomorrow, you'll wear lilac underwear!" The instruction was as weird as it sounded, a tiny detail that promised nothing about this stint would be normal. Micheal turned heads wherever he went, but there was more to this CEO than just good looks. He carried a secret that would turn Jenna's world upside down. Book 2: Apollo's life suddenly flipped around after his wife double-crossed him right at his big brother's wedding. Just like that, he found himself a single dad, raising six-year-old Ares. Now, Apollo knew one thing for sure: his son needed a mother. Erin Dixon checked every box—except for her ex-husband, who could give "problematic" a run for its money. Meanwhile, Milo Lancaster—Adonis's close friend—had his own storm brewing. His family kept pushing him to settle down and produce an heir. "Marriage and kids, Milo!" But he wanted none of it! An arranged marriage seemed like the easy way out, at least on paper. Except things got complicated the second he actually started caring about Claudine. Who knew a family tradition could turn into something so unpredictable? Book 3: Gustav never expected those old feelings to rush back when he saw Madilyn again after so many years. The spark was still there—too bad she shut him down right away. "I'm with someone else." But had she truly moved on? Or was there still hope for something to grow between them?

Rae just wanted to lose her virginity and forget the name of the boy who ruined her first time. So when her wild best friend dares her to visit Club Obsidian - a secret invite-only pleasure club where older men pick submissive girls for one unforgettable night - Rae agrees. She expected nerves. She expected heat. She didn't expect a hot and sexy tattooed stranger in his forties with a tongue piercing, three rings, and a voice that could melt bone. He didn't ask for her name. He just whispered, "Dance for me, kitten." And by morning, Rae was ruined - in the best way possible. But her world shatters when she walks into her mother's house... and finds him standing in the living room. Because the man who owned her body last night? Is her stepfather's brother. Her step-uncle. Now he's living in the pool house, teasing her at dinner, flexing shirtless by the pool, and whispering filthy things when no one's around. He says it was supposed to be one night. But the way he touches her? The way he stares at her like he's starving? He doesn't want to let go. And neither does she. Even if it means losing everything.

Thea never knew how dangerous innocence could be. The Devil had watched her from the shadows since their first meeting-pure, untouched, and unknowingly his. He wanted more than to keep her safe. He wanted to claim her. To feel her flawless skin beneath his rough hands. To stain her perfect lips with sin. To mark her soul with his name.   She misbehaved. Her knees burned from kneeling on the icy floor, but the pain was nothing compared to the fear of losing his forgiveness. The man who ruled darkness stared at her, cold and merciless, his commands leaving no room for hope.   "Bend over daddy's lap and take your punishment."   For her, he would burn the world down. For her, he would drag countless souls to Hell. And she-his innocent angel-would not fight him.   When the purest light crossed paths with the darkest devil, everything changed.

The alarm never rang. I'd been awake since four, watching the darkness fade into a pale gray dawn through our bedroom curtains. Michael's side of the bed remained untouched, the sheets still crisp from yesterday's making. Not unusual—he often worked late. But today was different. Today marked thirty years. I slipped from bed and padded to the closet, my fingers finding the emerald-green dress I'd hidden behind my winter coats. The saleswoman at Nordstrom had assured me it took ten years off, though I wasn't sure I believed her. Still, Michael had always loved me in green. Said it brought out the gold flecks in my brown eyes.

I stared at my laptop screen, heart pounding with a mixture of exhilaration and exhaustion. The video conference had just ended, and I'd done it—closed the Henderson deal worth $30 million. Three months of sleepless nights, countless strategy revisions, and personal sacrifices had culminated in this moment. The largest contract in our company's seven-year history. "We're extremely impressed with your proposal, Mrs. Fletcher," Henderson's words still rang in my ears. "Your attention to detail and innovative solutions are exactly what we need." I closed my laptop with trembling fingers. Harrison would be thrilled. This deal would transform our Seattle tech firm from a respectable mid-tier company to a major industry player. I smoothed down my silk blouse and checked my reflection in the darkened screen.

For five years, my husband kept me in a dog cage because he believed I murdered his fiancée, my stepsister Kinsley. He stripped me of my dignity, my name, and my humanity, all to avenge a woman who wasn't even dead. When Kinsley finally returned, alive and smiling, I thought my nightmare was over. Instead, she framed me again. Right in front of Courtland, she pushed my little brother down the stone steps of the estate. I held my brother's broken body in the rain, screaming for help. But Courtland just stood there, shielding Kinsley under his umbrella, looking at me with cold indifference. He chose the monster over his wife. That night, I realized love wasn't enough to save me. So, I stood on the edge of the hospital roof and let gravity take me. I wanted him to mourn. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him to burn. Three years later, at a gala in New York, the Ice King dropped his champagne glass. He stared at me—the woman in the red dress, the fiancée of his rival. I looked him dead in the eye and smiled like a stranger. He cornered me later, his voice trembling with rage and obsession. "Death is the only divorce in my world, Anastasia. And you are still very much alive."

I lived in the basement of the man who promised to protect me. Kason Oneal, the Alpha, treated me like a servant while he doted on Dalia, his so-called "Fated Mate." I went to his office one last time and knocked over his private journal. The entry from two weeks ago caught my eye. He wrote that his wolf actually pulled toward me, not Dalia. He knew we were mates. But he chose Dalia for her family's money. He called me a "substitute"—a placeholder to keep his wolf calm until he could bond with her. He planned to keep me hidden in the dark forever, just to use my scent. My heart shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was being used. The man I adored saw me as nothing more than a biological pacifier. I didn't leave a note. I packed my bag and walked out the door. Kason thought I was a broken Omega he could control. He didn't know I was on my way to New York to marry Hadley Payne, the Supreme Alpha. And when I returned, I wouldn't be a servant. I would be his Queen.

The Crystal Pavilion glittered against the night sky, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a panoramic view of the city lights below. I smoothed down my dress—simple but elegant, the result of three weeks of skipped lunches and careful budgeting—and clutched the leather portfolio tighter against my chest. Inside lay my birthday gift for Dylan: a hundred-million-dollar contract with Meridian Development Group that would skyrocket his company to the next level. "You look beautiful tonight," Dylan said as he greeted me at the entrance, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Though you're a bit late." "Sorry," I murmured, ignoring the way my stomach twisted at his casual dismissal. "I was just... finalizing some things." The venue buzzed with conversation and champagne-fueled laughter. Business partners, investors, and industry elites mingled beneath crystal chandeliers—all here to celebrate Dylan's thirtieth birthday and his company's rising status. A status I had helped build from the shadows. As dinner concluded and the gift presentation began, I felt my palms grow damp.

The steady beep of monitors pulled me from darkness. I blinked against harsh fluorescent lights, my body feeling hollow and strange. The hospital room was pristine—white walls, white sheets, the antiseptic smell burning my nostrils. My hand instinctively moved to my stomach, and that's when the emptiness hit me. Twelve weeks. Our baby was gone. The door opened, and Damon strode in, his tailored suit unwrinkled despite the early hour. His eyes flickered to his watch before settling on me. "You're awake," he said, his voice neutral. No embrace.

Thunder rattled the vintage chandelier above our dining table, the crystal prisms shivering in the dim light. Seattle storms were usually a gentle, persistent weep against the glass, but tonight, the rain felt like an assault. My mother, radiant in her emerald silk blouse, took another bite of the mushroom risotto our nanny, Miriam, had prepared. "Delicious, Miriam," Mom said, her fingers lightly brushing the pearl necklace I had given her for her birthday. Miriam, lingering by the kitchen archway, offered a smile that didn't quite reach her dark eyes. "Only the best for you, Mrs. Whitmore." Then, the porcelain plate shattered against the hardwood. Mom’s hands flew to her throat. A wet, choking gasp tore from her lips as she pitched forward, her chair scraping violently backward against the floorboards. "Mom!" I dropped to my knees, the broken china biting through my stockings and into my shins.

Aila Seymour, my life and my death. Touching her gives me life but she stares at me with her eyes brimming with tears. Her look of innocence will be the reason of my perish. She holds the gun to my head, the arrow to my heart. "I shall continue being your wife." I gasp at her answer, not expecting her decision. Aila takes my hand and put it on top of her chest, "Take it. Take my heart. I do not care if you have lovers. I will turn a blind eye to all your mistress. I will endure the heartbreaks and the painful words. I will be with you." She held my gaze and whispered, "I love you, Caelon. I want to be with you, always." I pulled away and whispered in a small voice, "You will die." "I do not care." "You'll cease to exist. Like you have never existed in this life and the next." "It doesn't matter." "You will be nothing." Aila tugged at my hand and snuggled her head upon my chest, "As long as I am with you, Caelon Rouen, as long as I am with you." * We have faced death. We have been separated by fate.Love opposes our match. It is all in vain. I will die on her hands and she will mourn me. We are not supposed to meet but fate brings us together just to separate us, again. I am walking away from the path only to lead myself closer to it. And yet, there is a way to end the cycle. She has to hate me back as much as I hate her. She must stop loving me. This is the reason why I married a cupid so I can break her enough to make her despise me. Will her hate be enough for her heart to stop loving me?

I, Sophie Caldwell, was once bound to alpha Maxwell Sinclair. But he betrayed me-secretly forming a bond with Madeline, the she-wolf who crippled my dancing career. When I found out, I erased my identity, fled to Belvaria as "Autumn," determined to chase my dance dreams again. I saved Lavinia from an attack, and she took me in-her family, the Wexfords, including Benedict, gave me refuge. I entered a dance contest, triumphed, and faced my past traumas head-on. Maxwell tracked me down, but I held a press conference, laying bare his abuse for the world to see. He finally let me go, guilt weighing on him. Not long after, news came: Maxwell killed Madeline.

"You think he owns you? No, mi alma. You were made for me, every breath, every scream.” After June’s billionaire husband Axel Grey, humiliated and abandoned her for his mistress, she meets Levi Stark: a stranger dangerously intoxicating, and nothing like her cold ex. He doesn't just want her body, he wants her to be his. When a letter threatens her life, she’s pulled into a web of danger, obsession, and love that cuts deep. He wants her heart. He wants her soul. ‎But someone wants her dead. June must choose: the monster who hurt her or the one who might never let her go.

I was making coffee when the doorbell rang. Not the buzzer from the street — the actual bell, which meant someone had already come through the gate. I set down my mug and walked to the front door in my socks, still half-inside the morning, still thinking about the audition callback I'd never made, the script I'd left in a box in the hall closet three years ago. I opened the door. She was standing on the stoop like she owned it. Eight months pregnant, maybe more. Wearing a camel coat that had probably cost two thousand dollars and looked like she'd slept in it for a week. Her hair was dark and loose, her makeup the kind that starts the day perfect and ends it like a bruise. She was beautiful in the way that certain women are beautiful — aggressively, as a form of argument. She looked at me the way you look at furniture you're deciding whether to keep.