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By the third year of our mate bond, I was diagnosed with a rare werewolf disease that threatened to consume my life. Maverick, my Alpha and mate, didn’t hesitate to donate his healing essence to save me. Yet, less than an hour after the ceremony, he betrayed me. In the infirmary of the Blue Moon Pack, I activated the security link connected to our den, just as I had done countless times before. To my horror, I saw two figures entangled on the bed that was supposed to be ours. The other woman, Siena, a rogue werewolf, was as stunning as ever. She cupped Maverick’s face and asked if he’d mark her as his Luna. Maverick denied it, but when he saw her tears, he leaned in to kiss them away. In that moment, I knew—our bond had shattered. Right after the healing ritual, I mentioned feeling cold.

I smelled her before I saw her. Vanilla and something sharper—expensive perfume, the kind that clings to fabric and announces its wearer before they enter a room. It hit me the second I pushed open the door to the Alpha suite, my duffel bag still slung over one shoulder, exhaustion pulling at every muscle after a week of alliance runs with Silverfang. I stopped in the doorway. Emmett stood in the center of our—his—bedroom, a towel in his hands, his posture relaxed in a way I had not seen in five years of living beside him. Elena Salazar sat on the edge of the bed, her hair damp and darkening the collar of the shirt she wore. His shirt. Not mine. His. The oversized dress shirt hung loose on her frame, sleeves rolled to her elbows, hem skimming mid-thigh.

For five years, my husband Bennett refused to give me a child, claiming a "Blood Curse" would kill me during childbirth. I believed him. I thought his refusal was the ultimate act of love. That illusion shattered the day I found the surrogacy contract hidden in the gallery archives. There was no curse. There was just Aria—the mistress he paid to carry his legacy while I played the role of the immaculate, barren trophy wife. The truth turned violent when a massive steel sculpture snapped from the gallery ceiling. Bennett had a split second to choose who to save. He didn't look at me. He roared and dove to shield Aria, leaving me to be crushed by the falling beam. I lay bleeding on the marble floor, watching him frantically check her for scratches, completely ignoring my broken body. Even in the hospital, he didn't come. He was too busy playing house with the mother of his future heir. I didn't wait for an apology. I left my wedding ring on the table and vanished to Paris. Six months later, when Bennett finally found me and fell to his knees begging for a second chance, he didn't realize who he was talking to. I wasn't his wife anymore. I was the woman holding the hand of the rival billionaire who had just bought Bennett's empire out from under him.

Alice Monroe has always lived quietly. Between the late nights diner shifts and early morning classes,her world is small, ordinary, and safe. She doesn't have time for distractions especially not the kind that comes wrapped in tailored suits and gray eyes. Brian carter is used to getting everything he wants as the ruthless billionaire CEO of cross enterprises, people fear him ,envy him and obey him. But the moment he locks eyes with an innocent diner waitress whose innocent eyes disarm him, Brian finds himself craving something he's never had , someone untouchable . She wants nothing to do with men like him powerful, dangerous ,the kind who burn everything they touch. Yet fate keeps pulling them together. His world is full of secrets and ruthless,hers is fragile and simple. They should never collide. But he can't stay away . And she can't deny the fire he awakens in her.

She thought he was her childhood friend, but she was wrong. It isn't him. This man is vicious, this man is cruel but against all odds, this man is the one who will take her heart.

Nora Daniels has one rule-survive. Between double shifts at a bar and sleepless nights at St. Havens Hospital, she barely has time to breathe, let alone dream. Medicine was supposed to save her. Instead, it's breaking her piece by piece. Then there's Dr. Adrian Cole. The hospital's youngest head surgeon. Brilliant. Cold. Ruthless. He's everything she swore to stay away from-authority, danger, and the kind of man who sees too much. When Nora collapses in his operating room, Adrian should've dismissed her. Instead, he digs into her past. He finds brilliance hidden under exhaustion. Strength beneath silence. And a mystery he can't let go. She's his intern. He's her nightmare... and maybe the one person who could save her. But in a world where power draws lines and secrets cut deep. Love might just be the most dangerous prescription of all.

My fiancé thought he was manipulating a naive heiress, unaware I had video proof of him plotting to commit me to an asylum. He planned to steal my inheritance with my cousin, but tonight, I' m not signing a marriage license. I' m signing his death warrant. For years, I played the role of the docile, grateful orphan while Holden and Dianne mocked me behind my back. They called me mentally incompetent, laughing as they planned to strip me of my father' s legacy and lock me away. I watched them parade around my birthday gala, smug in their victory, treating me like a fragile doll on the verge of a breakdown. They expected tears. They expected submission. Instead, they got a cold-blooded execution. In front of the entire New York elite, I didn't hand my voting rights to the golden boy who promised to love me. I walked past him and handed the charter to the one man the entire family feared. Hazen Ingram. The scarred, silent "monster" of the dynasty. As Holden screamed and was dragged away by security, I realized something terrifyingly beautiful. I didn't just choose revenge. I chose the only man who ever truly protected me.

My pregnancy was a high-risk miracle after years of failed IVF. My husband, Aaron, seemed like the perfect partner, driving across town every night for the organic kale I craved. But I soon discovered his nightly "grocery runs" were a cover to visit his dead best friend's sister, Brie. The ultimate betrayal came when I went into early labor. As I was fighting for our child's life, Brie called him threatening suicide. He looked at me, then at his phone, and walked out of the delivery room to save her. I gave birth alone. Our son was stillborn. Aaron returned hours later, not with grief, but with an excuse. "We can have another baby," he said, as if replacing a broken toy. He then announced that Brie, his fragile mistress, would be moving into our home while I was still in the hospital. He truly believed he could have it all: the grieving wife and the mistress waiting at home. But as I looked at the man who chose her over our dying child, the love I had for him died right there. I had a new plan.

For five years, I was the flawless wife to the heir of the De Luca empire, securing billion-dollar acquisitions to prove my worth. But my husband, Alessandro, still paraded his mistress in our home, publicly humiliating me as a "cold spreadsheet" while she sneered in triumph. It didn't stop at infidelity. When I dared to cut off her credit cards, Alessandro decided to teach me a lesson. He allowed his mistress to secretly file down the metal clasp on my horse's saddle right before a massive public equestrian event. My leg was completely shattered in a horrific, agonizing fall in front of hundreds of elite guests. While I lay bleeding in the dirt, my husband didn't even glance my way. Instead, he rushed to hold his mistress, shielding her eyes from the gruesome sight. Later, pretending to be unconscious in the infirmary, I overheard him ordering his guards. "Get rid of the saddle. It was just a lesson to remind her who's in charge." He didn't just want me humiliated; he wanted me crippled and broken. As the sterile smell of the hospital hit me, a horrifying realization set in—I was two weeks late. I was pregnant with his child. The thought of my baby growing up in this ruthless, toxic family made my blood run cold, and the last spark of my love turned into absolute hatred. The obedient wife died on that dirt track. I quietly contacted his family's biggest rival and activated my secret scorched-earth protocol. It was time to burn his empire to the ground.

The morning sun filtered through our kitchen window as I spread cream cheese on my toast, the Labor Day weekend stretching before us like a rare gift of time. Hayes had been distant lately—military duties, he'd said—but today was supposed to be different. Today was supposed to be ours. I glanced at the clock. Eight-thirty. Hayes would be up soon, and I'd planned a picnic by the lake, just the two of us. Three years of marriage, and these stolen moments still felt precious. My phone buzzed with an email notification. Probably spam, but I opened it anyway. "Bank Statement Available." My finger hovered over the screen.

The elevator hummed softly as I descended to the lobby, my stomach growling in protest. I'd been so absorbed in the quarterly reports that I'd completely forgotten about lunch until my colleague Sarah mentioned grabbing coffee downstairs. The familiar weight of my purse felt lighter than usual as I rifled through it, searching for my wallet. "Damn," I muttered under my breath, realizing I'd left it on my kitchen counter in this morning's rush. The café line was already forming, and I only had fifteen minutes left of my break. Without thinking, I pulled out the sleek black credit card Maxwell had given me years ago—the family account card that had become as natural to use as breathing after five years together. The barista, a cheerful college student with paint-stained fingers, smiled as she handed me my usual vanilla latte. "That'll be $8.90, please." I swiped the card without hesitation. Eight dollars and ninety cents. Less than what Maxwell spent on his morning protein shake.

Evelyn Carter thought she had it all: a whirlwind romance, a dazzling marriage to billionaire Daniel Sterling, and the promise of a new life as New York’s rising art star. But on the night of their hundred-day wedding celebration, her perfect world shatters—she catches Daniel in a passionate embrace with his glamorous ex, Victoria Davenport. What follows is a calculated campaign to destroy Evelyn’s life: friends turn cold, the media paints her as unstable, and her art career is sabotaged beyond recognition. Isolated and heartbroken, Evelyn suffers a devastating loss alone—while Daniel smiles for cameras beside another woman. With nothing left to lose, Evelyn flees to Paris under a new name, hiding in Montmartre’s shadows and painting her pain into brutal, breathtaking masterpieces. When her work gains attention—and threatens to expose secrets meant to stay buried—the past comes chasing after her. Now, Evelyn must choose: vanish forever, or return and burn down the lies that nearly destroyed her.

For three years, I poured my soul into Cade, forgiving him 99 times. I was a struggling art student, paying for our shared dreams and caring for his fragile heart. But the 100th time, he let his cruel mistress, Alessandra, try to kill me in an old boathouse. He called it an "accident," his eyes already choosing his ambition over my life. I woke up in the hospital to hear him call me a "disposable stepping stone" and announce his engagement to the woman who had just tried to murder me. The doctor then confirmed the worst: his betrayal had cost me our unborn child. I had been a fool, a victim in their sick game. But as I lay there, broken and bleeding, I realized something. They thought I was a poor, orphaned artist. They had no idea I was Blaire Madden, the sole heiress to a global corporation. And I was finally ready to come home and make them pay.

He is the Alpha with the greatest power in the whole globe.She is barely capable of keeping her misfit band together. However, when she comes upon him .A flurry of sparks. He wants her. She is too busy to deal with him at this point in time. Not when both her life and her tribe are in such disarray. But are they able to ignore the beckoning of their True Mates?

Blurb (Synopsis) Outspoken florist Elara Vance thought she was storming a billionaire's empire to reclaim her mother's stolen legacy. Instead, she walked into a trap-and walked out bound by a marriage contract. As Elara and the cold, calculated Julian Vane clash in a world of opulence and deceit, a dangerous attraction ignites. But in the Vane family, secrets are deadlier than scandals. When the price of honor becomes their very survival, Elara must decide if the man she's forced to marry is her greatest enemy-or her only hope.

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. Una vez más la vida de Lilibeth se pondrá de cabeza al recibir una misteriosa llamada, descubriendo una dolorosa verdad que la llevará de regreso a Italia, donde arriesgará más que su vida. ¿Qué harías si te enterases que El padre de tus hijos aún vive? ¿Serías capaz de entregarlo todo con tal de salvarlo de las garras de sus enemigos y recuperar su amor aun cuando éste no te recuerda? ¿Confiarías en un hombre que está dispuesto a darte todo su poder sin conocer si tiene algún motivo oculto? Una historia llena de traición, mentiras, secretos y venganza, pero sobre todo de amor verdadero.

On her wedding day, Hannah Sears is forced to hand over her wedding dress to her stepsister, Aspen, who is carrying the child of Hannah's lover, Jeffrey. Betrayed and heartbroken, Hannah must watch her beloved marry her stepsister. The pain deepens when she is forced to marry someone previously intended for Aspen, all to pay off her family's debts. Enter Alden Harrison, the son of a near-bankrupt billionaire. Known for his rough and cold demeanor, Alden is confined to a wheelchair after a tragic accident. Marrying Alden becomes an endless nightmare for Hannah. But Alden makes Hannah an offer: "Follow my lead and I will take revenge on all those who have wronged you." Will Hannah and Alden's union be a beneficial alliance? Can Hannah seek her revenge and find closure in this unexpected marriage?

The microwave chimed, and I pulled out the takeout containers, arranging the steak dinner on our nicest plates—the ones we never used. Five years with Michael, and this was our routine: me at home, him working. I'd stopped expecting roses or fancy restaurants years ago, but still, a tiny part of me had hoped this Valentine's Day might be different. I glanced at my phone—no new messages since his terse reply three hours ago: *Mandatory night shift. Don't wait up.* With a sigh, I snapped a quick photo of the meal I'd planned and texted it with: *Happy V-Day?* The message delivered, but no immediate response. Not even the typing bubbles that would indicate he'd seen it. I wrapped his portion in foil and tucked it into the fridge, where it would join the other meals he missed. The apartment felt too quiet, too empty—a feeling I'd grown accustomed to but never comfortable with. I curled up on our gray sectional, the one I'd picked out while Michael was working a double homicide last year. He'd barely noticed when it was delivered.

Julia, the luna of Joravia-pack, endures Alpha Ulric's public declaration of love for Ophelia, his rival Marcus's mate, as he claims it's a ploy to outdo Marcus. Ulric repeatedly betrays Julia, prioritizing Ophelia and even fathering her pup, while Julia pretends to comply. Six months after breaking their bond, Julia, now pregnant with Marcus's child, confronts Ulric. He realizes the pup isn't his but pleads for her return, offering gifts and apologies. Julia, however, reveals she knew of his and Marcus's schemes all along, having lost faith in his love. She chooses Marcus, leaving Ulric to regret his actions and the love he squandered.

Since the day her mother ran off with a wealthy man, Katherine Welles has been the glue holding together a broken home. Juggling a demanding job and caring for her alcoholic father, she's built a life of structure, silence, and survival. Romance? Never had the time-or the trust. Now in her late twenties, Katherine finds herself worn down by responsibility and stuck in a life that feels too heavy for her young shoulders. When she accepts a position as the private secretary to a notoriously professional, emotionally detached CEO, she braces herself for another demanding job and nothing more. But from the moment she meets Christopher Miller, something feels off-not wrong, but different. There's a strange weight in her chest. A sense of foreboding. Or is it the first spark of something deeper? Christopher has rules. Katherine has walls. Both are hiding pain. Neither expected the other to see beneath the surface. Can Katherine learn to let love in after many years of begin alone? Or will fear, duty, and past scars keep her from discovering a love that's real? Christopher Miller didn't become a billionaire by blurring lines-especially not at work. Ruthlessly professional and strictly off-limits, he's had to fend off more than a few flirtatious advances from colleagues. His one rule? No dating anyone at the office. Katherine his new private secretary-smart, capable, and effortlessly stunning. She's not interested in playing games or climbing ladders through charm. Sophie has her own reasons for keeping things strictly business. But as late nights turn into deeper conversations and unspoken tension crackles between them, Christopher finds his most important rule tested in ways he never imagined. Can he keep his distance, or will he risk everything he's built for a woman who challenges his boundaries?

Betrayed. Humiliated. Desired by the forbidden. Heat Level: Steamy contemporary romance with emotional depth Evelyn Hayes thought she could trust her fiancé... until she caught him with her pregnant stepsister. Humiliated, alone, and set up to take the fall for a cruel scheme, her world shatters. But Roman Sinclair-her fiancé's powerful uncle-has wanted her for years. Protective, dangerous, and harboring secrets that could destroy them both, he's determined to claim her. One night changes everything. What began as forbidden desire turns deeper. Darker. All-consuming. Roman walked away once, thinking she was too young, too pure, too off-limits. He won't make that mistake again. Some men don't just want you-they protect you, claim you, and won't let you go. For readers who crave steamy, forbidden romance, betrayal, and a man who doesn't let go, this story will ignite your heart. **** Excerpt: "I'm going to get you pregnant." Evelyn froze. "What?" Roman didn't look bothered. His voice was calm. Controlled. "We'll just... make it happen. Starting now." Her heart slammed against her chest. "Roman, I have plans. A career. A life-" He pulled her closer, his gaze dark, unwavering. "Do you have a better solution?" She opened her mouth... then stopped. Because she didn't. "Sooner or later, you'd have to get pregnant to maintain this story. Why not now?" His gaze turned smoldering, almost hypnotic. "But I don't want to bring a child into a marriage based on contracts. Not now," she whispered. "Not without love. That's not fair to a baby." His thumb brushed her cheek. "Who said there's no love?" he murmured. Evelyn looked at him, dazed. "What do you mean?" "Hm?" His voice dropped to a whisper. "Who said there's no love, Evelyn?"

The rain hammered against our living room windows with relentless fury, each droplet seeming to echo the unease that had settled in my chest since Timothy's phone rang an hour ago. I watched from the kitchen doorway as he paced near the fireplace, his jaw tight with concern. "She has nowhere else to go, Cassidy," he said, running his hand through his dark hair—a gesture I'd learned to recognize as his tell when he was trying to convince himself as much as me. "Evangeline's landlord kicked her out tonight. Some dispute over lease violations. She's sitting in her car in this storm." I set down my coffee mug with deliberate care, studying my husband's face. Timothy had always been a rescuer, drawn to wounded birds and lost causes. It was one of the things I'd fallen in love with in college—his instinct to protect, to shelter. But something about this situation felt different. Wrong.

The greenhouse was my sanctuary in a pack house that had never felt like home. Dawn hadn't yet broken when I slipped inside, the familiar scent of damp soil and blooming flowers wrapping around me like an embrace I'd long been denied elsewhere. My fingers trembled slightly as I reached for the watering can—a weakness I couldn't afford to show outside these glass walls. I focused on the white lilies, my favorites. Their pure petals reminded me of what I once was—hopeful, untainted. Before the mate bond that became my prison. "You're wilting too, aren't you?" I whispered to a drooping bloom, gently supporting its stem. My wolf, Luna, whimpered softly in the back of my mind. Once silver and strong, she now barely stirred, weakened by the sickness that had been consuming us both since I gave too much blood to save William three years ago. A sudden tremor ran through my bones, stronger than the usual morning weakness.