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The morning light filtered through the stained glass windows of St. Catherine's Cathedral, casting rainbow patterns across the marble floor where I would soon walk down the aisle. My fingers trembled as I touched my mother's pearl necklace, the familiar weight offering little comfort against the knot of anxiety in my stomach. "Emmie, you look absolutely radiant!" Grace Thompson, my maid of honor, beamed as she adjusted my veil. The ivory silk cascaded around my shoulders like a waterfall, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. That's when I saw her—Mina Davis gliding through the bridal preparation room with her characteristic feline grace, her honey-blonde hair perfectly styled despite the early hour. She wore a pale pink bridesmaid dress that hugged her curves, but her smile didn't reach her ice-blue eyes. "Oh, Emmie darling, you're going to make such a beautiful bride," Mina cooed, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I just wanted to help with the final touches. You know how much Jason means to me." I forced a smile, my stomach churning.

I was the "Ice Queen," the perfect Mafia wife who managed the De Luca empire's millions while my husband, Alessandro, played the part of the feared Underboss. I thought my silence and competence earned me respect. That was until I woke up in the estate's medical bay with a shattered leg. My saddle had snapped mid-jump. It wasn't wear and tear; it was sabotage. Lying in the dark, feigning sleep, I heard Alessandro whispering outside my door with his enforcer. "The buckle was filed down," the enforcer said urgently. "Aria tampered with it. She could have broken her neck." I waited for Alessandro’s rage. I waited for him to execute the mistress who tried to kill his wife. Instead, his voice was cold and dismissive. "Bury it," Alessandro ordered. "It’s just a broken leg. Aria was upset about the credit cards. She just wanted to teach Katarina a lesson." A lesson. My husband wasn't just cheating on me; he was protecting the woman who tried to cripple me. Three days later, at the Family Charity Gala, he humiliated me publicly. He outbid me for my grandmother's heirloom necklace and clasped it around Aria's neck while I watched from my wheelchair. He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a piece of furniture to be rearranged. He didn't know I had bugged the entire villa while I was recovering. He didn't know I had the recordings of what Aria was really doing when he wasn't looking. I gripped the USB drive in my pocket and signaled the tech team to lock the doors. The statue was broken, but he was about to learn that shattered ice is sharp enough to slit a throat.

BLURB Aurora Winters believed her life was perfect until the night everything she loved was torn away. She survived a brutal betrayal and vanished, leaving the world to mourn her as dead. For two years, she has planned revenge, raising her son in secret while becoming a woman no one would recognize. Now she steps back into the life of the man who betrayed her. He trusts her completely, unaware of who she really is or the storm she carries inside. Every day brings her closer to revenge, yet every day also tests everything she thought she knew about love, loyalty, and truth. But the past is darker than she imagined, and someone else has been pulling the strings all along. With her child in danger and secrets threatening to destroy everything, Aurora must face a choice that could change everything forever. How far will she go for revenge, and what will happen when the truth finally comes out?

HIS TO DESTROY isn't just another romance story. At the centre of everything is Valentina Cruz, who infiltrates the Torres Cartel under a false identity. Her plan is to avenge her father's death, but all is not as it seems. Lucien Torres, the heir to the empire, is not just the devil's son but is rooted in something darker than crime. Something called The Black Church. But The Black Church is not really a church. It is a cover for the evil perpetrated by the powerful, the government, and various cartels working in the shadows. What started as a quest for revenge is now a race against time to save her loved ones. Will Valentina come out on top or just be another victim of The Black church? Read HIS TO DESTROY to find out!

My elder sister, Luna Estelle Adams, prided herself on her independence. She never begged for anything, least of all from a man. When my brother Fletcher was falsely accused and imprisoned, my father went to the Lake Jade Packhouse, pleading with her to use her position to advocate for his release before Alpha Edward Castillo. But she stood there, righteous and unyielding, her voice cold and detached. "A wolf must have pride," she said, her chin lifted high. "We should never stoop to begging. If Fletcher is innocent, the Alpha will release him. Justice will prevail." When Miley Powell, the Delta, forced me to kneel for hours, causing me to lose my unborn child, I begged Estelle to intervene, to demand justice. But she simply shook her head, her expression distant and unfeeling. "A wolf must stand on their own," she said, her voice calm but firm.

I had spent eleven hours making sure everyone else had a perfect New Year's Run. The bonfire was stacked exactly right. The perimeter patrols were rotated on schedule. The younger wolves got their first ceremonial run without incident, and the elders had their reserved seating near the fire pit with warm drinks waiting. Every detail, every contingency—handled. That was what I did. That was what I had always done. I was Gwen Watkins, Luna of the Moonveil Pack. And I was very, very good at my job. By the time the celebration wound down and the pack dispersed into the cold night air, I was running on fumes and something quieter than exhaustion—a kind of hollow satisfaction that comes from doing everything right and still feeling like something is missing.

My husband, Jeremiah, let me die from an allergic reaction because he couldn't pause his video game. He dismissed my kidnapping as a prank and refused to come to the hospital when I was miscarrying our child. But the final straw came when he ordered doctors to carve skin from my body for his mistress's minor burn. He thought he had broken me, but he was wrong. I exposed his affair, took his company, and left him with nothing. Years later, he crashed my wedding to another man, begging for a second chance. "Elena lied to me! She manipulated me! It was always you, Celina!" I looked at the monster who had destroyed my life, my family, and my child. Then I picked up a wine bottle and smashed it over his head.

I never thought one broken promise could shatter my world twice. His name was Marcus. He swore he'd stay in touch when he left for that "year-long business trip." Three months later, silence. No calls, no texts, nothing. On my birthday, drunk and done with heartbreak, I went home with a stranger. One reckless night. I slipped out before dawn, leaving a fake name. No more men. No more drama. Then the perfect job fell into my lap: personal assistant to Victoria Langford, a young, filthy-rich heiress. Live-in position, great pay, exactly what my sick little sister and I needed. I moved in, ready for a fresh start. Until I walked into her mansion and saw him. Marcus. In her arms. My fiancé was her boyfriend. Rage burned through me, but I swallowed it. I needed this job. He begged forgiveness, fed me lies about a big contract, how he never stopped loving me. Weak, stupid, lonely. I fell back into him. Secret touches, stolen nights, right under her nose. Then everything exploded. I came home to blood and sirens. Marcus swore he didn't know what happened. But when the police started digging, he pointed the finger at me. How do I escape this? Who's the father of the child growing inside of me?

Sharon had grown up in the Jiang household, betrothed to the eldest son, Evan, since they were children. When Evan was kidnapped at eighteen, she volunteered to take his place. For three days, they gave her no food or water. Burning with a 104-degree fever, she nearly died before finally staggering back to the Jiang estate. But the first words she heard were Evan’s, spoken coldly to his parents: “I won’t marry Sharon. She was trapped in that den of thieves for three days—who knows what happened to her?” “If you want to keep the engagement, send her to the Institute of Female Virtue. Let them scrub her clean.” On her first day at the Institute, they stripped her naked and performed the “Verification”—a brutal, archaic ritual meant to certify her virginity. On the second, she cooked ninety-nine separate dishes, then spent the entire night on her knees, scrubbing floors. On the third, they forced her to dance barefoot on a red-hot iron plate. Four years later, Sharon was finally released. Her first act was to visit the crematorium and order a sandalwood urn for her own ashes. “Miss Sharon, your pre-arranged cremation service will activate upon your demise. A deposit is required now, with the balance due within one month. On behalf of our facility, we wish you a vibrant life and a peaceful passing.” The crematorium robot delivered its programmed pleasantries with mechanical courtesy. Sharon was past caring.

"Miss Gray, are you sure you want to go through with another cosmetic procedure? This will be your ninety-ninth one. You know, you’re already quite stunning, even more so than..." "Just do it." Lyra Hansen, the pack’s healer, hesitated, her tone softening as she tried to reason with Alexia Gray. She had hoped to convince Alexia that her natural beauty was more than enough, that she didn’t need to keep altering herself to fit someone else’s ideal. But Alexia only smiled faintly, her fingers twisting the mate mark on her neck. She understood what Lyra was leaving unsaid. Still, she yearned more than anything to become what Enzo Dixon admired. A few days later, once her facial wounds had healed, Alexia hurried from the clinic to the Silverfang Pack’s headquarters, her heart racing as she hoped to make it in time for the fourth anniversary of her marking ceremony with Enzo, the Alpha of the pack. She stood outside his office, her hand raised to knock when she overheard voices inside. Instinctively, she paused, her sharp werewolf hearing catching every word of Enzo’s conversation.

​"She was his secret mistake. He was her unexpected prison." ​Arrogant Billionaire CEO Kaius 'K.K.' Kincaid only wanted one night with his fierce rival, CEO Elara Vane. She was a temporary conquest, a beautiful obsession he ruthlessly crushed and discarded the very next morning with a blank check. ​Rejected and humiliated, Elara vowed revenge. But 30 days later, a small white stick shatters her world. ​She despises him. Yet, she is carrying his heir. ​When Kaius discovers the unexpected pregnancy, his dormant Controlling Alpha Instinct flares to life. He will not allow his child-or its mother-to escape his grasp. ​Trapped in a world of forced proximity, intense passion, and dark secrets, will Elara survive the obsession of the man who rejected her, or will hate slowly burn into something far more dangerous?

"Taming the Ruthless Billionaire" unfolds as a modern romantic drama set against the high-stakes world of Manhattan's corporate elite. The story traces the journey of Maya Rivers, a young woman whose resolve and vulnerability are tested when she steps into the orbit of Adrian King, a billionaire CEO renowned for his icy demeanor and relentless ambition. Through a series of escalating challenges both personal and professional, the novel explores themes of trust, redemption, power, and the healing nature of unconditional love. The narrative opens with Maya, a bright but struggling graduate, navigating the intimidating halls of King Enterprises. From the very first chapter, tension is palpable, Maya's internal anxiety mirrors the stormy weather outside, foreshadowing the turbulence to come. When she meets Adrian King for her interview, she is struck by his cold intensity and high expectations. Adrian is not just another boss; he is a man whose reputation for ruthlessness intimidates everyone around him. Maya's honesty and resilience during the interview earn her the job, setting the stage for a dynamic of mutual challenge and attraction. Early chapters immerse the reader in the demanding environment of King Enterprises. Maya's daily battles juggling urgent tasks, facing skeptical colleagues, and learning Adrian's unspoken rules ground her struggle in authenticity. Adrian's standards are relentless, but Maya's adaptability and wit gradually earn his respect. Their relationship, however, is not just professional. Subtle glances, brief exchanges, and moments of unexpected vulnerability hint at a deeper connection simmering beneath their formal interactions. As Maya becomes more integrated into Adrian's world, the boundaries between them begin to blur. The story intensifies when rumors of a corporate leak threaten the Velos merger a deal crucial to the company's future. Maya is drawn into a web of suspicion, secrecy, and danger. The tension peaks when she receives anonymous threats, and it becomes clear that someone within King Enterprises is sabotaging the company from within. Maya's courage and loyalty are tested as she navigates this growing peril, all while grappling with her growing feelings for Adrian. The emotional core of the novel is the romance between Maya and Adrian. Their relationship, initially fraught with power imbalances and guarded emotions, gradually evolves into something genuine and transformative. The first time they cross the line into intimacy, it is both a surrender and an act of defiance a moment that alters the rules of their engagement. Their connection is passionate, but it is also laced with fear, as both realize how much they stand to lose if things go wrong. The narrative's suspense reaches new heights when Maya uncovers evidence implicating her friend and mentor, Carla, in the company's data breach. The betrayal cuts deeply, but soon Maya realizes Carla is also a victim, manipulated and endangered by forces more sinister than they realized. When Carla is kidnapped by Victor King, Adrian's estranged uncle, the personal stakes become inescapably high. Adrian's past and vulnerabilities are drawn into the open. Through confessions and tender moments, he reveals the weight of his family legacy, the pain of betrayal, and the lengths he went to protect his company. The confrontation with Victor at the warehouse is the novel's dramatic climax a whirlwind of violence, sacrifice, and resolve. Maya proves her strength and loyalty by saving Carla and standing by Adrian's side, even as he is gravely wounded. After the chaos, the story shifts toward healing and restoration. Adrian's recovery is slow, but the ordeal has changed both him and Maya. Their love, once tentative and hidden, is now open and deeply rooted. Maya is promoted within King Enterprises, symbolizing her earned place in Adrian's life and the business she helped save. Carla, too, finds redemption and strength in her friendship with Maya. The final chapters are a celebration of growth, forgiveness, and reclaimed hope. Maya and Adrian, having weathered betrayals and storms, make a life together marked by laughter, purpose, and shared ambition. Their wedding is simple but filled with joy, surrounded by friends and family who have witnessed their journey. Even as new challenges loom hinted at by cryptic messages and the ever-present demands of the corporate world. Maya and Adrian face them as equals and partners, their bond unbreakable. "Taming the Ruthless Billionaire" closes with an affirmation of love's power to transform and redeem. Maya and Adrian, once isolated by fear and ambition, find in each other not just passion, but a true sense of home. Their story is a testament to the courage it takes to open oneself to love, to forgive, and to build something lasting in a world that too often rewards only strength and suspicion. Theirs is a romance forged in adversity, but destined for hope.

I wake up from a six-month coma to a nightmare. My hockey boyfriend,the man I loved for nine years didn’t wait—he replaced me. He’s marrying my best friend. And the little girl he once brought home, the one I loved like my own… She was theirs all along. Everything I built my life around—gone. Everything I thought was love—nothing but a lie. So when my friend Cassie drags me to a housewarming party, I go. Not to move on. Not to heal. Just to remember what it feels like to exist. Then I meet him. Rodney Ellison Carter. Hockey’s golden boy. My ex’s favorite player. His hero. He shouldn’t even look at me the way he does. And yet one night—one reckless, beautiful, impossible night with him—changes everything.

I lit the candles myself. All twelve of them, arranged down the center of the dining table in a neat line, the way I'd seen in a wedding magazine two years ago and saved in the back of my mind for someday. White tapers in silver holders. Wildflowers I cut from the garden that morning. The good china — the set Mrs. Elliott gave us as a mating gift, which she reminded me of at least twice a year. Three years. Tonight was three years since Kayden pressed his teeth to my neck and called me his. I wore the green dress he once said made my eyes look like pine needles in winter. I'd curled my hair.

For five years, I was the secret wife of billionaire Chace Bentley, hiding in the shadows because he swore it was the only way to protect me from his ruthless family. But when his security guards dragged me out of his gala by my hair, breaking my ribs while the crowd jeered at the "delusional stalker," Chace didn't save me. He stood on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, and watched me bleed with cold, dead eyes. I thought I had hit rock bottom in that jail cell, until I found the documents in his safe. A prenuptial agreement with a socialite named Celina. And a trust fund for their future children. When I confronted him, he didn't beg for forgiveness. He laughed. "Everything you own, the clothes on your back, the roof over your head, it's all because of me. My charity." He thought he had broken me. He thought I was just a disposable pawn in his rise to power. But he forgot that I still held the one thing that could destroy him: our original marriage license. On the day of his grand engagement announcement, I didn't hide. I walked onto the stage, took the microphone, and introduced myself to the world. "I'm Gracelyn Weeks, and I'm Chace Bentley's wife."

At eight months pregnant, I discovered my husband Holden' s secret living trust. The password wasn't our anniversary, but the birthday of his young protégée, Anika. His entire fortune wasn't for me or our unborn child. It was all for her. When I confronted him, the truth was a death sentence. He called me a "vessel," a surrogate to carry an heir for Anika, who was too fragile to bear a child herself. "She will raise him," he said, his eyes cold. Then I found the recordings. Once our son was born, I was to be eliminated in a "tragic accident." My seven-year marriage was a lie, a transaction to produce an heir. They wanted me dead and my baby stolen. So I gave them one of their wishes. I faked my own death, burned my old life to the ground, and disappeared with my son.

When Hope Morgan accepts a covert mission to bring down the Mason mafia family, she knows her target... Ace Mason, the elusive heir who was untouchable as he was dangerous. Disguised as a low-level worker, she enters his empire with one goal: to trap him. But as she rises through the ranks, her mission grows complicated. Ace, intrigued by her intelligence and defiance, draws her deeper into his world of power, deceit, and control. What begins as manipulation turns into a passionate, forbidden connection neither can escape. Meanwhile, Bob and others within the Mason circle begin to suspect Hope’s true motives. Rival families like the Giordanos close in, and the FBI’s presence looms, tightening the noose around them all. Hope’s greatest trap becomes her own heart. When loyalties collide and betrayals surface, she must choose between destroying Ace or standing by him, even if it means burning everything she came to protect.

During the holiday season, my husband had cleared his schedule, planning to take me on a vacation. Just as we were about to board the plane, he received unexpected news that his mother was unwell. “Honey, I'm really sorry. My mom's unexpectedly not feeling well, and I need to check on her. I can't join you this time,” he said. Although a bit disappointed, I understood the importance of his mother's health and agreed. After he left, I tore up my plane ticket. I wanted to see how my mother-in-law, who had passed away three months ago, was supposedly doing. I discreetly followed him back to our house and didn’t rush out of the car. I opened my phone and was stunned to see our maid’s daughter flaunting on Instagram from inside our home.

After a decade with Alpha Kohen Rice, I accidentally answered his phone. "Oh, Kohen, our Daisy just had a litter of puppies," a soft voice cooed, displayed simply as “Puppy.” “The Alpha is in the shower. Call back later,” I replied coolly before hanging up. That night, Kohen was frantic, grabbing clothes strewn across the floor and throwing them on as he rushed out. Meanwhile, I wiped away every trace of myself from our "home," removing everything. I boarded a flight to another country. Three years later, Kohen tracked me down on a small island resort. He couldn't take his eyes off the little boy beside me, the spitting image of him. His eyes reddened as he asked, “Is he mine?” --- Kohen, the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, was brimming with energy, while I was so worn out I could barely keep my eyes open. My phone kept ringing.

My fiancé' s mistress hacked off my hair in the middle of Van Cleef & Arpels while he laughed on the phone. He told her to "teach the stalker a lesson," having no idea the woman in the hoodie was actually the billionaire heiress he was arranged to marry. Ten minutes later, my brother' s private army shut down Fifth Avenue, and I picked up the scissors to return the favor. I had spent a year doing humanitarian work in war zones, so I arrived at the jewelry store in jeans and a worn hoodie to collect my custom engagement tiara. Glennie Kramer, a supermodel and Ashton' s "true love," sneered at my appearance and claimed the diamonds for herself. When I tried to stop her, she grabbed gift-wrapping scissors and violently severed my waist-length hair while the staff watched in terror. Desperate, I called Ashton, but he mocked me as a "pauper" and authorized security to hold me down while Glennie finished the job. They smashed my phone, thinking I was helpless. But the call hadn't disconnected before my brother, Ason Kane, heard everything. The King of Wall Street arrived with a fleet of armored SUVs and a rage that froze the room. Ashton collapsed when he realized he had just assaulted the sister of the most powerful man in New York. I walked over to the trembling supermodel, the scissors cold in my hand. "You said a nobody doesn't deserve beautiful hair," I whispered. I didn't just ruin their looks; I sent them to the Black Cell and erased their existence from high society forever.

I’m sick—and I know it. The voice in my head grows louder every day. It’s not a stranger… it’s the darkness in my heart, whispering hatred, hurt, and revenge. I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to lose control. But it’s growing. And I’m scared it’s already too late. When it takes over... people will die. Angel Ramirez, a twenty-year-old brunette, was disowned by the powerful Ramirez family for falling in love with Richard Angelo—the CEO of a rival company. She marries him, believing love can conquer all... only to discover she’s trapped in a nightmare of abuse and control. Years later, after Richard is imprisoned and Angel fights her way through therapy and addiction recovery, she finds new hope in a man named Howard Washington. But hope is a fragile thing. Betrayed again—by Howard, by her family, and by the world—Angel snaps. She loses her grip on reality. And this time, she’s not looking for healing. She’s looking for vengeance. In blood.

The Sullivan estate had never looked more magnificent. Crystal chandeliers cast warm golden light across the ballroom, where Seattle's most prominent families mingled beneath towering arrangements of white roses and peonies. I smoothed the silk of my champagne-colored gown, feeling the weight of my grandmother's pearls against my throat. Tonight was supposed to be perfect—the official announcement of my engagement to Jasper Sullivan, the culmination of an arrangement that had shaped my entire life. I caught my reflection in one of the gilt mirrors lining the walls. Twenty-three years old, and I looked every inch the society bride I'd been raised to become. My dark hair was swept into an elegant chignon, diamond earrings catching the light with each turn of my head. Everything was exactly as it should be, exactly as our families had planned since I was eight years old. "Lila, darling, you look absolutely radiant." Victoria Sullivan, Jasper's mother, appeared at my side, her smile warm but somehow strained. "Are you ready for the announcement?" I nodded, touching my collarbone—a nervous habit I'd never quite managed to break.

The Chicago skyline disappeared beneath the clouds as my plane began its descent into New York. Three days of intense negotiations had left me exhausted but triumphant. The Westbrook acquisition was finally complete—another victory to add to my growing empire. I should have been elated, but something had been nagging at me throughout the trip. The late-night calls to Mathias that went straight to voicemail. His terse text responses. The vague excuses about working late. I told myself I was being paranoid. Seven years of marriage had taught me to trust Mathias, even if his ambition never quite matched my own. I had declined three promotions to corporate headquarters for him, choosing our marriage over career advancement each time.

Maya was the perfect Luna—until her mate, Alpha Ryker, chose his mistress, Celeste, and her own son, Adrian, called another woman “mother.” Humiliated and betrayed, Maya’s world shatters when she’s tripped, mocked, and erased, her painstaking efforts for Adrian’s birthday credited to Celeste. With a fevered body and a breaking heart, she pours love into a family that scorns her, only to face Adrian’s cruel rejection: “You’re useless.” Driven to her breaking point, Maya flees the Eclipse Claw Pack, leaving behind a storm that mirrors her pain. In the Silver Crest Pack, her grandmother’s domain, she reclaims her strength and finds Elias, a mysterious boy who calls her home. As Ryker’s pack crumbles under sickness and chaos, he seeks her aid, forcing Maya to confront her past. With a new Alpha, Rain, and a child’s trust at her side, can Maya forgive her son’s betrayal and rise as the Luna she was born to be—or will vengeance claim her heart?