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I stood in the ballroom with a diamond ring in my pocket, waiting to be crowned King of the empire I had built from the ground up. Instead, the woman I loved walked to the microphone and signed my death warrant with a smile. Serena didn't announce our engagement. She announced that Luca Moretti—an incompetent associate I'd almost fired three times—was the new Underboss and her partner in life. Then, she kissed him. Deep and possessive, right in front of the entire Commission. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. Luca smirked at me, wearing a suit that was too tight, while Serena looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Dante is the old guard," she told the crowd, dismissing me like a waiter. "We are moving in a new direction." They stripped me of my title. They humiliated me on live television. They thought they had taken my crown. But they forgot one crucial detail. I was the Architect. I had built the encrypted logistics system that kept the FBI in the dark. A system that required my specific biometric code every morning to function. I didn't make a scene. I didn't scream. I simply placed the ring on a waiter's tray and walked out into the night. Forty-eight hours later, the Vitiello empire was in a freefall. The accounts were frozen. The shipments were flagged. My phone buzzed. It was Serena. "Dante," she panicked, her voice trembling. "Fix it. Now." I took a sip of my espresso and smiled at the chaos on the news. "I'm afraid I can't do that, Serena. You fired the only pilot who knows how to fly the plane."

"How much for a ride on the fastest thing in this graveyard?" Five years ago, Elena was a top-tier corporate spy with a mission: seduce the legendary "Phantom CEO," Jaxson Vane, and steal the drive that could ruin him. She got the drive, but she left behind something she never expected-her heart, and a secret that would change her life forever. Now, she's a ghost living in the shadows, broke and desperate to protect her son, Leo-a boy who carries Jaxson's obsidian eyes and defiant scowl. When a mysterious client offers her ten million dollars to ruin Vane once and for all, Elena has no choice but to step back into the lion's den. But Jaxson Vane isn't the man he used to be. He's colder, deadlier, and he's been hunting the "Little Thief" who vanished into the night. When he sees the boy, the air turns to ice, and the game changes. He doesn't want the drive anymore. He wants her. He wants his son. And he'll burn the city to the ground to keep them. Trapped in his fortress-like estate, caught between a ruthless rival and a man who treats her with both rage and a terrifying, silent reverence, Elena realizes the heist isn't over. This time, the stakes aren't corporate secrets-they're survival. As the lines between mission and obsession blur, Elena must face a devastating truth: The man she was hired to destroy is the only one who can save her. But in a world of lies and high-speed betrayal, can love survive a second collision?

When Japheth, a secret police agent is assigned to spy on the son of the biggest mafia don in Miami, he has no choice but to disguise himself as a professor and infiltrate his school to get more information. What started as an investigation turned into deeper conversations, sneaky kisses, and brain-shutting fucking. Japheth never thought he was into boys, until he met the one who made him question everything he had believed in. Until he met Aaron.

For three years, Christina was Jackson Booker’s flawless executive assistant by day and his secret lover by night. That was until she overheard him planning his high-profile marriage to heiress Carson Wall, casually telling his partners that Christina would be easily disposed of. "Once the merger is finalized, I'll cut her a severance check. It's a non-issue." When she tried to resign, Jackson tore up her letter, forcefully assaulted her in his private elevator, and declared she was his property. The nightmare only escalated. At a corporate gala, Jackson literally handed her over to a sleazy, violent client just to secure a logistics contract. "Mr. Boggs is a VIP guest, Christina. Don't disappoint him." While Jackson walked away, the client dragged her into a hotel room and attempted to assault her. She barely escaped with her life, saved only by Jackson's powerful rival, Gaston Carter. But the ultimate humiliation came the next morning. Jackson's new fiancée, Carson, cornered Christina in the office. Carson knew everything. She deliberately pressed her manicured fingers into the fresh, dark bruises on Christina's shoulder, smiling sweetly. "You are a stress-relief toy, Christina. A dirty little secret he keeps on the payroll. And now that I am here, your playtime is over." Christina couldn't understand how the man she loved could treat her like a disposable animal, allowing his bride to torture her for sport. As she sat on the cold floor, her phone buzzed with a text from Gaston. "Let me know when you are ready to stop being a victim." The crushing despair in her chest ignited into a hot, burning fury. She picked up her phone and typed back. "I'm ready. Where do we meet?"

Overnight, Ella lost her family, her home, and her entire life. Discarded by the foster system, she was left shivering in the freezing mud outside her ruined estate. That was when Javier Shepherd appeared. The terrifyingly cold, powerful billionaire pulled her from the dirt, threw her into a massive glass penthouse, handed her an unlimited black card, and vanished overseas, leaving her in the hands of a cruel caretaker. The caretaker treated Ella like garbage, feeding her cheap, processed meals while using the black card to buy designer bags. The toxic food triggered a severe allergic reaction. Ella collapsed in the dark hallway, her throat swelling shut, gasping for air while the caretaker locked the door and turned up the TV. She almost died on that cold hardwood floor. When Javier found out, he ruthlessly destroyed the caretaker and sent her to prison. He guarded Ella's hospital bed with terrifying intensity and even moved into her apartment to stop her panic attacks. Yet, when Ella finally broke down crying over her dead parents, his eyes turned to ice. "Losing emotional control over a juvenile past is an inefficient waste of energy." He sneered, treating her grief like a bad financial investment. Ella was completely bewildered. Why did this dangerous man protect her so fiercely, yet hate her past so deeply? It wasn't until his cousin visited the hospital that the cruel truth was revealed. Javier wasn't saving her out of kindness. He had been obsessed with Ella's mother—his family's adopted daughter who ran away years ago. To him, Ella wasn't a person to be loved. She was just a replacement asset, a ghost of the woman he never got over.

In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for. Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale. She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven. Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined. But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings. As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore. Because in a world where every move is predicted... the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling. And the system is already watching.

Sophia Lane's three-year marriage to billionaire Julian Knight collapses in one devastating night when she discovers his affair—a betrayal that costs her both her marriage and her unborn child. Discarded and broken, she stages her own death and is reborn as Aria Montgomery. With a new face, a new identity, and a burning desire for vengeance, she returns to systematically destroy the man who ruined her. This is a story of resurrection and revenge, where love's remains become the foundation for a perfectly executed downfall.

The fluorescent lights in the engineering department hummed their familiar tune as I spread my portfolio across my desk, each document a testament to years of dedication. My fingers traced the edge of my latest innovation report—a design modification that had saved the company nearly fifty thousand dollars in production costs. The trainee position announcement had been posted for three days now, and I'd spent every evening perfecting my application. "Still working on that?" Kaleb's voice carried that familiar note of casual dismissal as he approached my workstation. His tie was loosened, sleeves rolled up in that effortlessly confident way that used to make my heart skip. "Just making sure everything's perfect." I didn't look up from the technical drawings I'd been reviewing. "This position requires someone with advanced diagnostics experience and proven problem-solving capabilities. I want to highlight my work on the turbine efficiency project and the hydraulic system redesign." Kaleb leaned against my desk, his presence casting a shadow over my carefully organized documents. "Ezra, don't get your hopes up too high, okay? You know how these things go." The words hit like a physical blow, though I kept my expression neutral.

"Mom is just a psycho control freak. Don't worry, Chloe, you're the cool one." I froze outside my own living room, watching my fifteen-year-old son hand my husband's mistress a slice of pizza. My husband laughed, kissing the woman on the cheek while my daughter cheered. For over a decade, I played the strict villain to build their perfect lives and manage their messes. They thought I was the problem. Now, they will learn what survival looks like without my money and protection. Will their perfect new family survive when the real world comes crashing down?

Aria Lin was once the perfect socialite... Obedient, elegant and married to the city's most powerful CEO. But on the night of their 5th year anniversary, he made her signed over her company to him and then killed her. But fate? It gave her a second chance at life and she had decided to make him pay for every single betrayal. Right at the moment of his grand proposal, Aria did the unthinkable. She walked right up to her brooding assistant and kissed him right on the lips. Cameras flashed and the crowd gasps, but Aria? Didn't mind them at all. This right here? Was her statement. And her quest for freedom and revenge has begun with an impromptu kiss and a contract. Or has it? When her supposedly brooding assistant turned husband ended up being more possessive than her ex?.

After a year of carefully trying to conceive, I finally discovered I was pregnant. I had planned to surprise my mate, but he arrived at the bistro where we were supposed to celebrate with his “special friend,” the woman who was always in the back of his mind. In the chaos that followed, an oblivious Delta warrior pushed me to the ground. Seeing the bright red blood made my head spin, and, just like that, I lost the pup. When the anesthesia wore off, the first thing I saw was a post by his beloved, showing intimate photos of the two of them. In the pictures, she sat half-naked, nestled in Alpha Henrik Freeman's lap, sharing a passionate kiss. “We planned this toast together, but I didn’t expect you'd go and share it with someone else!” I commented bitterly, “Quite bold, aren’t you? Not worried about the scandal?” With that, I spread the rejection papers all over our pack house. Yesterday marked a full year since Henrik and I started trying to conceive, and I found out I was pregnant. Today, the pup is gone.

My father, Alpha Lawrence Wright of the Silver Moon Pack, instructed me to choose a mate from among four warriors under his command. This time, I decided to leave it to chance. In my past life, I had chosen Noel Gonzalez, the one I had secretly loved for years. But after we became mates, I discovered that his childhood friend, Mikaela Bradley, was so heartbroken that she attempted to take her own life three times. On the final attempt, she was attacked by a rogue while drowning her sorrows in the river. Noel blamed me for everything—not only falsely accusing my father of corruption, which led to his imprisonment, but also allowing Mikaela to set fire to our home, burning my mother and me alive. When I woke up, I found myself back at the moment my father asked me to choose a mate. This time, the draw led me to Asher Ruiz, the most unruly of the four. But at the mark ceremony, Noel knelt before me, begging me to choose him again. --- “Are you sure you want to choose Asher?” When the name “Asher Ruiz” appeared on the slip, my father, Alpha Lawrence, looked at me with concern.

When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste of his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh, goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." The last ten chapters of this book are not available here due to copyright reasons.

He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life. "...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget. They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart. Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts. Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love. Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart. His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.

On my eighteenth birthday, I expected to find my Fated Mate. Instead, I found my executioner. I shifted for the first time, but my wolf was small and frail. Marcus, the future Alpha and the man I had secretly loved, looked down at me not with adoration, but with cold, clinical disgust. "A weak, scrawny Omega," he sneered, his voice echoing across the silent clearing. "You have no muscle. Your bloodline is nothing." He didn't just reject me; he humiliated me. "I, Marcus, reject you as my mate." The bond snapped, shattering my bones and my spirit. He banished me to the human city, leaving me to die in a freezing alleyway like unwanted refuse. For weeks, I lay in the mud, my body ravaged by fever and the agony of a severed soul tie. I accepted that I was worthless, a mistake made by the Moon Goddess. But just as the darkness threatened to swallow me whole, a pair of strong arms lifted me from the dirt. A stranger with eyes like obsidian fed me his blood and whispered a truth that changed everything. "You are not weak, Ellie," he growled, his power vibrating against my skin. "You are a White Wolf." I wasn't a runt. I was a legend. Now, fully healed and radiating power, I am returning to the pack that threw me away. Marcus is about to marry another, but when he sees me, he won't be looking at a reject. He will be looking at the biggest mistake of his life.

My six-year-old twins, Liam and Lily, begged to go to Disneyland. But my husband, Julian Vance, planned to take his mistress to a prenatal clinic. Annoyed by the twins' crying and deeming them "too delicate and spoiled," Julian drove them out to the Mojave Desert, demanding they learn how to survive on their own. I couldn't even fathom it. I begged him desperately. "Julian, please! Give me the coordinates! Tell me where my babies are!" "They're only six! They'll die out there! I promise I'll discipline them. I'll never let them bother you again. Please, just let me go get them back!" The only answer I got was the sound of him having sex with his mistress. By the time Julian found out the truth, it was already too late. He knelt before me, crying and pleading for forgiveness, but my children were no longer around to forgive him. And I could never forgive him on their behalf.

After years away, I returned to the Whitley Manor for one thing: my dead mother’s ruby necklace. I found it clasped around the pale, undeserving neck of my father’s new, pregnant wife. But when I put a knife to her throat to take it back, my own family turned on me. My father and grandfather didn't see a daughter defending her mother's memory; they saw a street thug threatening their precious new heir. They accused me of shaming their name and threatened to cut me off completely. To break my will, my father let my younger brother get arrested, hoping I’d come crawling back. Then, they summoned me to the hospital for my grandmother's "heart attack," where my father raised his hand to strike me for simply speaking the truth. He screamed that I was a monster, a cold-blooded killer. The raw hatred in his eyes told me everything. I wasn't his daughter anymore; I was just an obstacle to his new, happy family, a ghost he desperately wanted to erase. After their final pathetic performance, I turned my back on them forever. The Whitley name and its blood-soaked money meant nothing to me. I thought I was walking away alone, but as the hospital elevator doors closed, my brother Julian forced his way in. He had finally seen their masks, and he chose to follow the monster.

I gripped the wheel of my Porsche through a Manhattan downpour, staring at the positive pregnancy test on the passenger seat. Haden's voicemail was my only answer. A semi swerved into my lane. Brakes failed. I slammed into the guardrail, airbags exploding, pain ripping through my gut. Headlights pierced the rain. My sister Corrie stepped out under an umbrella, smiling coldly. "Beauvais Fashion is liquidated. Dad's dying." Haden stood beside her, eyes dead, shoving equity papers through the window. "Sign, or no ambulance." I tore them up. Corrie lit a flare, tossed it onto the gas-soaked seats. Flames whooshed as they walked away. I woke strapped to an operating table, agony tearing me apart. "No heartbeat," the doctor said. Nurses pinned me down. Instruments invaded. Corrie dropped a death certificate on my chest, then set the room ablaze with alcohol and a cigarette flick. Smoke choked me. A cabinet blocked the door. I collapsed, burning. Then a man in black burst in, scent of cedar and tobacco, scooping me from the fire. Five years later, I'd rebuilt myself as Sloane, flawless and cold. I signed a sham marriage to Donavan Mason, nursing his dying grandfather in their estate—the house that swallowed my father's legacy. Betrayed by my lover and sister, child ripped away, identity erased—how could they do this? Who was the man who saved me? Now, I infiltrate their world, armed with secrets and scars, ready to burn them all down.

I walked into the wrong hotel room... To a naked man fresh out of the shower. Now, I'm pregnant with his baby. I should've left as soon as I saw him. He was too beautiful to be real. I got halfway to the door... And then he saw exactly what I was trying to hide. "Who hurt you?" he said when he glimpsed the bruises. "Let me fix it." I should've said no. But honestly? I deserve a little luck from the universe. And if it wants to provide that luck in the form of a gorgeous, six-foot angel of darkness... Well, I won't turn my nose up at that. But nothing in this life comes without strings attached. My angel gives me a night from heaven... When morning comes, though, he turns into a devil. And not just any devil. This devil knows where I'm from. Who I am. What I've done. And he's determined to make me pay for all of it.

Melina Valentine's seventh anniversary shatters when her husband forgot the important day. But the nightmare worsens when masked intruders—led by a woman with a distinctive wrist mole—invade her home, carving "BITCH" into her face in a brutal attack.

The biggest mistake I ever made was falling in love with my Alpha husband, William Miller, the ruthless CEO of the William Group of Companies. Orphaned at six, I was forced to grow up under the cruelty of my stepmother and stepsister, enduring years of abuse and humiliation in my own home. At thirteen, my life changed when an Alpha saved me from rogue wolves, fighting five of them to protect me. That night, my heart learned what safety felt like. At eighteen, I saved a stranger from a fatal accident, only for my wolf to scream the truth. He was my fated mate. But fate was cruel. He disappeared from my life for four years. When we finally met again, it was at our arranged marriage. He didn’t recognize me. Worse, he believed the woman who saved him was my stepsister. Now I am his wife, his Luna… Yet invisible in his eyes. How long can a fated mate endure rejection before her love turns into something darker?

After five years of guarding the pack's borders, my father and I received a summons to return to the Lycan King's court. I saw him again. The young Lycan Prince I once protected had now ascended to the throne as the Lycan King. Before the entire court, he declared me his Luna. The hall erupted in applause. Everyone seemed to think that a rough-around-the-edges warrior like me, the daughter of an Alpha, should be overwhelmed with gratitude for such an honor. After all, it was no secret that I had pursued him for three years. But they seemed to have forgotten. At the Lycan Queen’s birthday celebration, to preserve his cousin Romina’s pristine reputation, he had accused me of infidelity, tarnishing my name and turning the pack against me. That same night, he had me dragged from my home and paraded through the streets, publicly decreeing my exile from the pack lands.