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I was three million dollars in debt, forced by my agent to star in a reality show as the brainless gold-digger who married a decrepit billionaire. But right before the live broadcast, as I touched the tacky neon dress I was supposed to wear, a violent vision struck my brain. I realized my entire life was a script, and I was just a villainous side character designed to make America's Sweetheart look like a saint. My agent was secretly taking payouts from her PR firm to deliberately ruin my reputation with endless hate traffic. If I followed his orders today, I would be torn apart by the internet, lose every contract, and eventually die alone in a cheap motel. I couldn't accept that my every fake smile and stupid decision had been manipulated to destroy me just to elevate someone else. Why should I let them sell me out and turn my life into a complete joke? Looking at the ugly pink dress, I threw it straight into the trash. "You are fired, and my lawyers will be in touch about your offshore accounts." I poured a glass of freezing water over my head to wash away the heavy makeup and the helpless persona I had worn for years. I kicked out my backstabbing agent, put on a pair of plain black leggings, and walked out to face the live cameras. To hell with the script. Today, I was going to expose this fake PR marriage myself.

They treated her like a maid. They didn't know she owned the empire. Seraphina Sterling gave up her identity as the world’s wealthiest heiress to marry for love. She funded Liam Thorne’s company from the shadows, bore his child, and played the role of a humble housewife. Her reward? A Christmas nightmare. Liam brings his "female best friend," Jessica, into their home, humiliating Seraphina in front of a crowd of drunken men. They mock her, gaslight her, and flaunt a connection that is anything but platonic. Pushed to the edge, Seraphina calls her brother, Alexander Sterling, the ruthless tycoon of London. But as she prepares to divorce, a terrifying truth unspools on a surveillance screen. Liam isn't just cheating. He’s a monster. The baby Seraphina has been nursing day and night isn't hers. Her biological child was "disposed of" at birth, swapped for Liam and Jessica’s love child. Love turns to cold, calculated rage. Seraphina dries her tears and puts on her best mask. She will orchestrate the grandest birthday banquet the city has ever seen. She builds a stage. She sets a trap. And inside a giant gift box, she prepares a finale that will leave Liam and Jessica stripped of everything—money, reputation, and freedom.

The familiar sting of antiseptic hit my nostrils as soon as I stepped into the studio building. It reminded me too much of the hospital—of the countless tests and the doctor's gentle but devastating diagnosis three months ago. Terminal stomach cancer. Six months to live, maybe less. "Lily, are you sure about this?" Sophie's voice was soft beside me, her hand steady in mine. My best friend since college looked as though she might break down at any moment, her dark eyes rimmed with red from another night of crying. "I'm sure," I said, straightening my spine despite the sharp pain radiating through my abdomen. The makeup artist had done a masterful job covering the yellowish cast of my skin, but nothing could hide the weight I'd lost. "I need to do this." Sophie squeezed my hand tighter. "But Grayson—" "Is going to face the truth for once." I cut her off gently.

I gave Jacob Miller ten years of my life. I loved him through every struggle, trusted him with every dream, and believed we were building a future together. Then he destroyed it all for a younger woman carrying a child he claimed was his. The day I lost my baby, Jacob abandoned me without hesitation. While I was bleeding in a hospital bed, he was already planning his new life with his pregnant mistress. Everyone pitied me — the discarded ex-wife with nothing left. Then Carl Walton appeared. Powerful. Ruthless. Feared by the entire business world. A billionaire confined to a wheelchair who offered me a marriage contract no sane woman would accept. People whispered that I sold myself for money and security. They mocked me for marrying a disabled man. What they didn’t know was that Carl saw every scar Jacob left behind. He protected me when I was broken, destroyed everyone who humiliated me, and uncovered the terrifying truth behind my miscarriage. Jacob thought divorcing me was the beginning of his perfect future. Instead, it became the first step toward his ruin. And when my ex finally realized the woman he threw away was now standing beside the most dangerous man in the city, regret came far too late.

Anniversary day. Lillian handed me a ring dotted with scattered diamonds and said, "Love me forever." Moments later, her assistant posted on Instagram: "She said she'd love me till the end of time." The picture showcased a custom-made ring. My heart felt numb, unlike before when I would have demanded explanations in fury. Instead, I quietly packed my things and walked away. Six years of marriage, nothing more than an illusion. ============================== The comments section on Erin Sullivan's Instagram felt like a public flogging. "Oh my god, Lillian only gave him a tiny diamond ring. She's way too kind to you!" "The ruby ring in Erin's hand looks massive, probably at least five carats." "Exactly! Unlike some people who only get a sprinkle of diamonds, it's laughable!" "Yeah, the old flame can't compete with the new one. Who cares about yesterday's news?" Today marks our six-year anniversary.

When I was pregnant, my husband, Christian, abandoned me. Because he chose my sister, Annabelle. Five years after my tragic death, Annabelle fell critically ill and desperately needed a kidney. That was when they remembered me. He called, demanding that I drag myself back, but I was no longer capable of answering. My five-year-old daughter answered instead. "My mommy passed away a long time ago." He refused to believe the child was his. Until a DNA report proved their paternity. As he dug up my grave, the truth finally broke him. Meanwhile, my soul was tethered to his side, forced to witness his entire world crumble to dust.

On the day Saul claimed he was busy and canceled our date yet again, I returned home only to discover his marriage certificate with his assistant, Jane Bradley. The registration date was today. I chuckled, placed the certificate on the desk, and broke up with him without hesitation. Moments later, he called, sounding irritated, “Maddie, what’s with the theatrics? Can you grow up?” I was about to respond when I heard Jane's tearful voice in the background, "Saul, did Maddie misunderstand us? You should come home. I can handle this myself." “Just ignore her,” Saul reassured Jane. “She’s always been like this—such a pain. Right now, you're what's important.” With those words echoing in my mind, I hung up, my heart finally settling on a quiet determination. --- As I was packing to leave, Saul arrived with Jane, fussing over her.

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed twice as I smoothed my silk dress and made my way toward Father's study. Three days before our wedding, Stefan had requested this meeting with unusual urgency. My engagement ring caught the afternoon light streaming through the tall windows of Rose Mansion, sending tiny rainbows dancing across the polished hardwood floors. I pushed open the heavy oak door to find Stefan already seated in Father's leather armchair, looking entirely too comfortable for someone who was about to become my husband. "Emersyn." His smile didn't quite reach his eyes as he rose to greet me. "Thank you for seeing me on such short notice." "Of course." I took the seat across from him, noting how he'd helped himself to Father's favorite brandy without asking. "Is everything alright with the final arrangements?" Stefan leaned forward, his fingers steepled beneath his chin. "Actually, I've been giving our future considerable thought. I believe I've found a modern solution that will benefit us all." The way he said "modern" made my skin prickle. Stefan had always been traditional—insistently so when it came to our social obligations and appearances.

Ten years into our marriage, Declan cheated on me. He came to me with the kids of the woman he’d betrayed me with, insisting they needed a father figure. Despite our daughter's tearful pleas, he remained indifferent. I didn't beg or plead; instead, I left with my daughter. Concerned she might be mistreated, I chose never to remarry. Years later, my daughter met a wonderful man. My granddaughter is adorable, and I spend my days taking care of her, enjoying a content and fulfilling life. On my sixtieth birthday, my daughter and son-in-law told me they were swamped with work, and my granddaughter had a surprise tutoring session, so we'd have to reschedule the celebration. But that evening, I stumbled upon a local video online. In a posh hotel suite, there they were—my daughter, her family, Declan, and those two kids.

During our vacation in the Mediterranean, Enoch Robertson, the future Alpha of the Silver Crescent Pack, received a selfie from Charlotte Perry, the Beta of the Crimson Fang Pack. In the photo, Charlotte posed in a bikini, asking Enoch to bring one back for her. Furious, I confronted him, calling her shameless and devoid of decency. Later that afternoon, a video of me showering went viral across the pack’s private networks. My heart raced as I grabbed my phone and rushed to find Enoch. I found him standing by the bathroom door with his Gamma, Hector Reynolds, and a few other pack members. Their voices carried, and I froze, listening. “Alpha Enoch, you’re really going all out this time,” Hector said with a laugh. “The pictures you shared in the group before were nothing compared to this.” “But aren’t you worried Sage might reject you when she finds out?” another pack member asked. “Even though the video only shows a side profile, anyone who knows her will recognize it’s her.” Enoch’s voice was cold and dismissive.

The superhero decorations gleamed under the afternoon light streaming through our living room windows. I'd spent weeks planning every detail of Atlas's fifth birthday party—from the custom cake with his favorite character to the hand-painted banner hanging across our fireplace. Everything had to be perfect. My son deserved nothing less. I checked my watch again. 3:15 PM. Cameron was forty-five minutes late. "Mommy, is Daddy coming?" Atlas tugged at my dress, his eyes wide with anticipation behind his miniature superhero mask. I bent down to his level, adjusting the cape I'd sewn myself. "Of course he is, sweetheart.

The morning light filtered through the tall windows of my office as I made final adjustments to Harrison's speech. Ten years of work had led to this moment—today, at the annual Pack Gathering, he would finally announce me as his Luna. My fingers traced the carefully crafted words on the page, each paragraph designed to showcase his leadership while subtly emphasizing the strategies I'd implemented. "The financial reports look perfect," I murmured to myself, scanning the documents spread across my mahogany desk. The Dark River Pack had grown from a mid-tier group to one of the most powerful in the region, largely due to my father's inheritance and my own strategic mind. I reached for the silver pendant at my throat, the small cylinder containing a lock of my father's wolf fur. The familiar weight against my palm grounded me, as it always did when I needed strength. "What would you think of today, Dad?" I whispered, imagining his proud smile. "Your daughter will finally take her rightful place beside an Alpha." The door opened with a soft click, and Mazie slipped inside, her Omega status evident in her hunched posture and downcast eyes—at least, that's what I thought I saw. Something about her demeanor seemed different today.

Upon arriving at the pack’s headquarters, a Delta guard abruptly blocked my path, tossing my personal belongings to the ground before me. Beyond him stood my mate and the Beta of the pack, Dustin, his expression cold, his brows furrowed in silence. Moments later, his sister Bella, a Delta herself, strode over and shoved me harshly. "Get out of here!" she shouted, her voice sharp and venomous. "My brother’s done with you. You’re just an Omega, dreaming of competing with a high-ranking heiress for my brother’s attention. Look at yourself—what makes you think you’re worthy?" I didn’t argue; instead, I smiled ruefully. "I guess those major alliances I was negotiating are off the table now. You might regret this decision." Bella scoffed and spat on the ground dismissively. "Pfft, once my brother mates with the heiress, do you really think he’ll care about your tiny deals?" As I turned to leave, Dustin finally spoke, his voice icy and detached.

I thought my life was ruined when Kelvin betrayed me again. I thought heartbreak was the worst I'd ever feel. I didn't expect it would lead me straight into the arms of danger or desire. When Professor Adrian Metcalfe offered me a deal I couldn't refuse a fake relationship to make Kelvin jealous. I thought it was just a game. But Adrian wasn't just a professor. He wasn't just dangerous. He was my mate. My fated mate. And I was human... or so I thought. The night of Kelvin's wedding changes everything. I watch my teacher shift into a werewolf. Secrets unravel. My own hidden power awakens. And suddenly, the past isn't just painful, it's deadly. Kelvin wasn't who I thought he was. Adrian's control isn't just discipline; it's destiny. And as the web of betrayal tightens around me, I realize love is the only weapon that can save me and claim what is rightfully mine. Welcome to a world where forbidden love, hidden power, and revenge collide... and where your mate is the only one who can keep you alive.

While on my way to visit my mother for the last time, I was ambushed and robbed in an alley. When I tried to fight back, the attacker beat me severely. By the time I was rescued, I was barely hanging on. My husband, Devon Riley, missed my call for help because he was in a meeting, and he was heartbroken. He swore he'd never leave my side again. Meanwhile, my son, Jake, dropped to his knees, begging his mentor to come out of retirement to save me. In the hospital room, I overheard Jake speaking quietly: "Dad, do you think it was going too far to hire someone to rob Mom just so Aunt Cleo could see Grandma one last time? Mom and Grandma have always been so close. If she finds out what really happened..." Devon sighed and replied, "Cleo's someone I've never been able to let go of, especially since your grandma was his mother too. Your mom has always treated him poorly.

I was eight years old when my father, Alpha Derek, raided the rogue bunker to save my mother. I thought I was finally safe. But because I reeked of the wolfsbane chemicals used to hide my scent, my mother looked at me with pure disgust. "Get that thing away from me! It smells like him!" she shrieked. To protect his traumatized mate, my father didn't check my DNA. He threw me into the garage to sleep on oily rags. For months, I was the true Alpha's daughter, yet I was forced to eat dog food while they pampered a fake orphan named Kylie in my place. When Kylie ordered the guard dog to tear my arm open, my mother stood at the window. Instead of saving me, she let the maid close the curtains so she wouldn't have to see the blood. I only became useful when my father got into a critical car crash. They drained my rare "Moon Blood" to save his life, then immediately signed papers to ship me off to a labor camp to get rid of the "stain" on their family. They thought I was a dirty rogue. They didn't know the chemical smell was masking the rarest bloodline in a century. I am not a rogue. I am a White Wolf. And just as my grandfather discovers the DNA results and falls to his knees in regret, the most powerful pack in the North has already arrived to claim me as their queen.

The Pierre Hotel smelled of old money and stale ambition, but all I could taste was the copper of my own rage. I stood in the back of the ballroom, a "mute" shadow in a silk dress, watching my sister Brande play the grieving saint on stage. She wiped away a fake tear, telling the crowd I was too "unstable" to attend my own engagement party. In reality, I was watching her share a secret, intimate squeeze with my fiancé, Chase Sterling, right under the blinding spotlight. When I finally hit "execute" and projected the video of them together in a hotel suite for the entire elite crowd to see, the room went cold. But the nightmare was just beginning. Instead of apologizing, my father crushed his scotch glass and told me to fix the mess. He demanded I issue a public statement claiming I had a mental breakdown and "hallucinated" the whole thing. "If you don't corroborate the Deepfake story, I'll have you committed to a facility with barred windows," he hissed. Brande just smirked from the corner, mocking me for being a "mute waste of space" who didn't even realize my own trust fund had paid for the diamonds around her neck. I realized then that in this family, silence wasn't a disability—it was a target. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't have a voice. They thought they could use my silence to bury the truth and save their precious stock prices. They were wrong. I didn't just leak a video; I had the keys to every secret they ever tried to hide. I walked out of that hotel and straight into the black sedan of Julian Curtis, my father’s most ruthless rival and the only man who knew what really happened the night of the blizzard in Aspen. I handed him the encrypted files that would trigger a hostile takeover of my family’s empire. As the city blurred past, I looked at the man who held my future in his hands and typed one final message on my phone. "I'm not here to be saved. I'm here to be the knife."

"Just ninety days, Viv. Then I have to marry her." "And what am I supposed to do when the clock runs out?" ​He's the meticulous, sterile CEO destined for a cold corporate marriage. She's the fiery, turpentine-scented artist who lives for chaos. Josh Sterling has been Vivian Rossi's safe harbor and secret heartbreak since they were ten. ​But with his wedding just three months away, decades of tension finally explode. Terrified of losing their friendship but helpless against the attraction, they make a devastating bargain: 90 days. Friends with benefits. No feelings. No future ​It was supposed to be a temporary goodbye to the 'what-ifs.' But as the days bleed into weeks, their arrangement becomes a seductive torture. Viv is forced to watch the man she loves prepare to marry another, and Josh must confront a terrifying truth, the only person who has ever truly seen him is the one he's set to abandon. ​90 days with the man i can't have is a searing, high-emotion contemporary romance. When time runs out, duty and desire will clash, demanding the ultimate sacrifice.

Briana George always believed she belonged in Moonveil Pack. She trained hard, dreamed big, and hoped that one day she would stand beside her childhood friend, Drake, as his Luna. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything shatters. Drake, her fated mate, rejects her in front of the entire pack and chooses a political marriage with Laura instead. Framed, humiliated, and stripped of her rank, Briana is cast out as a rogue. Left with nothing, Briana is saved by the few who truly love her: Linda, David, their children, and later Peter, Natty, and Milan. Together, they teach her how to survive outside pack walls and how to rebuild her broken identity. Slowly, Briana becomes stronger than she ever thought possible. She earns respect from new allies, discovers her hidden power, and begins to rise from the pain that once almost destroyed her. But danger grows in the shadows. Marcus, the cruel Alpha who betrayed her, tightens his grip on Moonveil. Laura schemes to keep her false crown. And far away, the ruthless Alpha Morgan begins to take an interest in Briana's growing strength. As these threats close in, Briana must decide who she wants to become: a victim of her past or a leader who shapes her own future. And when the time comes to face them all, who will fear her rise the most?

I thought I was the center of Michael’s universe, carrying the heir to his shipping empire. That illusion shattered the day I found his journal. It turned out I was just a "vessel" to launder money, while his "cousin" Selena was his true love. The cruelty peaked at lunch. When a tureen of scalding lobster bisque tipped over, Michael didn't lunge for his pregnant wife. He threw his body over Selena to protect her silk dress. The boiling soup soaked my stomach. As I screamed in agony, feeling the life slip from my womb, Michael only glared at me. "Stop making a scene, Liv! It would have ruined her outfit." That fall killed his son. But I didn't tell him. Instead, I watched him panic when Selena went into kidney failure days later. He begged me to get tested as a donor. "She's family, Liv. Please." I asked him, "If it were me dying, would you ask her to cut herself open?" "No," he whispered. "I wouldn't let anyone hurt her." That was the answer I needed. I agreed to the test just to distract him. While he liquidated his entire fortune to buy her a black-market organ, I finalized the divorce, emptied the accounts, and vanished. I left him with nothing but a medical report on his desk: *Fetal Demise due to abdominal trauma.* He saved her dress. But he killed his heir.

"You're already soaked, aren't you?" Jax growled, his fingers teasing under the hem of her tight janitor dress. "Three of us... and you're dripping before we even start." Shy, curvy Lila only took the late-night cleaning job for the money. She never expected to become the prize in a filthy bet between the three hottest guys in the dorm. Cocky Jax, intense Miles, and playful Theo made a wager: the first one to make the chubby cleaner come wins. But when they discover how easily she gets wet and how desperately she's fantasized about being shared by multiple men, the bet turns into something much greedier. Now every shift ends with Lila bent over in her sexy uniform, soft body worshipped and passed between three hard cocks - moaning, shaking, and living out her dirtiest fantasy. She knows it's wrong. She knows it's risky. But why stop when three gorgeous men are competing to ruin her every night?

The water of Lake Como shimmered like liquid diamonds under the Italian sun. I stood at the edge of our private balcony, breathing in the scent of jasmine that drifted up from the gardens below. Seven years of love had culminated in this moment—our post-wedding certificate trip. Not quite a honeymoon, but a promise of the official ceremony to come. Behind me, I could hear Christian moving around our suite, the soft click of his camera shutter breaking the afternoon stillness. "Marlowe, look this way," he called. I turned, smiling, and found him framing me against the backdrop of mountains and water. The camera clicked again. "Since when did you get so good at that?" I asked, genuinely surprised as he showed me the preview screen. The composition was flawless—my silhouette perfectly positioned against the golden light, the depth of field creating a professional blur to the background.

I loved Alpha Remy Rice for five years, and during our engagement party, he promised that even if I couldn’t bear a pup, he would always love me. That was until the day of his niece’s christening. At the event, my mate’s face appeared on the big screen. In the photo, he was holding his widowed sister-in-law, Paulina, a Delta in the Silver Moon Pack, with a disturbingly affectionate look in his eyes. Paulina started crying and apologized, her voice trembling with practiced innocence. Alpha Remy casually explained, “It’s tough for Paulina to raise Jessie alone. I just wanted to make her pup’s christening complete. Phoebe, don’t be unreasonable.” Everyone in the pack was watching, expecting to see the Omega mate of their Alpha humiliated. But I calmly took off the mate bond bracelet—a symbol of our union—and slid it onto Paulina’s wrist. My hand instinctively smoothed over my slightly rounded belly as I said, “I’m not being unreasonable; I wish you both eternal happiness.” The room erupted in whispers, and curious gazes burned into me.

On her second wedding anniversary, Andrea Reed discovers the ultimate betrayal. Her husband wants a divorce. Her stepsister is his mistress.And the family empire she protected is nothing more than a prize they've been plotting to steal. Before she can fight back, Andrea is pushed off a cliff-pregnant, broken, and filled with regret. But death isn't the end. She wakes up five years in the past. Her father is alive. Her inheritance is still in her hands. And the man who killed her is smiling like he's in love. This time, Andrea won't be naive. She plays the perfect fiancée while secretly collecting evidence, turns traps into public humiliation. She lets her enemies destroy themselves from within. And when a powerful, dangerously enigmatic billionaire-Samuel Kingswell-crosses her path again, Andrea realizes something even more terrifying than betrayal: In her first life, she chose the wrong man. In this life, she will choose power and revenge, make them beg before they fall. Because this time, the woman they tried to kill is no longer a victim. She is the hunter.