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50,000 viewers watched my husband accidentally live stream himself fucking my mother. Yes, my MOTHER. "God, Natalie is nothing compared to you," he groaned. "I know, baby. I taught her everything, but kept the best for myself," my 45-year-old mother replied. I was in the chat, watching my world collapse. In my past life, I killed myself from the shame. This time, I hit record and called my lawyer.

I found a condom in the trash can, paired with lace panties that were definitely not mine. Mathias, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, and I hadn’t been close for a year, and owning such underwear was never my style. Just as I was about to call him, I stumbled upon a post from his so-called "adopted sister," Vanessa, a Gamma from the Crimson Fang Pack, on Facebook. There he was, head bowed, planting an affectionate kiss on her foot. My wolf stirred faintly in the back of my mind, a low growl of betrayal rippling through me. I turned off my phone, choosing not to cry or throw a fit, and continued with my life. Eventually, Mathias noticed something was off. He looked at me with bloodshot eyes, his Alpha aura pressing down on me like a weight, and asked, "Why aren’t you upset that I’m involved with someone else?" --- While tidying up in the bathroom, I stopped in my tracks at the sight of the trash can. Draped over it were a sultry pair of black lace panties, and next to them, a used condom. Mathias and I hadn’t been intimate for a year.

My family accused me of betraying them, of nearly destroying the tech empire they had built from nothing. As punishment, my father and two older brothers locked me in my room, leaving me without food or water until I confessed to a crime I didn't commit. But when a medical condition flared and I began to suffocate, they dismissed my desperate screams for help as just another one of my "theatrics." "She's just being dramatic," I heard them say through the thick oak door, right before they added extra bolts. They were completely blinded by Ivy, the manipulative outsider I had welcomed as a sister. They chose her lies over their own blood, forgetting how I had secretly liquidated my own assets to save their company years ago. I died alone, my last breath a desperate gasp in a house that refused to listen. Then, I woke up. Floating as a spirit above my own decaying body, I became a silent witness, waiting for the moment they would finally break down the door and be forced to see what they had done.

Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister. She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot. Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal. "If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life." Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway. She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her. They signed the papers at City Hall that same day. But the nightmare didn't end. That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary. Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately. They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment. She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company. She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO. And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.

The scent of blood hit me first—metallic and sharp, mixed with the damp, moldy smell of the dungeons. My heart pounded against my ribs as I rushed down the stone steps, my hands trembling. Something was terribly wrong. I could feel Trevor's distress through our bond, a pulsing pain that echoed my own deafness with terrible clarity. "Please," I signed frantically to the guard blocking my path. "My brother—" The guard's eyes flickered with something like pity before he stepped aside. That look sent ice through my veins. The dungeon cell was dimly lit by a single torch, casting long shadows across the stone walls. What I saw made my knees buckle. Trevor was slumped against the wall, his face barely recognizable beneath bruises and dried blood.

I was engaged to Bradly Warner, a union meant to merge our family empires. In my past life, I poured my soul into his failing company, making him a titan of industry while he treated me with cold indifference. But a near-fatal accident gave me a second chance, flooding my mind with memories of his ultimate betrayal. I remembered how he and my cousin, Janell, flaunted their affair, publicly shaming me while I was trapped in a loveless marriage. They stole my work, took my fortune, and left me to die alone, a fool who had given everything for nothing. He never loved me. I was just a convenient tool, an obsession he could control and discard. So when I woke from my coma, back at the start of it all, I made a new vow. At the gala where he planned to humiliate me, I looked him in the eye and announced I was marrying someone else. His powerful, reclusive uncle, Garrison.

Racheal Angelo never wanted a new life, a new house, or a new family. She just wanted the life she was used to, but when her mother marries the cold, manipulative, powerful attorney Simon Adams to escape financial ruin, Racheal is forced into a mansion she wants no part of. What she didn't expect was the nightmare waiting at the top of the stairs- Thane Adams, her new stepbrother. The same sinfully irresistible stranger she had a reckless, heartbreak-fueled hookup with the night she caught her boyfriend, Raymond cheating. What begins as tension and denial soon becomes a desire neither of them can control. But in a house full of secrets, lies, hidden agendas, and a father who will ruin anyone who threatens his legacy and reputation... falling for each other isn't just forbidden. It's dangerous. A love born in the dark may cost them everything, even their family, their future, and each other.

The manila folder felt impossibly heavy in my trembling hands as I stared at the receipts scattered across our home office desk. Tax season had always been my responsibility—Erick claimed he was "too busy" with work to deal with the paperwork. How ironic that his laziness would be his downfall. My eyes scanned the printed confirmations again, hoping somehow I'd misread them. But there it was, in black and white: monthly orders of male contraceptive pills, all purchased under Erick's name, all shipped to our address. The dates made my stomach churn—the first order placed exactly two years ago, right when we'd started trying for a baby. Two years. Twenty-four months of hope, disappointment, and self-blame. Twenty-four months of wondering what was wrong with me, of scheduling doctor's appointments, of tracking ovulation cycles like a woman possessed. All while my husband systematically sabotaged every attempt.

Because a neighbor treated my mom to an ice cream bar, my mate Austin, the Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, flew into a rage, accusing her of taking bribes to capitalize on his influence. His Beta, Rose Walker, heard about it and, feeling outraged, decided to take matters into her own hands. She broke my mom’s arms and legs, wrapped her in a black cloth, and threw her into a coffin nailed shut, dragging it to the pack hall for public humiliation. By the time I arrived, the coffin was scratched with blood, and the person inside had suffocated. Rose showed no remorse, even smiling and saying she found it satisfying. When Austin appeared, he immediately ordered the coffin to be thrown into the river. "Your mother died of embarrassment; what’s that got to do with my Beta? You should be grateful she wasn’t frightened by your mother’s ghastly appearance." "Apologize to Rose right now, or forget about being the Luna of this pack!" I stopped them from disposing of the coffin, pulled back the black cloth, and laughed. He didn’t realize that the person inside wasn’t my mom, but his own mother, Natasha, the former Luna of the Blue Moon Pack. "You’re crazy; your mother just died, and you’re laughing?

Feared. Rejected. Cursed. But the darkest secrets hide the greatest love stories. Marabella has always lived in the shadows—cast aside, feared, and branded as a curse. Born as a Gemini twin, she carries the mark of death, an omen that has haunted her from the moment she took her first breath. Her own pack wants nothing to do with her. Her mate rejects her. But fate is not done with her yet. Because Kyan and Jonah—the Alpha and his best friend are keeping secrets far darker than hers. Drawn to them both, Marabella is caught between two men who may be her undoing. And when she embraces the darkness she was taught to fear, she realizes her curse was never hers to carry alone. She is not meant to be the hunted. She is the key to setting them all free. Author’s Note – Before You Read Recommended for 18+ readers. This is a dark, emotional reverse harem shifter romance filled with rejected mates, betrayal. In a world where power is taken, not given, she was cast aside. Fated mates should mean devotion, but what happens when they are the ones who break her first?

My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant. I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care. Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient. When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband. He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter. When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust. I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child. When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face. "You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away." He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back. His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated. They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive. They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money. I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call. Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg. Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke. "Welcome back to the throne, Madam."

The ivory silk cascaded around my feet like liquid moonlight as Madame Beaumont made her final adjustments to my wedding gown. LaBella Couture's private fitting room on Fifth Avenue was bathed in golden afternoon light, making the thousands of hand-sewn crystals shimmer with every breath I took. "Hold still, Miss Whitmore," Madame Beaumont murmured, pins delicately held between her lips as she adjusted the hem. "Perfection cannot be rushed." I caught my reflection in the three-way mirror and barely recognized myself. Charlotte Whitmore, bride-to-be, future Mrs. Ryan Sterling. The thought alone made my heart flutter. In three days, I would walk down the aisle toward the man I'd loved since childhood. "Your mother's veil complements the silhouette beautifully," my wedding planner, Vivienne, remarked from her perch on a velvet settee. "Ryan will be speechless." I smiled, fingering the delicate lace edge of my grandmother's veil.

The car ride home from the hospital felt longer than it should have. Every bump in the road sent a sharp jolt through my abdomen, reminding me of the angry red line carved across my lower belly. The doctors had warned me the incision would be sensitive for weeks, but nothing prepared me for this—the constant ache that pulsed with every breath, every slight movement. Bennett drove carefully, his hands steady on the wheel. I watched him from the passenger seat, grateful for his focus. Our daughter slept peacefully in her car seat behind us, oblivious to the pain her arrival had cost me. Worth it, I told myself. Every second of agony was worth her tiny, perfect existence. "You're going to love this," Bennett said suddenly, breaking the silence. His voice carried a strange excitement I couldn't quite place.

I ran from my pack to escape control. I never expected to find it again in the arms of another alpha. Kade is powerful, ruthless, and dangerously protective. The moment he recognizes me as his mate, the bond tightens, pulling, demanding, refusing to let me go. He calls it fate. He calls it protection. But the longer I stay in Shadow Moon, the more I realize one terrifying truth: no woman who comes here leaves unchanged. With the council closing in and the mate bond growing stronger every day, I must choose freedom that could destroy me, or protection that may cost me my soul. Because being marked doesn’t mean I belong to him. And I refuse to become another woman who disappears.

A dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real... until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run-from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can't refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn't do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple-no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn't play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn't just his wife. She's his obsession. And when he finds out she's carrying his baby, there's no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she'll never be free. Because Ronan doesn't share. And he'll kill anyone who tries to take what's his.

Blurb "I love you, Leo. Please, I’m begging you, I want to stay as your wife, even if you don’t feel the same anymore.” She begged, not caring about the how desperate she looked right now, but her husband sneered at her. “Stop it Laura! I’ve had enough of this! I don’t want you and I’ve never wanted you. Every single minute with you in this loveless marriage feels like torture to me! Don’t you get it?!” ### Laura has loved her husband Leo for 5 years, she even gave up her family and wealth just to be with him, but at the end of the day, Leo threw divorce papers in her face and brought his new girlfriend to replace her. Five years of heartbreak has passed and Laura has evolved into a cold hearted CEO, but then something shocking happens! Leo has come back for her and he wants to marry her again by any means necessary

The stack of budget reports in my arms felt heavier than usual, a physical weight mirroring the dread settling in my stomach. The Silver Moon Pack was hemorrhaging money, and the eastern perimeter wards were failing. As the Beta’s daughter and the unacknowledged Luna, it was my job to fix it. It had always been my job. I stopped outside the heavy oak doors of the Alpha’s office. It was late, the eve of the Summer Solstice Ball, and the hallway was silent. I didn't bother knocking; Dawson and I had been inseparable since we were five. We were fated. Everyone knew it, even if the official marking ceremony hadn't happened yet. I pushed the door open.

He drew her before he ever met her. She dreams of him every night... without knowing who he is. Nora is a brilliant editor in a prestigious journalism company - confident, successful... and completely unaware of her past. But night after night, she dreams of a mysterious warrior prince in a realm that feels far too real. When Edward, the enigmatic new CEO of her branch, walks into her life, her world starts to unravel. He's the son of the company's owner, and though they've never met, he's been drawing her face for years. As their connection deepens, strange events begin to blur the line between reality and fantasy. What neither of them knows is that their souls are bound - not just in this life, but in another. In a parallel world, Leela is a fearless warrior and spy, sworn to protect her people. Jing, the prince of a war-torn kingdom, trusts her with his life... but must never love her. Their bond is dangerous. Forbidden. And yet, undeniable. Two women. Two men. Two worlds on the brink of war... and love that defies fate. When destiny calls across dimensions, will they choose duty - or the one their soul remembers?

Cast out by an "elite" family and mocked by high society, Elena shocked everyone by marrying the most powerful man in town. They assumed it was a temporary arrangement-after all, he had said, "The agreement is for two years. After that, we're done." Yet after the wedding, he refused to let her go. "Elena, you can't leave me." As he doted on her, rumors shattered one by one. A renowned painter, top hacker, and tech mastermind-her true identities stunned the world. When a luxury empire announced their lost heiress, all eyes turned to her. "Why did she look exactly like Elena?"

The Manhattan Grand Hotel ballroom glittered with crystal chandeliers and the polished smiles of my former classmates. Eight years had passed since I'd last stood in a room like this, but I was no longer the same desperate girl who once begged for scraps of affection. I smoothed the fabric of my navy dress—simple but elegant, nothing like the desperate-to-impress outfits I used to wear. My wedding ring caught the light as I reached for a glass of champagne, the platinum band a quiet reminder of everything I'd built since fleeing this city. "Julia Palmer," a woman with perfectly highlighted hair squealed, air-kissing both my cheeks. "I heard you moved to London! How exotic." "Hello, Melissa," I said, smiling politely. "London was wonderful." "And now you're back! Did you ever think you'd return to Manhattan?" I took a sip of champagne, using the moment to gather my thoughts. "Life has a way of bringing you full circle." "What have you been doing all these years?

Ivy is dead. At least, the girl she used to be is. She is Azalea Landeena—the lost princess of a fallen kingdom, reborn in fire and power. No longer a victim, the moment she embraces her true name, her true past, she unlocks the magic of the Landeena bloodline and steps into her legacy as a ruler forged by betrayal and blood. But reclaiming a throne demands war. As enemies rise within the castle walls and alliances fracture, Azalea must fight not just for justice, but for survival. Kyson must decide if he will stand beside a queen who no longer kneels… or be left behind. The war for Landeena has begun. And the world will learn what happens when a queen rises.

Rose never imagined one reckless act would entangle her with Adrian Sterling, the cold and commanding CEO who always gets his way. What began as defiance turned into something deeper-something she wasn't ready for. But pride, fear, and secrets forced her to walk away... carrying a part of him he never knew. Now, years later, Adrian has found her again. And this time, he won't let her slip away especially when he learns the truth she's been hiding.

Zara Knight has one goal: destroy the people who murdered her father and stole her family's billion-dollar empire. For eighteen months, she's transformed herself from grieving heiress into a weapon, learning to hack, fight, and infiltrate the criminal network called Project Fortune. Her plan is perfect-until she discovers her new boss, Malachi Sterling, is hunting the same conspiracy. Malachi built Sterling Security Solutions on control and discipline. He trusts no one, especially not the brilliant analyst with the too-perfect resume who's clearly hiding something. When a client's assassination forces them into an uneasy alliance, he realizes Zara isn't just hiding her identity-she's on a revenge mission that could get them both killed. To infiltrate Project Fortune's exclusive summit, they pose as an engaged couple. The fake relationship requires proximity neither wants. Malachi's ice-cold control starts cracking around Zara's fire. Zara's revenge-focused heart betrays her with feelings she can't afford. Their chemistry is undeniable, their mutual distrust absolute. Then Zara discovers the conspiracy's mastermind: Nathaniel Cross, her beloved godfather who murdered her father for revolutionary encryption patents worth billions. Worse-Malachi's own uncle has been the mole inside Sterling Security, forced to betray them to keep Malachi alive. At the Fortune Summit, with Nathaniel holding his own daughter hostage and federal agents closing in, Zara faces an impossible choice. She came for revenge. She found something far more dangerous: a man who sees past her armour to the woman underneath, who challenges her to choose building over destroying. But trust is the ultimate vulnerability. And in a world where everyone she loved has betrayed her, trusting Malachi might be the most reckless thing she's ever done. Reclaimed Fortune: A high-stakes thriller romance where revenge meets redemption, corporate espionage collides with genuine connection, and two damaged people discover that the fortune worth reclaiming isn't money-it's the courage to trust again.

Nora Hayes thought she had the perfect suburban life, until a Thanksgiving 23andMe kit revealed her son shares a half-brother with the local PTA president’s child. The devastating DNA match doesn't just expose her billionaire CEO husband Arthur’s long-term infidelity—it uncovers a sinister web of corporate fraud and stolen trust funds. As Arthur tightens his legal grip to leave her with nothing, Nora must bury her shattered heart and ally with Julian Vance, a ruthless venture capitalist who happens to be the mistress’s ex-husband. Will Nora successfully dismantle Arthur’s empire and reclaim her life, or will the vicious suburban war destroy her last chance at true freedom?