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Celine loves her lover Zack very much. It was so deep that he was willing to introduce her to his father. All he got was a wound. Zack suddenly turned cold, walked away for no reason, then had the heart to return his longing with a rude attitude. When a status on social media reveals Zack's dark side, which is hungry for women and money, Celine's heart is broken. What's more surprising is that none of this is a coincidence. Zack wanted to destroy it. But in the midst of the destruction, there was one person who stood silently behind Celine, Arlend. The man who had been harboring feelings, was not willing to see Celine fall too deep. Just as Celine is about to end her life on the city bridge, Arlend arrives. He saved Celine's body and possibly her soul. From that day on, Arlend vowed never to leave Celine alone again. But Celine's wound was not finished. When Adiwangsa was threatened with bankruptcy, his position as leader was shaken. And when he chooses to secretly marry Arlend, Zack's shadow hasn't really gone from Celine's side. How can Celine deal with all this? Between the past, and the man who is now with her.

The Northern Packs had been colder than usual, their Alpha's words even icier as they negotiated territory boundaries. I'd cut the diplomatic mission short, my wolf Luna growing increasingly agitated with each passing hour. Something was wrong—I could feel it through the mate bond, like a discordant note in what should have been a harmonious melody. "Just a few more hours," I whispered to Luna as our car approached Silver Claw territory. The familiar pine scent of home should have calmed us, but instead, my wolf paced restlessly in my mind, her silver fur bristling with unease. The pack house stood silent in the moonlight, most of our members already retired for the evening. I'd planned to surprise Ethan, maybe ease whatever tension had been building between us since Father's death. My hand unconsciously touched the crescent moon pendant at my throat—Dad's last gift to me. Three months. It had only been three months since the rogue attack that stole him from us.

Blurb   When broke event planner Isabella "Izzy" Hart agrees to fake an engagement with cold, commanding tech billionaire Alexander Blackwood, she thinks it'll be simple: smile for the cameras, fake a few kisses, collect the money, and walk away.   But nothing about Alex is simple. Not the way he looks at her. Not the way he touches her, as she belongs to him. And definitely not the way he says: "If this is just business... why does it feel like you're mine?"   It was supposed to be fake. Now neither of them knows what's real.

The lilies gave him away. I was standing at Andres's bedside when Madison walked through the door. White lilies, wrapped in brown paper, held against her chest like she'd rehearsed the pose. I watched his eyes find her over my shoulder. Something moved across his face — relief, warmth, a softness I hadn't seen in months — and then he looked at me. Really looked at me. Like I was a stranger. "Who are you?" Two words. Quiet, almost gentle. The kind of voice you use when you don't want to embarrass someone.

I stared at my phone in disbelief, scrolling through the email that had just landed in my inbox. The subject line read: "Disney World Private Event Booking Confirmation." My fingers trembled as I opened it, revealing an invoice addressed to my husband, Elliott Shaw. "Private rental of Magic Kingdom for one evening: $2,100,000." The amount made my stomach lurch. Two million dollars—for Phoenix Bell's birthday celebration. I placed a protective hand over my swollen belly, feeling my baby kick against my palm. Six months pregnant, and here I was, sitting alone in our penthouse while my husband planned a fairy tale for another woman. "Elliott?" I called out, my voice echoing through our empty home. Of course, there was no answer. He hadn't been home in three nights. My phone buzzed with a text from Dr.

After my mother’s death, I became the only legitimate daughter under the care of the pack’s Luna. With my status, I became the Luna of the Southern Pack, mated to Zahir Rivera, the Alpha. Our bond was harmonious, our lives filled with honor and respect, our pups dutiful, and our future secure. When I passed, Zahir himself kept vigil by my side for three days. The last words he spoke to me at my resting place were: “I’ve fulfilled my duties as your mate in this life. I only hope we never meet again in the next.” When I was reborn, I decided to grant him his wish. ====================================== It was the rainy season in the south, and the skies poured relentlessly. I stood by the lake, unshielded from the rain, watching the figure struggling in the water. I made no move to help. Moments later, an umbrella appeared above me.

Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name. Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld. With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest. The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend.

I watched her through the tinted window of my car, sitting across from the man who had once destroyed her. My fingers drummed a silent rhythm against the leather steering wheel, a habit from my previous life that I couldn't shake. Cali Mills, elegant in a cream silk blouse that caught the restaurant's ambient light, was exactly as I remembered her—and nothing like the broken woman I'd held in my arms as we both bled out on cold concrete. Six months. It had taken me exactly six months to position myself perfectly. The restaurant—my restaurant now, though few knew it—hummed with the quiet conversations of Manhattan's elite. I'd purchased it not for the profit, but for this moment, when I would finally step out of the shadows and claim what was mine to protect. Marcus Hale leaned forward, his perfectly manicured hands gesturing with that practiced sincerity that had fooled her once before. I could see the calculation in his eyes, the way he modulated his voice to sound wounded, reasonable, as though he were simply a man seeking closure with an old flame. He was good—I had to give him that.

The smoke hit me first—thick, acrid, and suffocating. I jolted awake, my lungs already burning as I struggled to make sense of the darkness. The air was too hot, too wrong. "Fire!" someone screamed from the hallway. "Everyone out!" My heart hammered against my ribs as I threw off my blankets, stumbling toward the door. The corridor outside my room was already filling with smoke, orange flames licking at the walls. I could hear glass cracking from the heat, the wooden beams groaning overhead. "Ethan!" I screamed, spotting his tall figure in the hallway. He turned, his face illuminated by the dancing flames, and for one hopeful moment, our eyes met. I reached for him, choking on the words.

I used to think love could repay a debt. Seven years ago, my brother Jackson died saving the man I loved. From that moment on, I devoted my life to Gage Brown—the billionaire heir everyone admired and the only man I ever wanted. I believed our engagement was built on love, loyalty, and sacrifice. Until the day I overheard the truth. To Gage, I was never his future. I was a burden. A “mistress’s daughter” he planned to hide away while he married another woman for status and power. In one night, every promise he ever made shattered. So I left. I walked away from the Brown family, the engagement ring, and the life I spent seven years fighting for. I thought losing Gage would be the hardest part—until a dangerous stranger named Silas offered me a marriage deal that would change everything. Then the secrets started unraveling. The night my brother died wasn’t an accident. The people I trusted most were hiding the truth, and Gage is finally realizing he destroyed the one person who truly loved him. Now he wants me back. But after everything he stole from me, can love survive the damage we caused each other… or will he hurt me all over again?

The antiseptic smell of the hospital corridor burned my nostrils as I clutched the small plastic bag containing Wren's belongings. Three days since he'd taken his last breath. Three days since my world collapsed. I moved mechanically, my fingers tracing over the spines of his books as I packed them into my bag. His favorite poetry anthology—the one with the worn blue cover—felt impossibly heavy in my hands. "Just a few more things," I whispered to myself, though no one was listening. The nurses' station was quiet this afternoon. Just two women in scrubs huddled close, their voices low but clear in the sterile hallway. "Can you believe what happened with that heart donor last week?" The younger nurse's voice carried a note of scandal. "Which one?

"Kneel." The command drops through the chandelier-lit ballroom like a steel blade. The music dies, leaving only the clinking of crystal glasses and the heavy, suffocating scent of winter frost—the signature pheromones of our Alpha. Standing at the center of the marble floor is my flawless, pure-blood sister, beaming in her custom engagement gown. Sitting on the velvet throne is Kaelen, her soon-to-be mate and the most ruthless ruler this pack has seen in centuries. And then there is me, the half-breed stain of the family, holding a silver tray of champagne, frozen in the dead silence. A low murmur ripples through the crowd. The elders sneer, whispering about how the Alpha is finally putting the trash in her place. My sister steps back, giving me a pitying look, fully expecting me to drop to the floor in absolute humiliation. I stare at Kaelen’s polished leather shoes. He leans forward, resting his chin on his knuckles, his ice-blue eyes piercing straight through my ribs. The pack thinks this is a display of power to honor his pure-blood bride. They don’t see the way his pupils dilate, swallowing the iris entirely. They don’t know that the bruise hidden high on my left thigh perfectly matches the grip of his heavy hand. Because exactly twelve hours ago, in the pitch black of my attic bedroom, he whispered that exact same command against my collarbone. My knees hit the cold marble. The silver tray rattles as I lower my head. Kaelen slowly uncrosses his legs, his boot stopping a fraction of an inch from my ruined dress. He leans down, the scent of frost wrapping around my throat, and his lips brush the shell of my ear. "Good girl."

I spent three years playing the perfect trophy wife for Adam Payne, the billionaire CEO of Payne Corp. I managed his household, cured his chronic fatigue with custom supplements, and stood silently by his side at every gala, content to be the "boring, silent prop" he wanted. But at the Metropolitan Museum gala, the mask finally slipped. Adam bypassed me on the red carpet to walk in with his "colleague" Karly, while a security guard shoved me aside, telling me that "only talent" was allowed on the carpet. When I finally found my seven-year-old son, Joshua, he didn't run to me. He sprinted past me into Karly's arms, calling her his favorite. "Why is she even here? Dad said she wouldn't come. She's embarrassing," my own son whined, looking at me with the same disdain Adam used at home. Later that night, I accidentally triggered an audio message on Adam's iPad and heard his true voice. "She's just a prop to stabilize the stock price. I don't love her. I never did," Adam told Karly. "Once the patent renewal is signed next month, I'll cut her loose. She won't even know what hit her." I stood in the middle of the crowded ballroom, realizing that my sacrifice-giving up my career as a world-class scientist to be a "nobody" wife-was nothing more than a line item in a merger. I was the engine of his life, yet he treated me like a broken appliance. I didn't scream or cry. I simply pulled off my ten-carat wedding ring, dropped it onto the iPad screen, and walked out into the Manhattan rain. Adam thought he married a trophy, but he forgot that the "Daedalus" enzyme powering his entire company belonged to my family trust. I pulled out a burner phone he didn't know I had and dialed my old chief of operations. "This is Dr. Haley," I said, my voice finally steady. "Revoke all licensing for Payne Corp. It's time to show him what happens when the prop stops supporting the stage."

Blurb: I came to Santa Monica to heal... not to ruin everything. After a messy breakup and a draining year at the university, I needed escape. Sun, sand, and time with my step-sister Vivian seemed perfect... until I saw him. Lorenzo Moretti. Her father. Off-limits. My mother's ex-husband. Older. Dangerous. And the only man who's ever looked at me like he could see the chaos inside me. It started with stolen glances. Then a touch. Then nights that blurred the line between guilt and ecstasy. Lorenzo is nothing like the boys I've known... he's dominant, experienced, and hiding secrets of his own. But the deeper I fall, the closer everything comes to shattering: my mom, my vengeful ex, and the one person we're both lying to... Vivian. Loving him might destroy everything. But I can't stop. Not now that I know what it feels like to be wanted like this. Secrets will burn. But, some sins are worth the fire.

The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted. Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected. Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring. I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction. A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.

"I didn't just want to keep my job, Keon. I want to watch them lose everything." At twenty two, Louisa Vale was the silent genius behind the most successful merger in her firm's history. She had the perfect career, a promising future, and a boyfriend, Ethan, who promised he’d always have her back. Then came the betrayal. To cover up a ten million dollar embezzlement scheme, her boss Clara frames her. Worse, Ethan—the man she planned to marry chooses a promotion over the truth, standing in cold silence as Louisa is escorted out in disgrace. Left with nothing but a mountain of debt and a burning thirst for vengeance, Louisa is intercepted by the one man the industry fears most: Keon Ashford. Keon is a shark, a predator, and the primary rival of the firm that just crushed her. He offers her a deal that tastes like honey and fire: A suite in his penthouse, the money to save her sister, and the resources to dismantle her enemies piece by piece. The catch? For six months, she belongs to him. She must be the "Ghost in his Machine," his secret weapon in a game of corporate warfare. But as the lines between revenge and passion begin to blur, Louisa realizes that the "don't fall in love" rule was the most dangerous part of the contract. Ethan and Clara are about to learn that when a quiet woman stops being silent, the world starts to burn.

The flight was delayed, and it was late by the time I finally returned to the States from my training abroad. I tried calling my husband to pick me up, but all my attempts went unanswered. Frustrated, I ended up taking a cab. On the way, I stumbled across a Facebook post from one of his so-called "close friends." The photo showed my husband, Ignacio, kneeling and holding her foot. She was wearing a loose, sheer blouse, her bare shoulder exposed, with a conspicuous love bite on her neck. The caption said, "Only a true friend is always there for you." I commented, "If you like him so much, why not keep him close?" Moments after posting the comment, Ignacio called me, furious. "Elina, have you lost your mind? Delete that comment right now! Rhea Scott is just a single woman, and your nonsense will make everyone misunderstand." "You know she sprained her ankle! I was just helping her out.

Everything in Chris' world changes when he meets Kate. Chris Cena who is a young billionaire CEO controls one of the most powerful empires built by his late father. Chris lives under the shadow of his mother, Elisabeth Cena. The ruthless woman who once ruled the empire before handing it to him. Kate Milmar who is brillant, sensual and emotionally guarded moves confidently among powerful men without ever allowing herself to belong to any of them. When she publicly challenges a wealthy client, her fearless defiance immediately captures Chris's attention. Chris offers her a dangerous proposal for her to leave her world and exclusively belong to him. As their attraction grows slowly, Kate notices strange cracks in the history of the Cena Empire. Chris's father died suddenly years earlier and in the aftermath, Elisabeth took control of the company briefly before passing it to her son. What once seemed like a normal transition begins to look suspicious as Kate uncovers missing records, hidden documents and a mysterious change in the company's will. Elisabeth sees Kate as a threat to both her son and the legacy she had built and a silent war begins between the two women . Chris gets caught between his loyalty to his mother and the growing feelings he has for Kate.

The automated email arrived at 2:47 PM, wedged between a case update from the district attorney's office and a reminder about next week's budget meeting. Subject line: IVF Procedure Confirmation – Riverside Fertility Clinic. I stared at my computer screen, coffee cup halfway to my lips, feeling that particular prickle of wrongness that comes from years of prosecuting liars. I'd never scheduled an IVF appointment for next week. I'd never scheduled any IVF appointment without Ryan present. My fingers moved before my thoughts fully caught up, dialing the clinic's number from memory. Three rings. Four. "Riverside Fertility Clinic, how may I—" "This is Alaina Warren. I just received a confirmation email for a procedure next week that I never authorized." The receptionist's pause lasted a beat too long.

“I, Rowan Ashford, reject you, Celine Everly as my mate and Luna." I felt a sharp pain surging through my heart as the rejection took effect on our mate bond. “You can't do this to me, Rowan, not after everything we've been together”, I cried as tears streamed down my eyes. Betrayed by her best friend who slept with her mate and rejected by her mate for being wolfless, Celine went to the club to clear her head but ended up with having a one night stand with a total stranger and getting pregnant for him. Now, she is confused and keeps asking herself if she should abort the baby to prevent disgrace and pack punishment or keep it to find her mate and discover her true identity?

After five years of failed IVF and a husband who claimed he was "sterile," Harper finally conceived using an anonymous sperm donor. The happiest moment of her life—until the clinic's database was hacked and donor identities leaked. Donor #3847 was her husband, Ethan. The same Ethan who had cried with her through every failed pregnancy test. The same Ethan who had convinced her that biological children were "impossible" for them. The same Ethan who had been secretly fathering children with her best friend Megan for three years—two kids who called him "Uncle Ethan" at every family barbecue. He didn't just cheat. He stole her chance at motherhood while building a secret family with someone else. Now Harper has the ultimate leverage: she's carrying his child—the one he never meant for her to have. And she's about to make him pay for every lie, every tear, and every stolen year.

I'm Jade, bound to Julian-until he chooses germ-phobic Nancy, who torments my sister Molly. "What, are you that desperate?" Julian sneers when I beg him to stop Nancy. Molly jumps from a roof after Nancy's brother Stuart abuses her. I'm framed, beaten, dumped in the ocean-saved by Miles, who helps me expose Julian and Nancy's crimes. "You played me," I snarl at Julian as he begs forgiveness. I watch Nancy and Stuart turn on each other, then sever my bond with Julian. Thirteen years later, I'm a mom with a new mate. Julian sees me happy and whispers, "Farewell, my girl"-finally letting me go.

"Millions of dollars on the table... and you think I'll let my heir be made in a lab instead of between your thighs?" ~~~ Camila Sterling is a liar. She has to be, if she wants to infiltrate Lucien Hayes' territory. He is the ruthless CEO who ruined her life with a night that chained her to a twisted man who calls himself her savior. Going undercover as an employee of Hayes Corp was step one. She was to blend in, bide her time and wait for her moment... but she ruins it. Thanks to her impulsiveness and a half-baked plan, she sparks a scandal that lands her in the spotlight as Lucien's girlfriend. However, Lucien flips the script. He claims her as his lover, and suddenly, Camila isn't hiding in the shadows-she's trapped at the center of a fake romance with the devil himself. And the closer she gets, the harder it is to tell who's playing who. How do you destroy a devil you are starting to crave?

Tech-CEO Victoria discovers her husband Ethan is cheating with his male trainer; she records the tryst and confronts Ethan’s boss, Dylan Shaw, offering a merger to save Dylan’s cash-strapped company. She demands Ethan’s professional destruction in exchange—she becomes CEO, Dylan Chairman. Dylan agrees on one condition: total strategic ruthlessness so Ethan never sees the hit coming.