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I was freezing to death in an abandoned cabin, desperately waiting for my fiancé to save me. Instead, my phone flickered with a video from my adopted sister. She was smiling as she confessed that she and my fiancé had orchestrated my kidnapping, and my parents' fatal plane crash, just to steal my family's trust fund. When I called him with my dying breath, he mocked me for faking a PR stunt and hung up. I died in the sub-zero blizzard, consumed by absolute despair. But as a ghost, I watched my greatest business rival, the ruthless billionaire Collins, kick down the doors of my mansion. He didn't just mourn me. He shot my fiancé, trapped my sister, and set the entire place on fire, choosing to burn alive in the inferno just to avenge me. I couldn't understand why the man I had publicly despised for a decade loved me so fiercely, while the people I gave everything to wanted me dead. Opening my eyes again, I was back backstage on the night I won my Oscar, four years ago. My fiancé smiled, holding out his arms to hug me. I pushed him away in disgust, marched straight into the crowded theater, and kissed my billionaire rival on live television. "Let's get married tomorrow." This time, I would use him to burn them all to the ground.

The velvet box sits on my vanity like a promise I've kept for five years. I open it one more time, watching the light catch the vintage Patek Philippe's face. The engraving on the back reads: "Time brought you home." My fingers trace the words I had carved there, back when I believed in fairy tales. My phone buzzes. The flight tracker shows Felix's jet has landed at Teterboro. Thirty minutes to the city. Maybe forty-five with traffic. I rehearse the words again, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror. "I waited for you. I grew your portfolio by 200%.

After my family's downfall, Maximiliano Hughes took me in. Though he had a reserved demeanor, he attentively cared for me over six years. Inevitably, I fell for him. Just as I was about to confess my feelings, I stumbled upon a scene that shattered my courage. Maximiliano, known for keeping his distance from women, was pinning a girl beneath him, whispering sweet nothings: "Amayah, tell me you want me..." Her eyes were teary as she trembled and replied, "Maximiliano, I need you." Heartbroken, I withdrew from the moment, absorbing the bittersweet scene. I tried to move on, only to overhear his friend’s mocking remark later: "You deliberately slept with Amayah in front of her, and she still won’t move out?" Maximiliano snorted derisively, "She's stubborn. As long as she doesn't bother me, she can do as she pleases." I turned away with a smile that hid my sadness, and the very next day, boarded a plane to a new country. --- The door to the private lounge was slightly ajar, allowing me to quietly listen to the conversation inside. Although the topic had shifted from relationships, the man's voice changed when he noticed my presence, curling his lips into a smile. He cleared his throat and asked, "But say, Maya Shaw has been around you for seven years, and she’s quite the beauty.

The silver flute felt warm against my palms as I stood beneath the Shadowcrest Pavilion's moonlit arch, its familiar weight grounding me in this moment I'd dreamed of for three years. The Inter-Pack Gathering stretched before me like a sea of expectant faces—hundreds of werewolves from across the East Coast, their eyes reflecting the ceremonial torches that cast dancing shadows across the ancient stone amphitheater. My fingers traced the intricate engravings on grandmother's flute, the same patterns she'd taught me to read like sacred text. Tonight, I would perform the Moonrise Serenade, a piece so complex that only a handful of wolves in our generation could master it. Alexander had promised me this moment, had whispered against my ear just hours ago that I would make him proud. The autumn wind carried the mingled scents of different packs—pine from the northern territories, salt from the coastal clans, earth from the mountain dwellers. But underneath it all was Alexander's commanding presence, cedarwood and smoke, wrapping around me like an invisible claim. "My fellow Alphas, Betas, and honored pack members," Alexander's voice boomed across the gathering, that familiar authority that made my wolf purr with pride. He stood at the center of the ceremonial circle, magnificent in his formal black attire, every inch the powerful leader who'd chosen me. "Tonight marks not only our annual celebration of unity, but a moment of profound significance for the Shadowcrest Pack." I straightened, preparing for my introduction.

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Dempsey Everett. But late one night, he walked in smelling of another woman's perfume and threw a thick divorce agreement onto the coffee table. "Darcy is back. Sign it." The terms were brutal, a complete wipeout that left me with nothing but the clothes on my back. To make matters worse, his true love Darcy sought me out to humiliate me, smirking that I was just a convenient placeholder keeping his bed warm. Even his mother immediately paraded Darcy around the estate in family heirlooms, treating me like worthless trash they couldn't wait to discard. I stared at the cold, heavy divorce papers, my chest tightening with pain, until my eyes caught the signature line at the bottom. Elinor Parish. A missing 'r'. After three years of sharing a home, a bed, and a life, my husband didn't even know how to spell my last name. All my patience, my quiet acceptance, and the love I had poured into this man had been a cosmic, cruel joke. The realization hit me like a physical blow, but the heartbreak quickly vanished, replaced by a white-hot fury. I swung my arm and slapped him across his arrogant face with every ounce of my suppressed pain, then signed the document without a second thought. Dempsey thought I was just a poor dropout who would beg for his scraps. He had no idea I was hiding my true identity. It was time the Everetts learned what it truly meant to cross the real Parrish royalty.

I have been Luna of the Ironveil Pack for ten years. I know how to smile at the right moment, how to place a hand on a visiting Alpha's arm just long enough to soften his pride without threatening his ego, how to read a room full of wolves who would tear each other apart if the seating chart were wrong by one chair. Tonight, at the Winter Solstice Pack Banquet, I do all of it perfectly. The great hall is warm with candlelight and the low roar of conversation. Ironveil's ranked members fill the long tables in their finest clothes, and the visiting Alphas from three neighboring packs sit at the head table with Grayson. I move through the room like water — here to redirect a tension between two Betas before it becomes a scene, there to laugh at exactly the right moment when old Alpha Mercer makes his tired joke about the northern border. I wear a deep green dress that Grayson chose. My hair is up. The mark on my neck is visible, the way it always is at formal events. Grayson looks magnificent tonight.

They say karma strikes when you least expect it. And for me, it did. That small boy I once harassed, ignored, and bullied is now a fully grown Urekai Alpha with immense power, unmatched strength, and a name associated with many fearsome reputations. And because he once swore vengeance, I have been running all my life. But he has caught me. The hatred he has for me is one I have never known before. Coated with venom. Burning with spite. Only in those cold, satanic gray eyes have I seen hate in its rawest, purest form. I thought I had prepared for this day. That I was ready for the revenge and retribution he promised. However, the punishment he delivers is one I never saw coming. But how do you break what is already broken? How do you drown one who lives with their head buried underwater? How do you kill something that stopped breathing a long time ago? And more terrifying still, how the hell does love grow from the most venomous, hate-filled, black heart to ever exist? * NOTE: This book is a complete standalone. Though set in the Urekai universe, this story introduces entirely new characters with their own depths, nuances, and experiences. You need not read "That Prince Is A Girl" to enjoy or understand this tale, for it is a completely independent story of its own.

Everly spent four years playing the perfect, accommodating wife to Carson Moss, swallowing every grievance just to secure medical treatments for their sick daughter. But at a high-society banquet she exhausted herself organizing, Carson's pregnant mistress crashed the party. The woman shoved an ultrasound of Carson's "real heir" directly into Everly's frail grandfather's face. The shock triggered a massive heart attack. Carson refused to use his private helicopter to save the dying old man, choosing to protect his mistress and his company's IPO instead. Her grandfather died on the hospital table. Instead of remorse, her mother-in-law demanded Everly publicly cover up the murder. "You will do exactly as I say, or I will freeze every single cent of the medical trust fund paying for your crippled daughter's treatments." When a battered Everly returned to the estate, she discovered her three-year-old daughter covered in dark bruises and pinch marks. Her in-laws were deliberately torturing her disabled child. Everly couldn't comprehend how a family could be so utterly heartless. Her only family was murdered, her child was abused, and her husband threw a five-million-dollar check at her face as hush money. They thought she would just break and quietly disappear. But when a terrifyingly powerful billionaire unexpectedly blocked Carson's security team from locking her up, Everly finally saw her window. She grabbed her sleeping daughter and ran out into the freezing storm, making a blood-bound vow to make the entire Moss family bleed.

The crystal chandelier cast dancing shadows across Margaret Griffin's opulent dining room as fifty of the city's elite mingled beneath its light. I stood near the mahogany sideboard, watching Harrison hold court by the fireplace, his voice carrying that familiar tone of superiority that had grated against my nerves for ten years. "Cassandra chose this necktie for me tonight," Harrison announced, his fingers plucking at the silk fabric around his throat with theatrical disgust. "Can you believe it? Navy blue with silver stripes to my mother's birthday party." The laughter that rippled through the crowd felt like ice water in my veins. Margaret Griffin, resplendent in her emerald gown and diamond tiara, shook her head with practiced disappointment. "Oh, Harrison," she sighed, loud enough for everyone to hear. "You really must start dressing yourself. Poor dear Cassandra simply doesn't understand these things." My fingers tightened around my champagne flute. The necktie was Hermès, worth more than most people's monthly salary, and it complemented his charcoal suit perfectly.

The morning sun filtered through the trees as I led the pack training session, my body moving on autopilot. I'd barely slept, my wolf restless and agitated all night. Hudson had come to bed late again, claiming Alpha duties kept him busy. The excuse was becoming as worn as my patience. "Luna Maddie, are you okay?" Delta Jessica asked, concern etching her features as she watched me stumble through the demonstration. "I'm fine," I lied, forcing a smile. "Just a little tired." My wolf whimpered inside me. *Liar. We are exhausted. We are carrying the weight of a failing Alpha.* I pushed her voice away, focusing on the pack members watching me.

They were twin sisters, separated by fate and raised in different worlds. Samantha and Caitlin looked almost identical-but their lives couldn't have been more different. Adopted into separate families, they were strangers for decades... until tragedy brought them back together. Too late. When Samantha finally found her sister, Caitlin was lying in a cold crystal coffin-betrayed, broken, and buried by the very people who were supposed to protect her. Now, Samantha has only one mission: revenge. She takes her sister's place as Mrs. Perkins-the timid, obedient wife of a cold and ruthless billionaire. But this time. she's not here to be anyone's doormat. In just five days, the entire mansion feels the shift. The once-quiet Mrs. Perkins now walks with fire in her eyes and ice in her voice. She's bold. Dazzling. Dangerous. Alexander Perkins, the aloof CEO who's used to control, isn't amused. He pins her to the wall, his voice dark and low: "I remind you-don't play with fire." Samantha smiles, her gaze unwavering. "Too late. I already lit the match."

After years of failed fertility treatments, I finally got the news I' d been dreaming of: I was pregnant with my husband' s baby. That same day, I discovered my perfect CEO husband, Harrison Ellis, had a secret. A five-year-old son with his high school sweetheart, a woman from his past I thought was long gone. This wasn't just an affair; it was a parallel life he'd meticulously hidden for years. He gave the private island he promised our baby to his other son. His entire family celebrated the boy's birthday, calling the other woman "Mrs. Bradshaw" while I watched from the shadows, completely invisible. He told me I was his everything, that he'd never betray me. But every promise was a lie, every touch a performance. I was just a placeholder in a life that was never truly mine, a trophy wife to maintain his perfect public image. To protect my unborn child from his world of lies, I had to disappear completely. So I faked my own death in a fiery plane crash, leaving him with only a pregnancy report and the video of his betrayal to remember me by.

Warning!!! This novel contain scenes that are not suitable for children. That includes on killing, suicide... torture... and R-21 scenes Keira Del Carlo sold her virginity in the auction to save her mother and a billionaire bought her for more than 4 million dollars. Her life turned upside down when she signed the papers that the billionaire gave to her that night after she gave up her innocence. Alessandro De Alegre was a vicious billionaire when it comes to business. But behind that merciless attitude, there's a soft spot that only meant for her. He has been searching for his first love for a very long time until he found a lead that she's in an auction. He took advantage of it to have her back and made her sign the marriage contract while she's not herself. She didn't even recognize him, and that's when he found out that her memories with him had been erased. All her time with him, he gave her everything including the Golden Age Entertainment that should belong to her. She lives with him without knowing that she's married to him the night he took her innocence and imprisoned her in his villa. She lives thinking that she's the mistress.

After losing both her parents at a tender age, Ciara experiences coldness despite having her best friend Carlista whose parents chose to raise her, she faces several oppositions from extended family and even outside pressure as a result of her inherited wealth; she falls in love with her best friend's brother who refuses to acknowledge their relationship to the public.

The sound of screeching tires pierced the afternoon quiet. I froze on our apartment steps, my hand still clutching the door handle as I watched in horror. "Luna!" I screamed, my voice shattering the Manhattan sidewalk's usual hum of businesslike anonymity. My six-year-old daughter had been crossing the street just outside our building, her small figure weaving between parked cars with the carelessness of childhood. Now she lay crumpled on the asphalt, a growing crimson stain spreading across her favorite pink dress—the one with butterflies she'd insisted on wearing today. A sleek red convertible swerved wildly before speeding away, its driver never looking back. I caught a glimpse of perfectly manicured hands gripping the steering wheel, a flash of blonde hair. Valery. "Hunter's girlfriend," whispered Mrs. Rodriguez, our elderly neighbor who'd been watering her potted plants.

Estelle’s life was once a fairy tale, filled with love and promise. However, tragedy struck on the day of their wedding. Estelle’s father and Cristofer’s parents were involved in a car accident that took their lives instantly. The loss was devastating for Cristofer, causing him to sink into deep sorrow and anger towards Estelle. One tragedy comes after another, and she finds herself battling cancer, heartbreak, and deceit. In a world where all seems lost, Estelle must dig deep to find the strength to fight for what she loves most.

I was Asset 7, a "ghost" kept in a high-security facility with no memory and paralyzed vocal cords. My only value was my silence, making me the perfect disposable tool for the world's elite. Everything changed when I was sold to Culver Lancaster, a media billionaire drugged with a dangerous synthetic aphrodisiac. His staff needed a woman who couldn't talk, couldn't sue, and didn't exist in any official directory. They scrubbed my skin raw like a piece of meat and threw me into a dark penthouse with a man who had lost his mind to the drug. Culver didn't treat me like a human; he choked me against a door and used my body as a shield against his own madness. When I tried to run, his security hunted me down with dogs, and Culver threw me into a freezing wine cellar. I spent days in total darkness, starving and dehydrated, lapping dirty water off the floor just to stay alive. I lay on that cold stone, wondering why my life had become a series of cages and scars. I couldn't even scream to let the world know I was dying. How could a man claim to protect me while treating me like a disposable object? But when Culver finally came to the cellar to feed me, I didn't surrender. I bit him hard enough to draw blood, watching the shock in his eyes as I communicated the only way I could. Now, I wear the silk uniform and the velvet mask he bought for me, playing the role of his obedient "Shadow." Culver thinks he owns a broken girl he can lock in a velvet panic room, but I'm a weapon who just found her target. Every kiss is a reconnaissance mission, and I'm going to burn his empire to the ground.

Riley gave everything to her marriage until she walked in on her husband and his stepsister cheating on her. The betrayal shattered her... but only for a moment as she proposes to the one thing he's always wanted: an open marriage. He thought she'd crumble. Instead, she chose revenge. And nothing stings more than the fact that she picked his three best friends to help her get it. Three ruthless bikers. Three men who don't share unless it's worth the risk. Three Alphas who made Riley theirs the moment she said yes to them. Now every night, she gives them what her husband took for granted-moans, surrender, and something dangerously close to love. He watches from the sidelines. Burning. Regretting but it's too late. Because she's not just taking back her power-she's making sure he feels what it's like to be replaced. And the worst part? He never expected she'd fall for them. And that they'd fall for her. He broke his vows. They're breaking every rule. And Riley? She's only just started.

Ninety-eight unanswered texts. Then text ninety-nine: his ex crashed her car, and he's choosing her over our wedding day. So I walk out of the church in a fifty-pound gown, leave my ring bleeding on his promotion letter, and go home to disappear. What Julian doesn't know: I'm not just the bride he humiliated. I'm the Senior Legal Consultant who built his entire sixty-million-dollar trial—every exhibit, every cross-examination, every word he was supposed to win with on Tuesday morning. And his most ruthless competitor has been waiting a long time to make me their executive partner. He spent five years thinking I was his servant. He's about to learn I was his whole career. By Monday, the man who left me at the altar will walk into a courtroom with nothing. The question is: how far am I willing to let him fall?

I was driving through a rainstorm in upstate New York, pushing my old Volvo to the limit just to pick up a Dior gown for my wife, Catarina. She needed it for a gala tonight, where she planned to spend the evening standing next to the man she actually loved, Atticus Deleon. The truck hit me head-on, crossing the center line and sending my car rolling down an embankment in a shriek of twisted metal and shattered glass. As the steering column crushed my chest, my brain didn't see a white light; it was pried open by a digital tsunami, flooding my mind with the "Quantum Archive"-billions of data points on surgery, high-frequency trading, and combat. I woke up in the ICU with three broken ribs and a concussion, but the only thing waiting for me was a screaming voicemail from my wife's assistant. "Jorden, where the hell are you? Catarina has been waiting for thirty minutes! You are so incompetent it's actually impressive." There was no "Are you okay?" or "Are you alive?"-only fury over a ruined dress and a missing tie. While I was being resuscitated, my wife was on Instagram, singing "Endless Love" with Atticus and laughing at my "tantrum." She even called the family lawyer to freeze my credit cards, wanting to make sure I couldn't even buy a coffee without her permission. For three years, I had been the "useful husband," the doormat who apologized whenever she stepped on my toes. But the accident had overwritten my desperation with cold, hard logic, and I realized I had almost died for a woman who viewed me as a liability with a negative return on investment. When Catarina finally stormed into my hospital room to demand an apology for ruining her night, I didn't look at her with the usual puppy-dog eyes. I looked at her with ice in my veins and handed her a manila envelope I had drafted myself. "Sign the divorce papers, Ms. Evans. I'm done being your canary."

Elena Hayes never expected a single stolen night to shatter her carefully built walls. One glance across the glittering chaos of the Knights' Gala, and billionaire Adrian Knight unraveled her in ways no man ever had. Their connection was raw, undeniable and dangerous. But passion comes with a price. When Adrian's elegant wife, Cassandra, discovers his secret, she refuses to lose her husband without a fight. With the help of a charming manipulator, she sets a trap that could ruin Elena forever. Now, Adrian is torn between the loyalty to his family demands and the love that consumes him. Elena must decide whether to fight for a man who can never truly be hers or walk away with her heart in pieces. In a world of ruthless power, whispered betrayals, and forbidden desire, one truth remains: craving the billionaire's love might just destroy them all.

On the first anniversary of our reconciliation, I thought my tech mogul husband and I had finally turned a corner. Then I discovered our entire marriage was a spectator sport. It was a cruel, year-long revenge game orchestrated by him and his lover, and I was the punchline. For their amusement, I was poisoned with food contaminated with dog feces, publicly humiliated with a twenty-million-dollar auction scam, and beaten until my ribs broke by his family's private security. I endured it all, playing the part of the clueless, loving wife while they laughed about it in a group chat called "The Jillian Andrews Comedy Hour." But their grand finale was a step too far. I overheard him calmly planning to leave me to die in a remote cabin during a blizzard, a "tragic accident" that would finally set him free to be with his mistress. He thought he was writing the final chapter of my life. He didn't know I was about to use his murder plot as my own perfect escape. I faked my death, vanished into thin air, and left him to explain to the world how his beloved wife disappeared off the face of the earth.

Juliette was an agriculture major desperately trying to get top-tier CRISPR potato data from Adrian Castillo, the untouchable physics genius and wealthy heir. But to get it, she was dragged to a high-end shooting club, where Adrian suddenly lost all his legendary motor skills, shooting zeroes and acting like a helpless nerd. His clumsy act made Juliette a target. Blair, a wealthy heiress, cornered her, mocking her mud-stained cargo pants and calling her a pathetic dirt-girl. "If you lose, you leave this club and never speak to Adrian again." Blair challenged her to a professional air pistol match. The crowd of elites laughed, waiting for the farm girl to humiliate herself. Even worse, Adrian just stood behind her, pretending to be terrified of Blair and whispering that his sinuses would swell shut if Juliette didn't save him. The mockery and judgment felt suffocating. Everyone thought she was just a desperate fangirl who didn't even know how to hold a gun. But they didn't know the dark trauma she had buried years ago. And she didn't understand why Adrian, a man who could supposedly shoot a coin at eight hundred meters in a sandstorm, was deliberately playing weak to push her to the firing line. What was his sick endgame? To secure her experimental fertilizer, Juliette finally stopped hiding. She picked up the competition pistol, locked her perfect stance, and fired ten flawless shots. 108.5. Total, undeniable annihilation.

The migraine hit me like a freight train at 2:47 PM on a Tuesday. One moment I was reviewing quarterly projections, the next I was gripping my desk, the numbers swimming before my eyes. Diana, my closest friend at the firm, took one look at me and waved away my protests. "Sloane, you look like you're about to faint. Go home. I'll handle the Peterson meeting." I nodded, grateful for her cover. The truth was, I couldn't remember the last time I'd taken a sick day. The thought of Elliott's face when I walked through the door early—his perfectly arranged surprise, his exaggerated concern—made my chest tight with something that wasn't quite warmth. But that was normal, wasn't it? After three years of marriage, the excitement faded.