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Wren Whitfield gave everything to make Kieran Voss a powerful man — her savings, her connections, her wolf pack's goodwill. She rebranded him from a broke nobody into Crescent Ridge's rising Beta. His thank-you? Divorce papers, a penthouse she paid for handed to his mistress, and a viral Instagram post erasing her from his life. Homeless, broke, and publicly humiliated, Wren is ready to disappear. Then a call changes everything: her childhood mate-bond has been activated. Stellan Lyall — heir to the most feared Alpha bloodline on the continent — has returned. And he remembers every debt Kieran owes. But Stellan isn't the gentle boy from Savannah anymore. He's magnetic, ruthless, and dangerously possessive. As Kieran's empire begins to crumble and Wren rises from the ashes, she must decide: Is Stellan her salvation or just another Alpha who wants to own her? One thing's certain — Kieran picked the wrong satisfying satisfying she-wolf to throw away.

Luciana Moretti was raised to honor her family, even when it breaks her. She was meant to marry Adrian Orlov-the gentle heir who became her safe place. Then the accident stole him. With the Valerios threatening the Las Vegas port, Adrian's father, Don Lorenzo Orlov, refuses to let the alliance die. His new demand is ruthless: Luciana will marry Roman Orlov, Adrian's younger brother and the reluctant heir now forced into his place. Duty binds them, grief fuels them, and something dangerous sparks between them... until evidence surfaces claiming Roman caused Adrian's death. The truth will either bind them together or destroy everything.

The three-hour drive from the Northern Alliance meeting should have felt like coming home. Instead, as I pulled through the gates of Silverstone Pack territory, an unsettling quiet pressed against my chest like a physical weight. The familiar sight of our pack house—its stone facade and wraparound porch that had always welcomed me—now felt cold, almost hostile. I parked near the front steps, expecting to see pack members going about their evening routines. Children should have been playing in the yard, adults chatting on porches, the usual warm buzz of pack life that made this place feel alive. Instead, the grounds were eerily empty. The few wolves I did encounter on my way to the house avoided my gaze entirely. Mrs. Henderson, who usually stopped to ask about Sophie's schoolwork, practically fled when she saw me approaching. Young Marcus, one of our patrol guards, actually crossed to the other side of the path rather than offer his customary respectful nod.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

Days before her dream wedding, event planner ‌Clara Price‌ receives an anonymous call warning that her charming fiancé ‌William Brown‌ is hiding dangerous secrets.

Kaitlyn Rhodes has everything under control - her thriving event design business, her chic apartment in Pinewood Estate, and a carefully curated life that leaves no room for chaos. But control shatters the morning a phone call changes everything. Her company is suddenly on the verge of collapse, thanks to a scandal she didn't see coming. And before she can find her footing, an unexpected proposition arrives from the last man she ever thought would notice her - Miles Howard. The elusive billionaire CEO of Howard & Co. Corporate is as infamous for his ruthless deals as he is for his guarded heart. To the world, Miles is untouchable. But behind the tailored suits and cold precision lies a man with everything to lose... and a secret plan to save it. His offer? A marriage of convenience. His reason? Business. His real motive? Something he's not ready to admit. Drawn into his world of power, luxury, and dangerous rivalries, Kaitlyn finds herself walking a razor's edge between independence and desire. The more time she spends in Miles's orbit, the harder it is to tell where the arrangement ends... and something far more real begins. In a city of secrets, one thing becomes clear: in love and business, nothing stays purely transactional for long.

My father's routine heart surgery went horribly wrong, leaving him in a coma. The surgeon was Fabiola, my husband Julian's celebrated childhood friend. When I begged Julian to use his immense resources to save him, he gave me a chilling ultimatum: my father's life for Fabiola's career. To protect her, he stood by as she deliberately scalded my hand with boiling soup. He locked me in a rat-infested wine cellar to "teach me a lesson." He even force-fed me peanuts, knowing I had a deadly allergy, and had me committed to a psychiatric hospital when I still wouldn't break. I didn't understand how the man who once promised to build a fortress around me had become the one launching the attack, all for a woman he claimed was just a friend. So, as Fabiola shoved me from the deck of our yacht into the dark water below, I didn't fight. I let myself fall, because faking my death was the only way to destroy them both.

In their first year of marriage, Melinda's husband never shared her bed, and the loneliness became a craving. She understood why after catching him kissing her sister-she was just a stand-in. When that restless craving finally sharpened into an ailment, she went to the hospital and met a doctor whose steady hands almost unraveled her. The next day, he showed up as the company's new CEO and made her his assistant. "Sir, I have a husband. Stop hitting on me." She had tried to resist, but eventually, she still became his girlfriend. Her ex begged tearfully, "Melinda, let's start over. Don't leave me." Melinda huffed, "Sorry. I'm not interested in a man who couldn't perform in bed."

Betrayed and divorced by her cheating Alpha mate, Elara flees into the human world, carrying the secret triplets he never knew existed. Years later, fate binds her to Damian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire Alpha of the Eclipse Pack, whose mafia empire rules shadows and fortunes alike. As old wounds reopen and Ryder hunts his hidden heirs, Elara must navigate a dangerous bond, protect her moon-touched daughter from an ancient threat tearing at the Lunar Veil, and decide if she can trust a new mate... or burn everything down to keep her family safe. A steamy fusion of werewolf destiny, billionaire power, mafia intrigue, secret babies, betrayal, revenge, and fated mates, where love rises from ashes and the moon demands its due.

The Metropolitan Museum's grand hall sparkled under crystal chandeliers, but the glittering facade couldn't mask the hollow ache spreading through my chest. I'd excused myself from the charity gala's main ballroom, seeking refuge in the quieter Egyptian wing where ancient artifacts stood as silent witnesses to countless human dramas. That's when I saw them. Max and Vivienne Hall stood in a secluded alcove between two towering sarcophagi, their bodies angled toward each other in a way that spoke of intimacy I hadn't seen from my husband in years. Her hand rested on his forearm—not the casual touch of old friends, but something deeper, more possessive. His head was bent toward hers, close enough that I could see the soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth, the same expression he'd once reserved for me. My breath caught in my throat. The champagne flute in my hand trembled as I watched Vivienne laugh at something he whispered, her fingers trailing down his arm in a gesture so familiar it made my stomach lurch. This wasn't business. This wasn't friendship.

The marking ceremony was halfway through when I left my mate to assist my former mate, Vanessa, with a lactation issue. My inner wolf growled in protest, but I silenced it. Vanessa’s distress call couldn’t be ignored. Ashlynn, my mate, rushed into the healing center of our pack, her dress swishing as she gripped the hem tightly. I was assisting Vanessa, my Alpha’s coat bearing milk stains, my gloved hand positioned near her chest. Vanessa’s voice trembled. “The pup just can’t latch on, Alpha. I needed your help.” I froze, turning to leave, but Vanessa playfully tugged at my tie. “The pup should really call you Father… you remember, that night, it was five times…” As the door swung open, my eyes took in three things: the disheveled bed, my hand, and the blush on Vanessa’s face. Ashlynn stood there, her expression unreadable.

I, Aidan, reborn with lucid memories of a lonely past life, break my bond with she-alpha Jessie to let her be with Byron. I'd sacrificed nights of care for our cubs Liam and Nora, only to feel invisible as they clung to Byron. When he moved in, the cubs turned on me-framing me for a pineapple allergy attack, cheering as I was forced to drink juice, even shoving me down stairs. A lift accident sealed my betrayal: Jessie chose to save Byron's piano hands over my trapped legs. Fleeing to Cloud Pack, I found solace in "Aidan's Tales," bonding with healer Daisy and her niece Ruby. When Jessie returned, pleading for forgiveness after exposing Byron's abuse, I faced her: the cubs' lies, her neglect, and my shattered trust couldn't be mended. Choosing Daisy and Ruby, I built a new life-one where love wasn't a sacrifice, but a haven.

A sorching forbidden romance between a woman and the man she most definitely cannot have. After a brutal rejection from her mate, on the night of their mating ceremony, Raine Whitmore comes up with a solid plan to get him back. Drunk on alcohol and heartbreak, she sneaks back into the pack and crawls into her mate's bed. They share a sorching night of passion, and their wolves bond as one. But morning comes, and Raine realizes, that the man she spent the night with, was not her mate, but his father...

“You were mine before you were stolen,” he growls, his eyes burning into Violet’s soul. “And I’ll burn the world to take you back.” Violet was never meant to survive. Born wolfless, enslaved, and mocked as the Alpha King’s plaything, her life has been nothing but torment under his cruel daughter, Mira. Until one reckless night of escape brings her face-to-face with a stranger who changes everything. Alpha Xaden. Feared by all. Desired by none. He has come to claim his fated mate. Everyone believes it’s Mira—the Alpha King’s perfect daughter. But when he rejects her and chooses Violet, the broken slave, the entire kingdom erupts in chaos.

"I hate you, Aiden! I hate you! And trust me... you'll never find anyone who'll love you the way I did." Tears streamed down Charlotte Parker's face as she stormed into her room, packing the last pieces of her broken heart. This time, I knew I'd messed up. And there was no going back. Charlotte Parker is a kind, beautiful, and well-mannered 22-year-old with dreams of becoming a popular writer. But life has other plans. With her family struggling, she's forced to step up... whether she's ready or not. Aiden Kingston, on the other hand, is everything she can't stand. Arrogant. Rude. A notorious playboy. And the cold-hearted CEO of a million-dollar company. For Aiden, keeping his inheritance means one thing: marriage. Fast. Both blindsided by an arranged marriage neither of them asked for, their worlds collide in the most chaotic way. Charlotte is water, soft but strong. Aiden is fire, uncontrolled and burning through everything in his path. But Aiden has a secret. One that could destroy whatever fragile peace they're trying to build. Will he let his walls down for her? Can Charlotte see past his mistakes and frozen heart? Or will the hatred between them grow so deep it consumes them both... for good?

What if the mate you waited for two years chooses your sister as his luna instead of you? Would you agree to be his mistress like he wanted? This was Annette's fate. Being the unloved daughter of the family, mistreated and bullied wasn't enough. Now her mate called her 'useless' and wasted her two years of hope. Be the alpha's mistress or the prime minister's seventh wife... Annette chose none and escaped from the pack. When she becomes the famous healer in the lycan clan and all over the world, then crosses paths with the mate who betrayed her, what would be her fate? Will she accept back the mate who had searched for her for over a year, or finally end their matebond?

I moaned out his name. "Damien, you are not trying hard to get me, yet .." He smirked and whispered to my ears. "I like being hard, Not "trying" hard." When Lila Sinclair's mother is sentenced to life in prison, her world collapses overnight. With nowhere else to go, she is taken in by Sebastian Blackwood, her mother's former lover. A powerful, reserved man who agrees to shelter her under strict conditions. Lila is placed in his household... and into a life she never asked for, sharing a roof with two stepbrothers who change everything. Damien is danger wrapped in charm...intense, controlling, and impossible to ignore. Ethan, on the other hand, is steady, kind, and grounding...the only place she feels safe when everything else feels like it's slipping away. But Lila's situation comes with a hidden clause: her stay in the country is temporary. Within 365 days, her legal protection expires. To remain, she must marry one of the Blackwood heirs. One house. Two brothers. Twelve months of blurred lines, buried secrets, and emotions she was never meant to feel. As desire clashes with safety and passion wars with peace, Lila is forced into a choice that could secure her future...or destroy it completely.

The champagne flowed like water at Bradley's company celebration. Another successful quarter, another reason to celebrate his genius. I stood near the corner of the elegantly decorated conference room, nursing my sparkling water—I'd stopped drinking alcohol months ago, though no one knew why yet. "Harper, you're hiding again," Tessa whispered, appearing at my side. "You should be front and center. This company wouldn't exist without you." I smiled weakly. "I'm fine here. Bradley's in his element." My husband stood across the room, commanding attention in his tailored suit, his confident smile flashing as he discussed expansion plans with investors. Seven years of marriage, and I still felt that flutter when he laughed—though lately, those moments had become rare. "Truth or dare!" someone shouted, breaking into my thoughts.

For three years, my husband Carter Hancock had erectile dysfunction. Or so he told me. I was the one who pulled him from a fiery car crash, and this marriage was his promise to cherish the hands that saved him. But tonight, I overheard him with my sister-in-law, Jodie. He confessed his condition was a lie to avoid touching me, and that he' d always loved her. Our marriage was just a sham to appease his grandfather. The betrayals kept coming. He claimed she was the one who saved him. He abandoned me during a landslide to rescue her. When I woke up in the hospital with broken ribs, he asked me to donate skin from my leg to fix a scratch on her face. He wanted to mutilate my body for the woman who stole my life, the woman carrying his secret child. My love was a burden, my sacrifice a joke they laughed about behind closed doors. Then I found the final, soul-crushing truth: our marriage certificate was a fake. I was never his wife, just a placeholder. That night, I picked up my phone and called the one person he' d warned me away from. "Alex," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I need to leave. Can you meet me in Europe?"

The grandfather clock in the hallway chimed midnight as I slipped into Alexander's study, my silk robe whispering against my skin. The house was silent—Alexander was at another late 'business dinner' with Isabella. These dinners had become more frequent over the past three years, each absence another small cut to my heart. I told myself I was just organizing his medical files—the neurologist had requested complete records for his next appointment. Three years of supposed memory loss, three years of 'It's coming back slowly, Charlotte, be patient.' Three years of watching him fall deeper under Isabella's spell while I clung to the hope that one day, he would remember our love. My fingers trembled as I sorted through the meticulous files I'd kept of his condition. I'd documented everything—every supposed memory flash, every consultation, every therapy session. The perfect, devoted fiancée, waiting patiently for her beloved to return to her. When my hand brushed against something hard behind the row of folders, curiosity prickled at my skin. I reached deeper into the cabinet and pulled out a leather-bound journal I'd never seen before.

‎ ‎ ‎Letty : Age 23. I grow up with a kind but struggling father (Mike). I lost my mother young. Helped out in the wine store and became fiercely independent. I didn't give up, even when life is brutal. ‎Struggles to trust people, especially the rich. ‎ Would rather be hurt than betray someone I loves. ‎But, I ‎holds grudges, especially against those who “had it easy.” ‎Struggles with feeling small in wealthy circles, Pushes people away when I feels threatened emotionally. ‎ ‎Desires to make something of myself without using anyone’s name or money, To understand what really happened the day my mother died, Secretly yearns for love, but believes it's unsafe. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ Jeffrey : Age 25. Born into wealth but lost his father in a tragedy. Raised by his mother, Clara, a workaholic CEO. Groomed to lead Frank Oil & Gas but has a rebellious streak. ‎ ‎He's Charming and confident , Knows how to play people, but not in a malicious way. Bottles up pain from his father’s death. ‎ ‎Protective , Especially of his mother, though they clash often.Has the mind of a businessman. ‎Craves authenticity, He's tired of fake smiles and corporate masks. ‎ ‎But ‎Entitled at times, Struggles to grasp how others live.Plays emotional games when he feels insecure. ‎Resents being used as a pawn in family business. ‎ ‎ ‎Desires to break free from the mold Clara placed him in. To learn the truth about his father’s death. ‎Feels drawn to Letty, she represents the realness his world lacks. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Mike (Letty’s Father): Age Late 40s. ‎ Taxi driver with a warm spirit. Runs a humble wine store. Lost the love of his life and has quietly carried that grief for years. ‎ ‎Wise and grounded, ‎Loyal to Clara, but holds a secret that could destroy her. ‎Treats Jeffrey like a son, but keeps distance. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎Clara (Jeffrey’s Mother): Age,Late 40s. ‎Ruthless CEO of Frank Oil and Gas. Built her empire after her husband’s death. Her past with Mike is her only soft spot. ‎ ‎Cold and calculating publicly, but broken inside. ‎Never remarried still attached to the past. ‎Loves Jeffrey fiercely, but controls him like a CEO does a junior exec. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ I've always been determined to carve out my own path, even if it means facing challenges head-on without any safety net. My relationship with my father, Mike, is one of mutual respect and understanding. Despite our financial struggles, we've always supported each other through life's ups and downs. My independent spirit often leads me to clash with those who come from more privileged backgrounds, as I feels they cannot truly understand her struggles. Jeffrey, on the other hand, is navigating a world where appearances are everything. Despite his wealth, he feels trapped by the expectations placed upon him by his mother, Clara. He yearns for genuine connections and finds himself drawn to my authenticity. However, his upbringing sometimes makes it difficult for him to relate to her world, leading to misunderstandings. Mike's secret weighs heavily on him, creating a barrier between him and Clara. Despite this, he remains a steadfast figure in Letty's life, providing her with the wisdom and support she needs. His relationship with Jeffrey is complicated; he sees potential in the young man but is wary of the influence Clara has over him. Clara's life is a balancing act between maintaining her powerful business persona and dealing with the unresolved emotions from her past. Her love for Jeffrey is undeniable, but her controlling nature often pushes him away. The connection she once had with Mike is a reminder of a simpler time, yet it's also a source of tension as the secrets of the past threaten to unravel the lives of everyone involved. BLURB: Marry my son, or watch your father lose everything.” I never planned to fall in love with the billionaire I married under threat. To save my father’s collapsing wine empire, I signs a cruel contract marriage with Jeffrey Frank, arrogant heir to Frank Oil & Gas and the spoiled son of the woman who destroyed her family. To Jeffrey, I'm disposable. His mistress still lives under the same roof. His mother controls every move she makes. But I didn’t come to be a submissive wife. I come to uncover the truth, expose Clara Frank’s crimes, and burn the empire from within. Yet when the man who humiliated me begins to regret, desire blurs into danger, Secrets surface, A bullet is fired. Will I choose revenge or the billionaire husband who learns her value too late?

Blurb Elena Rossi never dreamed of marrying the ruthless billionaire Alexander Drake, but her father forced her into a union meant to settle a family feud. Instead, it left her shattered. Betrayed, falsely accused, and left alone during her pregnancy, Elena disappeared, raising her son Damian in the shadows. Fast forward twenty-two years, and Damian has become a powerful young tycoon with one mission—to take down Drake International. But fate has other plans when he falls for Isabella Drake, the daughter of the man who ruined his mother’s life. Neither of them knows the truth until lies, schemes, and legacies collide. As betrayal comes full circle, only one heir can claim the empire… and only one love can survive the storm. 

The night before the wedding, I found out that Alex and his ex-girlfriend were more than just old friends—they were friends with benefits. They stayed connected whenever they wanted, no matter the distance, always finding time to meet. His friend Davis challenged him, "What are you really thinking? You're about to marry Eleanor, yet you're tangled up with Morgan. If you weren't ready to let go, why did you break up in the first place?" Alex lit a cigarette, his voice gravelly and tired. "With her, it's nothing but the physical connection; we don't click otherwise. But with Eleanor, it's completely different. Sigh." "Don't worry," he assured Davis, "I've got it under control. We keep it strictly platonic—no emotions, no sleepovers. It won't affect my marriage to Eleanor." ----------------------------------- With two days left before the wedding, I found myself running around like crazy, picking up packages.

I stood frozen in the doorway of our penthouse kitchen, my breath caught in my throat. The sight before me was so foreign it took several moments to process. Alexander—my husband of one year—was hunched over the stove, stirring a pot with careful attention I'd never seen him direct toward anything in our home before. He hadn't noticed me yet. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, his normally perfect hair slightly disheveled. The scent of chicken broth, herbs, and something indefinably tender filled the air. I watched as he lifted the wooden spoon to his lips, tasted the soup, and then—most shocking of all—smiled. A genuine smile that transformed his face, softening the sharp angles I'd grown accustomed to. It was an expression I had never seen directed at me. "It smells wonderful," I said, stepping into the kitchen.