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For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan. But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend. When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door. She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled. Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me. To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite. "Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it." I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees. Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer. "File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined." Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch. It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.

My daughter passed away the moment she was born. I wanted to see her, but they gave me a hefty dose of sedatives, sending me into a deep sleep. In a foggy state of consciousness, I overheard the conversation between my husband and the doctor. "Mr. Ryan, can you really bear to donate your daughter's kidney to Miss Wagner? The little one has just been born and hasn't even been held by her mother. If we cancel the procedure now, it's still possible." Tobias's voice was cold, "Giving a kidney to Marleigh is a blessing for her." "What if your wife finds out and causes trouble?" Tobias sounded annoyed, "What's there to cause trouble over? It's just a child; we can have another one." A tear slipped down my cheek. No wonder he was so eager for me to get pregnant after we married—I thought it was love. It turns out he wanted to save his beloved’s life with my baby's sacrifice.

When ordinary wolf Thalia Emerson is hit by a luxury car, she never expects the owner to be Alpha Cassian Frostclaw-ruthless heir to the most feared pack, a man whose presence alone commands obedience. Desperation drives her to accept an unthinkable deal: three years bound to him in exchange for the money that could save the only family she has left. For nearly three years, Cassian is absent, leaving Thalia to rebuild her life, chase her dreams, and quietly count down the days to her freedom. Just when she believes the contract will end without consequence, Cassian returns-unannounced, uncompromising, and very much aware of the woman she has become. What begins as a cold pact slowly unravels into something neither of them planned. As power collides with vulnerability and duty tangles with desire, Thalia must decide whether her heart is merely surviving. or learning to belong.

Content Warning: Smut, Smut and Smut. “Whose cock made you cry the loudest tonight?” Lucien’s voice was a low snarl as he gripped my jaw, forcing my mouth open. “Yours,” I gasped, my voice wrecked from screaming. “Alpha, please—” Silas’s fingers dug into my hips as he slammed back inside me, rough and unrelenting. “Liar,” he growled against my spine. “She sobbed on mine.” “Should we make her prove it?” Claude said, his fangs grazing my throat. “Tie her up again. Let her beg with that pretty mouth until we decide she’s earned our knots.” I was trembling, dripping, used—and all I could do was moan, “Yes, please. Use me again.” And they did. Like they always do. Like they can’t help it. Like I belong to all three of them. --- Lilith used to believe in loyalty. In love. In her pack. But everything was torn away. Her father—the late Beta of Fangspire died. Her mother, heartbroken, drank wolfsbane and never woke up. And her boyfriend? He found his mate and left Lilith behind without a second glance. Wolfless and alone, with hospital debt piling high, Lilith enters the Rite—a ritual where women offer their bodies to the cursed Alphas in exchange for gold. Lucien. Silas. Claude. Three ruthless Alphas, cursed by the Moon Goddess. If they don’t mark their mate before twenty-six, their wolves will destroy them. Lilith was supposed to be a means to an end. But something changed the moment they touched her. Now they want her—marked, ruined, worshipped. And the more they take, the more they crave. Three Alphas. One wolfless girl. No fate. Just obsession. And the more they taste her, The harder she is to let go.

My father sold me to a monster to settle a debt. One minute I was a debutante at a gala, and the next, I was being hunted through the service corridors by my own stepmother’s security. I scrambled into a dark penthouse to hide, only to be pinned against the wall by a man whose body felt like a wall of searing heat. He smelled of rain and expensive cedar, his voice a low, pained growl as he gripped my wrist so hard the bone nearly ground together. The next morning, the "Wall Street Monster" arrived at our estate to collect his prize. My father signed the contract without reading a single page, trading me for a wire transfer while my sister laughed at my impending doom. "I heard he uses knives in bed," Kacy whispered, "Hope you have thick skin, sis." A balding, cruel man claimed to be my husband, but it was the silent bodyguard standing in the shadows who caught my tray when I stumbled. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, and his voice was the same gravelly baritone from the dark room the night before. I was terrified, caught in a web of lies about a disfigured beast who supposedly broke women for sport. I didn't understand why this "bodyguard" was looking at me with such predatory intensity, or why he was the only one who stepped in when my father tried to shove me. Then, inside the car, the bodyguard took off his sunglasses to reveal piercing blue eyes and a face that was devastatingly handsome. "I am Gideon Blackburn," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "And in this house, there is only one rule: Never lie to me." The monster wasn't who they said he was, and he was about to show my family exactly what happens when you try to destroy something that belongs to him.

Celestia was a proud heiress, adored by all. Until one drunken night ruined everything. Branded a homewrecker. Her father hospitalized. Her family empire stolen. And forced to marry Jareth - the cold, ruthless billionaire who destroyed her. On their wedding night, she stood alone in the rain, sick and shivering. His only words? "The game has just begun." He made her life a living nightmare - cold one moment, passionate the next. She tried to resist. She tried to escape. But the more he hurt her, the deeper she fell. Just when she thought he finally loved her... She discovered the truth - he never wanted her. He only wanted her eyes - eyes that reminded him of someone else. A twisted marriage. A secret past. A love born from vengeance.

Lyra has survived by staying invisible-quiet, unnoticed, and forgotten by the world of wolves she was born into. When she is summoned to the Nightfall Pack's Gathering, she expects nothing more than another reminder of how little she belongs. What she doesn't expect is Kade. As the last Alpha capable of holding the fractured territories together, Kade has learned to master control over both his pack and the beast within him. But the moment Lyra steps into the moonlight, the balance he's spent years protecting begins to fracture. The bond between them awakens without warning-dangerous, undeniable, and politically disastrous. Lyra doesn't want the attention. Kade doesn't want to risk his pack. Yet the moon does not make mistakes. With rival Alphas watching, a restless council demanding answers, and a past Lyra has buried clawing its way back to the surface, the question is no longer whether the bond exists- But whether choosing it will destroy them both.

I was a top-tier model with a fiancé I trusted to manage every cent I earned. I thought we were building a life together until a blown fuse at the studio sent me home twenty minutes early. The silence of the penthouse was broken by a trail of clothes: Haywood’s silk tie, then a red-soled stiletto that belonged to Brandy, the girl I had mentored like a sister. Through the bedroom door, I watched the man I loved tell his mistress that I was "yesterday's news" while they tangled in the sheets I had picked out six months ago. I didn't scream; I just turned to leave, but the betrayal went deeper than the bedroom. When I checked my banking app, my balance was exactly $12.45. Haywood had liquidated every holding account and savings entry I owned, using a "tax strategy" he’d convinced me of to steal my entire past. Within hours, the man who robbed me was planting stories in the press, claiming I was having a drug-fueled breakdown. He wanted me penniless, homeless, and discredited so no one would believe the truth. He even tried to force me into a "rehab" facility to silence me forever while he promoted his pregnant mistress. I stood on a New York curb with nothing left but a desperate, insane idea born from a headline on my phone. Isham Rhodes, the most ruthless CEO in the city, needed a wife by thirty to keep his empire, and I needed a shield to survive mine. "Mr. Rhodes, I hear you need a puppet," I said, intercepting him in the rain outside City Hall. "I don't want your love. I want a legal document that makes me untouchable." He didn't ask for a romance; he asked for my ID. Now, with a billionaire’s black card in my pocket and a marriage certificate in my hand, I’m going back to the agency to take back everything they stole. The war has just begun.

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.

The day I left the hospital, I unexpectedly saw Grant with a woman at a prenatal clinic. Seeing him support her with a smile felt like a stab to my heart. When he turned to look at me, surprise flickered across his face. We acted like “strangers” in front of the woman, exchanging polite words. Following my divorce from Grant, he lost it when he saw me in the arms of another man on the street. After spending a few days recovering in the hospital, today I was finally getting discharged. I'd arranged for a decent outfit to be brought to me, hoping to leave behind the air of illness. Carrying a small bag of personal belongings, I walked out of the hospital ward. "Grant!" Something like a sixth sense made me turn towards the voice. Not far off stood a couple, the woman’s arm linked with the man’s, his hand resting gently on her belly, cherishing the new life within.

The call came when I was folding laundry, the phone's shrill ring cutting through the quiet afternoon like a blade. "Mrs. Webb? This is Nurse Patel from Memorial Hospital. Your daughter Estrella has been in an accident." My hands froze mid-fold, a tiny pink sock slipping from my fingers. "What happened? Is she okay?" "She's alive, but in critical condition. You need to come immediately." I don't remember dropping the phone or grabbing my keys. The drive to the hospital passed in a blur of red lights and honking horns as I weaved through traffic, my heart hammering against my ribs. "Please God, please God," I whispered, tears blurring my vision.

The American Express alert chimed on my phone at exactly 2:47 PM, interrupting my review of quarterly investment reports. I glanced at the notification with the casual indifference of someone accustomed to substantial charges—until I saw the amount. Six thousand dollars. Hermès Beverly Hills. I set down my Mont Blanc pen, the burgundy leather of my home office chair creaking as I leaned back. Six thousand dollars wasn't unusual for our household expenses, but something about this particular charge felt off. Tanner typically consulted me about major purchases, a courtesy born from years of managing our combined finances with military precision. I opened the detailed statement on my laptop, my manicured fingers clicking across the keyboard with practiced efficiency. The transaction details populated: one limited-edition children's backpack, custom monogrammed, purchased for immediate delivery to the Shaw residence on Maple Drive. Atlas and Eliana's address.

For years, I was Faron Blackwell' s "whipping post." A cruel pact with his mother forced me to endure one hundred public humiliations for his affairs, a living tally of his conquests. I was a joke to high society, the wife who couldn't keep her husband. After the final scandal, I discovered I was pregnant. But Faron, repulsed by the scars his family' s punishments left on my body, hadn't touched me in months. He was convinced the child wasn't his. He ordered his mistress, a doctor, to terminate the pregnancy. "Make sure she feels every bit of it," he said. "No anesthesia." To force a confession about a lover who never existed, he trapped me and the children from my non-profit in a building and set off a bomb. As the inferno raged, I heard him screaming my name. I ran straight into the flames, ready to end the nightmare. But Faron didn't know his own mother had a different escape plan for me all along.

On the eve of my wedding, a viral TikTok revealed my fiancé had married another woman a week ago. When I confronted him, Jacob called it a "pity marriage." He dismissed our seven years together, offered me cash to shut up, and when I refused, he slapped me across the face. "You're the other woman now," he snarled, threatening to ruin me if I spoke out. The worst part? I was pregnant with his child. To break free from this monster, I made a heartbreaking choice and secretly terminated the pregnancy. When you have nothing left to lose, you become unstoppable. Tonight, at the live-streamed Tech Innovators Gala where he plans to accept our award with his new wife, I'm taking the stage. I'm not just taking back my company-I'm burning his entire world to the ground.

“Look at that creamy little mess. You’re leaking like a broken faucet, Sonia. Every heartbeat’s pushing more out.” Alex circled to her other side, stroking himself lazily, smearing the remnants of his earlier release along his shaft. “She’s always done that,” he said, almost reverent. “One good f**king and her c*nt turns into a cream factory. Used to soak through my sheets in minutes. Thick, white and sticky, like she’s cumming whipped cream.” "Sucking... Fucking... Anal s*x with the Strangers." Slutty Sonia craves the forbidden thrill of anonymous alpha strangers. In a steamy club private lounge, she drops to her knees, surrendering to different towering, veiny monsters, long, meaty c**ks pulsing with raw dominance. Precum drips as she worships them greedily, her drenched p**sy aching for brutal claiming. Bound in crimson ropes as she begs for their savage release, lost in filthy ecstasy. One wild night rewrites her as their eternal slut.

Two days before her wedding, Serena Vale thinks she has everything. Love. Stability. A new job. A perfect future. That is until she finds out her fiancé has been cheating on her and is unapologetic about it. Broken-hearted, she leaves alone for what was supposed to be their honeymoon where she runs into two powerful billionaires. Rafael and Nikolai are supposed to be rivals, but little does the world know that they share a lot of interests, including the same woman. They both want her. They both claim her. And neither of them wants to let her go.

I was the Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, bound in a political marriage to Alpha Jace for three miserable years. But because I was a "wolfless" runt, he never touched me. Instead, he moved his late brother's widow and her bratty son into my wing, publicly treating her as his true mate. He let her son destroy my parents' only surviving photograph and demanded I apologize to the boy. When my cruel grandmother summoned us to the Winter Solstice Conclave—a deadly trial—Jace knew I would be brutally tortured if I arrived without my Alpha. Yet, he chose to stay home to comfort his mistress over a fake stomach ache. "I never wanted a wolfless mate," he had sneered, abandoning me. He handed me over to the Blackwood Pack's Terrace of Correction. Forced to my knees, the silver-laced stone burned my flesh while the blizzard froze my blood. As my vision darkened, I realized he had intentionally sent me here to die. I had swallowed my pride for three years, hiding my true identity and the signed rejection papers I had tricked him into signing, only to be thrown away like trash for another woman's fake tears. Just as I prepared to let the darkness take me, the impenetrable iron gates of the Keep were obliterated by a massive black Maybach. Baron, my terrifying Lycan cousin, stepped into the storm and scooped my scorched body into his arms. "Short every stock tied to the Silvermoon name," he ordered into his phone, his eyes locked on my abusers. "I want Jace begging on his knees by sunrise."

After being cheated on by her fiancé and thrown out by her family, Adelina impulsively married a hotel staff member, hoping for a peaceful, ordinary life. She resolved to keep things simple, never expecting that the so-called hotel staffer she married was actually a secret billionaire who showered her with adoration. News spread quickly that the recently exposed impostor heiress of the Shaw family-really just a maid's daughter-had married a nobody. People sneered, calling it a perfect match, until the day both of their true identities stunned everyone who ever doubted them. The head of an international consortium? The sister of the richest man in another country? What on earth was happening?!

I stood in the center of the Nichols penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows showed the glittering skyline of the Upper East Side. It was the empire we built together. Or rather, the one I helped him take back. Kane stood by the massive marble kitchen island. He wore a dark, perfectly tailored suit. His jaw was set tight. He looked every bit the ruthless billionaire he was now. He didn't look like the broken, penniless outcast I washed shirts for in our cramped Brooklyn studio five years ago. "I'm marrying Irene," he said.

Penelope thought she was her husband's one and only love. Until she caught him in bed with her twin sister. Penelope Verdant has lived her life as a pawn and slave to her family desiring freedom. The only happiness in her life was her marriage of four years. She believed her husband loved her, he treated her well and never gave her a reason to doubt his love. But when she finds out he's been sleeping with her sister longer than she's been married to him, she becomes disillusioned with her marriage. She wants revenge for her wasted years. She files for divorce, only for her husband to reject it. Backed into a corner, she seeks help from a man she should never have sought out. The man known as The Devil of Deals, an elusive billionaire who wants nothing more than to possess her completely. His price is costly, one she isn't sure she can afford. But marriage is an even worse fate than selling her soul. Will she get her revenge, shatter the chains of her old life, and rise as the queen? Or will she sink into the depths of hell? The path from pawn to queen isn't an easy one...and the Devil is not patient. (Content Warning: this is a dark billionaire romance containing mature themes including but not limited to: explicit sexual content, unhealthy obsession, toxic love, forbidden love, pain and blood kink, physical and sexual abuse (not between main characters), taboo family dynamics, a lot of swearing, and violence. Morality is but a friendly suggestion to the characters of this story. Proceed with caution.) THE THALORIAN PANTHEON SAGA LINEUP: BOOK 1.0: FALLING INTO THE DEVIL'S BED. BOOK 2.0: INFERNAL LILY (coming soon). BOOK 0.5: HIS HEAVENLY CURSE (coming soon).

Rain pelted against the windshield of my parked BMW, creating a rhythmic soundtrack to my shattering world. I sat motionless outside the Manhattan courthouse, my trembling fingers clutching my phone so tightly my knuckles had turned white. The screen displayed what should have been impossible—Instagram photos of Ethan, my fiancé of five years, standing in a crisp black tuxedo beside my heavily pregnant younger sister, Emma. Their matching gold bands gleamed under the courthouse lights. I couldn't breathe. Five years. Five years of supporting him through every failure, every setback, every moment of doubt. Five years of putting his tech startup before my own marketing career. Five years of planning our future while my father lay comatose, his last conscious wish to see me happily married. A sob escaped my throat, raw and painful.

I spent the entire day preparing for Valentine's Day. Our dining room looked like something from a romantic movie set—candles flickering across the white tablecloth, fresh roses in crystal vases, and Evan's favorite meal perfectly arranged on our best china. The kitchen still smelled of the beef bourguignon I'd spent hours preparing. I checked my watch again—7:30 PM. Evan was already an hour late. "He'll be here any minute," I whispered to myself, adjusting the silverware for the third time. "He's probably just stuck in traffic." My phone buzzed with a text from Evan: "Running late. Don't wait up." Don't wait up? On Valentine's Day? I sighed, blowing out the candles one by one.

Three years. Three years of loving Jake Morrison with every fiber of my being. Three years of supporting his dreams, celebrating his victories, and planning our future together. Tonight was supposed to be special—our anniversary dinner at Maison Laurent, the restaurant where we'd had our first date. I checked my reflection in the rearview mirror, smoothing a strand of hair behind my ear. The bouquet of white roses—his favorite—lay on the passenger seat beside me. I'd left work early to pick them up, along with a vintage watch I'd been saving for months to buy him. Jake had been working late all week on the Henderson campaign, and I wanted to surprise him, to remind him that even in the midst of his rising career at Blackstone Entertainment, we still had each other. The elevator hummed as it carried me to the fourteenth floor. The office was nearly empty at this hour, most of the staff having left for the day.

The day the exam results were released, Coleson, the future Alpha of the Blue Moon Pack, threw an extravagant celebration for Jazmin, who had just ascended to the rank of Beta. I was the only one left off the guest list. Later, I saw the fireworks display he meticulously planned for the New York skyline trending online, and quietly changed my pack training application from the Blue Moon Pack to the Silver Fang Pack. Eighteen years of growing up side by side couldn’t withstand the allure of the unexpected. I never imagined I’d lose to someone I had once supported. But this time, it seemed I truly couldn’t forgive Coleson. --- By chance, I saved a video from our pack’s group chat before it got deleted. That’s how I discovered the lavish celebration Coleson organized for Jazmin that night. When the results were announced, Jazmin shrieked and threw herself into Coleson’s arms. “Coleson, I can join the Blue Moon Pack as Beta now,” she exclaimed.