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My husband studied the fertility report on his desk with the same cold precision he used to order executions. On our fifth anniversary, he didn't give me diamonds. He checked his Rolex and delivered the sentence that ended my life. "Your genetic profile is defective, Catarina." He didn't just ask for a divorce. He pressed a button on his intercom, and a woman walked in. She was loud, chewing gum, and wearing a dress that was too tight. "This is Aria," Alex said, his voice flat. "She is a vessel. She will carry the heir your body cannot produce." He claimed it was just business, that she would be exiled once the child was born. But at my birthday gala, when Aria tripped into a champagne tower, the truth shattered along with the glass. I was the one bleeding, a jagged shard slicing my arm. But Alex didn't look at me. He threw his body over her. He cradled his mistress, screaming for a doctor to check the baby, while I stood there with blood dripping onto the marble floor, completely invisible. I watched him give his own blood to save her in the clinic later that night. I saw the way he looked at her—not like a vessel, but like a prize. He thought I would stay. He thought I was the obedient Mafia wife who would raise his mistress's child to save the family image. So when he handed me a stack of papers to "protect the assets," he was too arrogant to read them. He didn't notice the header read *Decree of Divorce*. While he was busy buying baby clothes for a child that didn't even exist, I wiped my identity from the servers, signed the papers he blindly authorized, and boarded a one-way jet to Paris. By the time he realizes his "heir" is a fraud, I will already be a ghost.

I was staring at the two pink lines on the plastic stick, trembling with the terrifying joy of carrying the heir to the New York underworld’s most ruthless faction. Then the intercom buzzed, and a voice splintered my world. "The little art student actually thinks I'm going to marry her? It was just a game to pass the time while you were in Europe, Estella." I froze. My boyfriend, Holden, was in the next room, laughing with the daughter of his rival. He explained that I was just a "clean civilian image" he needed to secure a business deal. Now that the deal was signed, he was dumping the "stray" to marry the "Queen." I tried to run, but freedom only lasted forty-eight hours. Holden didn't just break my heart; he turned my terror into content. He kidnapped me, tied me to a chair at the edge of a cliff, and forced me to choose between my life and his new fiancée's. Then, he pushed me off the edge. As gravity snatched me, I heard him laughing. I landed on a stunt airbag. It was just a "social experiment." A sick prank for his amusement. "Don't be so dramatic, Kenia," he called down. "It's just a game." He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a prop in his life. But he forgot that I knew his secrets. I dragged my injured body to a payphone and dialed the one number Holden told me to fear—the rival Don, Gael Simpson. "It's Kenia," I whispered, clutching the receiver like a lifeline. "I'm calling in the debt."

After years of a freezing, loveless marriage, my billionaire husband Israel finally threw me out to make room for his new lover, Ayla. Before I even packed my bags, he ordered a crew to shred the Dogwood tree in our backyard and pour thick concrete into the crater, claiming it was a symbol of my infidelity. He didn't know that buried beneath those roots was the urn containing the ashes of our unborn baby. Stripped of everything, I tried to rebuild my shattered life by securing a supporting role in an indie film. But Israel bought the entire production studio just to cast Ayla as the lead, demanding I act as her pathetic stepping stone. When I refused, he cornered me on set with a sickening audio recording. "We want one million dollars. This will ruin Karen forever." It was my own parents. They had forged my medical records, planning to sell a story to the tabloids that I was a violent, delusional schizophrenic. Israel smiled coldly, threatening to lock me in a padded room on an involuntary psychiatric hold unless I signed an unpaid contract to serve Ayla unconditionally. My own flesh and blood had sold me out to a ruthless monster for cash. Staring at the extortion contract, the last shred of desperation and love in my chest burned away into cold, gray ash. To survive a monster, you have to become one. I picked up his pen, violently signed my name, and prepared to rip his precious Ayla to shreds on camera.

Yorick Hill is the second son of retired Alpha Warren and Luna Yara. His brother took over the pack two years ago and Yorick finds himself without a place in the pack or world. In an effort to find his way, he applies to the elite Warrior Academy, a highly sought after school that trains warriors into elite fighting machines. Cyra Teymoori is an Alpha female caught in an arranged mate bond. Her father arranged the bond to solidify the alliance between her pack and the pack of her betrothed. She is unhappy about the arranged mate bond and in an effort to delay the inevitable, she applied to the Warrior Academy and was admitted. Neither her father nor her betrothed are happy about her choice, but neither is willing to look away from the prestige that comes from her acceptance. When Yorick enters the Academy, he expects the year to be difficult. What he doesn't expect is to find his mate. At first, he's thrilled, until he finds out that she's expected to accept a chosen mate bond with a neighboring pack. Furious that his mate is being pressured to ignore their fated bond, Yorick tries to convince her that she should accept him. They can leave after they finish the Academy and find jobs together. He will look after her, even if it means accepting a handout from his brother to give her stability. But Cyra is hiding a secret, one that she's unwilling to share with Yorick. What will happen when the secret comes out and the real reason for the alliance bond comes to light? Can Yorick prove to Cyra that he wants her because she was meant to be his?

On the morning Victor Langston signed the divorce papers without reading them, Serena Vale was already three steps ahead. For six years she cooked his meals, raised his profile, and buried her own architecture degree in a drawer—while he paraded Natasha Weir through every room Serena had decorated. The day he handed her a settlement check and told her to be grateful, she signed it, smiled, and walked into the office of Cole Harrington, the rival tycoon the Langston family feared most. Three years later, Victor stood at a groundbreaking ceremony to beg Harrington Group for a lifeline. The project director who walked out to meet him was his ex-wife—carrying blueprints, a new last name, and zero interest in his apology.

CAUTION: This has MATURE CONTENT. Read only if comfortable with genres like this. 18+. Evan Hart's heart aches as he watches the man he secretly loves suffer from the disappearance of his fiancée who is also his older brother. It's even more painful because Evan knows the truth—His elder brother wasn't kidnapped; he ran off with someone else, abandoning everything. Unable to bear the sight of Nathan Collins, the man he loves, falling apart, Evan makes a desperate and unthinkable decision: to become a substitute for his brother. What starts as an attempt to be close to Nathan quickly spirals into a tangled web of passion, possessiveness, and deception.

"At a time when I needed you most, you ended our relationship. You claimed that I wasn't the one you loved, called me a whore, and said that I wasn't your type from the start. So what do you expect me to do?" "Beg!" Michael responded immediately. "I anticipate that you will plead for mercy." "You don't deserve my plea, Michael. You're not worth my tears..." She was about to say more when Michael forcefully kissed her, making it difficult for her to breathe. "Is that why you sold yourself to Kelvin?" He inquired after releasing her lips. Nora wiped her lips with her knotted hands. She looked at him fearlessly and replied, "Who I sell myself to is none of your concern. As the whore you called me, you shouldn't be keeping track of how many men I sleep with." Her response enraged Michael, and he pushed her and raped her, only to discover that she was still a virgin. If he begs for a second chance, will Nora ever forgive him?

My wife's lifeless body ended up being the birthday gift for my childhood friend. When we were younger, a lapse on my part drove us apart for years. But when we reconnected, seeing my childhood friend's face—the uncanny resemblance to my wife's hit me like a revelation. The man I believed loved me was in fact captivated only by the face I wore. For my friend’s first birthday back, my husband stood before me, his expression cold. "Alani says she's lonely and wants you to keep her company. You ought to," he commanded. Alani broke my hand, and as I lay on the floor in pain, weeping, he coldly remarked, "A broken hand isn't the end of the world, as long as Alani's pleased." When Alani slashed my face, my husband merely furrowed his brow. "Looks like Alani's still holding a grudge against me for finding a stand-in," he said. When Alani tucked me into a gift box as her own birthday present, Elijah just gazed at her indulgently.

I couldn't breathe. The spotlight that had once felt warm now burned against my skin as I stood frozen on the stage of the Seattle Convention Center. The room of five hundred scientists and academics had fallen into a shocked silence that pressed against my eardrums like water at crushing depths. "My wife, Cecilia Bennett, did not create this research," Jericho's voice rang out, clear and confident, from the third row. My husband—the man who had kissed me good luck this morning—now stood with perfect posture, his blue eyes cold as he addressed the audience rather than me. "I regret to inform you all that the work being celebrated today was stolen from Dr. Gabriella Wright, a brilliant young researcher whose trust was betrayed." The microphone in my hand suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. I watched as Gabriella—my former student, the woman I had mentored for three years—rose slowly beside my husband, her expression a perfect mask of reluctant vindication. "That's not true," I finally managed, my voice barely audible even through the microphone. The room swam before my eyes as Jericho approached the stage, a manila folder in his hand.

On the way back to the pack, I complained to Raiden about Giovanna pushing me to the ground. He accused me of faking it for sympathy and sent me to the rogue lands for "training." Two years of hardship left me emaciated, barely clinging to life. I thought he would come to take me back, but instead, he dragged me out to donate blood for Giovanna. "Two years of training haven’t humbled you yet? Still playing the victim!" "Giovanna is severely anemic, and you’re the only one with a matching scent in the entire pack. If you delay and make her condition worse, you’ll regret it!" He didn’t listen to my explanations and forced me into the car. He didn’t know that two years in the rogue lands had left me with a rare illness. I had only a month left, and forcibly donating blood would cut that down to five days. --- Raiden dragged me into the hospital, his aura cold and unyielding. Not a single word of concern passed his lips.

The rain started just as they lowered the former Alpha into the ground. I stood beside my husband, Alpha Trenton Stone, my head bowed in what everyone assumed was grief. The black veil over my face hid more than tears—it hid the careful blankness I'd perfected over three years of this marriage. Around us, the Greystone Pack mourned their fallen leader with howls that cut through the October wind. I didn't howl. I couldn't. The wolfless Luna never could. That's what they whispered, anyway. I caught the words drifting from the cluster of she-wolves near the oak tree: "Such a waste of space." "Poor Alpha Trenton, stuck with a dud." "At least she's pretty to look at." I'd heard worse. I'd learned to let it slide off me like water off glass.

BLURB "Please," I moaned into Darcy's lips, trying to get away from him even though my body craved him intensely. Adrian Martinez has already lost everything, her parents, her freedom, and the child she was told never took a breath. Betrayed by the man she loved, framed for crimes she didn't commit, and branded an ex-convict, she's forced to start over in a world that refuses to forgive her. When she stumbles into a nanny position for a billionaire's little girl, Adrian knows it's her last chance at survival. But nothing could prepare her for Damien Darcy,the cold, ruthless CEO who doesn't believe in love, not after his heart was shattered. To him, women are nothing but gold diggers. To her, men are nothing but destroyers. Yet the spark between them is undeniable... dangerous. The little girl clings to Adrian as though she's more than a stranger. Darcy recognizes something in Adrian he's been haunted by for years. And when desire turns into a forbidden night of passion, secrets from their pasts unravel, exposing lies, betrayals, and a truth that could bind them forever... or ruin them both.

Bella has loved Alex since college, but all she ever got in return was cold rejection. Born into wealth and privilege, Alex was destined to marry Linda-the perfect match for his elite bloodline. But on the day of their grand wedding, Linda vanished, leaving him humiliated at the altar. Desperate to protect the family's reputation, Bella did the unthinkable-she stepped in as his bride. Three years of devotion, three years of being the perfect daughter-in-law, three years of trying to earn love from a man who never wanted her, and three years of enduring the Hayes family's cruelty. Bella finally snapped out of her reverie when the Hayes sweetheart, Linda returned, determined to claim Alex back. Bella demands a divorce, but strangely, Alex refuses to let her go. He proposes a deal with her, to keep her trapped by his side. But will he be able to melt her already icy heart and keep her for long?

Aurora Steele is a young and vibrant heiress rooted in the Italian Mafia. After breaking up with the love of her life Ethan, she is faced with the imposing figure of Damien Dmitri, a ruthless Mafia Lord who steps in, shattering her dreams. He is the most powerful man in the city –and her family's most hated enemy. Caught in the middle, Aurora must make the most difficult decision of her life; a choice between love and family. In a bid to save her family, she must marry Damien's son and heir to the Russian Mafia, Ryan Dmitri, to pay off her father's crippling debts. Aurora finds herself helpless in the hands of Ryan Dmitri, a handsome, arrogant playboy who always has women throwing themselves at him. . What will she do when she discovers that she has developed an undeniable attraction for the man whom she is supposed to hate and is pregnant with his child? Can a love sparked in the flash of a moment withstand the darkness of old debts and new enemies, or will their future be snuffed out before it can truly begin? Will Aurora be able to navigate her way in a world of shadows? Will she ever find her happily ever after? Read more to find out.

One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise. Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days. The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?

The ration card felt different in my hands—thinner, perhaps, or maybe it was just my imagination playing tricks on me. I'd been reviewing our monthly supplies, a routine task that had become increasingly critical as food shortages worsened across the city. The government's response to rising sea levels had been to consolidate resources, which meant careful management of every crumb that entered our home. "Devon, could you double-check these numbers?" I called out, my finger tracing the edge of the card. Something wasn't right. My husband appeared in the doorway, his expression already irritated. "What is it now, Kailani? I'm busy." "The allocation doesn't match what we received last week." I held up the card, squinting at the faded print. The names listed didn't seem quite right. Devon crossed the room in three quick strides, snatching the card from my hands.

On her wedding day, bride Elena is drugged by maid-of-honor Sarah, dumped in a river and left for dead so Sarah can wed Elena’s fiancé Marcus. Elena survives, rescued by Victoria Chen, who gives her a new identity and spy gear. Elena plants cameras in the couple’s home, spritzes her perfume on Sarah’s pillow and leaves her hair on Marcus’s sink—ghosting them nightly. Watching them grow paranoid, Elena prepares to turn their guilt into terror and reclaim the life they erased.

The taxi pulled up to our brownstone three hours earlier than Grant expected me home. I'd managed to wrap up my business meetings ahead of schedule, eager to surprise my husband with the good news about the contract I'd secured. Three years of marriage, and I still felt that flutter of excitement at the thought of seeing him unexpectedly. I slipped my key into the lock as quietly as possible, picturing his face when I walked through the door. The house was silent except for the low murmur of Grant's voice coming from his study. He was probably on a business call—he always worked late when I was away. "I never meant for it to go this far," I heard him say, his voice carrying through the partially open door. Something in his tone made me pause in the hallway, my hand still clutching my overnight bag. "You know I never loved her, not really. It was always you, Mallory." My sister's name hit me like a physical blow.

Peggy Santini’s world shatters when her father’s debt to the Messina crime family comes with an unimaginable price: one of his daughters must repay it. Forced to assume her sister’s identity and enter the dark, seductive world of The Velvet Room, Peggy becomes a pawn in a dangerous game controlled by the ruthless Giuseppe Messina. Every night is a battle for survival, every glance from Messina a reminder of the power he holds over her. When she finally escapes into the city’s underground, Peggy realizes that fleeing is only the beginning—the Messina family’s reach is long, their obsession relentless. Haunted by betrayal, danger, and the relentless pursuit of a man who refuses to lose what he claims, Peggy must navigate a world where trust is a liability, survival is an art, and freedom may come at the highest cost imaginable.

"Mia." The single word was a command. I lifted my head, meeting his steel-gray eyes for just a moment before dropping my gaze again. I knew the cruelty that lived beneath that handsome exterior. "Come here." My legs moved without conscious thought, eight years of conditioning overriding any instinct for self-preservation. I stopped directly in front of Harry, close enough to smell his cologne—cedar and bergamot, scents that had once meant safety but now only meant danger. "Tell them," Harry said, his voice carrying across the room with perfect clarity. "Tell them what you told me. About your father. About what you deserve." My throat felt like sandpaper. "I..." The words stuck in my throat like broken glass. "Louder, Mia. I don't think everyone heard you." I lifted my chin slightly. "These punishments are what I deserve." The silence that followed was deafening. "For my father's crimes," I continued, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "For what we did to you. For ruining your life. These punishments are what I deserve." "You see, Marcus?" Harry's voice was conversational now, as if we were discussing the weather. "Justice isn't always pretty. But it's necessary."

Blurb WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION "I, Henry Ethan, hereby reject you, Niylah Harry, as my mate," his words echoed through the speaker, sending shockwaves through the crowd of students. Niylah, a 20-year-old girl, was known for being a weak omega. Coming from a poor family only made her situation worse. Despite the hardships, she managed to secure a scholarship and gain admission to the most popular school in New York, She got bullied every day because of her status. The school is filled with rich Alphas who despise the fact that she's just a regular Omega trying to find her place in between. Despite the bullied from her colleagues, she faced her studies and always prayed for a mate who would love and accept her, but her dreams were shattered when she discovered that her mate was the most popular young Alpha on campus who ended up rejecting her. Her bullying became immense when the students found out about her mate. While avoiding the student bullies, she unexpectedly found another mate who showed her care and protected her from the torment. But suddenly, her first mate, who had previously rejected her, came pleading, asking her to please accept him as her mate. Would she accept him again or stay with the one who showed her love? Why did her first mate return? And what happens when he vows to get her back at all costs?

I followed behind Alpha Manuel for three hundred years. After the ninety-ninth time he gave up on me, I finally stopped. I offered myself to the Sealing Ritual, disappearing completely from his world. But Manuel’s eyes turned red as he swore to find me, no matter where I went: “Adele, come back!” But the Adele who once followed him no longer existed in this world. ============================== “Adele, are you sure about this? The Sealing Ritual is incredibly dangerous. Even with your unique scent and aura, if something goes wrong, you’ll be gone forever. You have to survive to make this sacrifice worth it…” My expression was resolute. “Alpha Christopher, I’m sure. Protecting the werewolf realm from corruption is the duty of my lineage.

My mother cursed me with her dying breath, calling me a "cursed child" and damning me to hell. But I refused to let her hatred define me. To survive, I assumed the identity of my adoptive parents’ daughter and entered the Blue Pack as an Omega, the lowest of the low. To thrive, I watched as the Lycan Princess, Iliana Hicks, fell into the raging river during a pack run. When I pulled her from the icy waters in front of the entire pack, I became her most trusted servant. But peace was fleeting. War broke out between the Blue Pack and the Red Pack, and the once-proud halls of the Blue Pack’s territory were soon drenched in blood. Iliana and I were captured and brought to the enemy’s camp, our fates uncertain. --- “Did you hear? The Lycan Princess is among the prisoners tonight.

I'm Sana. I once became a surrogate for Selina, the former Luna, as I desperately needed money to save my mother. After giving birth to Angela, Selina passed away, and I was bound by a three - year contract with Alpha Frank. During those years, I endured so much. Angela, influenced by Yulia, Selina's sister, treated me horribly. She stuck gum in my hair, threw stones at me, and put a dead rat in my bed. Alpha Frank, consumed by grief for Selina, used me as a stand - in, then cruelly rejected me. When the contract ended, I tried to leave, but was framed and thrown into a cellar. Finally, I escaped to Mountain Ridge Pack, my mother's home. There, I met Daniel, and we became close. When Alpha Frank and Angela found me, Angela apologized, but I refused to go back. Now, with Daniel by my side, I'm ready to embrace a new, happy life.