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When Valdez asked Evangeline Swiss to be their surrogate, they had no idea they were related in a whole twisted plot. Their families were tangled in a way that was dangerous but unknown to them. Their coming together wasn't meant to be. The instant their relationship became public; series of events began to unfold that threatened not just their relationship but their very existence. For billionaire Jason Valdez, getting a surrogate was the last thing he wanted. Heck, he was losing his wife. Who cares about raising a child? But he had a dying wish to keep. His wife; Ellen needed him to be happy and, on her dying bed, pushed the Swiss lady to her. Judging by their first meeting, he had nothing nice to say about Evangeline Swiss, blond, savvy and a curvy woman who wears her heart on her face. Evangeline Swiss, a smart business tycoon, ended a successful business meeting with shocking news. The Internet was splattered with naked pictures of her best friend and her boyfriend. It was a bitter pill she was forced to swallow. So, when told about a surrogacy proposal, she found the idea interesting. So, for fun, she chose to be one. What she didn't expect was falling in love with the hooded blue-eyed father of her baby. And just when she was settling into the rhythm of their romance, the storm rises. She wonders if their coming together was not even manipulated from the beginning. And how was she to face this history their families shared despite the odds? Would these two souls find peace amidst the raging wars all around them? And can they make their relationship work despite shocking revelations that threaten to force them apart?

Lily's world shatters when her mother marries Alpha Kane, because his son Derek is the same boy who tried to kill her wolf companion three years ago. Now Derek is back, stronger and colder than ever, and he claims Lily owes him a life-debt for a secret she doesn't even remember. Living under the same roof, they must hide their past from their parents while ancient pack laws force them together. As enemies become reluctant allies, Lily discovers the truth about that terrible day, and realizes the real monster might not be the boy she's been taught to hate.

Druscilla Hayes thought heartbreak had a limit. She was wrong. On the night of her bachelorette party, she survives a shootout - and is rescued by a dangerously irresistible stranger with mismatched eyes and a criminal smile. Ivanov Rodriguez is everything she shouldn't want. Everything her perfect fiance is not. But when Druscilla discovers her fiancé's betrayal, she runs straight into Ivanov's arms - only to learn too late that she was never more than a pawn in his revenge. Years later, she's rebuilt her life, her heart, and her future. Until fate drags her back into the orbit of the man who once ruined her. This time, she has nothing left to lose. Except the truth that could destroy them both ⚠️ WARNING: This book contains immorality, forbidden desire, dangerous attraction, and morally questionable characters. If you believe love should always be pure and choices should always be right... This story is not for you. Proceed only if you enjoy chaos, passion, and bad decisions.

The rain slashed against the windshield of the Mercedes, a relentless drumbeat matching the suffocating tension inside the cabin. I gripped the leather steering wheel, my knuckles stark white under the dashboard’s glow. Beside me, my mother stared out at the blurred taillights of the New York highway, oblivious to the heavy silence emanating from the backseat. Julian. My husband of three years, my protector of eighteen. He sat directly behind me, his broad shoulders encased in a charcoal bespoke suit. And beside him—Jane. My adopted sister. She wore a pristine, pastel-pink cashmere cardigan, her hands folded neatly in her lap. Then, the tires lost the road.

After five years of IVF and seven months of pregnancy, Lucy went into premature labor. She was hemorrhaging, her life hanging by a thread. The husband who had always professed to love her to the bone was nowhere to be found. Neither was the college girl he had kept on standby as her emergency blood donor. She wanted to scream his name, to demand an answer, but another contraction seized her—a tearing agony that threatened to split her body apart. "Ryan... Where's Ryan?" Watching her sister's face blanch with pain, Amy wept as she dialled her brother-in-law’s number thirty-two times. Each call was met only by the desperate, endless tone of a busy signal. "The mother has a rare blood type! We're running out!" "Her blood pressure's still dropping!" "Didn't Mr. Ryan arrange a backup donor? Where is she?!" Faced with the doctor's furious shouts, Amy trembled, tears streaming down her face. "My brother-in-law's phone... it's switched off." Before she could say more, another violent contraction twisted Lucy's abdomen. Before her consciousness faded, Lucy cast one last glance toward the operating room door. Ryan still hadn't come. She didn't know how much time had passed when she finally woke in the hospital bed. Her hand moved to her flat, empty stomach, and a wave of crushing dread and grief washed over her. "The baby..." Struggling to sit up, she searched for her child, but saw only her red-eyed sister. "Lucy... I thought you'd never wake up..." "The baby... where's my baby?!" Her voice was a frail thread as she clutched Amy's sleeve, tears brimming. "The doctors said they couldn't save her... It was too dangerous. If they hadn't performed the C-section, you wouldn't have made it..." "Where's Ryan?" Amy's expression darkened. "I've been here for three days and nights. He hasn't come." Her sister's words made Lucy's world spin. The heartache hit like a physical blow, threatening to drag her back into the darkness. Her precious baby, nurtured for seven months and filled with so many hopes and dreams, had never even opened her eyes to see this world. This was the child Ryan had longed for day and night. Yet now, as the father, he hadn't bothered to see them even once. Gasping for air, Lucy dialled Ryan's number again. This time, his assistant answered. "Where is Ryan?" Faced with her demand, the assistant hesitated. "Mr. Ryan... is busy." The man's evasive tone sent a chill straight through Lucy's heart. "Tell Ryan to come to the hospital. Now." Wiping her tears, she hung up with a sharp click. With Amy's support, Lucy finally went to the morgue to see that tiny, cold form. Her baby, the one she couldn't protect. A little girl. Lucy bent, breathing warm air onto the child's icy little hand. "Sweetheart, Mommy's taking you home." Cradling her daughter, Lucy walked with purpose to a specific address—the apartment where Ryan kept the college girl, Ruth. She wanted Ryan to see their child one last time. But as she reached the door, she saw him through the gap, soothing a sobbing girl in his arms, his voice gentle as water. "Shh, it's alright. Don't cry." "If you're scared, we won't go. Okay?" Tears streaked Ruth's face, her eyes red-rimmed. "I wanted to go... I was just too afraid..." "Be good, Ruth. Don't be scared. We just won't go." Lucy stood outside the door. It felt like a thousand blades were being driven into her heart, the pain so sharp she could barely breathe. While she had been balanced between life and death, the man she loved was here, comforting another, younger girl. The Ryan who had once risked his life for her had finally changed. He had, after all, risked his life for her three times. At eighteen, he had shielded her in earthquake rubble for three days and nights, giving her the chance to be rescued first while he nearly died. At twenty-one, he had charged alone into a kidnapper's den for her, taking three bullets. The last one had missed his heart by a single millimetre; he'd fought for his life in the hospital for seven days and nights. At twenty-five, when everyone opposed their marriage, Ryan had willingly endured his family's punishment—five broken ribs—just to force them all to accept Lucy. After their wedding, Lucy had basked in that hard-won happiness. So when Ryan said he wanted a child, despite her extreme difficulty conceiving, she pushed her body to its limits. Countless rounds of IVF later, she finally became pregnant. Once she was pregnant, he became even more devoted. Not only that, Ryan had found a college girl with Lucy's rare blood type and installed her in an apartment, a ready supply of emergency blood for when Lucy gave birth. Lucy had questioned it once, but his smile had dispelled her doubts. "Even with a baby on the way, you're still my little jealous one?" "Don't overthink it. She's just insurance, for your safety. I want you and our baby to come through this safely." Lucy had believed him. And so her child had died. Lucy

I was out shopping for jewelry with Scott and Capri when we ran into Diego's assistant at the checkout counter. Vera saw Capri picking out an affordable ruby bracelet and snatched it away, smashing it on the ground, sending shards flying. "If you can't afford it, don't bother coming in! With such poor taste, how can you call yourselves part of Diego's family? Don't drag him down with you!" I asked the salesperson to bring another bracelet just like the one before, but Vera broke that one too. "This store should verify who can buy things here. You probably used Diego's card to get in, right? Can't you manage without Diego's money?" Scott was so angry that he had a heart attack. I tried to convince Diego to come to the hospital to see him one last time. Diego sneered, “Vera already told me your grandfather's faking sick to get my sympathy—pathetic.

After my sister’s mate bond with Everest was confirmed, he broke off our engagement. He removed the engagement ring, his guilt written plainly across his face. “Logan, Artemis is pregnant. If she terminates it, it might be her only chance at motherhood. She’s your sister; you wouldn’t want her to regret it for life, would you?” I stood frozen, strange words swirling through my mind: [Just agree to it, or you’ll end up mated to someone horrid!] [They’ll make it a spectacle, forcing you to accept him. If you refuse, they’ll ensure you’re punished!] [You’ll be trapped, while your dear sister mates into the Ross family, becoming the Beta’s mate!] Terrified and unable to comprehend this bizarre vision, I hastily agreed. He grabbed my hand, his voice desperate. “Don’t worry. Once the pup is born, I’ll come for you. I’ll look after you forever!” The words persisted: [Be his unpaid caretaker, you mean?] [Wake up, Logan!

The first time Jade met the stunning white-haired prince of Skyspire, he threw her over the banister of a three storey building with one word. "Die." ******* When Jade, a desperate stripper with a painful past, flees her pack after a violent assault, she never expects to enter the opulent world of Lycans as a thief, let alone be mistaken for a missing princess. When she coincidentally awakens the comatose prince who has been asleep for three years, she finds herself caught between the cursed prince and a terrifyingly powerful demon hybrid who sees through her lies and wants her gone. But as her secrets unravel and her wolf stirs for a forbidden mate, Jade discovers that pretending to be royalty may cost her more than just her life.

This was the ninety-ninth time I caught my husband, Chase Vargas, with another woman in our five-year marriage. I stood in the hotel doorway, numb, tired of the cheap perfume and his cold, familiar eyes. But this time, his mistress, a blonde woman, hissed, "He told me all about you. The pathetic wife he's stuck with because of some business deal. He said he can't stand the sight of you." Her words, meant to hurt, were things I already knew, things Chase had made sure I understood. Still, hearing them from a stranger felt like a new humiliation. She lunged, scratching my face, drawing blood. The sting was a surprising jolt in my numb world. I wrote her a check, a routine part of this pathetic scene. Then my phone rang. It was Chase, calling from across the room. "What are you doing? Are you making a scene? Clean it up and get out. You're embarrassing." He thought I had orchestrated this, that I was the embarrassing one. The betrayal was casual, complete. "I'm tired, Chase," I said, the words finally coming from a place I thought had died. "I want a divorce." He laughed, a cruel sound. "A divorce? Elena, don't be ridiculous. You love me too much to ever leave me." I hung up. He then handed me a signed divorce agreement, telling me his true love, June, my adopted sister, was back. He wanted me to play the dutiful wife for her welcome-home concert. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, felt a final, crushing blow. He wasn't divorcing me because I wanted it. He was divorcing me for her. I signed the papers. The ninety-ninth time was the last time he would do this to me.

For eight years, I endured seven miscarriages, clinging to the hope of starting a family with my husband, Joshua. Then I overheard the truth. He and my adoptive sister, Harlow, had orchestrated every loss. They needed the unique stem cells from my miscarriages to cure their own secret child. My body was just an incubator for their twisted plan. After the eighth miscarriage, they left me barren, my womb removed to save my life. They stole my children, my future, and my ability to ever be a mother. They thought I was a broken, naive princess. They had no idea they had just created a queen bent on revenge. Now, I'm back. And I will burn their empire to the ground, leaving them with nothing but the ashes of their betrayal.

"You broke the first rule, Princess. That means I get to take something from you. I'll start with this," he said, tugging at my panties and a needy throb ran straight through my core. "Kyren, don't," I tried but it was to no avail. He roughly pulled at the flimsy material, covering my most intimate part. The sound of lace ripping, filled the room. And the cool air from the AC bit into my exposed skin. His hands slid up my back. He unclasped my bra with ease and it soundlessly dropped to the floor. His gaze raked over my trembling form with a satisfied hunger. "You're not a cheerleader tonight. You're just mine. And I'm going to spend the next few hours showing you exactly what happens when you break my rules," he stated, before pushing my legs wide open with his knee. ×× Hailey thought she could handle the "Ice King." She thought she could seduce him, win the bet, and walk away with her heart intact. But Kyren sees right through her games. He doesn't want her seduction, he wants her submission. As the lines between a dare and reality blur, Hailey finds herself trapped between her father's expectations and a man who wants to claim every inch of her. In a game where the rules keep changing, Hailey is about to learn that the Ice King doesn't just freeze people out... he burns them down.

The champagne tower was a precarious architecture of crystal and ambition, much like my marriage. I stood beside it, wearing a smile that had taken me ten years to perfect—a blend of warmth and impenetrable distance. The "Gilded Night" gala was in full swing, the Hamptons air thick with sea salt and seven-figure donations. I was playing my part: the gracious hostess, the polished accessory to Maximus Bryant’s empire. Then the air shifted. The crowd parted not out of respect, but out of the awkward curiosity reserved for car crashes. Sapphire Chavez marched toward me. Her dress was a shade of red that screamed rather than whispered, cut too low for the occasion and too high for dignity. In her clutch, I saw the telltale glow of a phone screen. She was livestreaming.

Walker found me in the hallway outside the kitchen, where the morning light came in slanted and gold. For a second, I thought he might smile. He hadn't smiled at me in almost a year, but hope is a stupid thing. It keeps trying. "Sylvia is moving into the Luna suite," he said. "Today." I didn't move. I felt my thumb press hard against the inside of my wrist before I knew I was doing it. The small bone there, the little pulse, the thing I used to count when I needed something to count. "Today," I repeated. "This morning." His voice was the one he used in meetings.

Three weeks before the Harvest Moon Banquet, I walked past Cassian's study and heard her crying. I knew that cry. Helena had been perfecting it for months. Soft, a little broken, the kind of sound that made strong men forget their own names. I stopped in the hallway, one hand on the wall. The door was open just a crack. I could see the edge of Dorian's framed photograph in her lap. "She doesn't even look at me, Cass," Helena whispered. "At dinner last week, she walked past me like I was furniture. In front of Garret.

The first time I visited Dorian's home, I was met with a cold, unforgiving door slammed in my face. His mother, dismissing me as a poor girl unworthy of her son, didn't even let me in. The truth, however, slapped her in the face. When she later learned I was the daughter of an Alpha, her jaw literally dropped. Dorian, desperate to make amends, tried to pull me back, but it was too late.

The cool metal of the gurney is the last thing I'll remember. One more session, the doctor said, and the past ten years of my life will be wiped clean. It all comes back to that night. I walked in to find my fiancé, Alex, kissing my half-sister, Kalie-the girl I raised since she was fifteen. When I confronted them, Kalie shoved me. I hit my head on a steel model, bleeding on the floor of the studio we designed together. But Alex didn't rush to me. He rushed to comfort her. She lied, painting me as the attacker. My best friend, my entire world, turned against me. Alex, my Alex, had me committed, signing the papers that subjected me to brutal, punitive electroshock treatments. He wasn't just erasing my memory; he was erasing me, punishing me for a crime I didn't commit, all to protect her. Now, waking from the final, consensual treatment, I find a note I left for myself. It's a plan. Sell the firm. Sell the house. Disappear to Montana. And this time, I won't just be erasing the memories. I'll be erasing them.

Kelsie's biggest regret in life was getting involved with Judge, the icy Captain. She pursued him for three years, married him for two, thinking she'd warmed a stone, only to be met with nothing. Her mother-in-law disliked her, her husband was indifferent, and a fragile "white moonlight" would occasionally try to get her attention. Until she witnessed Judge and Angelique meeting secretly at a hotel, her heart shattered, and then she discovered she was pregnant. Kelsie sneered, threw down the divorce papers, and decisively ran away, disappearing without a trace. When they met again, she was a successful single mother, surrounded by suitors. In the pouring rain, the once aloof man humbly stopped her car, pleading in a hoarse voice, "Kelsie, come home with me." The car window rolled down, and a little boy, nine-tenths like him, coldly warned in a cute but fierce tone, "Want to date my mommy? Ask me first!"

My boyfriend and I made a pact: Stanford first, then the world. But an hour before the deadline, he gave it all up for another girl. He chose to stay at the local state university, for Anisa, a girl who seemed so helpless. He arrogantly assumed I would give up my future to follow him. He didn't know, in that moment, he was the one I was letting go. I vanished from his world. He thought I was overreacting, that I'd come around in a few days. But when I boarded that plane to California, I wasn't just leaving him behind. I was choosing myself, for the first time.

I was the invisible daughter of the Graves family, a living ghost in a house of gold. On the morning of my half-sister Brittny’s wedding to the terrifying Elliot Blackwell, I watched from the shadows as she escaped, leaving behind a ruined reputation and a bankrupt legacy. The panic in the foyer was a masterpiece of dysfunction. My father and stepmother realized their social ladder was burning to ash, and they only had one card left to play to save their fortune. "We promised them a bride," my stepmother whispered, her eyes settling on me like a butcher assessing a spare piece of meat. They didn't just want to sell me to the Blackwells; they planned to trigger a legal clause to steal my late mother’s multi-million dollar trust fund the moment I said "I do." I was being traded like a commodity to cover my father’s gambling debts, forced to marry a man the world whispered was a cold-blooded monster. To them, I was a sacrificial lamb, a spare part used to fix a broken machine. I stood there, listening to them plot my ruin, and I realized that in this house, blood wasn't thicker than water—it was just another currency. How could my own father sign away my life for a merger? Why did they think I would go quietly into the arms of a man who looked like he had just walked off a battlefield? But they didn't know I was the one who orchestrated Brittny's escape. As the armored Blackwell motorcade smashed through our front gates like a strike team, I didn't cry. I walked into the parlor with a transfer protocol of my own, forcing my father to return every cent of my inheritance before I ever touched that white silk dress. Elliot Blackwell didn't come for a wedding; he came for a head. When he gripped my chin, his eyes dark with a terrifying, predator-like clarity, I didn't flinch. "You're not the bride I paid for," he growled. "I'm the one you're getting," I whispered back. The game was just beginning, and for the first time in my life, I was playing for keeps.

My baby daughter died in the cold hospital, and I agreed to donate her heart to save another pup. I brought her ashes home in a small wooden box, seeking comfort from my mate. But when I returned to the packhouse, I found a massive celebration. My Alpha mate wasn't away on patrol; he was throwing a grand Naming Ceremony for his sister's newborn. He didn't even know our daughter was dead. "Give Lyra the gift. Now." He impatiently demanded I hand over the box in my arms. When his sister's son tried to snatch it, I pushed him away to protect my baby's ashes. His sister immediately screamed, accusing me of trying to hurt her children out of jealousy. Without asking a single question, my mate grabbed my wrist, ready to smash the box to teach me a lesson. To save my daughter's remains, I had to drop to the floor, bare my neck in ultimate submission, and lie that it was just my late father's relics. He was disgusted by my tears. Later, when I tried to jump off the balcony to end my pain, he pulled me back—not out of love, but because my suicide would ruin his perfect party. He locked me in my room and ordered the maids to force me into a bright red dress for the evening feast. Looking at the red silk that mocked my bleeding heart, my despair finally died, replaced by a cold, venomous hatred. I tucked a white funeral flower into my hair and walked out the door. This time, I was going to turn their joyous celebration into a living hell.

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don't belong together. Three awful "Be my wife." Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I'm only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world's worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I'm standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens... And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it's been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit... Much less the hottest man I've ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He's decided who he's taking to the altar... And I don't have a choice but to say "I do."

I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined. Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors. "The child is the priority." He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire. While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin. In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered. I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly. My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed. Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction. Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution? But then, my eyes snapped open. I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death. From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time. This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice. I didn't cry or throw a fit. Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.

Andrès was accused of murdering his boss. The boss of the company he and his wife works for. He was shocked by the accusation and betrayal of his wife and best friend but there was nothing he could do to prove his innocence because the CCTV footage in his boss’ office caught him serving his boss the tea that was spiked. He was tired in court and was given a life sentence for the murder of his boss’ death. Eventually, fate was on his side and he got out earlier than he ever imagined. Upon his return, he found out that his wife got married to his best friend. Driven by rage, he began working for a cartel and soon climbed the ladder, becoming the most ruthless Mafia boss. To some people, he is legendary and a ghost lord. With vengeance in his heart, he is out for blood. Go with me on this journey, to know what happens in this twisted triangle… Will ya?

The morning air carried the familiar scent of coffee and ambition as I approached the gleaming glass towers of Peters Corporation. Five years. Five years of building this empire from nothing, of sacrificing sleep and dreams, of pouring every ounce of my Montgomery heritage into making Grayson's vision a reality. The security guard who usually greeted me with a warm smile barely glanced up as I approached the turnstiles. I pressed my access card against the scanner, expecting the familiar beep that would grant me entry to the world I'd helped create. Instead, a harsh red light flashed, and the turnstile remained locked. The scanner's rejection echoed through the marble lobby like a slap. "Excuse me," I said to the guard, my voice steady despite the flutter of unease in my chest. "There seems to be an issue with my card." He looked up then, his eyes avoiding mine. "I'm sorry, ma'am.