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Wren Castellano is the best forensic data analyst in Texas. Methodical. Unshakeable. The woman you hire when you need to find what billionaires bury. But when her audit of Bellworth Industries uncovers a money-laundering operation worth hundreds of millions, she becomes a target overnight — her office raided, her apartment violated, her life reduced to a single bullet left as a warning. Enter Caspian Thorne: owner of Bellworth, ruthless dealmaker, and the man at the center of everything she's investigating. He moves her into his building for "protection" — but protection feels a lot like captivity when the doors lock from the outside. He's too calm. Too controlled. Too aware of exactly where she is at every moment. Trapped between a cartel that wants her silenced and a billionaire who might be orchestrating all of it, Wren has thirty days to find the truth. But the closer she gets to the evidence, the closer she gets to Caspian — and the line between suspect and savior is dissolving faster than her resolve. In Bellworth Tower, every hallway has a camera. Every kindness has an agenda. And the most dangerous thing isn't the people trying to kill her — it's the man seven floors above who makes her forget why she should be afraid.

He is supposed to be my best friend—at least I have been seeing him as one—doing a lot of things with him together. We go to school together, share the same hobbies, and love the same sports. He is my day one, my buddy. Up until after the summer vacation when we started a new life in the same college as freshmen.That is when I discover that I have developed a soft spot for him, which accounts for the way I miss him during the summer vacation. I have never missed Liam like that. I mean, I do miss him but not compared to last summer. I want him around me; his image occupies my mind's eye, his scent is everywhere I go.Starting college with a crush on my best friend is not an ideal way to begin the academic year. No matter how I try to suppress it by going on dates and accepting relationship proposals from guys, instead of it going away, it doubles. Worse still, he sees me as his buddy. He has never looked at me the way he looks at other girls. I know I am a bit of a tomboy. My other friends tell me that my dress sense is a bit masculine. I try changing my fashion sense but to no avail. Sadly, all I am to Liam is his day one bestie and buddy.I do not want to tell him about the feelings I have because I do not want to put our friendship in jeopardy. I really love him, so if it means keeping my feelings in and retaining our friendship, I would gladly.Until the dare at one of my female friend's parties _ Evie. The dare to be kissed by Liam changes everything. The kiss opens another chapter; I would never have believed in my entire life to be possible—Liam actually likes me!

I found myself as the stepmother to the future "New York Monk Prince." A troubled child who would grow up cold and unpredictable, sending his father to a mental institution and erasing my memories of him. He’d torment the girl who loved him, physically and mentally, only to realize too late and drown in the ocean, clutching her remains. The good news is that the Prince is still young—only seven years old—and hasn't turned into the whirlwind of emotions and mind games yet. The bad news is that I'm stuck with the wicked stepmother script, and it seems like his father might actually be unwell. I pinched his chubby cheeks and said sternly, "Done playing with those beads? Planning to start juggling already? You have to finish, as I intend to give them away." I added, "In the future, you'll be someone who holds a serious demeanor. I'll tell you a joke now, and you must keep a straight face." When I first entered this world, I had just married his father, Zechariah Ryan. Right after the wedding, Zechariah rushed to the airport, leaving for a three-month business trip, leaving me and young Moises Ryan staring at each other. He merely snorted, glanced at me indifferently, and began counting the beads of his rosary with precision.

"The goddess has chosen you to carry my pup. This is not a marriage, it's just a breeding arrangement. You —" "I'm not interested in any of your breeding whatever —" "It's not a choice. It's either you do it freely or by force. You sure know I don't like my patience being tasted." ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Aria Kyncaid was mistaken as her twin, and was forced into having sex with the drunk Alpha Adrian of Moon Crescent Pack who chased her out the following morning. Her mum and her sister, Arya, accused her of stealing Arya's man. Heartbroken, she decided to leave the pack, Alpha Adrian was instructed by the priestess to find the girl he slept with, that she had been chosen by the moon goddess to carry his pup. Alpha Adrian found Aria in his pack and informed her of the priestess instructions. She refused and he threatened to force her into it. Aria had no choice but to follow him to his mansion. That night she shifted and discovered another shocking news — Alpha Adrian is her mate. With Aria near her, Alpha Adrian's resolve was threatened because of the growing feelings he had for her. Aria fought the mate bond initially, but as days rolled by, she found herself being drawn to him. Breeding arrangement was slowly becoming more when Arya, Aria's twin, struck with her evil machination, putting a rift between them with the excuse that Aria stole her man. Would Adrian defy Arya's schemes and reclaim her second chance mate and would Aria be claimed by her mate, despite her sister's evil schemes?

I, Julia, crossed time to Belvaria, loving Marcus for a decade and bearing his pups. But he named Celeste Luna, bound me to an omega, and broke my heart. I fled backdemolishing the attic. In the modern world, I became a dance teacher, met Lucas, a researcher obsessed with Belvaria. Marcus, via a risky ritual, crossed to find me, his body fading. Lucas cared for me, but Marcus's devotion-taking a truck's hit to save me-moved me. I learned his fading was tied to my feelings. Years later, he died in my arms, but our pups and memories remained.

My father was rotting in a cell, and my secret son, Leo, was the only reason I kept breathing. Then, everything shattered when Augustine Hoover’s bodyguards dragged me to a remote estate and locked me in a room with a dying monster. The man in the dark was Augustine himself, bleeding from a wound and lost in a drug-induced delirium. He didn't see me as a person; he saw me as a debt to be collected. By dawn, the feverish attacker was gone, replaced by a cold, calculative billionaire in a wheelchair who told me I was now his property. I was trapped on a private island, forced to play nurse to keep my father protected in prison. While I suffered in silence, the world turned against me. My fiancé, Grant, went on national television to dump me, calling my family a disgrace. When Augustine finally brought me back to New York, it wasn't for freedom—it was to parade me at a gala where I saw Grant with his arm around my stepsister. She was wearing my dress, living my life, while I stood there with Augustine’s bite mark fresh on my neck. The humiliation was total. Augustine offered me a deal: sign a marriage contract with a mandatory "Heir Production Clause," or watch my father die and my son disappear. He promised to crush my enemies, but his touch felt like a shackle. I felt a cold rage settle over me. If I was going to be a prisoner, I would be the most dangerous one he had ever seen. I realized then that everyone I loved was a pawn in a game I didn't even know was being played. I signed the papers and officially became Mrs. Hoover, the most envied and hated woman in the city. But as we pulled up to his gothic mansion, a burner phone in my pocket buzzed with a message from my father’s oldest ally. The man I just married wasn't my protector. He was the one who framed my father and destroyed my life. I’ve entered the lion’s den, and I won’t stop until I’ve ripped his heart out.

Becoming a bride to settle a debt was never part of my dreams. Yet, my stepbrother's betrayal and a trap party turned my life upside down, shattering my illusions of a joyful marriage. Now, I'm faced with the harsh reality of being married to a ruthless Mafia boss, Alessio Marino. Can I trust his promises, or will my situation be worse than the abuse I endured from my stepbrother? With love stripped from my wedding vows, all I can do is cling to hope for God's mercy and summon the strength to navigate this perilous new life.

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother and till he finds the killer of his brother, he's forever bound with the curse. He's avoided like a plague, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He is a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard. The only child born under Three Red Stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He is soulless-Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric, who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located deep in the fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly she is not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Let's stop here.... Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape him and his tortures Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces? Join this rollercoaster ride, don't miss out.

Davina Woods had just given birth when she unexpectedly began to hear the inner thoughts of her husband, Neil Morris. Not only was Neil planning to use her to raise another woman's child, but he was also trying to unfairly accuse her of infidelity, a claim she couldn't possibly disprove in her post-birth exhaustion. Amid her confusion, Davina vaguely heard Neil's voice, not realizing she was tapping into his internal monologue. "Janiyah suffered in the past due to rumors surrounding a child. I can't let that happen again, even if it means being harsh to Davina. She loves me so much; she'll forgive me eventually." Davina's eyes fluttered open, spotting Neil at the edge of the bed. "Neil, what did you just say?" Momentarily caught off guard, Neil quickly gathered himself. He gently brushed a strand of her hair away, his expression soft and attentive. "I didn't say anything, Davina. You must be exhausted from the delivery." As his fingers drifted softly through her hair, she heard his voice once more, though his lips didn't move.

I spent the afternoon making Penny's birthday perfect. The dining table in our Manhattan apartment gleamed under the soft light of the crystal chandelier I'd insisted we install when we first moved in. I'd hand-painted three place cards with delicate gold edges—one for Mommy, one for Penny, and one for Daddy—each with tiny flowers that matched the cake I'd spent three hours baking this morning. Penny twirled in her new birthday dress, a pale pink confection with layers of tulle that made her look like a miniature ballerina. Her dark hair, so like Brayden's, was pulled back in a neat ponytail with a ribbon I'd tied myself. "Mommy, does Daddy know I picked the restaurant?" she asked, her voice bright with anticipation. "He promised he'd be here by six. He said he'd take us to Luciano's in the West Village." I smiled, smoothing down the front of my own dress. "Of course he does, sweetheart. He wouldn't miss your special day." At six-thirty, Penny's eyes began darting to the door every few minutes.

The sun streamed through the university's tall windows, casting golden light across the polished floors. Graduation day. Seven years of work, of sacrifice, of loving Jericho Fox with every fiber of my being—all culminating in this moment. I smoothed down my navy blue robes, adjusting the cap that felt oddly heavy on my head. Around me, other lecturers and students buzzed with excitement, their voices creating a symphony of joy that I couldn't quite tune into. "You look beautiful," a colleague said, smiling warmly. "Thank you," I replied, forcing brightness into my voice. "It's a special day." It was supposed to be perfect. Jericho had promised to be here, to watch me cross that stage, to celebrate the achievement we'd worked toward together. For seven years, we'd been inseparable—his strength guiding me, his vision shaping mine.

Valentine's Day. The one day of the year when love is celebrated in all its rosy, heart-shaped glory. I'd spent the morning arranging a surprise dinner at Anders' favorite restaurant, smiling to myself as I imagined his face when he saw the reservation confirmation in his email. I scrolled through my Instagram feed, pausing at the photo Anders had posted last week—us at the harbor, his arm around my waist, the sunset painting us in golden light. The caption read: "With the one who makes every day feel like coming home." My heart swelled. Three years together, and he still made me feel like the luckiest woman alive. "Time to match," I murmured to myself, selecting the same photo for my profile picture. Anders had been hinting that we should have matching photos—something I'd always found a bit cheesy, but today felt right. Valentine's Day deserved a little cheese. As I updated my profile, my phone pinged with a notification.

I spent an hour getting ready. That's the part I keep coming back to. An hour. I curled the ends of my hair the way Daniel once said he liked, the loose waves that fall just past my shoulders. I lit the three white candles on the windowsill — the ones I'd been saving since last year, the ones that smelled like cedar and something faintly sweet. I wore the cream-colored dress, the simple one, because I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard. I wanted to look like myself. Like the woman he chose. Three years. Three years since the morning I walked into the Silverfang pack house and caught his scent for the first time — warm cedar and rain-soaked earth — and my wolf went absolutely still inside me, the way she only goes still when something is exactly right.

I'm Luanne. Reborn after being betrayed and killed by my childhood love Haymanor for his foster sister Selene, I vowed revenge. In my past life, Haymanor colluded with rogues to torture me for a talisman, believing Selene's lie that I cursed her. Reborn, I chose Sean, a loyal warrior, over Haymanor. I exposed Selene's fake "weak heart" and her affair with Haymanor, who'd stolen my blood potions to sustain her. As they fell from grace, Haymanor realized his mistake too late. Years later, he begged for forgiveness, but I couldn't forget the pain-including losing our pup. He later killed himself, writing "SORRY, LUANNE" in blood.

Melanie had been in a secret relationship with her best friend's brother, Ethan, for five years, and finally, he agreed to make it public. Her best friend excitedly called to confirm, "Melanie, I can't believe my brother's sweetheart is you..." Just as she was about to nod, she heard her friend say, "Half-sister? I thought he would like you." That single sentence hit Melanie like a ton of bricks. In a frenzy, she rushed to the company to confront Ethan for clarification. Unexpectedly, she overheard him confessing his deep feelings to his half-sister. "Rosalyn, you're the only one I love," he declared. "Marrying her was just to protect you. Keeping her nearby ensures she won't dig into her mother's accident and won't harm you!" Upon discovering the truth, Melanie decided to accept the marriage to turn the tables on him. However, after obtaining the marriage certificate, she realized she might have married the wrong person... Before she could regret it, Ethan's rival, swept her into his arms. "You think you can just up and leave after tying the knot?"

I've been hiding my face from the world for seven years. He's been hiding his heart for just as long. When Grammy-winning musician Dante Rivers offers me $150,000 to be his fake girlfriend for six months, I should say no. I'm Veil-the anonymous digital artist with millions of fans and a face no one has ever seen. I don't do cameras. I don't do crowds. And I definitely don't do fake relationships with devastatingly private men whose studio walls are covered in my artwork. But my father's last dream is slipping away-and this contract is the only way to save it. The rules are simple: No real feelings. No crossed boundaries. No falling for Dante Rivers. Except nothing about him is simple. Not the way he shields me from paparazzi like I matter. Not the way his music sounds like secrets meant only for me. Not the way he looks at me like he sees through every wall I've built. What he doesn't know is that I'm already part of his life. I'm the anonymous artist behind his album covers. The one he's trusted with his most private thoughts. The ghost he's been searching for without ever meeting. And now I'm falling for him twice- once as the girl in his guesthouse and once as the mystery he doesn't know he's already holding. When the truth comes out, it won't just break the contract. It might break us.

I stood in the doorway of my own penthouse, my hand instinctively moving to my slightly rounded belly as I stared at the unfamiliar arrangements before me. The space that had been my sanctuary for years now looked like a stranger's home. My carefully selected modern art pieces had been replaced with gaudy family portraits. The minimalist furniture I'd designed myself was gone, swapped for ornate, old-fashioned pieces that screamed of another generation's taste. "Holly? What are you doing here?" My mother-in-law's voice cut through the silence, her tone dripping with false sweetness as she emerged from what used to be my kitchen. "We weren't expecting you." I blinked, trying to process what was happening. "Mrs. Patterson, what is going on? Why are you in my home?" Before she could answer, another figure appeared behind her—Ainsley Black, Sawyer's girlfriend.

The silver moonlight bathed the sacred marking grounds in an ethereal glow as I stood alone for the ninety-ninth time. My white Luna gown—the same one I'd worn for every failed ceremony—fluttered gently around my ankles, the delicate fabric catching the night breeze. The clearing was perfect: ceremonial candles placed in a circle, the sacred marking stones arranged precisely as tradition demanded, moonflowers blooming in abundance. Everything was ready. Everything except my mate. "He'll come this time," I whispered, more to convince myself than my wolf. Luna, my silver wolf, whimpered inside my mind. *He won't. You know he won't.* I pushed her doubt away, focusing instead on smoothing invisible wrinkles from my gown. Seven years of devotion couldn't be wrong.

My husband Adam and I built our empire on a vow made in blood: "Till death do us part." For fifteen years, that promise was our foundation. Then I found the photos of his mistress. He refused a divorce, trapping me with our vow while she called to announce her pregnancy. He chose her, even hitting me to protect her. At their wedding, I played a recording of him calling me "damaged goods" and "barren." "What use is a wife who can't give you an heir?" he'd asked her. But his mistress had sent me a little wedding gift: a file detailing the kidnapping I'd suffered years ago. It wasn't a random attack. Adam had planned it. He orchestrated it to break me, and in the process, he caused the miscarriage of our only child. The final report in the file was his own medical records. I wasn't the one who was barren. He was. And her baby wasn't his.

For three years, I believed I had the perfect marriage with my husband, Grant, and an unbreakable bond with my best friend, Chelsey. That illusion shattered when I found a hidden video on our shared laptop, tucked away in a folder labeled "Memories." It showed them together in a hotel room, kissing, their bodies intertwined. I heard my husband promise my best friend he would never truly love me, that I was just a responsibility he had to bear. He was the man who swore he'd never cheat. She was the woman who once saved my life. Their entire relationship, their fake animosity-it was all an elaborate performance to hide their affair right under my nose. But when he left me sobbing on the floor to rush to her side after a faked car accident, something inside me finally broke. I found them wrapped in each other's arms, and with the sound of my hand cracking across his stunned face, I made a new promise. "We're getting a divorce."

She's sin wrapped in a nun habit. He is the devil who makes her want to confess. Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra. Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith. But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse. He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires. She's meant to keep her vows and distance. But temptation has a cruel sense of humour... Because he's the last man she should want. She's the only woman he can't have. But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble. Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him. As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming. Desire clashes with devotion. Duty turns to betrayal. And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them.

Alicia needed money. Three days before eviction, she walked into an underground auction believing she would walk out free. Instead, she was sold to the most powerful man in the city. Dmitri Hunt is a mafia don feared by humans and an Alpha feared by wolves. He claims her, controls her, and hides secrets that could destroy her life. Alicia must choose between running from her fate or standing beside the man who may have planned everything from the start...

On our third anniversary, I found out I was pregnant with Alpha Graves's heir, a miracle for my wolfless body. But when I went to the Grand Hall to share the news, I found him tenderly holding his "dead" first love, Davina. He declared I was just a useless placeholder to appease his grandmother and prepared to sever our mate bond. He immediately moved Davina into our estate and ordered our marriage portrait torn down. He treated me with absolute cruelty, forcing a toxic herbal brew down my throat that could kill my unborn pup, and even watched coldly as a rival Alpha physically harassed me at a dinner. The entire Pack mocked me as a soon-to-be Rogue, while Graves used his Alpha Command to trap me. "If you dare leave before I officially complete the Rejection, I will make your home Pack pay." I gave up my entire life and my design empire to be his devoted wife, only to be thrown out like garbage the moment his true love returned. If he ever found out about the Lycan heir growing inside me, he would surely lock me away and tear my child from my arms. I won't let him destroy us. I secretly destroyed the pregnancy report and called my best friend. I am accepting his Rejection, taking my baby, and returning to the top of the fashion world as Sloane Todd.