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During Elijah's Thanksgiving party, my husband who had been missing for ten years made a grand entrance with his beloved Ayah and their two sons. His brothers were quick to joke: "Lachlan, your fake death act deserves an Oscar. The Academy owes you an award for this performance." "Remember when Hazel was running around pregnant, searching the world for you? People mocked her for being so desperate. It was amusing." With a sneer, Lachlan retorted, "If she hadn't been so determined to marry me, Ayah wouldn't have been devastated enough to try to end her life. I wanted her to feel what it's like to be abandoned." "Unless she kneels and apologizes to Ayah at tonight's party, she and her unborn child should forget about being recognized," he said, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes, anticipating my humiliation. Unbeknownst to him, the truth of his fake death at sea had long been uncovered. His reckless actions led to the company's stock plummeting, nearly bankrupting it within days. His father, Warren, had a heart attack in a fit of rage over Lachlan's behavior and passed away before reaching the hospital. Laurel, blaming me for it all, attacked me with a knife while I was eight months pregnant.

Arianna’s family was falling apart and facing a tragic demise; however, her heart sank when she clearly saw Travis Cooper’s name on the acquisition papers. She had no choice but to negotiate with him. Arianna lowered her head and relaxed her shoulders to ease the tension. She should show him gratefulness to make him happier, she thought, but she just couldn’t do it. “How would you be willing to leave my grandfather alone?” He casually poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her before replying, “I think the correct person to ask is the judge, no? The offenders are usually punished. This is a matter of justice, isn’t it?” Arianna was beginning to grow tired of his mood swings. “He is old, and his body is failing him. He would not last long in prison.” Arianna tried to contain her anger. “What can I do? I always admire devoted children.” His voice carried some ridicule, “But I’m not a charity. I only do transactions with interests. What would you do in exchange for the freedom of your grandfather?” Travis intertwined the fingers of his one hand with the other and rested his hands on his stomach as he leaned back in his chair once more. His expression was a bit lazy, “Since you entered this door, I’ve been waiting for the drama of you selling your body and soul to me in order to save your family member.” When Arianna didn’t reply, Travis explicitly said, “Maybe I’m just bored. I’d like to try something fun.” Arianna’s stomach felt like it had flipped. She looked at the handsome face that was now showing evil.

"Eyes up here," he said. My gaze snapped to his. He was smiling, causing my heart to skip a painful beat. Before I could respond, the music began, and my body instinctively reacted to the sweet melody. I found myself molded to Lex's will, my feet irresistibly following the dance steps. The crowd gasped as Lex pulled me into a more intimate position, his hands roaming over my body in a seductive manner. The experience was both terrifying and magical, allowing me to feel every longing emotion through the dance. I soon found myself lost in his arms. When the music finally stopped, my arms were wrapped around his neck, his hands resting on my back, our noses almost touching. He gazed deeply into my eyes. The ballroom fell silent. Was he about to kiss me? **** Lilly’s life was never easy; she lost her memory and family in a blazing fire. Angelica found and took her in—only to make her a slave to the household. Years of torment and abuse left Lilly weak, vulnerable, and believing she was without a wolf, but that didn't mean that all hope was lost. At night, in her dreams, he would patiently wait for her—the man who brought sunshine into her darkest moments. They would dance the night away, but as dawn approached, he would vanish into the morning sun. Lilly had given up hope of finding a mate, having a family, and leading a normal life. But things are about to drastically change for her... Secrets, lies, betrayal... and a baby on the way. What if Lilly wasn't wolf-less? What if it was all a lie? What if she had a living family? Would she stay and bond with them or make a run for freedom? ****

Jake Demidov is the perfect student. Rich family background, excellent grades and mysterious personality. Teachers respect him, boys envy him and girls worship him. All girls but one, Lisa Thompson, the new student. Just on her first day, she's able to run Jake's jacket. Furious, he asks her to pay for it. Seeing she can't, they come into an agreement. Work for me till we graduate. There's more to it though. As the spend more time together, feelings form and Lisa realizes Jake isn't as perfect as he seems.

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.

Caitlin married Shawn, a man rumored to be both violent and terminally ill, just to reclaim her late mother's belongings. Their union was the talk of the town-everyone mocked the "ugly woman" and the "dying madman," convinced the marriage was doomed from the start. But after their wedding, Caitlin shocked the elite: she was a brilliant architect, legendary healer, and even secretly ruled the underworld. As the world watched, Shawn's brutal image softened. During a global live-streamed wedding, he knelt and declared, "Caitlin, you are the light in my life!"

My family called me a cold, controlling workaholic. My husband, my sister, even the brother I raised-they all lived in the architectural empire I built, yet they resented me for it. Then, the doctor gave me a few months to live. But before I could even process my own death sentence, my husband was already asking me to give up my only chance at survival-a spot in a life-saving trial-for my "sick" sister, Cayla. They took everything. My company, my fortune, my home. At a lavish party celebrating my "generosity," my own son looked me in the eye and told me he hated me. They praised my selflessness as they stripped me of my life's work. But I knew Cayla wasn't sick. I knew they were just waiting for me to die. So I smiled and gave them the perfect woman they always wanted. But my real gift wasn't my fortune or my life. It was the truth I left behind, a final act designed to trap them in a prison of guilt they could never escape.

During a college retreat, we hosted a storytelling competition. They just kept egging me on, completely oblivious to the terrifying disaster it would invite. I said, "The story I'm about to tell is a curse." "Everyone who has ever heard this story has died." "Are you sure you want to hear it?"

Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for. Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive. Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself. But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate. With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."

Beep. Beep. Beep. The rhythmic sound of the heart monitor pulled me from darkness. My eyelids felt heavy, as if weighed down by lead. When I finally managed to open them, harsh fluorescent lights assaulted my vision, making me wince. White walls. The antiseptic smell. Tubes and wires connecting me to machines. A private room at Seattle General Hospital.

When I was kidnapped, my mate and my brother dismissed my pleas for help, choosing instead to revel in my stepsister’s birthday celebration. "Estelle, when did you start imagining things? Do you really think you're living in a crime show, getting kidnapped left and right?" they mocked before hanging up. Just when all seemed lost, I managed to break free and jumped into the river to escape. After narrowly surviving, I finally lost all faith in them and decided to leave. Ironically, it was then that their regret began to surface. … After I emerged from the river and crawled onto the bank, a kind stranger helped me call the local law enforcement pack. Once I had given my statement, the officers took me back to the Red Fang Pack territory. As I approached the packhouse, the sound of laughter echoed from inside. My own brother, Lawrence Hoffman, the Gamma of the Red Fang Pack, and my mate, Rio Wheeler, the Beta of the same pack, were celebrating with Emersyn Hernandez, an Omega in our pack.

“She's mine, Finnian! The Queen of this kingdom! You've no right to look at her the way you do!” King Rowan roared. “Queen? Or Prisoner?” Prince Finnian shot back, his voice trembling with rage,” You made her suffer, you made her bleed and yet you still have the nerve to claim her?! Don't forget, brother… She's my mate. The Moon Goddess bound her to me!” King Rowan’s eyes flashed red as he stepped closer to Prince Finnian,” I don't care about the moon goddess… touch her again and I will tear your heart into pieces.” Prince Finnian's jaw clenched but he didn't back down,” Then you'll have to try because I'm not going to let her stay for another second in your arms!” Two brothers. One queen. A witch living among wolves for love, caught between a cruel king and his brother who was never meant to love her. Blood or destiny… What wins when love becomes a war? How far will one brother go to keep her? And how far will the other go to claim what’s rightfully his?

Anya Briar has spent her life chasing one thing: a residency at Ashbourne Memorial, the elite hospital where reputations are made and hearts are broken. For a girl who's clawed her way up from nothing, this is more than ambition. It's survival. It's proof she belongs.But Ashbourne isn't just a hospital. It's a legacy. And no one embodies that legacy more than Dr. Felix Ashbourne, the hospital's golden son. Brilliant. Arrogant. Untouchable. He's everything she should avoid and everything she can't resist.From the moment their eyes meet across the corridors, tension crackles. He's the danger she wasn't prepared for. She's the exception he never saw coming. She catches his eye and she loses her heart.As long hours turn into stolen glances and forbidden desires , their secret affair becomes the one thing neither of them can afford. Because in a world ruled by power, legacy, and clinical detachment, love isn't just forbidden, it's a liability.And some wounds...Medicine can't heal.

I kept a ledger to track my marriage to the most feared man in Chicago. Loyalty started at one hundred. Every time Dante looked through me to stare at his mistress, Isabella, I subtracted one. Every time he left our bed to answer her calls, I subtracted five. The day the score hit zero, I was lying in a secret clinic, bleeding out. I had been in a severe accident. I was pregnant, and the hemorrhage was critical. But the nurse, eyes red with weeping, told me they couldn't give me the blood transfusion I needed. Dante had ordered the clinic's entire supply of O-negative blood to be reserved for Isabella. She had a bruised knee and was "in shock." He prioritized her comfort over his unborn child's life. I lost the baby. I left the ledger on his desk with a final note: *You bought her comfort with your heir’s blood. Score: 0.* Then, I vanished. Two years later, Dante found me at a gala in Seattle. The ruthless Capo dei Capi, a man who never bowed to anyone, fell to his knees in front of hundreds of people. He begged, tears streaming down his face, claiming he had made a mistake, that I was his only true love. I looked at him, then at Julian, the man standing beside me who treated me like a queen. I pulled my hand away from Dante’s grip and smiled coldly. "Apologies don't fix dead things, Mr. Moretti. Go back to your grave."

A modern chef trapped in an ancient blood feud, must choose between the timeline she knows and the Alpha she loves before history repeats itself. Can a woman from the future rewrite a destiny written in blood, or is she just the final meal for an Alpha king marked for the grave?

The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark. I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan. I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room. "To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich." The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood. "I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away." He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder. I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash. I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground.

For seven years, I have been the submissive commoner wife of Julian, the New York Mafia boss. When he finally realized what he had ruined and stabbed himself with a dagger, begging for my forgiveness, I simply turned and walked away. I endured his endless betrayals and cruelty for only one reason: he paid for my grandmother's life-sustaining treatment. But while he was busy buying diamonds for his new mistress, the pressure of his emotional abuse caused me to lose our child. His mistress broke into my grandmother's hospital room and threw explicit photos of her and Julian in my grandmother's face. My grandmother died from shock. Julian knew nothing about this. “Go home, Sienna. You’re pregnant. Stop making a scene, or I’ll cut off your grandmother’s medical bills tomorrow.” When I found him, he arrogantly thought I was just throwing a tantrum. He didn't know our child was gone. He didn't know that my grandmother had passed away. In front of all his men, I poured a glass of whiskey over his head, left the signed divorce papers on his table, and then boarded a one-way flight to Germany. I will leave him forever.

"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me. "I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable." I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection. - Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them. The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative. They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back. They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings. This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.

The wine glass hit the hardwood floor with a crystalline crash that seemed to echo through our dining room like a gunshot. Ruby liquid spread across the pale wood, seeping between the boards Lee had so carefully installed when we first moved into this house ten years ago. My phone screen still glowed in my trembling hand, displaying Saige Butler's Instagram post. The ultrasound image was unmistakable—a tiny form floating in grainy black and white, accompanied by her caption: "Sometimes the best things come from unexpected places. Blessed beyond words. 💕 #BabyOnTheWay #NewBeginnings #SurpriseGift" But it wasn't just the ultrasound that made my blood turn to ice. It was the timestamp. Posted three hours ago, while Lee had been sitting across from me at this very table, cutting into his anniversary steak and telling me how much he loved our quiet life together. "Elisabeth?" Lee's voice seemed to come from underwater. "What's wrong?" I looked up at him—this man I'd shared a bed with for ten years, whose coffee preferences I knew by heart, whose touch still made my pulse quicken.

Stefano Zabet-Ángel lleva 5 años buscando a Macarena, su novia de universidad, la cual perdió por no poder manejar sus brotes de ira, fue el primer hombre en su cama y está seguro de que ella estaba embarazada cuando desapareció. Hoy con 23 años no descansara hasta recuperar lo que considera que es suyo. Hades Ángel-Olid tenía 25 años cuando encontró el amor en un aeropuerto, Macarena de 18 años lo enamoro día a día sin darse cuenta, mucho menos pretender aquello, mientras él solo quería ayudarla para calmar su conciencia por un trabajo que salió mal, estuvo a su lado por dos años, la acompaño durante su embarazo y vio crecer a una hermosa niña, Alma, pero no podía seguir huyendo de lo que era, Hades guarda un secreto que la latina desconoce y es que él es el gran asesino conocido como el Ángel de la muerte, la noche que al fin la hizo suya, fue la misma noche que la abandono. Pero regresara dos años después para decirle la verdad y recuperar su amor. Mateo Zabet-Ángel lleva tres años enamorado de la empleada de los recados de su empresa y a pesar de hacer todo lo posible por acercarse a ella, la latina lo evita, como si fuera el mismo demonio, hasta que un día al fin la tiene a su merced, aprovechándose de su desesperación ve la oportunidad para enamorarla o por lo menos obligarla a estar con él. Stefano es hermano de Mateo y ambos son primos de Hades, ¿qué sucederá cuando descubran que comparten más que el apellido ÁNGEL? ¿Qué hará Macarena cuando comprenda que a los tres hombres que se entregó en cuerpo y alma comparten la misma sangre?

The sound of keys jangling at the front door pulled me from my afternoon work. I glanced at the clock—2:17 PM. Brandon wasn't supposed to be home for another four hours. "I'm home!" His voice carried an unusual enthusiasm that made me pause. Something was different. I smoothed my skirt and moved toward the entryway, expecting to find him alone. Instead, I froze at the threshold. Brandon stood there, his arm wrapped protectively around a woman I'd never seen before. She was petite with auburn hair that cascaded over her shoulders in perfect waves. Beside her stood a little girl, no more than six years old, clutching a worn teddy bear.

The fluorescent lights in our dorm room cast harsh shadows across Heaven's face as she scrolled through her phone, that familiar smug smile playing at her lips. I was folding laundry on my bed, trying to focus on the mundane task to quiet the unease that had been gnawing at me for weeks. Something felt different between Lincoln and me lately—distant conversations, canceled dates, that strange look in his eyes when he thought I wasn't watching. "Oh my god, look at this cute couple's photo," Heaven giggled, holding up her phone screen. "Don't you think they're adorable?" I glanced over automatically, my hands stilling on the sweater I'd been folding. The blood in my veins turned to ice. There, on Heaven's phone screen, was the exact same couple's profile picture that Lincoln and I had used for months—the silhouette of two people holding hands against a sunset, the same romantic filter, the same cropping. But it wasn't our photo. It was theirs. My heart hammered against my ribs as the room seemed to tilt around me.

My half-sister mastered the rare art of truth-speaking. In her lifetime, she could only speak three truths. But each one would come to pass. “I wish for my brother to rise to prominence.” My half-brother, Jayce Gordon, became a respected Gamma, basking in his newfound status. “I wish for my mother to be elevated to Luna.” My mother, the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, died suddenly, and her stepmother, Rosemary Harvey, took her place as the pack’s matriarch. “And finally—” She glared at me with venom in her eyes, her lips twisting into a cruel smile. “I wish for my sister to be rejected by her mate and forced to bond with a rogue. Barren and cursed, yet surrounded by descendants!” Her words became reality. I was cast out of the Silver Moon Pack, left to wander as a rogue, and bound to Cruz Ellis, a scarred and broken werewolf with a damaged aura. But how could a rogue have descendants?