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I did everything for Damian, my childhood best friend. His promise-"Get in shape, Lena, and I'll take you to prom"-was the only thing that mattered. I starved myself and ran until I collapsed, all for the future he dangled in front of me. But on his birthday, clutching the cake I' d baked, I overheard the truth. The promise was a cruel joke. To him and his real girlfriend, Gigi, I was just a "fat pig" whose desperate attempts to impress him were "hilarious to watch." They didn't stop there. They framed me for bullying, and Damian publicly denied ever caring for me. He then got my Stanford scholarship revoked with a malicious report and stood by as Gigi plastered my most private love letters all over school. I became a pariah, a "delusional, conniving bitch." The boy I had loved my whole life, the one who was supposed to be my protector, had orchestrated my complete and utter destruction for a laugh. Yet he still expected me to follow him to college. So when he called on move-in day, buzzing with excitement for our shared future, I let him ramble on about our plans. Then, I calmly cut through his fantasy. "I'm not here, Damian."

Blurb **She's promised to his brother... but branded by his touch. And now the past refuses to stay buried.** *** **SIENNA** I thought I buried that night. The night I gave myself to a stranger. Reckless and wild. No names. No rules. No future. Just heat. Desperation. A body that made me forget who I was supposed to be. Now I wear his brother's ring. Planning a future with the man I'm supposed to love. Then he walks into my engagement party and everything shatters. Landon Callahan. The black sheep. The rebel. The man who touched me before I knew his name. He acts like I never existed. Like that night was nothing. But I remember every breath. Every broken rule. Every moment I came alive. I should walk away. Should marry Noah and forget. But Landon has always been the fire I was never meant to touch twice. *** ** **LANDON** She was never supposed to be his. The night I had her, I didn't ask her name. Didn't want to know. I just knew I'd never forget the way she looked at me. Like I was the only thing she ever wanted. Then I walk into the engagement party I should have skipped. And see her standing beside my brother. Now I'm back in the world I swore I'd left behind. And she's the one thing I can't outrun. She wears his ring. Smiles like she hasn't been in my bed. Pretends I never made her come undone. But I remember. And so does she. One night should have been the end. Instead it was only the beginning. Because I don't let go of what's mine. Not even for my brother.

Kristina gave Matthew three years of her life after marrying him, staying by his side through every bitter day of his paralysis, every treatment, and every long silent night. She loved him completely, certain one day he would love her back. But when Matthew recovered, the woman in his heart returned, and Kristina became disposable. The world sneered that an orphan like her had only married for money. Then the truth came out: she was the doctor he had searched for, a famous designer, a phantom racer, and the woman behind an empire. By the time Matthew regretted losing her and begging for a second chance, his uncle was already at her side. "Sorry. She's my wife now."

My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options. That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear. I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison. "I needed a guarantee," he said flatly. I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage? I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.

On their wedding anniversary, he abandoned her—bleeding and miscarrying—to comfort another woman. While she suffered alone, his phone stayed off. Signing their divorce, he coldly praised her "finally knowing her place." But one day later, the truth strikes back. Now, revealed as the heiress to the mighty Sterling empire, she faces him across the negotiating table, poised to take everything he owns. In that shocking moment, he can only stammer one trembling question: "Who… are you really?"

The doorbell chimed through our living room, its sound oddly foreboding in the afternoon silence. I glanced up from my sketchbook, where I'd been idly drawing the garden landscape beyond our bay windows. "I'll get it," Carl said, setting down his coffee mug with unusual urgency. His eyes held a peculiar intensity I hadn't seen before. When he returned, a woman followed in his wake—tall, with flowing auburn hair and clothes that seemed to shimmer with every movement. Her eyes were striking—a deep green that seemed to catch the light in an almost unnatural way. "Sophie, this is Ivy Reed," Carl introduced her with a reverence that made my stomach tighten. "The psychic consultant I told you about." I remembered his brief mention of someone who might help with his recent "business concerns," but nothing prepared me for the theatrical presence now filling our living room. "Hello, Sophie," Ivy's voice was melodic, each word carefully measured. "I've been looking forward to meeting you." She moved with practiced grace, setting down a large velvet pouch on our coffee table.

I've known Jayceon Ross for twenty years. I know the way he laughs when something actually catches him off guard — this short, surprised sound, like he forgot laughter was an option. I know that he takes his coffee black until October, then switches to something warm and sweet the moment the Seattle rain starts in earnest. I know the exact weight of his silence when he's thinking versus when he's checked out. I thought I knew everything. The restaurant was one of those downtown Seattle places with exposed brick and Edison bulbs and a menu that takes itself too seriously. Eight of us crammed around a long table near the window, rain streaking the glass behind us, the city blurring into amber and gray. I had my coat on the back of my chair and my hand near Jayceon's on the table — not touching, just near, the way we always were. Comfortable. Assumed.

For five years, Sera played the perfect invisible wife—a wolfless Omega devoted to her ambitious Alpha mate, Dominic Kane. She watched him rise to power, never knowing that every strategic alliance, every territorial victory, every dollar funding his expansion came from her hidden accounts. Then Dominic sent divorce papers and his cruel mother to deliver them. "A nobody Omega isn't worthy of an Alpha." But Sera isn't a nobody. She's the sole heir to the Blackwood Empire—the most powerful Lycan dynasty in the supernatural world. Her wolf isn't weak. It was sleeping. And now it's awake. Returning to claim her birthright, Sera discovers her manipulative half-sister has been destroying the empire from within while her father's new mate poisons his judgment. With enemies on all sides and an ex-mate who suddenly can't stop watching her every move, Sera must reclaim everything that was stolen. But revenge has complications. Her wolf recognizes Dominic's scent. The mate bond isn't fully broken. And the truth about her family's downfall runs darker than she ever imagined. When the rejected Omega returns as a supreme Lycan, will she destroy everything—or build something greater from the ashes?

I was arranging lilies for my engagement party when the hospital called. A dog bite, they said. My fiancé, Salvatore Moretti, was supposed to be in Chicago on business. But he answered my frantic call from a ski slope in Aspen, with the sound of my best friend, Sofia, laughing in the background. He told me not to worry, that my mother’s injury was just a scratch. But when I got to the hospital, I learned it was Sofia’s unvaccinated Doberman that had attacked my diabetic mother. I texted Sal that her kidneys were failing, that they might have to amputate. His only reply: “Sofia is hysterical. She feels terrible. Calm her down for me, okay?” Hours later, Sofia posted a photo of Sal kissing her on a ski lift. The next call I got was from the doctor, telling me my mother’s heart had stopped. She died alone, while the man who swore to protect me was on a romantic vacation with the woman whose dog killed her. The rage inside me wasn't hot; it turned into a block of ice. I didn't drive back to the penthouse he gave me. I went to my mother’s empty house and made a call I hadn't made in fifteen years. To my estranged father, a man whose name was a ghost story in Salvatore’s world: Don Matteo Costello. “I’m coming home,” I told him. My vendetta wouldn’t be one of blood. It would be one of erasure. I would dismantle my life here and disappear so completely, it would be as if I had never existed.

She needed one night to forget her pain. He needed one night to feel nothing. Serena Vale never expected a stranger's touch to change her life. Lucas Blackwood never expected a woman to walk away from him. But secrets don't stay buried. And when the truth returns, it comes with a heartbeat.

"Agent Mia, If you could meet up with this task of bringing Kraven Astor down within the space of 6 months, then consider yourself a Special Senior Agent." All Mia requested was her due promotion, but it came with a condition just to prove how less a female was seen in the security agency. She is supposed to go undercover to bring down the ruthless don of New York's most feared mafia clan, who seemed untouchable and undefeated, which a wrong move could cost her everything. You know, infiltrating his empire was the plan, but falling for him was never part of it. Now, as their worlds collide, more secrets unravel, and a forbidden passion ignites between them, and she is stuck choosing between vengeance and the man who could be her downfall. Indeed, she was sent to bring down the Mafia, but what if that's where she actually belongs? Will love be her greatest weapon... or her ultimate betrayal? Find out now!!!

In the powerful Silver Moon Pack, Astra Wynter has always been the golden daughter, beautiful, respected, and destined to stand beside a strong alpha mate. She expects nothing less. But when the moon reveals her fated mate as Lysander Blackwood, a weak, unshifted omega from the lowest-ranking family, Astra's perfect future shatters. Publicly humiliated in front of the entire pack, she rejects him on the spot, shaming the outcast who has already endured years of bullying and scorn. Devastated and alone, Lysander returns home to discover his family brutally slaughtered, with only his younger brother left alive. Forced to flee into exile, he makes a blood vow: he will rise from nothing and destroy the princess who cast him aside... along with everyone she loves. Seven years later, Lysander returns to Silver Moon as a lethal alpha, stronger, darker, and burning for retribution. Astra never imagined the weak boy she rejected would become the one man who could tear her world apart. Now nothing will stop him from claiming what's owed... starting with her. NOTE TO READERS: This book follows two generations. It first tells the complete story of Astra and Lysander (The Mate She Rejected). After their happy ending, the story continues with a time skip into the next generation, focusing on their triplets, two girls and one boy. Thank you for joining this journey across both generations! ❤️

He rejected me at the altar and called it mercy. He lied. Alpha Roland discarded me like I hadn't bled for his pack for three years. But he made one mistake. He didn't know what I was carrying when he exiled me. Now I'm inside the territory of Kael, the Cursed King, a monster every pack fears. He says he wants my power. I think he wants something else entirely. Roland wants me dead. Kael wants me caged. And my secret? It could destroy them both.

Natalia Punongbayan. They call her "extraordinary," and for good reason. She's not just someone who stands out in a crowd; she's someone who can fundamentally alter the course of lives with a single, calculated step. They say she can ruin someone's life just by stepping into it. Her friends call her "troublemaker," a term that speaks volumes about her cunning. It means she's a force of nature, someone who can navigate any situation, escape any consequence, and always come out on top. She's a con artist, a master manipulator, able to weave intricate webs of deception that leave people tangled and bewildered. She can twist people's minds around her little finger, making them believe anything she wants. And when things get tough, she simply disappears, leaving behind a trail of shattered lives and unanswered questions. But even the most skilled manipulator can make a mistake. And for Natalia, that mistake was a monumental one. She was supposed to target a specific man, disrupt his life, and leave him reeling. But she got it wrong. She ended up targeting the wrong groom, the wrong wedding. She pretended to be his mistress, claiming to be pregnant, all for a scheme that was supposed to be flawless. But it wasn't. Argo Greensmith, the groom of the wedding Natalia mistakenly attended, refused to let her slip away unscathed. Fueled by a desire to ensure she faced consequences for her deceitful actions, he stood firm in his decision to hold her accountable for her misdeeds.

During our vacation in the Mediterranean, Enoch Robertson's girlfriend sent him a selfie in a bikini, asking him to bring one back for her. Infuriated, I accused her of being shameless and having no sense of decency. Later that afternoon, a video of me showering went viral online. Panicking, I grabbed my phone and went to find Enoch, only to overhear him and his friends talking by the bathroom door. "Enoch, you’re really going all out this time," one friend said. "The photos you shared in the group before were way too tame." "But aren’t you worried that Sage Woods might break up with you when she finds out? Even though the video only shows a side profile, everyone who knows her can easily recognize it's Sage." Enoch dismissed their concerns, saying, "She’s head over heels for me. She’s threatened to break up ninety-nine times, and each time she begs me to take her back. Now that she’s exposed to everyone, she’ll just cling to me even more." He continued, "Anyway, she had it coming. Charlotte just asked me to buy her a bikini, and Sage called her shameless.

Rebirth. Revenge. Romance. In her past life, Delia was blind to love. Betrayed by her cousin and ex, she discarded her "crippled" husband Curtis-only to die disfigured and alone. Now she's back. This time, she tears up the divorce papers and clings to Curtis's side-only to discover he's not weak at all. In fact, when he rises from his wheelchair, the world bows. "You're mine-body and soul," he growls, his voice like velvet and steel. She's the one seducing him now-until he's addicted, crazed, and can't live without her. She'll crush her enemies, reclaim everything they stole, and love the man who once gave her the world. This time, she'll give him back everything-and more.

Five years after my ex, Clay, traded me for power, we met again at an exclusive summit. He and his new fiancée, Destany, publicly humiliated me, calling me a trespasser and a thief for looking for my son's lost locket. Then, my three-year-old son, Justus, ran to me, crying "Mama!" In a horrifying move, Destany snatched him from my arms. She shrieked to the powerful crowd that I was a low-born commoner who had kidnapped a child of noble blood. The room erupted, calling for my arrest. Clay, the man I once loved, watched with cold satisfaction as guards pinned my arms back. He ordered them to take my son away and deal with me. I screamed that Justus was mine, but my pleas were drowned out by their accusations. How could this be happening? The man who once promised me everything was now helping to rip my child away from me, branding me a criminal. But just as they were about to drag me away, an immense power slammed into the room, forcing everyone to their knees. A tall, imposing figure appeared, his golden eyes blazing with fury. My husband, Damien, had arrived.

My grandfather sold me to a man named Maverick to settle his gambling debts. I stood on the private platform at Union Station, a human payment waiting to be collected. But he never came. An hour later, his assistant called to say the deal was off. I was told to disappear by morning or face the consequences. My family blamed me for their ruin and threw me out onto the street. Homeless and disowned, I had no choice but to take a low-level job at Prosperity Group, the biggest investment firm in Chicago. I needed to survive. I never understood why he rejected me. I had followed every rule, worn the red dress he demanded, and waited like a lamb for slaughter. Why would he agree to save my family only to destroy us at the last second? On my first day, I was called into the CEO's office. The man behind the desk was Damien Maddox, the city's most ruthless billionaire. He looked at me with a chilling familiarity. He was the man who had bought me. And he was the man who had thrown me away.

doors. ‎ ‎Hidden,Watched, Broken by an illness no one ever tried to cure. I was raised to believe my world was small, my future already decided, and my freedom something I didn't deserve. ‎ ‎Then he came. ‎ ‎Quiet. Dangerous. Forbidden. ‎The one man who looked at me like I wasn't fragile... or disposable. ‎ ‎Loving him was never part of the plan. Neither was jealousy, desire, or the fire his cousin ignited when she stepped into my carefully controlled prison. She was everything I wasn't allowed to be free, fearless, and tempting fate. ‎ ‎As secrets unravel and my illness worsens, I discover the truth behind my captivity. I was never protected. I was owned. ‎ ‎Now I must choose between silence and survival... ‎Between a love that could destroy me... ‎And a freedom I've never known. ‎ ‎Because some hearts are locked away for a reason. ‎And some cages are built to be broken. ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

Synopsis: Whitney James, an 18 year old college student, is in love with the charming and confident captain of the hockey team. Jason has never taken relationships seriously. But when he meets Whitney, something about her innocence and quiet strength draws him in. She never believed someone like him could notice her until one unexpected night at the pool party changed everything.She gave her virginity to no other person but her secret crush. When her mother finds love again, Whitney is stunned to discover that the man her mom is marrying is none other than Jason's father. Now, Whitney is torn between love and family. She must confront the impossible choice between following her heart or doing what's right.

I stood before the altar of the grand gothic cathedral, about to marry Julian Moretti, the grieving adopted son stepping up for the comatose Don. To the hundreds of mafia men behind us, it was a dutiful wedding. But I knew the horrifying truth. Julian and his pregnant mistress, Clara, had orchestrated a brutal plot to steal my dowry and secure his place as the next Don. In my past life, I was completely blind to their betrayal. Julian trapped me in our apartment and set it ablaze. I could still feel the blistering heat of the fire. I could still hear my mother’s agonizing screams and my little brother Antonio’s desperate coughing as the smoke filled our lungs. My entire family was burned alive just so Julian could swap the brides and put his whore in my place. I died in pure agony, filled with hatred and despair, wondering why I had trusted a monster. God hadn't saved me from those flames. The Devil had. And he sent me back to this exact moment at the altar. "Do you, Isabella Rossi, take Julian Moretti to be your lawfully wedded husband?" the priest asked. Julian reached for my hand with a sickeningly gentle smile. I didn't give it to him. I tore back my lace veil and turned to face the crowd. "You are mistaken, Father," I said, my voice like ice. "The man I am bound to marry is your Don. Damien Moretti."

I trusted the wrong people in my past life. My supposed lover and my sweet sister conspired against me, locking me inside a burning warehouse to die. But the man I had spent my life hating, my ruthless captor Damien Sterling, rushed straight into that inferno and burned alive just to try and save me. In my past life, I was utterly blind. I believed Julian's forged documents and Scarlett's fake affection. I even tried to assassinate Damien with a silver dagger they provided, breaking the heart of the only man who truly loved me. I died choking on thick ash, realizing too late who the real monsters were. Why was I so incredibly foolish? Why did I let their vicious manipulation turn me into a weapon against the one person who would sacrifice absolutely everything for me? Opening my eyes again, the phantom smell of smoke vanished. I was sitting in the bloody water of Damien's bathtub, right after my staged suicide attempt. When my sister sneaked into my penthouse suite and handed me the dagger to kill him again, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed her hand tightly and plunged the sharp blade directly into my own shoulder. "Please don't kill me, Scarlett!" This time, I will ruthlessly ruin them both, and I will never let Damien go.

The world was a high-pitched scream. It wasn’t a sound from the outside; it was the death rattle of my auditory nerves, a relentless, piercing whine that drowned out the chaotic rhythm of the ER. I stared at the ceiling tiles, counting the water stains to anchor myself. One. Two. Three. My body felt distant, wrapped in the heavy, dull throb of percussion trauma. The blast in Queens had been a mechanical failure—a corroded timer on a WW2-era munition that shouldn't have been live. I had done everything right. The protocols.

My fiancé used his influence to snatch my government enterprise position, handing it to the local beauty instead. When I confronted him, he was utterly unmoved. “A woman like you should not be roaming around. Your place is at home, doing laundry and cooking,” he declared. In response, I quit the factory on the spot, announcing my plan to head south for work. My fiancé, who had been accusing me of being petty, was left speechless. “You've never even left town before. You think you can suddenly make a living down south? Don't act recklessly,” he scoffed. The village beauty, who had always benefited from my hard work, was equally taken aback.