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GIANNA RAINE The card with the 'Constantine De Graaf' written on it. That's the only clue that I got about the identity of the man that impregnated me. I'm not really interested in getting to know him...all I want is to inform him that I am pregnant. That's all. Then, I can move abroad and live a life with my baby as a single mom. But why am I staring at a familiar face? He had left as Elliott the bodyguard. All of a sudden, he's Constantine De Graaf?! CONSTANTINE I'm on cloud nine when Miss Gianna shows up in my office. But it all disappears when she reveals her purpose. WHO THE HELL DARE GETS HER PREGNANT?!!! WHEN I...NO! NO WAY! I'll do everything in my power to help her. For the meantime, I'll take care of her. Give everything she and the baby wants. I promised Miss Gianna that I'll help her find the father of the baby...but I didn't say alive.

The first clue my life was a lie was a moan from the guest room. My husband of seven years wasn't in our bed. He was with my intern. I discovered my husband, Brendan, was having a four-year affair with Kiya-the talented girl I was mentoring and personally paying tuition for. The next morning, she sat at our breakfast table in his shirt while he made us pancakes. He lied to my face, promising he'd never love another, just before I learned she was pregnant with his child-a child he'd always refused to have with me. The two people I trusted most in the world had conspired to destroy me. The pain wasn't something I could live with; it was an annihilation of my entire world. So I made a call to a neuroscientist about his experimental, irreversible procedure. I didn't want revenge. I wanted to erase every memory of my husband and become his first test subject.

My boyfriend snatched the recommendation letter meant for me, just so his dear Mariam could become a student of a well-known mentor. When I confronted him, he acted as if it was perfectly normal. "You’re so talented; you can make it on your own, but Mariam needs the help," he said. That's when I decided to quit research and pursue studies abroad. The man who usually scolded me for being reckless was suddenly at a loss for words. "Your family doesn't have much money, how will you afford to study overseas? Don't be impulsive!" Mariam, who had always benefited from my hard work, looked just as shocked. "You’ve been working on the ankylosing spondylitis rehabilitation project for so long. How can you just abandon it? That’s so irresponsible!" As I watched them feigning concern, everything became clear.

Madelaine Goode’s life was perfectly planned, right down to the sensible diamond ring on her finger. But when her mother is diagnosed with gastric cancer, her fiancé, Sebastian Ross, is suddenly "too busy" to show up at the hospital. His excuse? Helping his beautiful, manipulative new colleague, Suzanna, settle into the office. When Madelaine discovers Sebastian buying a puppy sweater with Suzanna while her mother lies terrified in a hospital bed, the illusion shatters. She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t beg. She calmly packs her bags, strips the wallpaper from their shared bedroom, and walks away forever. Now, Sebastian is watching his perfect life collapse. Desperate, humiliated, and stripped of his prestige, he resorts to groveling in public, dropping to his knees, and transferring millions just to buy back a fraction of her attention. But Madelaine is done accepting hollow apologies. Armed with a fierce new career and backed by the quiet, overwhelming strength of her new boss, Julian Vance—a man who actually knows how to protect her—she’s ready to teach Sebastian a hard truth: Some debts can never be repaid. And his account is permanently closed.

The wind whipped around me, chilling my sweat-soaked body as I hung suspended over the jagged cliff face. My swollen belly felt impossibly heavy, pulling me downward toward the rocks hundreds of feet below. Only the safety harness bit into my flesh, holding me in this torture chamber of open air and pain. Another contraction seized me, and I bit my lip until I tasted blood, trying not to cry out. "Please," I whispered, my voice carried away by the wind. "Blake, please. Our baby..." My husband stood at the cliff's edge, his tall figure silhouetted against the gray Seattle sky. Not a single dark hair was out of place. His tailored suit remained pristine despite the rugged terrain we'd traversed to reach this isolated spot. His face—once so beloved to me—was a mask of cold indifference as he checked his watch.

The Met Gala charity auction was the perfect stage for my grand entrance. I smoothed my hands over the scandalous crimson gown that hugged my curves like a second skin, the backless design revealing more than it concealed. The gasps and whispers that followed me through the glittering ballroom were music to my ears. "Did you see that dress? Completely inappropriate for a charity event." "I heard she's trying to get Hughes' attention." I caught fragments of conversations as I passed, but paid them no mind. Let them talk. Tonight wasn't about fitting in—it was about standing out. Specifically, standing out in front of Nevaeh Hughes and her precious brother. I spotted them across the room, Nevaeh draped in a demure silver gown that screamed "good girl," while Quentin stood beside her in a perfectly tailored tuxedo, his face a mask of cool indifference. The Manhattan monk, they called him—untouchable, uninterested.

I sat frozen in the sterile examination room, staring at the specialist's lips as they formed words I couldn't process. The white walls seemed to close in around me, the antiseptic smell burning my nostrils. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Foster. The tests are conclusive. Advanced pancreatic cancer. Given the aggressive nature and metastasis... we're looking at approximately three months." Three months. Ninety days. The words echoed in my mind like a death knell.

“I, Axel Fenrys, take you as my fated mate.” For Solenn Thorne, those words weren't a dream—they were a death sentence. Forced into a bond with a cruel Alpha to save her pack, Solenn expected a life of duty. She didn’t expect to find her mate’s pregnant mistress living in his castle. Left broken and rejected by the "destiny" the Moon Goddess promised, Solenn does the unthinkable: She breaks the bond. But when she runs into the arms of Larkin Frost—the High Alpha her family warned her about—she finds a love that is forbidden, a daughter who needs a mother, and a conspiracy that wants them all dead. Fate chose her mate. But Solenn is choosing her revenge.

My son was dying in my arms, and the man who should have been saving him was likely choosing an engagement ring for another woman. I rushed Jeremy to the Emergency Room, his small body heavy and limp against my chest. But the person blocking the sliding doors wasn’t a doctor. It was Yvonne, my fiancé Benedict's new lover. She looked at my desperate, rain-soaked face and sneered. "Don't ruin my night with your drama," she hissed. "Benedict is busy." She and her brother shoved me back onto the wet floor. My son died on the cold tiles of the entrance. My heart gave out moments later, unable to bear the grief. When Benedict finally walked past our bodies, he didn't even look at our faces. He crumpled up the note I had written begging for help and tossed it into the trash. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "She uses the kid as an excuse to interrupt my shift again." He stepped over his own dead son to go to a party. But I didn't disappear. I became a ghost, invisible and tethered to him by an unbreakable chain. I watched him laugh with the woman who killed us. I watched him live his perfect life while I floated in the void. Until he found the autopsy report. Until he saw the date of birth. Until he found the broken locket in the evidence bag engraved with *Benedict & Ava*. Now, he spends every night crying into the dark, begging for a forgiveness he will never get. He thinks he is simply haunted. He has no idea he is paying a blood debt that will never end.

Being an Omega isn't an easy job. In fact, it's one of the hardest jobs within a wolf pack and often a role that gets looked down on constantly. But it is a job that Chloe Patterson cherishes and tries to perfect every day. No matter what gets thrown at her, Chloe remains strong. She pushes herself to do her best because it's what her mother taught her to do from a young age. And even though Chloe's mother has long since passed, Chloe still remembers everything her mother taught her about pack levels. Chloe knows that even though she is an omega, she plays an important role within the pack. Chloe also knows that high titles don't always equal strength. When Chloe finds out who her mate is on her eighteenth birthday, she is a little hesitant. Chloe knows she will do a good job meeting the requirements for her new title, but her mate disagrees. And when he publicly rejects her over her omega status, Chloe stands tall. She lets the secret she has kept for thirteen years out and walks away from the pack she has worked so hard for. Will Chloe's mate regret his decision to reject his omega mate? Will Chloe find her second chance? Will justice come for the wrongdoing done thirteen years ago?

Three years ago, I made Lorenzo Greco an Underboss when I married him. Last night, I caught him slipping our family's diamond crown onto another woman's neck — a woman thirty-two weeks pregnant with the child I was told I could never have. He thought a Mafia princess wouldn't notice the wires he'd cut. The transfers he'd buried. The pills he'd been feeding me with my morning espresso. He forgot one thing. Salvatore women don't divorce traitors. We bury them. By dawn, his casinos lost their protection. By Friday, his bride-to-be will learn whose blood she really carries. And the man my father always meant for me to marry is finally coming home. Lorenzo wanted a son. I'll give him a funeral instead.

Sarah Thompson discovers $3,847 of unauthorized charges on her card—gifts shipped to Marcus’s Ukrainian hometown. A PI confirms Marcus has a secret family: Elena, his real partner, and their daughter Sophie, whom he’s funded for over a year. Sarah uncovers Marcus’s searches for untraceable poisons, forged $4M life-insurance policies, and plans to kill her during a “remote mountain getaway.” She contacts federal agents, feeds him false trust, and prepares to turn the tables before he can murder her.

I built Lockwood Tech with my own hands and signed it all under his name. Three years later Ethan slid divorce papers across the table and told me my sister Sloane was already moving into my bedroom. He didn't know I was six weeks pregnant. He didn't know I owned 51% of the company he thought was his. So I signed. I walked out. And I took the only thing that was ever really mine. What I didn't plan for was Damon Reyes — Ethan's biggest rival — sliding a different kind of contract across a different table, and a ring that came with it. By the time Ethan figures out who actually controls Lockwood Tech, I'll be the one holding the pen. And this time, he's the one who'll be begging.

The familiar path to Marcus's private study felt different today. My footsteps echoed against the polished wooden floors of the Shadowmere Pack House as the afternoon sun cast long shadows through the tall windows. I'd walked this corridor countless times over our five years together, but something in the air felt wrong—charged with a heaviness I couldn't name. My wolf, Luna, stirred uneasily within me. *Something's not right, Sarah.* *It's just pre-full moon nerves,* I assured her, though I didn't believe it myself. I smoothed down my navy dress—Marcus's favorite—and touched the simple silver promise ring he'd given me on our third anniversary. The metal felt cold against my skin despite having worn it every day since. When I reached the heavy oak door of his study, I paused, inhaling deeply. His scent—pine and rain—usually brought comfort, but today it mingled with something else. Something that made Luna whimper.

An accident made Snow Cecy the most hated person of her husband. She was imprisoned and gave birth to a child in prison. After she was released from prison, it was her husband's crazy revenge and betrayal that met her and her children. Snow Cecy thought that one day she could wait for the truth to come out, but she only waited for a paper of incurable medical treatment. On the day of diagnosis, Vicdor Blake held his sweetheart and said to her, "you'd better die now. Don't hinder me from marrying Leyi!" At this moment, Snow Cecy finally understood what it means to die like ashes. In the fire, Snow Cecy held her child and had nothing to miss in this world. And when all the truth is revealed,Vicdor is almost tortured into a madman by remorse holding the ashes of the two people. Three years later, a person suffering from a terminal illness has become a famous doctor that is hard to find. However, the president has tortured himself to the death. Snow Cecy nestled in another man's arms and looked at Vicdor coldly. Even if you die now, it has nothing to do with me.

Elena Marlowe is a quiet and gentle woman who never looked for trouble. But everything changes the night she meets Damien De Luca, a powerful Mafia boss known for being cold, arrogant, and ruthless. From the beginning, Damien wants her-and he always gets what he wants. At first, Elena is afraid of him, but as time passes, she sees another side of the man everyone fears. With her, Damien becomes softer, more human. And for the first time, he learns what it means to love. Their love is strong, but danger follows them everywhere. Friends turn into traitors, and even family members plot against them. Surrounded by lies and betrayal, Elena and Damien must fight for each other and for the life they dream of. This is a story of love and danger, of passion and betrayal-where even in the darkest world, love can change everything.

After ninety-nine failed attempts to win the heart of the brilliant but cold Dr. Julian Burke, I drugged him for one night of passion. It didn't make him love me. I fled to London in shame. Three years later, a photo surfaced. It was Julian, smiling tenderly at a younger woman-a dead ringer for his deceased first love. I flew back to New York to end our sham engagement, but he destroyed me first. He publicly accused me of leaking his research, and his testimony sent me to prison. While I was inside, I was brutally attacked and lost a kidney. My father, crushed by the scandal, died of a stroke, and I wasn't there to say goodbye. I was just collateral damage in his twisted atonement for a ghost, a convenient villain to protect her manipulative sister. He let me rot, believing I was a monster. But he didn't know the secret I carried from that one night. After my release, I took our son and vanished. I would build a new life, and he would never know the son he abandoned or the woman he truly broke.

Lauren Sterling gave up her career to support her boyfriend, Julian Drake, believing his words that he and his family lived for privacy. But it was nothing but a lie. He had only replaced her with her best friend. On the day they were supposed to get married, he left her waiting. Out of desperation, Lauren Sterling married a stranger! Alexander Ashford. The man who gave her three months to take her revenge. In a dangerous game where revenge collides with betrayal, dangers and secrets. Will Lauren Sterling survive?

After five years in a maximum-security women's prison, Abbey Dudley was finally released. Her billionaire brother came to pick her up in a luxury SUV, but it wasn't to welcome her home. Five years ago, her adopted sister Emmie pushed a girl down a flight of concrete stairs. To protect their precious golden child, Abbey's biological parents forced her to take the bloody trophy and the blame, locking her in a cage at seventeen. While they took Emmie to Paris Fashion Week, Abbey was gagged with bleach-soaked towels and her leg was shattered by an iron pipe. They froze her eighteen-million-dollar trust fund and secretly transferred every cent to Emmie. On the day of her release, they dragged her to a grand ballroom filled with New York's elite. They forced her to wear her yellowed, frayed high school uniform, intending to publicly humiliate her as a degenerate gambling addict and an academic failure to highlight Emmie's perfection. Abbey stood there with a ruined leg and a hollowed-out soul. How could her own flesh and blood strip a Stanford-bound genius of her perfect grades, hand them to an adopted stranger, and throw their biological daughter to the wolves without a second thought? "Since you surgically removed the facts that make you monsters, I invite everyone here to verify the truth." Under the horrified gasps of the crowd, Abbey exposed their forged evidence and shattered their perfect facade. Leaving her terrified parents and screaming brother in the ruins of their reputation, she walked out into the cold night, gripping a single silver embroidery needle. She was going to carve out every drop of blood they took from her, with interest.

Antoinette stood on the manicured church lawn, the blinding summer sun stabbing her eyes. The funeral service for her parents had just ended. A hand wrapped around her trembling shoulder, carrying the sharp, cloying scent of Fabian Cash's cologne. It was the exact same cologne her fiancé wore the night he locked her in a burning house to die in her previous life. Now, wearing a mask of sorrowful devotion, Fabian tried to drag her to his car to control her parents' massive life insurance payout. When she shoved him away in pure nausea, his mother Eleanor immediately shrieked to the crowd, deploying her usual guilt trip. "She's lost her mind! The girl has completely snapped!" The townspeople whispered and pointed fingers, watching Fabian play the victim as he tightened his bruising grip on her wrist, claiming she was hysterical and needed to be locked away. Antoinette stared at the mother and son who had conspired to steal her family's estate and end her life. The rage inside her felt like battery acid pumping through her veins. They didn't care if she lived or died; they only cared about the money. How could she let them strip her of everything again? She didn't hesitate. She swung with every bit of strength she possessed, slapping Fabian across the face in front of the entire town. "The engagement is over," she announced coldly. Then, she turned her back on her greedy ex-fiancé and walked straight toward the terrifyingly powerful billionaire Hiram Graves, ready to let the world burn.

I should have known something was wrong when Austin insisted I come to his birthday party. He'd been distant all week, canceling our date nights with vague excuses that always seemed to involve Thea Dixon. His 'tomboyish' best friend. The girl who'd made my high school years a living hell and somehow wormed her way into my boyfriend's life despite my history with her. Now I sat in a circle with Austin's college friends, the sweet taste of birthday cake still lingering on my tongue as someone suggested playing Truth or Dare. My stomach knotted with anxiety as I watched Thea lean casually against Austin's shoulder, her short dark hair brushing against his neck. She caught me looking and smirked. "Let's make this interesting," she announced, her voice carrying that edge I'd come to recognize as danger. I twisted the silver bracelet Austin had given me for our anniversary, trying to calm my nerves. The room felt too warm, too crowded, the faces around me blurring except for Austin's and Thea's.

"How could the moon goddess pull off this mockery of a match? How could the moon goddess match me with a nobody like you? This would only make me seem weak to my people; they are already on my neck. With this, no one would ever respect me," Anabella Stone a sleep concierge at a multi-million dollar hotel was unjustly sacked by her supervisor. In a fit of rage, she decided to report him to the owner, Mr Kane Reed. But had no idea the games fate was playing and it was a dangerous game. When they both discover what the moon goddess requires of them, would they give in? Or would they fight it? Delve in to find out!!

My mate’s childhood friend’s pet wolf, Milo, shredded the journal my mother left me before she passed away. In a burst of anger, I gave Milo a gentle swat on his backside. The next day, I was horrified to find that rogue werewolves had carved deeply humiliating words into my skin with their claws. When the pack healer arrived, I lay exposed on the snowy ground, my body trembling with both cold and shame. Ryland Palmer, my mate and the Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack, held me close, his strong arms wrapping around me as he tended to my wounds with care. His dominant aura, usually a source of comfort, now felt suffocating. While I was recovering in the pack’s infirmary, a mysterious package arrived for me, containing a recording device. "Alpha Ryland, you’re quite something," a voice sneered on the recording. "Just to amuse your childhood friend, you let your mate become a target for rogues. We’ve known each other for over a decade; wouldn’t it make more sense to involve me?" "Get lost," Ryland’s voice snapped back.

Four miscarriages had shattered my spirit, but it was my husband Blake' s silence that truly killed me. I was supposed to be his destined partner, the vessel for the twin sons who would secure his family' s real estate empire, all according to his spiritual guru. Then I discovered the truth at a secret celebration. There stood Blake, beaming beside his high school sweetheart, Chyna, who held two newborn sons. "The prophecy is fulfilled!" the guru declared. My world imploded. Blake called me a "placeholder," admitting he' d orchestrated my miscarriages because those weren't the "destined" children. He moved Chyna into our home, gave her sons the names I had chosen for mine, and even destroyed my mother's rose garden, claiming its "negative energy" was making the babies sick. He then forced me into a brutal "purification" ritual that left me scarred and broken, all to "cleanse" the house for his new family. My agony was just an inconvenient part of his twisted plan. I escaped and built a new life, finding love with a kind man and his son. But just as I accepted his proposal, Blake found me, his eyes blazing with obsession. "You're mine, Amelia," he growled. "And you will return with me, or I will make sure you regret it!"