Escape from Heartless Husband
My daughter and the son of my husband's first love were in a terrible car accident. As the attending physician, my husband immediately decided to allocate the rare AB negative blood to Jireh. I swallowed my pride and, in front of everyone, knelt to beg him. His response was cold and calculated: "Marianna's condition is stable compared to Jireh's critical state. I have to prioritize the most severe case."
At that moment, a few mysterious lines of text appeared before me:
[The blood in storage could have saved both, but the male lead was so worried it wouldn’t be enough that he used it all on someone else’s child.]
[After the daughter dies, the female lead soon ends her own life. Hang in there, everyone; there will be a time when this jerk will regret everything.]
Seeing my daughter in grave danger, I ignored the nurse's protests and burst into the operating room. Trading two lives for genuine remorse was an ending I refused to accept. Logan looked shocked when I barged in, sweat beginning to gather on his brow. Without hesitation, he hurried over and slapped me hard across the face. “You’re being reckless!
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Chapter 2
"Ah!"
The operating room erupted with gasps of shock, and even the online comments were in a frenzy.
[Wait, what?! Wasn't this the scene where the protagonist was supposed to trust the jerk and leave the operating room? Did I read a knock-off version before?]
[Has the protagonist lost her mind? Is she planning to harm Theodora's son? No, no, no... Please don't, no matter how horrible the villainess is, the child is innocent.]
In the next instant, I pressed the scalpel against one of the hanging blood bags. Without hesitation, I slashed it open, and the blood poured out, pooling on the floor, soaking a large area.
"Each blood bag holds around 200 milliliters. You've already wasted one-fifteenth," I growled at him, pressing the bloodstained scalpel against another bag. "You've got five seconds to decide. Are you going to save Marianna or not?!"
Logan Ryan's face flushed with anxiety. "Caroline, I... Didn’t I promise you? As soon as the new supply arrived, I'd schedule the surgery to save Marianna. What are you doing?!"
This wasn’t the answer I wanted. Swiftly, I cut open the second blood bag. Everyone around was so shocked by my desperate actions that they couldn’t move.
When the scalpel hovered over the third blood bag, Logan finally cracked. "I'll do it... I'll have them prepare for surgery right now. Caroline, please, calm down. Don't do anything drastic, okay?"
Quickly, the medical staff gathered the remaining blood bags, just what Marianna needed. After over five grueling hours, another doctor, who led the surgery, emerged from the operating room with a grave look.
"Ms. Riley, your daughter is out of immediate danger."
"But..." he hesitated, his expression turning serious, filled with sympathy. "Marianna's injuries were severe, and the delayed treatment caused blood supply issues that have damaged her brain. You need to be prepared for the possible outcomes."
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9.2
I smoothed down the silver silk of my gown, watching as pack members filled the ceremonial grounds. Thirty years. Three decades of standing beside Marcus as his Luna, of sacrificing my own ambitions for our bond. The mate bond the Moon Goddess had blessed us with. "You look beautiful," Marcus's voice came from behind me, his hands settling on my waist. Even after all these years, his touch sent a familiar warmth through me. "Thank you, my Alpha," I replied, turning to face him. At fifty-three, Marcus still commanded the room with his presence, his dark hair now streaked with distinguished silver. "Everything is ready. The pack has outdone themselves for our anniversary."
Inside me, Lyra, my wolf, stirred with contentment.
9.3
To save my mate, I was dragged into rogue territory for ten days and nights. They stripped me of my Luna status, shattered my aura, and forced me to endure the torment of carrying and birthing rogue offspring. When I was finally rescued, the mate who had sworn to never abandon me announced to the entire werewolf community that he would take another as his Luna—Serena, his loyal Beta. He even elevated her to the position of his pack's most influential female leader. In my darkest hour, Hayes, a Lycan Prince who had secluded himself for a decade, emerged from his solitude and offered me his hand in marriage. He declared that a woman’s worth was not defined by her past but by her resilience, and that I was a treasure beyond measure. Ten years later, after countless failed pregnancies, I resorted to using my Omega bloodline in a desperate attempt to conceive a child with a rare, powerful lineage. One day, my mind link accidentally connected with Marcus’s inner circle, and I overheard a conversation I was never meant to hear. “Alpha, it was brilliant of you to orchestrate her capture by the rogues. If it weren’t for her weakened state, Serena might not have secured her position as Beta.”
Marcus’s voice was cold and calculated.
9.6
She was born without the sacred crescent mark that crowns the worthy. Reduced to shadows and servitude, Ashley Voss has spent her life protecting the only soul who ever showed her kindness: her half-sister Clara, the perfect Luna-to-be. But when the dangerously magnetic heir Damien Blackwood coldly declares his plan to impregnate Ashley in a ritual claiming and then discard her to preserve Clara's purity, something ancient awakens. One stolen glance ignites an impossible true mate bond, a feral hunger neither can deny. Caught between loyalty to her sister, her father's wrath, and a desire that could shatter empires, Ashley must choose: safeguard the sister who deserves the crown or surrender to the brutal alpha who was never meant to crave the unmarked girl. One night of raw, desperate passion. One forbidden bite. And a deadly dawn duel where love will either rise victorious or bleed out on frozen ground.
9.1
My anniversary dinner ended not with a kiss, but with my husband Cole cheating on me with my cousin, Britney.
He kicked me out of our home, the one my father helped us buy, and banished me to the guest house. But when I arrived, Britney was already there, wearing my favorite silk robe, smirking as she told me I'd be staying in the damp basement apartment instead.
Down in the cold, musty cellar, I found what my father left me: proof that Cole hadn't just married me. He had orchestrated the hostile takeover that destroyed my father's company, drove him to his death, and then married me to steal everything that was left, including my life's work, a project called "Aura."
He had me committed to a psychiatric facility, telling everyone I was unstable. He thought he had buried me, but my childhood friend Eric helped me fake my death in a staged car crash.
Now, years later, I've returned.
Under a new name, Iris, I've created a new masterpiece that has the tech world buzzing, and it's about to bring Cole's empire to its knees.
He thinks Emma Russell is dead. He has no idea she's about to destroy him.
7.1
The captain is dead to the world. And I'm the only one holding the kill switch.
Ethan Carter, the "Glacier of Silvercrest," was the most feared Alpha to ever step onto the ice. Now, he's nothing but a shell-a broken, comatose legend trapped in his own body.
My life? It was supposed to be simple. Graduate, survive the pack's bottom-tier status, and pay off my father's ruinous blood-debts. Instead, the pack elders handed me a contract soaked in cold, hard malice: I am the designated "Stabilizer." My only job is to touch him, scent him, and keep his wolf from flatlining.
I thought I was just a glorified nurse. I didn't realize the Alpha was listening.
When Ethan finally wakes, he isn't the hero the Kingdom of Valeria remembers. He's a starving predator with amber eyes that burn holes through my defenses and a temperament that makes the frost in the mansion seem warm. He hates the bargain, he hates the pack, and-most dangerously-he hates the way his scent turns wild whenever I'm near.
He wants me out of his sight. I want to be out of his reach.
But in a pack built on secrets, someone is still trying to finish the job they started on his life. Now, the man who wants me gone is the only one who can protect me. And as the rink turns into a battlefield, I'm realizing the most dangerous thing about the Alpha isn't his temper... it's the fact that once he claims a mate, he doesn't know how to let go.
Frozen hearts are meant to shatter. But in the fire of this pack, we're both going to burn.
8.7
The grand hall of the Silver Moon Pack house had never felt so cold. I stood alone in the center of the circular space, hundreds of eyes boring into me from all sides. The once-familiar faces of my pack members had transformed into a sea of strangers, their expressions ranging from curiosity to disgust. The whispers that had haunted me for weeks had culminated in this moment—this public execution of everything I had ever been. My wolf, Lyra, whimpered weakly inside me. *Stay strong, Victoria. Whatever happens, we face it together.*
But Lyra's voice was faint, a mere echo of the powerful presence she had once been. The injuries from the rogue attack three months ago had weakened her beyond recognition, and with each passing day, I felt her slipping further away. The heavy oak doors at the far end of the hall swung open. Alpha Michael Sterling—my mate, my love, my executioner—strode in, his powerful aura washing over the assembly like a suffocating wave.