He Chose Glass Over His Diamond Luna
My husband, the Alpha, refused to mark me for three years, claiming he was waiting for the "perfect moment." Yet, he had no trouble claiming the "stray" rogue we took in.
I found Alessandro in his study, mocking me as a cold "ice sculpture" while Aria sat in his lap. He didn't just give her his affection; he gave her my life.
He cleared my sanctuary, the greenhouse, to plant cheap tulips for her. He drained the Pack's emergency funds to buy her a five-million-dollar necklace meant for a Luna.
But the ultimate betrayal happened in the stables.
My saddle snapped mid-jump. The fall shattered my leg, and the wound sizzled with liquid silver—sabotage meant to maim me permanently.
When the evidence pointed to Aria, Alessandro didn't punish her. He ordered the evidence buried.
He looked me in the eye and said a broken leg might finally teach me some humility.
He destroyed my reputation to boost his own ego, protecting a woman who was actually sleeping with half his council behind his back.
He thought I would break. He thought I would beg.
Instead, I stood before the entire Pack, played the footage of his mistress's treason, and uttered the words that would destroy him.
"I, Katarina De Luca, reject you."
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Chapter 5
Katarina POV:
I stayed in my room for two days.
Alessandro thought I was sulking. He thought I was broken.
I was working.
I didn't need to drill holes in the walls; I wasn't an amateur. I used the security override codes Mark had 'accidentally' left in the file to activate the dormant surveillance nodes in the East Wing.
I sat in front of my laptop, watching the feeds.
Camera 4: The Kitchen.
Aria walked in. The shy, stuttering girl was gone. She walked with a swagger.
"You!" she pointed at a young Omega maid. "This soup is trash. It's cold."
"I'm sorry, Miss Aria, I can heat it-"
Aria slapped the bowl out of the maid's hand. Hot soup splattered over the girl's apron.
"Lick it up," Aria sneered. "That's what dogs do, isn't it?"
The maid started to cry, bending down to clean the mess. Aria laughed and kicked the girl in the ribs.
I recorded it. Save to Folder: Evidence.
Camera 2: The Alpha's Study.
Alessandro was pacing. Aria was sitting on the desk, swinging her legs.
"The Elders are asking questions about the five million, Alessandro," he said, running a hand through his hair. "My father is furious."
"Tell him it was an investment," Aria said, examining her nails. "Or tell him to mind his own business. You're the Alpha, aren't you? Or is your daddy still in charge?"
Alessandro stopped. "Don't speak about my father like that."
Aria hopped off the desk. She walked over to him, softening her face instantly. She became the victim again.
"I'm sorry, baby. I just hate seeing you stressed. You're so strong. You deserve to do whatever you want." She kissed his chest. "You saved me. Remember?"
Alessandro deflated. The savior complex kicked in. "I know. I know."
The door to my bedroom burst open.
I slammed the laptop shut.
Alessandro stood there. He looked disheveled.
"You've been in here for two days," he said. "Get dressed. The Rossi Pack is hosting a dinner. We have to go."
"I'm not feeling well," I said coldly. "Perhaps Aria can wear the Luna's sash tonight? She seems to enjoy my jewelry."
"Stop it," he snapped. "You're coming. I need you to... I need you to look perfect. Like usual."
"Perfect," I repeated. "That's all I am to you. A prop."
I stood up, walking toward him. "You know she's lying, Alessandro. You know her parents aren't dead. I found her records. They live in Ohio. She has credit card debt. She's not a tragic orphan."
Alessandro looked away. "I know."
I froze. "You know?"
"I know some of it is... exaggerated," he admitted. "But she had a hard life, Katarina. She needs me."
"She is manipulating you!"
"She makes me feel needed!" he shouted. "You? You don't need anyone. You're perfect. You're rich. You're strong. You never cry. You never ask for help. Being with you is like being with a... a mirror. It's exhausting."
He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a cruel whisper. "You don't need me, Katarina. But she would die without me."
I stared at him. The man I had loved since I was sixteen.
"You are pathetic," I said. "You don't want a mate. You want a pet."
His phone buzzed. He checked it. His face softened.
Aria: I'm scared of the thunder. Please come hold me.
It wasn't even raining.
"I have to go," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He tossed it onto the bed.
"Wear that tonight. It's an apology."
He left.
I opened the box. It was a silver bracelet. Thin. Cheap. The kind you buy at a mall kiosk.
"An apology," I scoffed.
I threw the bracelet into the trash can.
Then, I sat back down at my laptop. I plugged in a USB drive.
I pulled up a new audio file I had intercepted an hour ago. It was a phone call between Aria and a contact named "Rico."
Audio Playback:
Aria: "He's such an idiot, Rico. I have him wrapped around my finger. He spent five million on a necklace! I'm going to pawn it next week."
Rico (Male voice): "Good girl. Get the cash. And the codes to the vault. Then we leave."
Aria: "I know. I just have to get rid of the Ice Bitch first. The saddle didn't work. I need something stronger."
I gripped the USB drive. My knuckles turned white.
"You want something stronger, Aria?" I whispered, my eyes glowing a faint, icy blue. "I'll give you something stronger."
Next week was the Alpha Summit. Every leader in the region would be there.
It was the perfect stage for an execution.
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Cold-blooded, ruthless, and dangerously obsessed with her.
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7.3
Arianna Blake thrives on control until Damien Hart enters her life. Tall, commanding, and impossibly magnetic, he doesn't just notice her; he challenges her, unsettles her, and awakens desires she never knew existed.
But passion has its dangers. Damien's ex-fiancée, Laila, watches from the shadows, jealous, calculating, and determined to reclaim what she believes is hers. When someone begins following Arianna, and the line between desire and threat blurs, she realizes that surrendering to Damien might come with more than just heartbreak, it could cost her everything.
Caught between irresistible attraction, hidden agendas, and lurking danger, Arianna must navigate love and peril, trust and betrayal, to discover who is truly hers... and who is dangerously theirs.
"Dangerously Yours" this is a contemporary romance infused with suspense, obsession, and the intoxicating push-and-pull of love and danger.
9.5
Five years ago, I lost everything.
My marriage. My brother. My dignity.
All because of the man I loved - Ian Vance.
He betrayed me with my best friend and left me to drown in the chaos he created. But I didn't die, and I sure as hell didn't forget.
Now I'm back - stronger, colder, and not the same naive woman he once broke.
He thinks the past is buried, that I've disappeared for good.
But I'm here to remind him that ghosts don't rest until they're avenged.
"You once said I was a nuisance in your life, Ian. Let me show you what a nightmare truly looks like."
Every secret will surface. Every wound will reopen.
And by the time I'm done, he'll wish he never met me.Dive into a world where betrayal wears designer heels and revenge tastes like champagne.In this world of glittering wealth and hidden sins, love and revenge are just two sides of the same coin - and I'm ready to flip it.
7.5
I was a ghost haunting the halls of Port Sterling High, pretending to be alive. My only goal was to live like a normal teenager, even as the cancer eating me from the inside was a secret I guarded with my life.
Then the school's resident psycho, Bishop Dalton, decided I was his to protect.
He mistook my chemo-induced weakness for fragility and my nausea for nerves. He fought my battles, took detention for me, and glared at anyone who looked at me wrong, ready to tear the world apart for me. He was trying to save me from the monsters he understood, never guessing the real monster was in my own blood.
Then one day, he saw it: the horrific, black-and-purple bruise on my arm from a blown IV.
The fury in his eyes was terrifying. He was ready to kill whoever had dared to touch me. He grabbed my wrist, his voice shaking as he demanded a name. "Who did this to you?"
I couldn't tell him the truth. The pity would have been a sentence worse than death.
So I looked that beautiful, broken boy in the eye and gave him a lie far more cruel. "I did it to myself," I whispered, letting the tears fall.
I watched the fire in his soul die out, replaced by a devastating pity. I had saved my secret, but in doing so, I had just become the tragedy he would try to fix.
9.1
When she's preparing dinner for him, he's out there dating;
When she's drinking with men to get a business deal for him, he is announcing to be single for the price of his stock;
When she drags herself to the hospital in high fever, he's at the same hospital, taking care of his ex girl friend.
She loved him for ten years. She did everything for him and gave him everything she had. She thought their love can never die, yet it did.
She doesn't hate him. She's just tired.
She turns and left him, only to see that there was a firm chest that has been waiting for her all this time. She is also the one adored in another man's eyes, and when she finally gets a taste of being loved, she realize--
He has never loved her.
That day he gets back home, only to be shocked that the woman who has always been there for him was gone.
Regret taking over him as he chases after her, only to see another man saying the scared oath on the alter with their hands holding together.
That was when he realized--
The innocent girl who loved him, the most precious treasure that he as ever got in his life, is gone.
He lost the best thing that has ever been his.
Two broken hearts. One fake marriage. A thousand buried secrets.
Eva thought love would be enough to keep them together. Ten years loving Stephan. Five years married to him. And one tragic accident that shattered everything they ever were, she's left with a stranger wearing her husband's face.
Until the day she finally walks away.
And that's when she meets Micah, her ex-husband's enemy, the man who once set her marriage on fire just by existing.
He proposes to her a dangerous deal: a one-year marriage that will make Stephan regret ever letting her go.
But what starts as a game to wound her ex soon spirals into something raw, tender, and terrifyingly real.
Only, Micah isn't what he seems. Behind his easy smile are secrets she was never meant to find, secrets that could destroy them both.
And when the truth comes out, love might not be enough to save anyone.
When the lies unravel... will her heart choose forgiveness - or freedom?
8.2
"I am not my sister. And you can LOVE ME OR HATE ME for that, but you don't get to punish me for her sins."
Daniel breaks. The wall doesn't just come down. It collapses.
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Aria Blackwood didn't plan to fall in love with her boss. She planned to keep her head down, do her job, and ignore the way Daniel Cole's presence rearranged every room he entered, including the room inside her chest.
Daniel Cole didn't plan to feel anything ever again. Not after Vivienne. Not after the betrayal that stripped him of $50,000, a fake pregnancy that never existed, and every reason to trust a woman's smile.
He swore on her name. On her bloodline. On every person who carried her last name.
He just didn't know he'd already fallen for one.
When the truth surfaces at the worst possible moment, mid-engagement, mid-happiness, mid-finally, Daniel must choose between the wound that shaped him and the woman who healed him without even knowing he was bleeding.
Love was never supposed to find him again.
It sent the wrong sister anyway.