His Three Alphas

Once a pampered princess, Alaina now clutched a deactivated American Express card, staring out at Central Park. Her family’s fortune was gone, her life, over. Her family's Hamptons estate, a four-generation legacy, was seized by Dyer Capital. The name hit her: Hardin Dyer, the poor boy she’d once scorned, had returned. Hardin marched in, serving a divorce agreement. He'd orchestrated her family's downfall for revenge, giving her 24 hours to vacate his property. Penniless, her father faced prison, needing $50 million. Her mother forced her to beg Hardin, who sneered, offering the money for her body. Alaina ripped up the contract. Hours later, her father had a heart attack. Desperate, she became "Lexi," a club girl enduring humiliation. In the Viper Room, Hardin's lackeys demanded she lick whiskey off his shoe for $10,000. Hardin watched. Outside, her brother Ashton's hand was threatened for a $3 million debt. Spirit shattered, Alaina returned, knelt on broken glass, offering to sign. But Hardin declared her family "dead," offering $10 million for her body, commanding her to use her mouth. In a furious act of defiance, Alaina threw whiskey in his face, snatched the check, and fled. Yet, when he finally took her, a searing, foreign pain and blood on the sheets revealed a shocking truth: he had never touched her three years ago. Why had he let her believe such a monstrous lie?

Ten years together. Three years married. I believed we were the perfect couple—until an anonymous photo showed my husband Jereme kissing my stepsister, Ericka. Pregnant with our IVF miracle, I overheard their plan: he had bribed the clinic to swap his sperm with a discarded sample. I was just an incubator, never worthy of his bloodline. When I served him divorce papers, he slammed me into a wall. As blood pooled beneath me, he sneered, "Stop faking," and left me to die. But that discarded sample belonged to Blace Salinas—the city's most powerful billionaire. Now, from my hospital bed, I have a ruthless ally ready to make them pay.

Born under a dark omen, a young girl is forced to bury the stillborn in exchange for mysterious golden coins. While her family prospers from her grim labor, she is left in ruin. Everything changes when the world of Haunts emerges, revealing that her coins are actually tokens of command over the undead. In this action-packed fantasy novel, the former outcast rises as the Empress of the End, wielding her spectral hoard to rule a broken world with absolute authority.

A powerful succubus is sent to the human realm to seduce and drain the life force of a brilliant but emotionally guarded man whose soul is rumored to unlock an ancient infernal gate. Her mission is clear: make him fall, then destroy him. But as nights turn into whispered confessions and stolen moments, she discovers he is painfully aware of what she is-and he's using her just as much as she's using him. What she doesn't know is that her superiors planned her emotional attachment, intending to sacrifice her once the gate is opened. Now trapped between love, survival, and betrayal from both realms, she must decide: save the man who softened her heart-or burn heaven, hell, and destiny itself. Themes: manipulation, mutual deception, forbidden intimacy, emotional power shifts.

Today is my sixth wedding anniversary. It's also the day my husband, Liam, brought up divorce for the 47th time. He does this for Seraphina, his childhood friend. The woman who orchestrated a car crash on our wedding day, a tragedy that left her unable to have children and left him shackled by a debt of guilt. For six years, I have been the price of his repayment. I endured the relentless cycle. But this time was different. This time, after Seraphina pushed me down a spiral staircase, Liam promised me justice. He swore he would make her pay. Instead, he ensured the smart home security system "mysteriously" erased all evidence. That night, from the supposed safety of a house he had arranged, Seraphina had me kidnapped. As her hired thugs tore at my clothes in the back of a cold, dark van, I managed to make one desperate emergency call to Liam through my smartwatch. He saw my plea. And he hung up. I leaped from that moving van, not onto asphalt, but into the cold, unforgiving sea. As I fought for my life in the icy water, swallowed by the darkness, I made a vow. This time, there would be no 48th remarriage. This time, I would simply cease to exist.

After a car accident leaves him comatose, his family arranges a wife to care for him. Rumored to be ugly and overweight, she is treated as disposable once he wakes, while his heart belongs to another woman. Still, she stays because she loves him. But when another accident leaves her fighting for life alone as he accompanies someone else, she finally lets go. She signs the divorce papers and rebuilds her life abroad. Three years later, she returns as a renowned surgeon, champion racer, and genius jewelry designer. Her ex stands at her door, eyes red with regret, begging for one more chance.