His Wife Is My Sister, But I'm His Mate
Plot.
Synopsis.
Liora could never belong. The daughter of an extramarital affair, she had lived in the shadows, cut off from the rest of the family, and learned to fend for herself while surviving. Stripping gave her life now, but everything changed one wild night.
Two days before his wedding, Darius entered her club, craving for the last taste of bachelorhood, he pays Liora for a special dance which led to a one-night stand. Neither of them expected to see each other again or that Liora's long lost sister, Selene, was the bride waiting at the altar.
The one-night stand becomes a dangerous truth that must be hidden. Lies never remain hidden, however, and when Liora learns she is pregnant with Darius's child, silence may be not be an option for her.
Exposition.
Liora, a daughter born as a result of her father's infidelity with a maid, which resulted in the divorce that separates her from her big sister. Due to the family's financial difficulties faced while growing up and the consequent death of her father, Liora eventually becomes a stripper to put food on her table. Unknown to her at the time, she carried the hidden omega bloodline from her father's alpha lineage, suppressed by years away from the pack.
Inciting incident.
One night, she is hired by a man who is getting married in just two days and wants to enjoy his last moments of bachelorhood. She ends up having a one-night stand with him. The moment they touched, an undeniable mate spark ignited between them-raw, electric, and impossible to ignore-but neither understood its full power yet.
When Liora returns home that same night, she encounters an old man who introduces himself as the butler of the Blackwood family, tells her she has been invited to the wedding of her sister. This comes as a shock-Liora grew up knowing she had a sister, but Harlan never allowed them to meet. He carried that secret to his grave, and after his death, Liora stopped thinking about it. Despite her hesitation and doubts as to if they got the wrong person, she agrees to attend.
Rising action.
She arrives the night before the wedding , finds out she has been a daughter of the well known Blackwood family all along and learns the truth: it was her stepmother, not Harlan, who had always been against their meeting. The stepmother is currently serving time in jail for a minor business-related crime and her elder sister, Selene had her research done to find her because she wanted to reconcile with her younger sister and what better opportunity than a wedding. Liora also discovers that Selene is a sweetheart who had longed to meet her, but had been forced to stay away because of Ravenna's influence.
But then, another huge blow hits-Liora finds out that the man she was with last night, the one she slept with, is the man Selene is set to marry, Darius. She holds this secret to herself, haunted by the mate pull that now torments her every thought.
The marriage happens, and it all goes well. After that, Selene gives Liora a new path, far from her old job. She brings her into her home and starts to look after her. But soon, Liora finds out she is going to have a baby. With fear and shame, she hides this news.
Climax.
When Ravenna is released from prison, she is furious to find Liora living with her family. She makes it clear that she does not accept her, resenting her existence as a reminder of Harlan's infidelity. A few days later, Selene announces that she is pregnant too. Ravenna immediately becomes protective of her "real" daughter, which only deepens Liora's insecurities. She considers leaving before her secret is exposed.
But fate intervenes. An accident happens, and they find out Liora was pregnant. Since she was once a stripper, no one talks about the dad. But Darius, who knows they share risky secret, sets up a secret meeting for them to talk. He wants to know if he is the dad, and Liora says yes-but she will keep it quiet and plans to leave soon. In their tense exchange, the mate bond flares again, confirming what they both sensed that first night.
Ravenna,who happens to be at the wrong side at the right time ,overheard part of their talk. With doubts in her mind, she quietly does a DNA test between Darius and Liora's unborn baby.
The results confirm he is the father. Seeing her chance to drive a wedge between the sisters, she keeps the secret until the gender reveal party for both daughters. There, in front of everyone, she exposes the truth. The revelation makes headlines.
Selene feels utterly betrayed-by both her husband and her sister. She leaves Darius's house with Ravenna and sends divorce papers days later. Liora feels destroyed, her betrayal now public, and her pain is doubled when she learns Selene has lost her baby and is battling ovarian cancer, which requires an urgent bone marrow transplant.
Through her best friend, Dr. Thorne, Liora learns this. She gets tested and finds out she is a match , but her unborn baby stops her. Darius knows she got test
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Chapter 2
Liora's POV
I leaned against my doorframe, arms crossed, staring at the old man like he'd just crawled out of a time machine. "Okay... you know my full name. Great trick. Now, who the hell are you, and why are you waiting in front of my house like some creep?"
The man didn't flinch. His voice was calm, polite, annoyingly steady. "Miss Liora, perhaps we should sit. This is... a rather long conversation."
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, of course. I always invite strange men in suits into my apartment at night. Sounds safe."
He actually smiled, which made me more suspicious. Nevertheless, I unlocked my door since I had a gut feeling he wasn't coming to rob or kill me. "All right, but just so you know, I'm a very good fighter , and if you try anything funny, I won't think twice about breaking your nose." I kicked off my shoes, turned on the lights, and gestured toward my couch inside. "Take a seat. Avoid touching anything that is bright. Hold on, I don't have anything bright."
As he made himself comfy, I made tea because, truly, if this was all a trick, I would at least need the tea to deal with it. That's when I saw a bit of an envelope from his pocket. A card for a wedding. My want to know more grew, but I let him speak first.
"So," I said, setting his cup down, "you're gonna tell me who you are before I call the cops, right?"
The man finally introduced himself. "My name is Elias, Miss. I am the butler of the Blackwood family."
I froze with my cup halfway to my lips. "Excuse me? Did you just say Blackwood? As in the Blackwoods? The alpha dynasty who own half the hotels, restaurants, and casinos on this planet?"
"Yes."
I snorted. "Right. Try again."
"I assure you, Miss Liora, I'm telling the truth."
"Uh-huh. Sure." I leaned back on the couch, squinting at him. "So what? Did I rack up a secret debt with one of their casinos? Because my luck at slot machines is bad, but not that bad."
He shook his head. "No, you're not in any trouble. In fact, quite the opposite. I am here on behalf of Miss Selene Blackwood. She wishes to invite you to her mating ceremony."
My jaw dropped. Then I laughed. Hard. "You mean Selene Blackwood-the princess of the golden empire, the woman who's probably never microwaved leftover beef in her life-wants me at her wedding? Okay, now I know you're smoking something expensive."
Elias didn't laugh. He calmly pulled another envelope from his jacket and slid it across the table. Inside were three things. A birth certificate, and two old photographs.
I frowned. Picked up the first photo. A baby. A baby with big round eyes. Me. Next to me was a toddler girl with dark hair and a face I didn't recognize.
The second photo was almost the same, except this time my father was in it too.
I stared at the pictures, my stomach doing cartwheels. "What the hell... Where did you get these?"
Elias folded his hands. "The little girl beside you is Selene Blackwood."
I blinked once. Twice. Then I burst out laughing again. "Okay, now you're killing me. Selene Blackwood, the same girl whose face is on magazine, was hanging out with me in diapers? Yeah, sure, buddy."
"The birth certificate belongs to you," Elias went on, completely unfazed by my sarcasm. "Your real name is Liora Blackwood. Your mother was a maid in the Blackwood household. Your father had an affair with her, which led to your birth. As a result, he rejected Ravenna Blackwood. He left the house months later, ruined."
I stared at him, waiting for the punchline. "So... let me get this straight. You're saying my dad went full soap opera, broke up a billionaire alpha, and somehow I'm the illegitimate child of the Blackwood dynasty? Hidden omega heiress to an alpha pack empire?"
"That is correct."
I slapped the table. "Well, damn. That explains why my dad was always broke. But you expect me to just... believe this? Some guy in a suit shows up with old pictures and suddenly I'm heiress to the Blackwood royal family?"
He didn't blink. "The photos and birth certificate are genuine. Miss Selene has been searching for you for months. Now that she has finally found you, she wishes to reconcile. What better way than at her wedding?"
I rubbed my temples. This was insane. Completely insane. And yet... I couldn't deny the familiarity of the photo. My dad had once shown me a similar picture, except my supposed sister's face had been scribbled out with ink. He'd told me I had a sister once, but never revealed who.
I forced a laugh. "You know, if you're lying, this is a really good story. Ten out of ten for creativity. Movie industries might call."
Elias didn't budge. He just placed the documents neatly on my coffee table and rose to his feet. "Whether you believe it or not, Miss Liora, Miss Selene Blackwood wishes to see you. I will return in the morning to escort you to her."
I opened my mouth, closed it, then shrugged. "Sure. Why not? Worst case scenario, this is some elaborate scam, and I end up in a Lifetime movie about kidnapped strippers."
He gave me a polite nod, like I hadn't just insulted him, and left.
I sat there staring at the photos and the birth certificate. My so-called birth certificate. "Liora Blackwood," I muttered. "Wow. Sounds fancy. Too bad it is not befitting for a stripper."
I grabbed the picture with Selene and squinted at her toddler face. "So you're supposed to be my sister, huh? Figures. You got the money and the glamour, I got the pole and late-night rent struggles. Life's a comedian."
When I finally crawled into bed, I tossed and turned. My brain refused to shut up. What if this was real? What if I was a Blackwood?
I pulled the blanket over my head and groaned. "Great. Just great. My life was already a mess, and now I might be the bastard child of an alpha family. Universe, you really need a new hobby."
Sleep finally claimed me, but not before I whispered one last sarcastic thought to the dark.
"Tomorrow, I find out if I'm royal ... or the punchline to the worst family reunion ever."
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Back at the estate, her parents treated her like a biohazard. They showered her adopted sister, Hailie, with love and luxury, while forcing Gina into a freezing servant's room. They threw a brutal prenuptial agreement at her face and threatened to leak a deepfake scandal video to the press if she didn't play the perfect bride. To ensure Gina's absolute ruin, Hailie even ordered a maid to spike her dinner with a massive dose of LSD. They were ruthlessly sacrificing her to a man who was secretly in a deep, unresponsive coma.
"She is just a tool, Hailie. Do not waste your pity on a broken thing."
Her mother's cold words echoed in the foyer. They looked at Gina's faded jumpsuit and vacant eyes, fully believing she was a heavily sedated pawn they could easily manipulate and discard.
But they didn't know Gina was a master hacker, a lethal underground surgeon, and the secret owner of the world's top luxury brand. She neutralized the poison in seconds and slipped into her comatose fiancé's heavily guarded ICU. Disabling the secret neuro-suppressants keeping him asleep, Gina smiled in the dark. If they wanted her to marry a corpse, she would use his empire to bury them all alive.
9.3
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But one night, he looked at me and calmly destroyed everything I thought I knew.
"We're getting married."
I laughed, but he didn't.
Now every door in my life is closing, every choice is disappearing, and the one man I'm not supposed to love refuses to let me go.
Because to Lucien Hale, this was never forbidden. It was inevitable.
And the most terrifying part? The closer I get to him, the harder it becomes to run.
8.1
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8.1
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By day, in his luxurious office, he is the dominant, commanding CEO , barking orders, running the company with iron authority, and no one suspects a thing. By night, he becomes her secret pathetic slave: crawling, getting pegged over his own desk, licking her cum off his floor, and having his cock locked in chastity while she laughs at how easily she owns him.
Pretty Devil is a raw, extremely explicit erotic novel packed with intense femdom, heavy BDSM, humiliation, orgasm denial, pegging, face-sitting, and twisted power exchanges that blur the dangerous line between boss and secret slave.
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8.6
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She silently endured his blatant affairs, even measuring his mistress for custom lingerie at her own design studio. She drank foul, black fertility potions forced on her by his cruel mother, who treated her like nothing more than a breeding machine.
She only tolerated the endless abuse because her own brother blackmailed her. He threatened to pull the plug on their dying mother's life support if Ellery didn't secure Holland's massive investment for his company. So, she swallowed her pride. She let Holland drag her around like a trophy, let his mother demand she quit her business, and allowed herself to be stripped of all dignity.
But then, the devastating news broke.
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"Put that on. Tonight, you are going to smile and show all of New York that my marriage is perfectly intact."
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9.1
On our fourth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect home-cooked dinner for my husband, Carlisle.
But the moment he walked in, he threw a marital settlement agreement right onto the table.
"Sign it. Celine is back. There's no place for you here anymore."
His mother and sister immediately marched in to supervise my packing, calling me a barren gold-digger and trying to smash my late mother's only keepsake.
I signed the papers and walked out into the freezing night, thinking the nightmare was finally over.
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Carlisle's PR team released a public statement branding me a cheating wife, completely destroying my reputation.
He let the world tear me apart, using my ruined name to play the victim and justify bringing his first love home.
I had sacrificed my own dreams and endured his family's endless abuse for four years, only to be discarded like trash and framed for the exact emotional cheating he had been doing all along.
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