Meum Miraculum
He was powerful.
He was terrifying.
Said to be cruel and unjust...
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Chapter 6
The days were passing by so quickly, I had only two days left of freedom and I planned to live them fully. My parents had promised me not to bring up Alaricus Knight the morning after the ball when they found me in my bed. My pillow soaked with tears I had explained to them what that man had planned out for me, sobbing into my dads arms and since then, that was the taboo topic.
I had been hanging out with my friends and spending quality time with my family although a part of me wanted simply to stay alone, but I couldn't afford that. That man was a tyrant and I, simply a possession to him, I knew I would never see my loved ones again from the moment I step foot into that palace. Wolf mates seldom allowed for their mates to visit family. A wolf was extremely possessive of their mate by nature, they didn't like the thought of their mate thinking of, let alone needing another. Their mate was everything to them, and they wanted to be everything to their mate. This man was known to be absolutely ruthless, incapable of loving anyone and I was to spend the rest of my days with such a person.
Everywhere I went I got pitied glances from people even the most power hungry girls of the werewolf community I knew looked at me sympathetically. But those were the courageous ones, others avoided me like the plague, crowds parting where I walked. It only worsened the way I felt, I was clearly an outsider now, treated like Alaricus Knight himself. Already my own identity had been stolen from me, I wasn't just the human girl who could do as she pleased unnoticed. No longer Amara Winters, now I was only the mate of the infamous Alaricus Knight. To some, crossing me was the easiest path to self destruction, to others I was the girl doomed to an eternity of misery.
I heard the doorbell ring indicating my friends were here. We planned to have a movie night and eat the most unhealthy of junk foods. I opened the door seeing Marina and Aaron, my closest guy friend holding many bags of god knows what. I rushed to help him but Marina grabbed my arm leading me to my bedroom and I threw Aaron an apologetic look from past my shoulder.
We cued up a horror movie dimming the lights to the point where the room was pitch dark and setting up all the different types of chocolate and extra butter popcorn. We covered ourselves with a huge thick blanket. I sat in the middle and as the movie progressed I was completely squished by both my friends and all three of us were under the blanket.
Me and Marina were gripping onto each other as the crazy axe murdering spirit chased after the girl. Aaron had given up trying to act brave and was currently hugging a pillow whining about watching an action movie. The room went dead silent when we heard a spinning blade but the problem was it wasn't from the movie. We sat there eyes wide too scared to even blink, and soon the door started creaking open. We screamed when we saw a small unruly figure in the door. Aaron yanked on the blanket we were sitting on, and we all stumbled off the bed onto the ground. I landed ungracefully on top of Marina, Aaron's lanky form sprawled over the both of us. His knee digging into my hip painfully. The lights were turned on and any pain was forgotten as we screamed even louder.
We heard a responding scream that sounded oddly like my mom, me and Aaron finally peaked over the bed clinging to each other. My mom stood there looking absolutely horrified holding a blender which contained some sort of berry blend.
"I just wanted to show you guys our new wireless smoothie machine but you all are lunatics." My mom near well screamed slamming the door shut. We sat there embarrassed until we heard a groan. We looked down to see we were basically both sitting on top of Marina and jumped off helping her up. Apologizing to her as she cursed like a sailor, clutching her sides.
After finalizing that we were going to never again in our lives watch a horror movie we blackmailed Aaron into watching the Titanic with us. He grumbled the whole time angrily munching on cold popcorn. As the movie got close to the ending, I felt tears begin to stream down my face and I cried silently realizing I would never experience a love like this. I would always just be a privileged prisoner to the merciless king. Marina sniffled softly next to me and I hugged her but we broke apart when we heard a horribly muffled sob.
Aaron was crying, we watched him quietly for a few minutes before Marina burst out giggling and Aaron looked at us embarrassed. Whining about it being an emotional movie, and threatening us to never tell anyone. Me and Marina threw ourselves at him hugging him tightly. We all cried through the rest of the movie together and through the credits yelling we wanted a Jack, or in Aaron's case a girl version of Jack.
We heard a knock on the door and my dad walked in his eyes widening at the sight of us all clinging to each other sobbing. He looked over his shoulder back at the hallway, taking a small step backwards. But threw ourselves at him before he could get away. He nearly fell back as he struggled to stabilize the three of us in his arms. My mom was right behind him and Aaron untangled himself from our group hug and embraced my mom and she patted his back, cooing to him as if he were an injured toddler. My friends had always considered my parents their parents, and they were over so often I doubt my parents saw a difference between me and them. Sometimes I thought my mom liked Aaron better because he loved to cook with her.
I felt my heart swell up when I realized this was most likely the last time we would all be together like this, because the next time I would see them all was when they bid me farewell. I cling onto my dad sobbing now and I think they realized I wasn't just crying for the movie now, and they embraced me tighter. My mother and Aaron joining into the hug.
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8.7
Five years ago, I was the invisible scholarship charity case at an elite Manhattan prep school, trying to survive in a sea of trust-fund babies.
Arlo Hammond, the untouchable billionaire heir, made sure to completely dismantle my soul.
When his wealthy friends asked if he noticed me, his mocking laughter echoed down the hallway.
"Are you out of your mind? You seriously think I'd be interested in a boring little nerd like her?"
But the moment we were alone, he would corner me in dark alleys, pinning my wrists against brick walls with terrifying, possessive jealousy if my phone even buzzed. He played his twisted games until I was left standing in the rain with my shattered dignity.
Now, I am an Assistant District Attorney. I spent years burying those memories under mountains of legal files.
But tonight, he returned.
When we crossed paths at an exclusive club, he looked at me with the cool detachment he'd give a piece of furniture. In front of a crowd of elites, he coldly declared:
"We have absolutely nothing to do with each other anymore."
Then he walked away to pick up a supermodel, leaving me trembling from the sheer humiliation.
I didn't understand. If I was so worthless to him, why did he still have my birthday tattooed in dark ink on his wrist? Why did he look at me with such raw, painful vulnerability in the shadows?
I stared at my pale reflection in the mirror and made a silent vow.
I am not that pathetic seventeen-year-old anymore, and I will prove to him that I am completely, entirely over him.
9.4
Six years ago, Breanna was shoved into a pitch-black hotel suite by her own uncle.
She was forced to endure a brutal night with a drugged stranger just to keep her grandmother's ventilator running.
Nine months later, she gave birth in a cold underground clinic.
But her uncle immediately snatched the crying newborn from her trembling hands, coldly announcing the baby had died.
For six years, Breanna lived in agonizing grief, working as a lowly hotel cleaner just to survive.
But a cruel setup threw her directly into the path of Elliot Finch, the arrogant billionaire from that dark night.
He did not recognize the woman whose life he had completely ruined.
Instead, he looked at her like she was rotting garbage, had his guards drag her into a wet alley, and mercilessly got her fired.
"If I ever see your face again, I will make sure you cannot get a job cleaning toilets."
Breanna was suffocating from the injustice, stripped of her dignity and her family's only lifeline.
Yet, when she instinctively protected a traumatized little boy from bullies, she discovered he was Elliot's son.
The boy clung to her neck, crying and desperately begging his father to let her stay.
But Elliot just threw a massive check at her chest, violently accusing her of brainwashing a sick child for a meal ticket.
Looking at the toxic disgust in his eyes, something inside Breanna finally broke.
She picked up the check, ripped the millions into tiny shreds, and let them rain down on his expensive shoes.
"Keep your dirty money."
She turned her back on the crying boy and the stunned billionaire, deciding she would no longer be their victim.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
8.1
Desperate for a way out of rejection and poverty, Pearl Augustine accepts a nanny job with an outrageous salary-working for billionaire Ace Warren. What she doesn't expect is his daughter.
Mia Warren is spoiled, sharp-tongued, and feared by everyone in the mansion. Behind her cruelty is a lonely child longing for a mother. As Pearl becomes the only one who can reach her, walls begin to fall-especially those around Ace, a grieving man hiding behind wealth and control.
What started as "just a job" quickly turns into something dangerous: attachment.
Sometimes, healing begins where you least expect it.
9.5
My husband, Colton, the Wall Street mogul, slid annulment papers across the table, coldly discarding me and our unborn child. He thought he was getting rid of a useless wife, but he was actually throwing away the secret architect of his entire empire. Now, I'm ready to make him pay for every insult, every lie, and every single secret I've kept.
For three years, eight months pregnant, I secretly saved Colton's ten-billion-dollar company from collapse, enduring a cold, transactional marriage.
One night, he shattered that illusion, serving annulment papers and callously discarding me and our unborn child.
I signed, leaving luxury behind. Exposing his butler's fraud, I escaped. Colton later found his wedding ring gone and, on his desk, my SEC compliance fixes—proof I was his hidden genius.
Blindsided, he realized he’d destroyed his own empire. His mother then called, gloating. The injustice ignited a fierce resolve within me.
The next morning, I launched Kidd Legal Consulting. I'd use forty-seven folders of Farmer Capital's un-patched loopholes to force a fair settlement, securing my daughter's future.
7.5
"I know you're pregnant, Valentina. That's why you have to die tonight. Two lives for the price of one, efficiency was always my strong suit."
On her third wedding anniversary, Valentina was gifted a shallow grave.
Her husband, Kennedy, the man she adored, was never a billionaire. He was a fraud who drugged her, watched her drown in a poisoned bath, and ordered her burial so he could marry his mistress.
He didn't know the gardener would hesitate. He didn't know she would crawl out of the mud, pregnant, broken, and alive. And he never imagined that ghosts would come back with teeth.
Dragged from the storm by Ian Kingston, the Titan of industry, Valentina is saved by a man so powerful that Kennedy is nothing more than a disposable bookkeeper in his empire.
To the world, Ian is a monster.
To Valentina, he is survival.
But Ian doesn't see a victim.
He sees Misha, his vanished wife, the mother of his two children, the woman who disappeared without a trace.
"You have 365 days to prove you aren't her, little bird. Until then, you will sleep in my bed, wear my name, and obey every rule I set."
Trapped in a deadly case of mistaken identity, Valentina signs the contract.
She becomes Misha Kingston, cold, ruthless, untouchable. Wrapped in emerald silk and Ian's dark protection, she walks back into the world that tried to bury her.
The next time Kennedy sees his dead wife, she isn't in a coffin.
She's in the arms of his boss. Wearing a queen's crown. Looking down at him from a throne of gold.
But as Ian's control turns into obsession, Valentina faces an impossible truth.
She is hiding a child conceived by her enemy... While being claimed by a king who refuses to let her go.
He buried a wife.
He's about to kneel before a Goddess.