My Mate is Another Woman's Fate
She found her true mate... but he belongs to another.
Dana never expected to find her fated mate in the heart of the city - especially not in her cold, brilliant, and heartbreakingly human boss. Kos is a billionaire inventor, engaged to a woman the world sees as perfect. And worst of all... he doesn't feel the bond.
To reveal the truth would make her look desperate, maybe even insane. Who would believe that a shy assistant is his destined mate - and not just after his name or fortune?
But the bond is real. The ache is real.
And when fate forces them together, nothing will ever be the same.
Can a heart blinded by reason learn to feel what only instincts can see?
Or will Dana lose him - before he even realizes she was his all along?
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Chapter 1
The door to my café opened with a soft chime, signaling that someone had entered. I caught a pleasant, familiar scent drifting through the air.
It can't be!
My legs tangled in surprise, and I almost dropped the tray of drinks and snacks. Gathering my inner courage, I raised my eyes-and saw HIM.
He stood in a tense pose, his fists clenched, staring at me from beneath furrowed brows. His eyes burned with a mixture of anger and something unspoken, something that sent a shiver down my spine.
I froze, rooted to the spot, unable to move. I just stood there, staring back.
Was he really looking for me? But why?
The she-wolf inside me howled, clawing at my insides at the sight of her mate. She wanted to throw herself at him, wrap her arms around his neck, and never let go.
Oh no, friend.
We tried that already, and it didn't work. He's human; he can't feel the connection as strongly as we do. To him, it was just an affair-something fleeting. As they say, "I'm not the first, and I won't be the last." So sit down and keep your head down, I tell her. I won't follow my instincts anymore.
And yet, deep in my heart, I couldn't help but hope. What if he was here for me? What if he found me because there was still a chance?
"Hello," I said, breaking the silence.
"Hello," he replied, his voice deep and steady. He said no more, just looked at me.
His gaze made me squirm.
"Would you like a menu?" I asked, trying to sound professional. I was still at work, after all.
For a fleeting moment, I thought I saw the corners of his lips twitch, as if suppressing a smile. But only for a moment.
"I'm not here for long," he said, his voice even more serious now. "I'm waiting for my wife. Can we have a word?"
My heart dropped.
Oh, wow. So he got married, after all.
Of course, he got married! He'd said he would. Why had I ever thought it might be different?
All my hopes crumbled like a house of cards. A lump formed in my throat, and tears threatened to choke me.
Don't cry. Don't cry!
"Ah... I see. You got married. Say what you want," I said quietly, lowering my eyes.
If we were alone, I wouldn't trust myself. I'd melt into a puddle at his feet, and I couldn't allow that to happen. In a crowd, I felt safer. Lifting my gaze, I looked at him again-and noticed something missing.
There was no ring on his hand.
He stood there, perfect as always, radiating confidence like a polished coin. Those green eyes of his, though, looked a little tired. Understandable! A young wife doesn't let you rest, does she?
He was dressed casually but stylishly, his outfit suiting him far too well. Black jeans tailored to perfection, a light T-shirt, and a biker jacket. He looked more like a rebel on the road than a corporate shark.
My traitorous body reacted instantly. Calm down, woman! I scolded myself. You're just admiring the aesthetics, nothing more.
I wished I could close my nose and block out his intoxicating scent.
A tall, muscular figure. Strong arms. Deep green eyes that seemed to see right through me. Tousled hair. And then, I saw it-the ring.
It wasn't on his hand. It hung from a chain around his neck.
What had I been expecting? Of course, he'd married her. Nicole. Beautiful, brilliant Nicole. They were a perfect match-both successful inventors in their circle. They probably adored each other.
And why wouldn't he love her? He'd never promised me anything. I was just a fleeting chapter in his life, wasn't I?
The bitterness clawed at my chest.
"Yes," he said, his jaw tightening. "You know I needed a wife urgently. So I got married."
He paused, and I watched as tension flickered across his flawless face.
"To the woman I love," he added. The words hit me like a slap.
Is he doing this on purpose?
Ouch. It hurt. It hurt more than I thought it would, knowing my mate had married someone else, someone he loved more deeply than me.
His mask had slipped, and he wasn't hiding anything now. Was this intentional? To hurt me?
And he succeeded. I feel like I'm losing my battle and moisture begins to appear before my eyes.
"I was looking for you."
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7.2
In the glittering skyline of Lagos, where power and ambition rule, twenty-two-year-old Cynthia-Rose dreams of success but is trapped in the relentless grip of family struggles. When the enigmatic and wealthy Chief Fredrick Mba, a man old enough to be her father, offers her a life of unimaginable luxury... at a price, her world tilts on the edge of danger, desire, and deception.
It is a deal of power, control, and temptation. A marriage not born of love, but of circumstance. As Cynthia-Rose steps into Fredrick's world of opulence, she finds herself caught in a dangerous game of desire, manipulation, and secrets that could destroy everything she holds dear.
In a city where nothing comes free, and love has a price. Can Cynthia-Rose navigate the delicate balance of all give and all take, or will surrendering to temptation cost her more than she ever imagined?
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
8.0
Finley's stepfather gave her a sickening ultimatum: marry her predatory stepbrother Shane tonight, or he would throw her fragile mother out on the street.
To escape this hell, she used a matchmaking agency and hastily married a complete stranger. Garrison Strickland claimed to be an ordinary data analyst making $95,000 a year, driving a beat-up Honda Civic, and needing a wife in name only. They got their marriage license at City Hall that very afternoon.
But when Finley returned home to pack her bags and threw the certificate on the table, her family just laughed. Dozier ordered Shane to drag her into the bedroom to "teach her a lesson" and trap her forever.
"Come on, little sister," Shane crooned, lunging at her. "Don't fight it."
Finley's own mother just stared at the floor, blaming Finley for ruining the family, watching blindly as Shane cornered her.
Terrified and desperate, Finley smashed an ashtray over Shane's head and frantically dialed her new husband's number. Shane snatched the phone, mocking the "imaginary husband" before the line went dead. Finley felt a bottomless despair. Garrison was just a normal guy; he would never risk his life against her violent family. She was completely on her own, waiting for the end.
Suddenly, deafening bangs echoed through the house, and Garrison stepped into the living room radiating a cold, terrifying fury. This supposedly "frugal data analyst" effortlessly snapped Shane's wrist, leveled a ruthless death threat that made Dozier tremble, and whisked Finley away in a waiting Bentley. Looking at the powerful man beside her, Finley's heart raced: just who exactly had she married today?
7.1
Aurora Andrews has never known a life free from pain. Orphaned and left in the care of her cruel uncle and aunt, she endured years of abuse that taught her the safest place was in the shadows.
But even in college, her silence couldn't shield her from the cruelty of her peers. Just as she reaches her breaking point, fate intervenes in the form of Alexander Mark, the powerful and enigmatic CEO of the Vanguard Group company.
Alexander saves her from a nightmare, but one impulsive, accidental night binds their fates together. When the morning light comes, he leaves her with a heartless dismissal, assuming she is just another gold digger looking for a payout. But Aurora carries a secret more precious than anything.
Forced to drop out of school to protect her unborn baby, Aurora fights to survive in a world that wants to break her. But the shadows of her past are closing in; what will happen when her abusive aunt and uncle discover she is pregnant?
And what will become of her when Alexander Mark walks back into her life, unaware of the child growing in her womb?
He left her thinking she was a whore. But the truth is far more dangerous. When their paths inevitably cross again, will he accept the child as his own? Or will he destroy the only chance Aurora has at a happy ending?
"I'm not a whore, I promise you, Sir.
I just wanted to save you... and nothing else."
7.2
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They said loving him would ruin her, and they were right.
Adrianna never meant to fall for Xavier Palmer, the cold, untouchable billionaire whose name alone could silence a room. He was dangerous, controlling, and completely out of her world.
But the moment he claimed her as his, there was no escape.
What started as a forced bond quickly turned into something far more dangerous. Obsession and possession, a love so intense it blurred the line between protection and destruction.
Then everything shattered.
A brutal accident leaves Adrianna fighting for her life... and Xavier drowning in guilt, rage, and a darkness no one has ever seen before. While she lies unconscious, he hunts for the truth behind the attack, unaware that betrayal is closer than he thinks.
When Adrianna finally wakes up, nothing is the same.
Secrets have been buried, a child has been lost, and enemies are closing in.
But Xavier has made one thing clear.
He will destroy anyone who dares touch what belongs to him, even if it means becoming the monster she fears.
Even if it means losing her forever.
8.4
I stood in front of New York City Hall in my vintage lace wedding dress, my heart pounding with a nervous joy. I was minutes away from marrying Bradford Sterling, a move I thought would finally help me reclaim my mother’s legacy from my family’s crumbling empire.
But as I reached for his arm, he flinched. A black Lincoln Navigator screeched to the curb, and his mother, Victoria, stepped out, slamming a restructuring document against his chest. She didn't even look at me as she delivered the killing blow: my sister, Eden, had just seized every cent of my voting rights and family trust.
"Marrying her is a net negative yield," Victoria said coldly. Bradford didn't fight for me; he didn't even blink. He simply pushed my hand away and adjusted his tie as if I were a junk bond he was ready to offload. Seconds later, my sister Eden arrived in a red Ferrari, wearing her own bridal gown, and stepped into my place by his side.
I was standing on the pavement, humiliated in front of a crowd, while the man I loved for three years treated me like a failed transaction. My sister laughed in my face, calling me a "liability" while she stole my wedding and my life. The grief was instant, but the rage that followed was a white-hot rupture in my chest.
I didn't just walk away; I slapped the life out of Bradford and dove into the first black SUV I saw, desperate to escape. I didn't check the plates, and I didn't see the man in the wheelchair sitting in the shadows of the backseat.
I had just "carjacked" Jefferson Montgomery, the most dangerous billionaire in the city. To save him from a parole violation during a sudden police raid, I agreed to a fake marriage that very night. They wanted to treat me like a negative asset? Fine. They have no idea that they just handed a world-class hacker the keys to the Montgomery fortune, and I’m going to liquidate them all.