My Mate Sold Me At Her Birthday Banquet
Andrew, a werewolf, spends 7 years as a live-in caregiver for Luna to fulfill a promise to his late true love Claire-Luna's sister who died saving him. He endures countless hardships for Luna: skipping exams to fix her car, drinking spoiled milk for her, racing dangerously, enduring abuse from Luna's crush Eleanor, and even being auctioned off. Luna, oblivious to Andrew's motive, only has eyes for Eleanor, repeatedly misunderstanding and hurting Andrew. When Andrew, after 7 years, decides to end his life to reunite with Claire by jumping into a river, he survives but loses his memory and leaves. Later, Luna discovers Eleanor killed Claire and framed Andrew, takes revenge by ruining the family and auctioning Eleanor. Finally, Luna heads to find the amnesiac Andrew, who now lives a simple life by the sea, trying to make amends.
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Chapter 3
I returned to my empty apartment alone.
Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting fragmented shadows.
I mechanically unwrapped the blood-soaked bandage cleaned my wound.
Then I walked to the cabinet, pulled out a metal box from the cabinet.
Inside were all the things that belonged to Claire Carter.
Her photo, her favorite dolls, a few yellowed drawings.
I brushed my fingers over the gentle smile in the drawing, my hand trembling.
"Wait a little longer, Claire. I'll be with you soon."
My phone vibrated. The screen lit up: Luna Carter.
"Buy Eleanor's favorite snacks and bring them to Blue Bay Club."
She hung up, not even giving me a chance to say no.
Outside, rain poured down.
I stood at the window for a moment, then silently grabbed an umbrella and stepped into the downpour.
I waited in line at a trendy shop for nearly an hour, freezing to the bone, before finally getting the sushi Eleanor had demanded.
When I reached the club, my hair was still dripping.
Eleanor looked me up and down, smirking. "I've heard rumors that Andrew would do anything for Luna. I didn't believe it before."
He turned to Luna.
"Guess the rumors were true."
Luna sat deep in the sofa, legs crossed, swirling amber liquid in a crystal glass.
She glanced at me, her expression unreadable.
Eleanor opened the box, took a bite, and frowned.
"This is too greasy. I don't want it."
He looked at me, casual as could be.
"Andrew, could you get another brand? I remember that one's less greasy."
I hesitated a second, then nodded. "Sure."
I went back out into the rain.
The second time I returned, Eleanor shook his head.
"Not fresh enough."
The third time: "Tastes wrong. Did you get the right one?"
The fourth.
I was soaked to the bone, my fingers numb with cold, my breath visible in the air.
Eleanor finally stopped nitpicking, smiling.
"Thanks, Andrew."
He pulled Luna into his arms, murmuring,
"Luna, I've a new idea."
"What?" Luna's voice was soft.
"I want you to finish all the lemon drinks on this table."
The room went silent.
Luna's friends jumped up, chairs scraping the carpet.
"Eleanor Walker, are you insane? You know Luna's allergic to lemon!"
"I know," Eleanor said matter-of-factly.
"But I want a woman who loves me wholeheartedly. If she drinks despite her allergy, that proves she loves me, doesn't it?"
"You-" someone slammed a fist on the table,
"last time she almost drowned diving for you! Before that, she nearly broke her neck skydiving! Isn't that enough? How long will you torture her? Until she stops loving you?"
Eleanor's eyes instantly turned red. He looked at Luna, innocent.
"Luna, I didn't mean it that way. I just."
"I'll drink."
Luna picked up a glass and drained it in one go.
Her fair skin flushed immediately, her breathing growing heavy.
"Luna!" everyone shouted.
As she reached for a second glass, I stepped in front of her.
I snatched the glass, my knuckles white.
"You're allergic. If you die, you can't love him anymore. Is that what you want?"
I turned to Eleanor.
"One glass proves her devotion. More will kill her from anaphylaxis."
"So I'll finish the rest."
Eleanor seemed convinced, shrugging.
"Fine. You do it."
I pulled allergy pills from my coat pocket and pressed them into Luna's hand, no room for refusal.
Then I grabbed a bottle and chugged it.
Liquor burned down my throat.
I fought the sour stomach, downing bottle after bottle.
The room fell silent, filled only with the sound of me drinking.
Luna clutched the pills, her knuckles white.
She watched my pale face, her chest aching.
All these years, he'd stood in front of her, taking every blow.
She'd thought she was immune to his sacrifices, but now, watching his pallor, her throat felt choked.
She tugged at her collar, irritated, trying to ignore the feeling.
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Five years ago, he had abandoned her, betrayed her, destroyed her company when she had trusted him and needed him the most.
Five years later, Evelyn was back for revenge. She would return everything he had done to her tenfold, and to do that, she needed to live in the same house with him again.
"Ex-husband, let's sign a marriage contract again!" Evelyn demanded after barging into her ex-husband's party.
"Okay."
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She had sworn to frustrate and destroy his life as they live under the same roof but who can tell Evelyn why everything was different from what she had expected?
Who was this man cajoling her every request? Why is her ex-husband who's supposed to be an enemy looking at her dotingly?
Ex-husband, this was supposed to be a fierce revenge battle, not a love battle!
8.5
I was given three months to live. My fiancé, however, decided that was far too long.
I overheard him with my stepsister, Krista, calling our three-year relationship a "charade" he was tired of.
The bone marrow I donated to him after a car crash-the very act that triggered my fatal illness-wasn't a sacrifice. It was a transaction. He had manipulated my guilt to use me as a placeholder while he waited for his true love, Krista.
He abandoned me bleeding at our engagement party to tend to her fake injury, then gave her power of attorney over my critically ill brother, forcing me to agree to her cruel demands.
My love was a lie. My sacrifice was a punchline. The man I thought was my savior had orchestrated my death sentence and then buried me with his betrayal.
So on my wedding day, as he waited at the altar for Krista, I faked my own death. I left him with one final wedding gift: my terminal diagnosis and the truth of his deception. It was time for my revenge.
9.3
She's sin wrapped in a nun habit.
He is the devil who makes her want to confess.
Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra.
Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable-a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith.
But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse.
He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires.
She's meant to keep her vows and distance.
But temptation has a cruel sense of humour...
Because he's the last man she should want.
She's the only woman he can't have.
But one touch, one look, and everything sacred begins to crumble.
Luciano does not seek salvation. Instead, he lures her into a dangerous path, one that includes everything she is meant to avoid, and everytime she whispers "forgive me, Father," her soul sinks deeper into him.
As bloodlines clash and loyalty turns to betrayal, Elizabeth learns that the war outside the chapel isn't the only one she must survive. Because Luciano's world is built on violence and secrets, one of which binds her fate to his in ways neither of them saw coming.
Desire clashes with devotion.
Duty turns to betrayal.
And when they're both drowning in a love so forbidden, not even God can save them.
8.8
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But being fated to all three cursed lycans isn't a blessing, it's a war. Between the brothers. Between their packs. Between love and survival.
She has to decide if she will let them destroy her... or if she'll rise from the ashes of rejection and betrayal to make them kneel.
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7.9
My husband, Brody, built his mayoral campaign on my stolen masterpiece, "Project Nightingale." I was his secret weapon, the ghostwriter of his success.
Then I discovered his affair. And then, I discovered I was pregnant. But to him, our baby wasn't a blessing; it was the perfect leverage to control me forever.
His mistress, frantic and fed a stream of his lies, confronted me in a rage. She pushed me. I lost my baby.
In the hospital, I saw the cold calculation in Brody's eyes. He wasn't mourning our child; he was worried about the scandal. He had taken my work, my love, and now my baby.
He thought he had broken me. But he had just unleashed the woman who had nothing left to lose.
I picked up the phone and called my lawyer. "It's time," I said, "to take back everything he stole."