Pregnant Woman's Flight from Betrayed Fiancé

Dumped by her fiancé just days before their wedding, only to watch him marry someone else-what would you do? Cry yourself to sleep, or dress to kill for revenge? ​That was Elaina's reality. She's no Cinderella, yet she lost a shoe while recklessly crashing her ex's wedding. Her revenge plan went up in flames, but fate had other ideas, throwing her into the path of Alister-a man who is handsome, charismatic, and dangerous... and ironically, the person closest to her ex-fiancé. ​Amidst heartbreak and vendettas, Alister paints her world in new colors, turning Elaina into a modern-day Cinderella. But will this story end in "happily ever after," or is Alister merely leading her into a much more dangerous game?

Melissa’s secret—that she had lived as a man for fifteen years—was uncovered by accident, stumbled upon by Paul, the young marquis. He snatched up the linen binder that had slipped from her chest, turning away in a flustered rush as he thrust it back toward her. “Brother Melissa… No, Miss Melissa. You hid it so well… I nearly entered the monastery. But today, at last, I see my own heart.” Watching the tips of his ears burn crimson, Melissa laid her own heart bare. “The torment of longing… has been my constant companion as well.” With that delicate pretense stripped away, Paul could no longer hold back his devotion. At the Academy, when a young noble sneered at Melissa as an “effete bookworm,” Paul cut out the man’s tongue—an act for which the Old Marquis broke his son’s leg. When Minister Oliver harassed her drunkenly at a banquet, Paul stabbed him in the groin right there in the hall. Three days later, he submitted evidence of Oliver’s corruption. Oliver’s entire household—thirty-two souls—were executed without delay. On the day of the execution, Paul galloped the length of the Capital’s main avenue, Oliver’s bloody head mounted upon his lance, a warning to every noble family: “Anyone who touches Melissa will share this fate.” To guard her secret, Paul became her near-constant shadow. She loved dessert soups, so he compelled Janet’s Sweet Shop to invent a new flavor daily, fetching each one himself. On her birthday, she wore the maiden’s dress he had given her—for the first time. Before the bronze mirror, the gown was fastened, then torn away—and with it, her innocence, given freely to him. After that night, Melissa resolved to abandon the Imperial Examinations fifteen days later. She would reclaim her identity as a woman and become his wife. But when she went to find him, Caleb’s excited exclamation stopped her cold: “We’ve all misunderstood Paul! He actually has a woman he likes!” Academy classmates crowded around. “Really? Whose daughter could possibly catch his eye?” Melissa’s heart hammered—had her secret been found out? Well, it would have to come out sooner or later anyway. Just as she drew breath to confess, Caleb laughed loudly. “What daughter? It’s Janet, the girl who sells dessert soups on East Glory Street!” All color drained from Melissa’s face. She looked up to see Paul riding in on horseback, holding Janet tightly in his arms. In full view of everyone, he swept Janet up and carried her into the Academy, laying her on Melissa’s own bed. Facing Melissa’s stricken gaze, he spoke with detached calm. “To pay for her sick mother’s medicine, she lost her stall and was sold to a brothel. She refused to take clients—was nearly beaten to death. If I hadn’t saved her, you’d never taste her sweet broth again.” Gently, he brushed a tear from the corner of Janet’s eye, his voice softening. “Bear with it fifteen days, Janet. Once I pass the Imperial Examinations, I’ll reopen your shop. The Academy is my family’s estate. Stay here.” Examinees here shared rooms, two to a chamber. Melissa, owing to her fastidious nature, had been granted a single room—a special favor from Paul. But now, his eyes held only pity for Janet. He had forgotten her entirely. Forcing her voice steady, Melissa asked, trembling, “If she’s in my bed, where do I sleep?” Paul looked blank. He truly hadn’t thought that far. Brian from the next room spoke up. “I have an empty cot. Would you make do, Brother Melissa?” Paul glanced at Brian, then said softly to Melissa, “He’s harmless—cares only for his books. You’ll be safe.” Melissa swayed. Before she could refuse, Paul, citing Janet’s need to change, ushered everyone out. Inside, Brian buried himself in his books, never glancing her way. Melissa lay down fully clothed, her mind replaying Paul holding Janet tightly on the horse. He had once said that place on his saddle was reserved for her. That once she lived as a woman again, he would take her riding across every corner of the Capital. Knowing her fastidiousness, he’d had her bedding changed daily. No one entered her room except the cleaners. But now, all these privileges were yielded to Janet. Perhaps even he hadn’t realized it yet—his heart had already leaned toward that delicate, soft-spoken girl. Something clenched tight in Melissa’s chest, a pain so sharp it stole sleep. In her half-conscious daze, a sudden weight crushed down—Brian had thrown himself heavily atop her! He chuckled lowly, his voice a leer. “I’ve known you were a woman for a while. Since Brother Paul is done with you… why not let me…” His hands went straight for her chest, eyes devouring her. Panicked, Melissa fumbled under her pillow, found the dagger, and stabbed upward with all her strength! A scream tore through the night. The courtyard soon blazed with candlelight. Paul, seeing Brian’s hand half-severed, stared in shock before turning furious eyes on Melissa, still clutching the bloody dagger. “What happened?” “He…” H

My husband told me I was a bad investment, a legacy asset he was forced to liquidate after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a "Muse," a supermodel whose lies were as polished as the magazine covers she graced. But when her son—the boy Adrian believed was his heir—suffered a sudden allergic reaction, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous chemist who mixed poison to harm an innocent child. My husband, the man whose empire was built on the scents I created, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he declared that if my hands were used for evil, they shouldn't be used at all. He ordered his security team to bring quick-drying industrial cement. "Since you can't control these hands, I will seal them forever," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy. He then had my hands encased in stone and had me displayed in the window of our flagship store, a public spectacle for the world to condemn. As I stood there, the heavy weight crushing my fingers and my soul, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me. But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I’d planted in the nursery. And they had no idea that my family controlled the very flowers that kept his empire alive.

After completing my pack training, I returned to find the Blue Moon Pack in chaos. The sister I had raised and cared for was dead, killed by a newcomer—a girl Alpha Sophie had recently brought into the pack. My former comrades, brothers who had once adored her, now spoke of her with disdain, calling her a disgrace to the pack. But I remembered. I remembered the way they had doted on her, the way they had smiled at her antics. So I took my time. I broke their wrists, crushed their bones, and watched as they writhed in the dirt, their screams echoing through the forest. When their fear was at its peak, I leaned down and asked, "Is this what it means to be part of a noble pack?" "Do you deserve this pride?" --- The day I returned, the moment I stepped through the pack gates, several young warriors froze at the sight of me, their faces pale as if they’d seen a ghost. I frowned, glancing down at my attire. Black combat boots, fitted tactical gear, my hair tied back in a high ponytail, and my claws unsheathed.

Elara has survived a whole year in the dragon king's palace being invisible, just another servant in a kingdom were dragons rule and humans serve. But her whole life is turned upside down when she's reassigned to the King's private chambers. Draeven Thorne, an ancient, arrogant and insatiable dragon who's bedded thousands, yet the touch of this trembling girls makes him feel something he's never felt in his 3000 years of existence: The fated bond's pull. Elara feels it too, a dangerous heat she can't explain. So she does what any sane person would do, She runs. Big mistake. Dragons love a chase and Draeven Thorne always catches his prey. But Elara isn't just a servant, she's something else entirely and as she begins to uncover what she truly is she's caught in a deadly game between two obstinate dragon brothers, one who claims she's his destiny and the other who believes she could be his salvation.

They called her weak. They called her worthless. They should have called her Wynter. Beatrice spent twenty years as Silvermist Pack's punching bag, mocked, starved, and worked to the bone. When her fated mate, Alpha heir Eamon Riven, publicly rejected her at her first shift ceremony, she thought her humiliation was complete. She was wrong. Because the "pathetic omega" everyone sneered at? She's actually the long-lost daughter of the most powerful Alpha family in the kingdom. And her four overprotective brothers, a ruthless Alpha Lord, a gifted Healer, a cunning Strategist, and a lethal Shadow operative just found her. Now Beatrice is done being small. Done being sorry. And definitely done letting anyone disrespect her. But between her groveling ex-mate who suddenly wants her back, a vengeful enemy plotting her destruction, and four brothers who terrify every man who looks at her, reclaiming her power is complicated. Good thing Darius Veylor, the steadfast Beta with forest-green eyes and a heart of gold, isn't afraid of a little chaos. Or four murderous brothers-in-law.