Snow Fell, I Walked Away: He Came Back Too Late
Celine was a top negotiation expert in the police force, but she never imagined encountering her husband's assistant attempting suicide during a call to action.
She rushed to intervene, only to discover her husband's affair with the assistant.
To appease the assistant, her husband even tricked Celine into signing divorce papers.
Heartbroken and disillusioned, Celine ultimately chose to divorce him and joined a secretive military boot camp, determined to sever all ties with the unfaithful man.
Yet, the jerk was left in utter regret!
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Chapter 1
Celine Fairmont was the top negotiation specialist in the police force. In ten years on the job, she had never failed a single case.
On one call, she found a young woman sitting on a windowsill, sobbing as she claimed her boss had taken advantage of her.
At a glance, Celine recognized her. It was Lydia Vale, her husband's personal assistant.
Celine's face went ashen, but she forced herself to stay composed. "Hey, don't do anything rash. Talk to me. Whatever it is, we'll help you."
The young woman glanced at Celine, then burst into louder sobs. "I told him I wouldn't be a mistress, but he forced me anyway! He took me home while I was drunk… I couldn't even get out of bed for three days and nights. I don't want to live anymore!"
She sniffled, yet not a single tear fell. If anything, there was a faint trace of… satisfaction on her face.
Celine was about to speak again when murmurs from the crowd caught her attention.
"Her again? I'm sick of this, even if she isn't."
"Exactly. She pulls this stunt every few days, always for ridiculous reasons. Last time, she said her boss insisted on giving her jewelry and it stressed her out so much she wanted to die. Before that, she claimed getting promoted to assistant made her a target at work. And yet she never actually goes through with it. Her boss shows up, and suddenly they're back to being all lovey-dovey. Honestly, who knows if she wants to die or just sleep her way to the top?"
As the words fell, a commotion broke out nearby.
Everyone turned, their expressions shifting into knowing looks.
Celine stood frozen, her nails digging deep into her palm.
Because the man stepping out of the car… was Adrian Lennox, her husband.
Bodyguards in black cleared the crowd. Adrian, dressed in a tailored suit, walked forward with a bouquet in hand.
His eyes were fixed only on Lydia on the windowsill. He didn't even notice Celine standing among the crowd.
"Baby, this is all my fault. I lost control. These are your favorite pink roses, and I've transferred a mansion into your name. Please forgive me."
The scene… looked almost like a proposal.
Standing there, Celine felt her heart sink to the very bottom.
After ten years of marriage, Celine had never known her husband could be this romantic.
But Lydia pouted, still looking dissatisfied. "I don't want your flowers or your gifts. You have a wife. I told you, I'm not going to be the other woman."
Adrian only smiled, completely unconcerned, and pulled out a stack of documents as if he had been expecting this.
"She's already signed the divorce papers. I'll have my assistant file them right away."
In that instant, Celine felt as if she had been struck by lightning.
Divorce papers? When had she signed them?
Then it hit her. Three days ago, Adrian had said the company was facing cash flow issues and needed both their signatures for a loan.
She had been working nonstop for a week back then, so exhausted she could barely keep her eyes open. She hadn't even read what she signed.
And it turned out… she had signed divorce papers.
Even Lydia clearly hadn't expected Adrian to actually divorce for her.
She stood there in shock for a moment before rushing into his arms, her eyes reddening. "Adrian… would you really divorce for me?"
Adrian chuckled and ruffled her hair, his tone indulgent. "Silly girl. You're mine. How could I let you carry that kind of reputation?"
Only then did Lydia smile through her tears, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again and again.
"I love you so much. I won't cause trouble again…"
Adrian didn't stop her. He simply let her cling to him as he carried her away.
The onlookers, unsurprised, began to disperse.
Only Celine remained, trailing after them in a daze.
She needed to ask Adrian what all of this meant.
If he truly wanted a divorce, she would let him go. Why go behind her back like this?
Soon, Adrian placed Lydia into the car and shut the door.
Just as Celine was about to step forward, she saw Adrian hand the divorce papers to his assistant and speak in a low voice. "Take these and file them to the courthouse."
The assistant took them, hesitation flickering across his face. "Mr. Lennox, are you really going to divorce your wife? She's been with you for so many years… are you sure about this?"
Before he could finish, he sensed the shift in Adrian's mood and fell silent at once.
Adrian frowned, but instead of snapping, he did something rare and explained, "I'm not divorcing Celine. These papers are just for show. She may be rigid and dull, always buried in her work, but we grew up together. Our families go way back. There's no way we'd just split like that."
He glanced at Lydia in the car, making sure she hadn't noticed anything, then lowered his voice again. "I'm just calming Lydia down. Once she stops making a scene, I'll withdraw the papers. But until then, Celine must not find out."
There was a clear warning in his tone. The assistant immediately nodded.
Celine stood not far away, a hand clamped over her mouth, her blood turning ice-cold.
Tears slipped down her face, soaking into her clothes.
So this was what it felt like when pain ran so deep it made no sound.
She had grown up with Adrian. She had believed they would stay happy forever.
But it turned out… she had never truly known him.
She remembered their school days. She had always ranked first. Adrian had always come second.
Yet he had never been upset. Instead, he would proudly tell everyone that his girlfriend was the best.
After graduation, she chose to become a police officer. He had supported her completely, shielding her from pressure and letting her pursue what she wanted.
For ten years of marriage, he had been her anchor, supporting her as she chased her dreams.
When irregular meals during missions gave her stomach problems, he sought out specialists to treat her.
When she cried over a girl she couldn't save, he stayed up all night with her, talking her through it.
She never bothered with high-society circles, too busy with work. He handled the gossip for her.
He used to say, "Celine, with me, you only need to be yourself."
And now, all she was to him was rigid and dull.
So everything she had worked for, everything she dreamed of, meant nothing to him.
Her fingers tightened at the thought of those divorce papers.
Wasn't he so unwilling to let Lydia be the other woman?
Fine.
Then she would give him exactly what he wanted.
This marriage… she was ending it.
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7.2
Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her.
But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life.
Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help.
"I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me."
But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background.
"Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up."
Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money.
Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash.
With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground.
8.7
Explicit 18+ | Reader Discretion Strongly Advised
Dark themes, noncon/dubcon, extreme kink, power imbalance, group dynamics, knotting, overstimulation, and possessive claiming ahead.
A brutal omegaverse world. Warring packs. Rare silver-eyed omega Kai Voss lives hidden until a midnight raid destroys his safety.
The most feared triad captures him: Thorne Blackwood, a pierced sadist who pushes limits; Aurelius Voss, the volatile second, his knot pulsing with hunger; Cassian Reyes, the silent, amber-eyed observer whose fixation vows complete ownership. Dragged to their mountain den, Kai becomes their prize.
Defiant and sharp-tongued, Kai resists every command. His body betrays him with slick, aching need. On the first night, the alphas take him, one by one, then together. They stretch him past reason. Knot him impossibly. Fill him until his rim thins visibly. Slick eases the searing burn into shattering pleasure.
"Room for one more?" Thorne growls, forcing his pierced length beside the two already locked inside. He drags across sensitive spots until Kai arches, tears falling, his body yielding as omega instincts beg for more.
Three cocks locked and throbbing, owning him entirely.
"Fuck, he's taking us all," Aurelius groans.
Cassian watches silently, eyes blazing, plotting the next step to remake Kai forever.
Raw conquest becomes unbreakable obsession: relentless heats, punishments blending pain and ecstasy, jealous rivalries over cries, rare tenderness binding possession deeper.
Three ruthless alphas pursue the forbidden, shattering their defiant omega until he is stretched wide, ruined, reborn in their image. Relentless desire shows no mercy: tight entrances forced open, rimmed raw by impossible girths, slick-soaked and pulsing under unyielding ownership.
Hide and read in secret. Once the story begins, escape is impossible. Squirm. Ache. Hunger for every page.
DON'T BLAME ME WHEN YOU CAN'T STOP READING ALL 150 CHAPTERS ⚠️🔞‼️
7.3
Jolene flies to Italy broke and desperate for a PA job. She walks into the wrong room and finds a man naked in the shower. She can't stop staring. He notices.
The interview is brutal. Two men, Marco and Enzo, tear her apart, humiliate her, and dismiss her. She thinks she failed.
Then Enzo gets in the car. It was all a test. They wanted to see if she'd break. She didn't. The job is hers.
But they don't want a normal assistant. They want control. They touch her when they want, stand too close, give orders that cross every line.
On her first night, Marco tells her to take off her blouse.
Jolene has to choose: obey or walk away with nothing.
The problem? Part of her doesn't want to leave.
8.3
I hid my identity as the Alpha King's daughter just to be Santino's perfectly submissive Luna.
I thought deep love would be enough. I was wrong.
Three years into our marriage, Santino brought a pregnant woman into our pack compound, and even gave my late mother's necklace to his mistress.
I tried to argue, to make him respect our marriage.
But he said, "Without my protection, you are nothing."
I played the harmless, weak Luna for so long that he actually thought I was a helpless Omega.
Santino wants a war? Then I will give him a war.
"Damian," my mind was made up as I awakened the Royal Guard, "destroy everything."
Santino could certainly start the fire. But when the war ends, only I can decide.
By the time he regrets it, it will be too late.
9.3
A pitiful wolfless Omega, Lana discovers that she is pregnant for her beloved fiancée and Alpha to be, Asher. He is the only man she has ever loved, but her world turns upside down when her Fiancée coldly reveals that he is getting married to her sister who is also already pregnant for him.
To make matters worse, her cruel sister and cheating Fiancé banish her from her only home!
Lana is devastated, but thankfully, her best friend Jasper, helps her runaway and hide her pregnancy from her former fiancée.
8 years later, Lana has become the mother to Asher's triplets and is engaged to be married to her best friend Jasper.
But by a cruel twist of fate, Alpha Asher suddenly changes his mind and kidnaps her!
So what is Lana supposed to do when she forced to choose between two powerful men, while also fighting off the traitors and enemies surrounding her?
8.5
After five years in prison, Alexia longed for freedom and the family she thought awaited her-only to discover a deadly plot orchestrated by the sister they cherished.
In her final moments, she realized those years were a sacrifice made to protect a bunch of leeches.
Reborn, she abandoned all hope for family and reshaped herself in darkness, turning pain into power.
Quietly, she began her revenge, using a dangerous man as her pawn to execute every step flawlessly and crush those who betrayed her.
But as she played her game, he pulled her closer and warned, "Think you can use me and walk away? Not a chance."