Stripped into Destiny

After a hemorrhage takes her baby, she learns her parents died in a crash rushing to her side. Her husband, the city's feared Mafia Don and trauma surgeon, ignored her seventy-six calls to buy his mistress a puppy. He even let the mistress shred her late mother's knitted baby blanket into a dog sweater. When she confronts them, he slaps her and demands she apologize to Mia. Caged in his guarded estate, she surrendered her journalism dreams to be his docile wife. He believed her parents' death was a lie and that she was too broken to resist. At the banquet meant to clear his mistress's name, she hijacks the live broadcast to expose his embezzlement and their sex tape. Then she serves him divorce papers and buys a one-way ticket to a war zone.

My husband, Jeremiah, let me die from an allergic reaction because he couldn't pause his video game. He dismissed my kidnapping as a prank and refused to come to the hospital when I was miscarrying our child. But the final straw came when he ordered doctors to carve skin from my body for his mistress's minor burn. He thought he had broken me, but he was wrong. I exposed his affair, took his company, and left him with nothing. Years later, he crashed my wedding to another man, begging for a second chance. "Elena lied to me! She manipulated me! It was always you, Celina!" I looked at the monster who had destroyed my life, my family, and my child. Then I picked up a wine bottle and smashed it over his head.

When Luna discovers her destined mate’s betrayal, her world shatters. Instead of accepting the heartbreak, she chooses to reject the man who defied their sacred bond. This bold defiance sets her on a path of self-discovery and newfound power within the pack. As she navigates the fallout of her broken union, she must find the strength to lead alone. In this tale of magic and resilience, Luna proves that a true queen doesn't need a cheating king to rule.

While visiting her family’s luxury hotel, a billionaire heiress is unexpectedly penalized for eating a small bread roll while waiting for her meal. A manager demands a staggering $128,000 fine, citing a strict policy against outside food despite her short stay. Shocked by the absurdity of the charge, she captures a photo of the ticket and sends it directly to the board of directors. By tagging her brother, she challenges the questionable methods he is using to inflate the company's revenue.

In My Crazy Childhood Friend’s Love Obsession, a woman’s life ends in horror after her billionaire childhood friend, once a gifted artist, orchestrates her brutal demise. Years after she interfered in his campus romance, he returns as her ruthless boss to exact a lethal revenge. Following a night of drugged betrayal and torture, she unexpectedly wakes up in the past. Now granted a second chance, she must navigate their shared history to prevent her impending murder before the obsession takes root.

My little boy died on the operating table during a minor, routine surgery. That exact same night, my billionaire husband bought out the Hudson River for a massive, million-dollar fireworks show. It wasn't to mourn our child. It was to celebrate his first love's son being discharged from the hospital. When I confronted him with our son's death certificate, he sneered and accused me of hiding the boy to get his attention. He held his mistress in our home, watched her fake a panic attack, and threatened to bankrupt my family if I didn't get on my knees and apologize to her. But the most horrifying truth came from a terrified hospital nurse. My son's anesthesia was deliberately kept low during the procedure to keep his tissue viable to save the mistress's child. He was awake and in agonizing pain while his own father planned a grand celebration for another man's son. I couldn't understand how a father could be so completely heartless. How could he sacrifice his own flesh and blood just to please a woman who constantly manipulated him? Looking at the ashes on my son's favorite toy, my paralyzing grief evaporated, replaced by a cold, unyielding rage. I arranged my little boy's funeral alone in the freezing rain, left my wedding ring on the counter, and walked straight into the private hotel suite of my husband's most ruthless business rival. "Let's take him down," I said.