Taming The Sinner: The Doctor’s Cold Game

I stood before the double doors of the master suite, my hand hovering inches from the polished brass. As a surgeon, I was trained to steady my heart before a cut, but the silence in the Alexander estate felt like the heavy, oppressive pause that always preceded a scream. I pushed the mahogany door open to find my fiancé, Authur, tangled in Egyptian cotton sheets with a woman named Jasmine. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and a floral perfume that wasn't mine—a brutal reality check just twenty-four hours before the merger meant to save my family from total ruin. Authur didn't look guilty; he looked amused, coldly telling me to close the door because I was letting in a draft. When his parents unexpectedly arrived, I was forced to hide his mistress and pretend our "intensity" had ruined the room, donning his discarded shirt to look disheveled just to protect the Lawrence family stock price. The humiliation only deepened on our wedding morning when Authur issued a sadistic ultimatum over the phone. "Wear your scrubs to the altar—the ones covered in blood—or I'll watch your father's company go belly up by lunch." He wanted to turn our wedding at St. Patrick’s Cathedral into a public execution of my dignity. I walked down the aisle in shapeless navy cotton and crimson stains, enduring the horrified gasps of the elite who labeled me an "insane gold digger." Authur stood at the altar, reeking of whiskey and malice, certain he had finally broken me and turned my professional oath into a circus act. But as the priest began the vows, I looked at the man who thought he owned me and realized I wasn't his victim—I was his surgeon. I had the footage of his debauchery ready to play for the world, and as we shared a punishing, hateful kiss for the cameras, I knew the real war had only just begun.

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The silence in the penthouse was deafening. Authur stood by the fireplace, pouring himself a drink-real whiskey this time.

"So," he said, his back to her. "We're married. But you don't want me to touch you. You just want my money and my name."

Helena leaned against the wall, her heart rate slowly returning to normal. She needed to deflect. She couldn't let him know about the trauma. He would use it against her.

"I want security," she said coldly. "And yes, I want the Alexander fortune secure."

She took a step forward, forcing her face into a mask of greed. She started to unbutton the top button of her dress. Her fingers felt like ice.

"But if you insist," she said, her voice devoid of emotion. "We can do it. I need an heir. The trust fund releases an extra ten million upon the birth of a child."

She looked at him dead in the eye. "Let's get it over with. For the check."

Authur turned around. He saw her unbuttoning her dress like she was preparing for a root canal.

His face twisted in disgust. To him, sex was about passion, or at least pleasure. This... this was a transaction. And nothing turned Authur Alexander off faster than feeling like a stud horse being used for breeding.

"Stop," he ordered.

Helena stopped.

Authur slammed his glass down. He walked to the side table and yanked open a drawer. He pulled out a small white box.

He tossed it at her.

It hit her chest and fell to the floor.

"Plan B," Authur said. "Take it."

Helena picked up the box.

"I don't trust you," Authur sneered. "I don't want a child with a calculator for a heart. Take the pill. Now."

Helena opened the box. She popped the pill out of the foil.

"Water?" she asked.

"Swallow it dry."

Helena put the pill in her mouth. She placed it carefully under her tongue. She swallowed hard, mimicking the motion.

"Happy?" she asked, opening her mouth to show him. She lifted her tongue just enough to hide the white tablet.

Authur didn't look closely. He just wanted to leave.

"You sleep here," he said, grabbing his keys. "I'm going out."

"Where?"

"Somewhere I can find a woman who has a pulse," he snapped.

He stormed out. The elevator doors dinged.

Helena ran to the bathroom. She spat the pill into the toilet and flushed it. She rinsed her mouth.

She looked at herself in the mirror. She was alone on her wedding night.

"Good," she whispered. "One day down."

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Celeste was an abandoned princess and a wolf-less she-wolf who held no value to her father. Horres was the ruthless Alpha of the Iron Fang Pack-a ticking time bomb. As a peace offering to a rival pack, Celeste Holmes knew her life would be difficult as the Luna to an Alpha who would give anything to wipe her pack from the surface of the earth. Even then, she felt it was her ticket to escape her father's clutches, yet nothing prepared her for the horror awaiting her. People said Alpha Horres was scary, but to Celeste, he was a demon. Alpha Horres Thorne had everything planned out for the daughter of his nemesis. The humiliation, pain, torture, and everything that could break her was set the moment her father thought of offering her to him. Horres enjoyed watching her bleed. Relishing her despair and seeing the helplessness on her face gave him the energy to plot more schemes against her evil father. Everything was supposed to move smoothly, but there was a flaw in his plan. After that fateful night, he experienced every single pain he inflicted on her, just the way she felt it. Even her subconscious fears and insecurities were felt by him. Didn't they say Celeste Holmes had no wolf? How then did she do it, or did Alpha Holmes' daughter succeed in bewitching Alpha Horres while he was enjoying his time torturing her? Did he lose in his own game of chess? How would he take revenge when he couldn't even hurt her anymore? Was he supposed to just surrender and love her now? What about his grievances?

Action Horror Werewolf

8.2

Five Times Too Many

8.2

After eight years of marriage and five traumatic miscarriages, Penelope believes Sam is her devoted protector. However, she discovers a horrifying truth: Sam intentionally used their unborn children as medical specimens for his lover, Nicole. Their entire marriage was a sham, and the legal documents she trusted were forged. Now, carrying a sixth child amidst a web of lies and medical exploitation, Penelope abandons her false life to ensure Sam pays for his cold-blooded cruelty.

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9.3

I AM THE SHE-ALPHA

9.3

"I would never accept a slut like you as a mate. You're not worthy of becoming my Luna. Disgusting," He spat, glaring at me. I shook my head, my heart shattering, knowing what was coming next. "I, Alpha Theodore Dreadclaw, Ruler of the Fangborn pack, hereby reject you, Raven Silvera, as my mate and Luna." Raven Silvera has always lived in her twin's shadow- until a cruel fate leaves her rejected by her mate and left to die. Saved by a mysterious stranger, she's thrust into a world of secrets, ancient powers and dangerous desires. As war brews and old enemies rise, Raven must embrace the power within her bloodline and choose between two powerful men-one from her past, and one who holds her future. To protect those she loves, she must become what no wolf has ever dared: The She-Alpha.

Action Romance Werewolf

7.8

Kidnapped by the Cold-Hearted CEO: His Sweet Obsession

7.8

Ashley Carter never imagined her wedding day would end with her being kidnapped by a total stranger. Even more confusing? The man who took her, Charles Blackwood, claims she's his bride. But Ashley has never seen him before in her life. Charles, a powerful and cold-hearted CEO, is used to getting what he wants-and now, he wants Ashley. Though she doesn't remember him, he's determined to make her his, body and soul. He showers her with relentless affection and overwhelming desire, leaving her no room to escape his grasp. Ashley tries to resist his overbearing charm, but Charles is persistent. Every touch, every kiss, pulls her deeper into a world of passion and obsession. She may not know who he is, but he's about to make sure she never forgets him again. But can love truly grow from such a twisted beginning? Or is she just a pawn in his dangerous game of desire?

Action Billionaire Romance

9.6

After Tearing Apart the Wedding Dress, I Became the Donna of Ex’s Enemy

9.6

For three long years, I lived as a silent ornament for the mafia tyrant Leo Marciano. Stripped of my freedom and friends, I existed solely to appease his temper. However, the final straw comes at the bridal atelier when Leo’s adoptive sister, Alice, brazenly claims my custom wedding gown. Instead of defending me, Leo dismisses my worth with a cold shrug. Refusing to remain a victim any longer, I decide to tear down the life I built and seek a new destiny with his greatest rival.

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8.6

Marrying His Rival: The Jilted Wife's Sweet Revenge

8.6

"Her blood type is a match. It’s the only option." I froze outside the conference room door, the quarterly reports digging into my ribs. I knew that voice. It was Ben, my husband’s best friend and doctor. But the next voice, cold and devoid of warmth, shattered my world. "Then we do it," my husband Ethan said. "Chloe cannot wait any longer. If Ava is the match, then Ava is the solution." For the past month, Ethan had been obsessed with my health, insisting on daily "vitamins" and endless checkups. He called it love. Standing in that hallway, I realized he was actually shopping for spare parts. "She is your wife, Ethan," Ben argued weakly. "You can't just harvest her like a crop." "She became my wife because she was useful," Ethan replied, his indifference cutting deeper than any scalpel. "Now, she can be useful for this." The realization hit me with the force of a physical blow. The nausea I’d been feeling wasn't stress. I was pregnant. And those "vitamins" he fed me every morning? They weren't supplements. They were poisons designed to ensure I remained a viable donor. He was killing his own child to save his mistress. To him, I wasn't a partner. I was livestock. An asset to be liquidated for parts. I didn't burst into the room. I didn't scream. I walked away in silence, my hand hovering over my stomach. He wanted my kidney? He wanted to carve me up? I decided right then. I wouldn't just leave. I would terminate the pregnancy, fake my death, and burn his entire world to the ground.

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