The Blind Wife's Desperate Sacrifice
I am blind, but the darkness in my marriage was far worse than my lost vision.
When my brother’s kidneys failed, I needed two hundred thousand dollars to save his life within forty-eight hours.
But that same day, my wealthy husband’s mother and his childhood sweetheart, Kassidy, framed me for pushing the old woman down a flight of marble stairs.
"Pack your trash and get out of my house."
Chase didn't listen to my desperate pleas. He kicked me out without a single cent and demanded an immediate divorce.
Driven to a dead end, I was tricked by Kassidy into signing a high-end escort contract and given a spiked drink.
Drugged and terrified, I stumbled into Chase at a hotel.
Seeing the transaction Kassidy had orchestrated, he believed I was actually selling my body for the surgery money.
In a fit of possessive rage, he brutally took me, leaving me battered with a check on the nightstand the next morning as the ultimate insult.
But the nightmare didn't end there.
When I finally borrowed the money and rushed to the hospital, I found out Kassidy had already paid the bill anonymously, taking my brother's life hostage.
She even found my torn clothes from that night, twisting the truth to convince Chase's family that I was a manipulative whore who deserved to die.
I lost my dignity, my marriage, and my freedom to a web of perfectly orchestrated lies.
Why did the man I loved always choose to believe their flawless acts over my real tears?
Clutching his broken black onyx cufflink in my bleeding palm, my despair finally died, leaving only a cold, burning resolve.
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Chapter 8
Chase's large hand clamped down hard on Adriane's waist.
Her skin was burning hot through the thin fabric of her clothes. She trembled violently against his chest, her hips instinctively pressing into him.
Before Chase could speak, Brandi stepped out from the shadows of the hallway.
Brandi walked up to Chase with a sickeningly sweet, apologetic smile. She held out the iPad.
"I am so sorry, Mr. Barnett," Brandi said, playing the role of a high-end madam perfectly. "Ms. Owens is a bit eager tonight. But she has already been booked by another client."
Chase looked at the screen. It displayed a completed crypto transaction. Two hundred thousand dollars. The recipient name was Adriane Owens.
The numbers burned into Chase's retinas. The last thread of his sanity snapped.
He remembered her begging for exactly two hundred thousand dollars in his study. She wasn't lying about needing the money. She was just willing to sell her body to get it.
A wave of violent, possessive rage exploded in his chest.
Chase snatched the iPad from Brandi's hands and smashed it against the wall. The screen shattered into a hundred pieces.
Brandi gasped and jumped back.
Chase turned his eyes on her. They were pitch black and lethal. "Get out of my sight before I kill you."
Brandi didn't wait. She turned and ran for the stairs.
Chase looked down at Adriane. She was writhing against him, whimpering in pain from the drug.
He bent down and scooped her up into his arms. He carried her down the hall and kicked open the door to his private presidential suite.
He slammed the door shut with his foot. The heavy lock clicked into place.
Chase walked over to the massive leather sofa and threw her down.
Adriane let out a soft moan as she hit the cushions. Her unseeing eyes were wide and filled with a hazy, terrifying mix of fear and need.
Chase ripped his tie completely off and threw it on the floor. He stood over her, his chest heaving.
"Is this what you are?" Chase snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "A two-hundred-thousand-dollar whore?"
Adriane couldn't understand the words. The drug was boiling her blood. She only knew that the cold air radiating from him was the only thing that could stop the burning.
She reached up. Her trembling, hot hands grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down.
That single, desperate action set Chase on fire.
He crashed down onto her. He captured her lips in a brutal, punishing kiss. There was no tenderness. It was pure, violent possession. He bit down on her bottom lip until he tasted blood.
Adriane gasped, her lungs burning for air. A single tear escaped her eye and rolled into her hair, but her body betrayed her, arching up to meet his anger.
The sound of tearing fabric filled the silent room.
The pain of his rough hands mixed with the agonizing pleasure of the drug. Adriane thrashed wildly beneath him, her hands grasping for anything to push him away. Her fingers caught the edge of his tailored sleeve, pulling hard against the fabric. A sharp snap echoed in the dark as the chain of his custom black onyx cufflink broke under her desperate grip, sending the heavy metal piece tumbling silently onto the nightstand. Adriane's fingernails dug deeply into the broad muscles of Chase's back, dragging down and leaving long, bloody scratches across his skin.
Chase felt the sting of her nails. It only fueled the dark, twisted satisfaction in his gut. She belonged to him. Only him.
The heavy, suffocating darkness of the suite swallowed them whole.
The punishment lasted for hours. Every touch was a battle, every breath a war of misunderstandings.
Hours later, the drug finally burned itself out. Adriane's body went completely limp. She passed out from sheer exhaustion and pain.
Chase sat up against the headboard. He lit a cigar. The cherry glowed red in the dark. He stared at the bruised, broken woman sleeping beside him, his chest tight with a heavy, unnamable darkness.
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9.1
Two Alphas. One destiny.
Kael Draven, the feared Alpha King, rules his territory with iron claws and a heart guarded by centuries of pain. Ryker Storm, wild, untamed, and fiercely independent, has always refused to bow to anyone... until fate forces them together.
When a forbidden bond ignites between them, desire and rivalry collide in a dangerous dance. Packs will fight. Secrets will surface. Hearts will shatter. And only one thing is certain: neither man will leave unclaimed.
Passion. Power. Fate.
Will they conquer the bond-or destroy each other first?
7.6
Johana walked half a mile through a brutal blizzard just to secure a tutoring job with the elite Black family.
But the very night she was hired, she received a terrifying call from the ER—her quiet roommate, Hazelle, had been drugged and severely traumatized at a Hamptons party.
When Johana rushed to the hospital, she didn't find the police. Instead, she found a team of ruthless billionaires erasing the crime.
Leading them was Dalton Black, the cold, arrogant older brother of her new student.
Within minutes, Dalton's fixers wiped the hospital's security footage, deleted all digital evidence, and forcefully transferred Hazelle to a locked private psychiatric facility.
"We are ensuring her privacy."
Dalton's voice was devoid of emotion, treating the horrific assault like a minor PR glitch.
His friends mocked Johana's powerlessness, while Dalton authorized a blank check to pay for the private ward, effectively burying the scandal and buying their silence.
Johana stood in the sterile hallway, trembling with a mix of despair and absolute rage.
How could they destroy an innocent girl's life and simply pay to make it disappear? Why was the truth so easily erased by money?
She had no wealth, no connections, and no proof, but she refused to be a victim of their cover-up.
Staring directly into Dalton's intimidating, icy blue eyes, Johana made a vow.
"I don't want your money. I will find out what you monsters did to her."
She thought the billionaire heir would crush her on the spot, but instead, he watched her walk away and quietly ordered his assistant: "Find out everything about Johana Neal."
7.5
Lila Ashworth is believed to be the weakest omega in Silver Moon Pack since the night she was found nearly drowning as a child, when the Elders failed to detect her true powers. She shares the secret of her unexpected pregnancy only with Elena, her surrogate mother, having no idea how it happened. When Alpha Kai publicly rejects her as his mate despite their true bond, choosing duty over love, her rival Raven exposes the pregnancy, leading to Lila's exile from the pack.
During her exile, Lila discovers she carries the ancient Moon Goddess bloodline, making her one of the most powerful werewolves alive. Under the training of Marcus Chen, a former military supernatural expert, she transforms from weak omega to formidable warrior while raising her twin children, Aria and Ash, who display extraordinary abilities. Through her wolf Eryndra, she learns to control her supernatural powers.
Years later, Lila returns to Silver Moon Pack intending to collect Elena and take revenge, but finds the pack under threat from devastating war. When pack members doubt her again, she reveals the full extent of her powers in battle. Her return catches the attention of ruthless Alpha King Dante Blackwood, who demands to claim her through forced mating, threatening to kill anyone who opposes him. Though Lila wants to fight back, the Moon Goddess appears in her dreams and warns her against it.
Caught between her remorseful former mate Kai and the politically powerful Dante, Lila must navigate deadly pack politics while protecting her children. As supernatural war erupts, she embraces her destiny as the prophesied leader who will unite all werewolf packs.
9.1
The best way to get back at a cheating bastard? Make him sick to his stomach for the rest of his life!
Days before her wedding, Corinne caught her fiancé cheating with his coworker in what she thought was their future home.
Furious, she tore everything apart, ended the engagement, and decided on a bold revenge plan.
To make him regret it for life, she set her sights on marrying his powerful uncle. Confident in her scheme, she tried to win over the cold, untouchable man, only to realize too late that she had mistaken his identity.
The man she married was far more dangerous than she imagined!
Corinne decided to make a quick escape. "Let's get a divorce. We're clearly not right for each other... "
He cornered her with a knowing smile, "Not right for each other? Funny, that's not what you said last night in bed. Want me to remind you how wrong you are?"
7.5
I lay paralyzed in a luxury Swiss clinic, my body a heavy sack of meat I no longer controlled. The heart monitor’s rhythmic beep was the only thing louder than the silence, a mocking countdown to my inevitable end.
My fiancé, Jordan, walked in looking impeccable in the custom suit I had bought him for his birthday. He wasn't alone; my best friend, Chloe, followed him into the room, wearing the vintage Givenchy dress I had saved for our anniversary gala.
Jordan didn't look like a grieving man; he looked bored as he held up a blue folder confirming that my family's offshore trust had finally cleared. Chloe giggled, leaning over me to ask if I finally realized it was the engagement wine she had spiked seven days ago. Jordan brushed a cold hand over my forehead, calling me a "perfect little asset" before pulling Chloe into a hungry kiss right over my dying body. To ensure there was no turning back, he pulled out a silver lighter and set my living will on fire, watching the only document that could have saved me turn to ash.
I tried to scream, to curse them both to hell for stealing my life and my legacy, but all that came out was a wet, rattling wheeze. My own father, I would later learn, had known about the takeover and chose the profit over his own daughter's life.
As the darkness swallowed me whole, I made a silent, desperate promise: if there was anything after this, I would come back and destroy every single one of them.
I gasped, my body jerking upright as air rushed into my lungs like liquid fire.
I wasn't in Switzerland, and there was no poison in my veins. I was back in my Manhattan bedroom, staring at a phone that read June 12—the morning of the wedding, the day I was supposed to die, and the day I decided to burn their world to the ground.
8.3
Five years ago, Lyrix Thorne was publicly rejected by her fated mate and left to die beneath a full moon. Now she's a rogue leader with a ticking death sentence in her veins, hunted for her blood and hated by the Alpha who broke her. When war forces her back into Shadowfang territory, Lyrix comes face-to-face with Raven Blackwood-the ruthless Alpha who shattered her bond and the only wolf powerful enough to save her. He claims his rejection was a lie. A sacrifice. A choice that nearly destroyed him. Lyrix doesn't care. She survived without him, and she refuses to kneel now.
But fate doesn't loosen its grip. The rejection curse is killing her faster than anyone predicted, enemies are closing in, and the mate bond ignites with brutal intensity every time Raven gets too close. He wants redemption. She wants revenge. Between forced proximity, pack politics, and a prophecy written in blood and silver, Lyrix must decide whether love is worth risking her life again-or if letting the Alpha burn is the only way to finally be free.