The Don Chased His Donna Back

Ravenna was betrayed by her mate, Ronan, the Alpha heir of the Bloodmoon Pack. She was left to die, but instead she survived and now returns to the Bloodmoon Academy with a new face, new identity, a sharpened will and she lives for vengeance. As she weaved through the Academy, with her charm and beauty she caught the attention of three men that holds a part of a past and future. A powerful prince. A charming traitor. A merciless sorcerer. Now, she must decide what is worth saving and what's to be destroyed as the thin line between duty and desire begins to blur out.

Alessia was destined to lead as the wife of Lorenzo, the Mafia's heir. However, everything changes when Chiara, a reckless arms dealer’s daughter, captures Lorenzo's obsession. Despite his public disdain for her wild nature, he begs Alessia to surrender her title to pacify his new flame. After a blood-stained wedding gown marks the end of her engagement, Alessia decides that if she cannot be his wife, she will claim the highest authority. She won't just survive; she will become his Madre.

After dying alone in a damp basement, I wake up on the day of the funeral that ruined my life. In my past, Marcus used his sisters-in-law to provoke me, leading to my public breakdown and the destruction of my father's business. Now back in time, I realize their rejection of his mistress proposal was a calculated act to steal the Hartley estate. Armed with the truth behind their staged marriage fraud, I will play their game and give them exactly what they deserve.

Jacqueline never planned to marry Rex Northman. Forced into vows under threat, she finds herself trapped with a possessive, unforgiving tycoon who dictates her every move. Her ordinary life shatters as Rex tightens his control, cutting her off from everyone she knows. Then a buried piece of her past resurfaces: her former boyfriend is Rex's step-brother—the one man Rex despises above all others. As hidden truths and betrayal unravel around her, Jacqueline must decide whether to remain the obedient wife she's been forced to become or escape to reclaim the love she lost.

Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life. Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk. She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years. It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard. In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag. Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears. That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion. The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast. She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy. He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection. Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her? Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins. This time, she wasn't going to run. She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.

Erich died in a freezing cabin, abandoned by the powerful Hollywood actor who had kept him as an abused, captive pet. But instead of finding peace, his eyes snapped open in a rundown bedroom. He had been reborn into the body of a suicidal stranger. The original owner, who shared his exact name, had swallowed a bottle of pills after being framed for plagiarism and destroyed by cyberbullying. Now, his new family was drowning in medical debt and facing foreclosure. Meanwhile, Erich was still paralyzed by the severe PTSD of his past life, suffocating at the mere memory of his ex's footsteps. Desperate to shed his trauma, he went to a barbershop to cut off the greasy hair hiding his new face. But when the barber removed the cape, a wave of pure, unadulterated terror crashed over Erich. Staring back in the mirror was his exact original face, complete with his signature teardrop mole. He knew if his psychopathic ex saw this face, the man would tear the world apart to drag him back to his personal hell in Malibu. But Erich refused to be a victim again. He grabbed a flyer for a prestigious art competition and looked at his stunned new sister. "I'm going to New York." This time, he wouldn't hide. He was going to use his art to save this broken family and declare war on everyone who had ruined them.