The Hockey Star’s Championship Lie

After eight years of devotion, Elara discovers her colleagues mock her as the old crow for being thirty-two and unmarried. When she seeks support from her partner, Jace, the billionaire dismisses her pain and validates the cruel nickname. Realizing her youth was wasted on a man who views her as a joke, Elara resigns and cuts all ties. However, her sudden departure shatters Jace's composure, forcing the once-untouchable man to desperately plead for her return.

BLURB. Selena had it all, a devoted mate, Kael, and a life planned as the future Luna of their pack. Until betrayal struck. Her mate slept with her sister, and the entire pack already knew. Humiliation, heartbreak, and fury consumed her, leaving her adrift in a world that had always demanded strength. Then Darius appeared. The enigmatic Alpha whose gaze pierced her defenses and whose presence demanded more than she was ready to give. He didn't pity her. He didn't console her. He challenged her, pushed her, tested her, stripped her bare of pretenses and in doing so, awakened a dangerous attraction she never anticipated. Under his guidance, Selena must confront her past, reclaim her power, and navigate the deadly tensions of pack politics. Training becomes a battlefield of desire and restraint, where every glance, every touch, every word between them carries unspoken weight. The slow-burn connection intensifies with every moment, fiery, messy, human, impossible to ignore. But the road to healing and love is never easy. Kael returns, stirring the ashes of old attachments, while external pack threats loom. Selena is forced to choose between the remnants of a shattered past and the consuming, dangerous pull of Darius, the Alpha who sees every crack in her soul and refuses to look away.

After ten years of devotion, my childhood sweetheart Dean Shepard callously called off our promised engagement the moment we turned eighteen. He immediately fled the country to pursue his first love, leaving me behind. To make amends for his betrayal, the Shepard family arranged a new fiancé for me. Now, Dean has returned, weeping on his knees and begging for a second chance. But it is too late for regrets. My new husband is far superior, and Dean has already been replaced.

When Nigerian financial analyst Eniola Adeyemi exposes a 2.3 billion naira money laundering scheme, she becomes the target of powerful criminals who'll stop at nothing to silence her. Her only protection? A contract marriage to Elijah Kingston-the cold, ruthless, American billionaire CEO whose own family is at the heart of the conspiracy. What begins as a transactional arrangement for safety and an heir becomes a dangerous game of power, betrayal, and undeniable passion as they're forced to choose between empire and love.

On Christmas Eve, Rosaline’s boyfriend Finn Shore drugs her during a family dinner to settle his mounting debts. He sells her to a powerful man named Mr. Olson, claiming her resemblance to Olson's past love makes her the perfect payment. However, the plan backfires when Rosaline wakes up in a familiar estate. Her buyer is Wesley Olson, her own uncle, whose only obsession was Rosaline’s mother. Now, the tables have turned, and Finn has no idea of the dangerous mistake he has just made.

I was kneeling on a Persian rug in my custom Vera Wang, staring at the headline that ended my life: my father had been arrested for a massive Ponzi scheme. I reached for my phone to call my groom, Claudius, but he disconnected the line. Then I heard the sound that stopped my heart—the deadbolt sliding home from the outside. Two floors down, my mother-in-law was already calculating the cost of my survival. To save the family’s stock prices, they decided a "grieving widower" was better than a disgraced bride. Claudius didn't even flinch. He downed a whiskey and gave the order to the staff. "Do it." The door swung open, but it wasn't my husband. It was the housekeeper and a maid wearing medical gloves. They pinned me down, ignoring my screams, and plunged a syringe of potassium chloride into my neck. They scattered pills across the floor, staging a perfect suicide while I felt my heart rhythm fail. "I'm pregnant. Please." I sobbed into the silk cushions, but they didn't pause. As the darkness swallowed the room, I realized my entire marriage had been a transaction, and I was now a liability to be liquidated. How could the man I loved sign my death warrant? Why was my best friend already wearing my engagement ring before my body was even cold? But they forgot one thing: I was an Elliott, and we always have a contingency plan. The poison didn't kill me; it only woke me up. When I stood up from that chaise lounge, the bride was gone. I was holding the secret ledger that would burn their empire to the ground. "Have a lovely audit."