Vows of Vengeance: A Bride Reborn

She thought she was happily married - until she was diagnosed with terminal stomach cancer. Then came the truth: her "devoted" husband Lucien had been poisoning her for years, all to avenge a dead lover. On her deathbed, Calliope made a vow: If life gave her one more chance, she'd rewrite every ending-starting with his. Now reborn seven years earlier, she tears off the wedding dress and walks away from Lucien's lies. To protect her family and reclaim her stolen legacy, Calliope proposes a marriage of convenience to Conrad: a cold, enigmatic firefighter with more power-and more secrets-than anyone realizes. But Lucien is also reborn. And just as cruel. But this time, she's not the naïve bride. She's a tech genius. A business queen. A woman with nothing to lose. And Conrad? He's not just fire and steel-he's the weapon she never knew she needed. They're not here to survive. They're here to win.

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The man's features came into sharper focus.

His jawline was sharp and defined, exuding a certain cool edge. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, and his dark, depthless eyes looked like they could suck you in whole.

He radiated masculinity-like, the kind that hits you straight in the face.

Calliope felt her heart skip a beat.

He stopped right in front of her, towering over her almost a whole head, casting a shadow that practically swallowed her up.

"Calliope Godfrey?"

Good looks aside, his voice was also criminally attractive.

It was low, raspy, and carried a sort of magnetic pull-like a jolt straight to her eardrums.

Calliope gave herself a mental shake and nodded. "That's me. You're... Olivia's cousin?"

He gave a slight nod, glancing her over just for a second before looking away and answering in a flat tone, "Conrad Hilliard."

Calliope still found it a little hard to believe.

Olivia seriously had a cousin like this? Legendary level.

"Did you bring your ID?" Conrad asked.

"Yeah," she said instinctively, handing it over to him.

He took it and turned without hesitation. "Let's go in."

"Mr. Hilliard," she called out, making him stop, "isn't this... a bit rushed? Don't you think we should at least get to know each other more?"

Conrad didn't bother sugarcoating. "Olivia filled me in. Getting to know more is just wasting time."

Calliope was speechless.

Of course Olivia had already run her mouth. No doubt this guy knew all about her baggage by now.

"But before we register the marriage, I think there are a few things we need to make clear."

Conrad raised an eyebrow, gesturing for her to continue.

"First, this is a contractual marriage. We both get what we need from it. I won't interfere in your life, and I expect you to stay out of mine."

"Fine."

"Second, finances stay separate. I'm not after your money, and you better not touch mine."

He gave her a quick look. "Understood."

"Lastly-this is the biggest thing for me-I have zero tolerance for lies. Any form of deceit, we're done. Can you handle that?"

That was her absolute line in the sand.

Conrad's gaze tightened a bit; the lazy vibe he had softened.

He stared at her for a few seconds.

Calliope didn't flinch, looking back at him steadily.

Finally, he responded with a brief, "Okay."

"I'm done with my conditions. Mr. Hilliard, what about yours?"

"Just one," he said, lifting his chin slightly. "I'm not into women. This marriage is just to keep my family off my back. So do us both a favor-don't catch feelings."

Calliope gave him another once-over, head to toe.

Broad shoulders, trim waist, mile-long legs. His T-shirt clung to his chest and arms, outlining solid muscle underneath.

Even through the fabric, you could sense the raw physical energy rolling off him-this guy was practically dripping hormone.

And he claimed to have no interest in women?

If he wasn't into women... then was he into men?

So this really was a no-strings-attached, strictly-business deal. Just two people teaming up for convenience.

He could smooth things over with his family, and go on living his "colorful" life.

Noticing her shifting expression, Conrad frowned. "What? Second thoughts?"

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Betrayed by the alpha who once claimed her as his own, a resilient werewolf finds herself discarded and broken. However, she refuses to remain a victim. Fueled by a burning desire for justice, she meticulously crafts a plan to dismantle his power and reclaim her dignity. As she navigates a dangerous world of pack politics and ancient rivalries, her quest for vengeance transforms into an intense journey of survival, unexpected passion, and ultimate retribution.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.6

After My Mate Betrayed Me

8.6

Betrayed by her mate and left for dead, a rejected werewolf finds herself at a crossroads of survival and vengeance. Abandoned by the one she trusted most, she must navigate a dangerous world of pack politics and ancient rivalries. As she uncovers hidden powers within herself, she rises from the ashes of her past to reclaim her honor. Forced into an uneasy alliance, she prepares to confront her former lover and the dark forces that tore her life apart.

Action Fantasy Werewolf

9.6

Claimed By My Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

9.6

I spent our third anniversary alone in our penthouse, adjusting a white rose and waiting for a man who didn't want to come home. When my fiancé, Chris Osborne, finally arrived, he didn't notice the 1982 Lafite or the dinner I’d prepared. He looked at me with disgust, calling my desire for a wedding date "pressure" before storming out to a private club. I followed him, hiding behind a marble pillar at The Vault as I recorded his voice on my phone. He was laughing with his friends about a $20 million bet. He called me a "boring ice queen" and a "marble statue," explaining that he only needed to keep me around until the merger closed so he could steal my shares and "cut me loose." To make it worse, my own father was in on it, prioritizing his stock price over his daughter's life. Broken and barefoot in a torrential Manhattan downpour, I sought refuge at the Four Seasons. I collapsed into the arms of a tall, dangerous-looking stranger and begged him to take me upstairs. I wanted to be erased, to forget the transaction my life had become. After a night of salt and desperation, I left my engagement ring on his nightstand as payment for services rendered and fled. The next morning, I realized I had jumped from the frying pan into the furnace. My "stranger" wasn't a nobody. He was Gallagher Osborne—the ruthless patriarch of the family and my fiancé’s uncle. He tracked me to a private clinic, trapping me in a room while holding my medical file and the ring I’d discarded. He told me I was his now, and that he’d dismantle Chris piece by piece if I didn't comply. I was a piece of currency to my father, a bet to my fiancé, and a prize to his uncle. I had no allies, no escape, and no mercy left. I realized that being the "perfect daughter" had only made me a target. If they wanted to play games with the "Ice Queen," I decided to give them a frostbite they would never forget. I trashed my art gallery, backdated a diagnosis for a psychotic break, and sent a cryptic suicide note to Chris. As Gallagher watched from the shadows and Chris panicked over his investment, I began the process of scorching the earth. The merger was still happening, but I wasn't the bride anymore—I was the wrecking ball.

Action Modern Romance

7.2

Damaged Goods, A Priceless Return

7.2

After a fire stole my family and my voice, my boyfriend Jermain promised to be my shield. I was the silent composer behind our band's success, fighting to speak again-for him. Then I overheard him call me "damaged goods, a millstone around my neck." His betrayal escalated. He let his new flame publicly humiliate me, then abandoned me-injured and deafened-in a storm, calling me a "liability." The boy who promised to be my voice was gone. In his place was a stranger who saw me only as a burden he was tired of carrying. So I vanished. Three years later, with my voice and hearing restored, I returned not as a victim, but as a celebrated artist. He's back, begging for a second chance, but he's about to learn that the "damaged goods" he threw away are now priceless.

Action Modern Romance

9.2

Entangled with the wrong man

9.2

Druscilla Hayes thought heartbreak had a limit. She was wrong. On the night of her bachelorette party, she survives a shootout - and is rescued by a dangerously irresistible stranger with mismatched eyes and a criminal smile. Ivanov Rodriguez is everything she shouldn't want. Everything her perfect fiance is not. But when Druscilla discovers her fiancé's betrayal, she runs straight into Ivanov's arms - only to learn too late that she was never more than a pawn in his revenge. Years later, she's rebuilt her life, her heart, and her future. Until fate drags her back into the orbit of the man who once ruined her. This time, she has nothing left to lose. Except the truth that could destroy them both ⚠️ WARNING: This book contains immorality, forbidden desire, dangerous attraction, and morally questionable characters. If you believe love should always be pure and choices should always be right... This story is not for you. Proceed only if you enjoy chaos, passion, and bad decisions.

Action Mystery Romance

8.0

Fifty Dollar Bet, Million Dollar Revenge

8.0

For fifty dollars, I sold a piece of my dignity to the school's golden boy. I was eighteen, starving, and desperate enough to take his bet. That single photo destroyed my life. I became "Fifty-Dollar Ella," the school slut, haunted by whispers and scorn. My stepmother and stepsister reveled in my public humiliation, ensuring my life was a living hell. I spent the next decade clawing my way to the top of Wall Street, but I died alone, filled with the bitter regret of a stolen youth. Until the end, I never understood why they all hated me so much. Then, I opened my eyes. I was eighteen again, back in that classroom, moments before the bet that ruined me. A shadow fell over my desk. It was him. "Meet me after school," Javier Mack whispered, a smug look on his face. But this time, the scared, hungry girl was gone. In her place was a shark. And I was ready to play.

Action Modern Young Adult

Vows of Vengeance: A Bride Reborn

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