When My Husband Chose My Sister Over Me Again

In this new life, I decided to put my sister's name on the marriage certificate. This time, I fulfilled Oliver's wishes. In this lifetime, I let my sister wear the Victorian-style dress and placed the engagement ring on her finger for him. I personally arranged every meeting between him and my sister. When he took her to New York, I swiftly headed south to attend college in San Francisco. All because in my previous life, even into our fifties, he and our son still begged me for a divorce. I surrendered their final romantic fate to them. Living anew, I only want to spread my wings and soar, leaving love far behind. ... "Just hand it over once you've filled in the name." Oliver impatiently drummed his fingers on the table.

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I pulled out the folder with my acceptance letter from the University of Oxford. In my previous life, I always had an affinity for the southern regions, especially as finance was a subject I truly loved. Back then, I put my education on hold for Oliver, opting to stay home to care for his parents. Luckily, this time, I have the chance to change my path. I want to live for myself now.

When I glanced at my calendar, I realized there were only ten days left until my departure. Time is short, and I need to make every moment count as I prepare.

A sudden knock at the door interrupted my train of thought, and I opened it, feeling a bit impatient. Oliver stood there with a bowl of ravioli, his voice soft, "Hungry? I made you some ravioli."

For a moment, I was taken aback. In my previous life, he was either cold or sharp-tongued towards me. Such warmth from Oliver was something I hadn't experienced in a long time.

"No thanks. I already ate out," I replied.

"How could that be? You're usually careful with money."

His words stung. I had been frugal before, scrimping and saving, spending most of the money I earned from part-time jobs on him, buying him things. Now that I'm heading off to university, money will be tight, and every penny counts.

I looked at him steadily, "I remember giving you £50 a few days ago for wedding supplies. You didn't buy anything, so can you return it?"

He hesitated for a moment before awkwardly admitting, "I spent it on new shoes for Zara."

I couldn't help but smile wryly. The same old story.

"If there's nothing else, I'm closing the door and going to sleep."

"I'll pay you back tomorrow," he said, annoyed. "We're married; do you really need to be so tight-fisted?"

I couldn't help but scoff, "I'm not allowed to care that you're using the money I worked hard to save to buy things for someone else?"

He knew he was in the wrong, but he stubbornly muttered, "Unbelievable."

Tired of the argument, I slammed the door shut.

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The grand pack hall thrummed with anticipation, hundreds of wolves gathered beneath the vaulted timber ceiling. I stood beside Victor on the raised platform, my Luna dress—a deep emerald that once made his eyes soften with pride—now feeling like chains against my skin. The Lycan Council Summit was only three days away, and this was meant to be our moment of triumph. "Brothers and sisters of Silver Creek," Victor's voice boomed across the hall, his Alpha tone making the younger wolves straighten instinctively. "The Summit approaches, where we will finally claim our rightful place among the dominant territories." Applause erupted. I smiled, the expression as practiced as breathing after fifteen years. My hands remained clasped before me, the perfect picture of a supportive Luna. But my wolf stirred uneasily within, sensing something amiss in the way Victor's gaze swept past me to linger on the crowd below. "To commemorate this historic moment," he continued, turning to me with what others might mistake for warmth, "I have a gift for my Luna." My heart, foolish thing that it was, still fluttered with hope. Perhaps the distance between us these past months had been the stress of preparation.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

Betrayed by My Alpha Mate

8.2

On the battlefield, I fought desperately, turning the tide of what should have been a defeat. On the way back to the pack territory, I encountered Isaac Meyer, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, whom I had loved for years. I thought he was there to celebrate with me, so I rushed toward him, throwing myself into his arms. But he struck me with a single blow, knocking me unconscious. When I woke, rumors had already spread through the pack that I had fled the battle, and my Delta, Ella Sullivan, was credited with leading the victory. I went to confront him, but he looked down at me with cold indifference. “You’ve already earned plenty of glory,” he said dismissively. “Ella has been your subordinate for years. Isn’t it fair to let her have this one?” His expression was so detached, so unfeeling, that I finally understood why he had insisted I lead this battle. It had all been a setup.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Goodbye, Alpha!

8.1

Rejected by her fated mate and forced into a sham marriage, Aria Winters must navigate a life of humiliation and loneliness as the Luna-in-name-only of the Blackwood Pack. Alpha Damien Blackwood publicly rejected her on her eighteenth birthday, choosing a human girl over his true mate. But when pack politics threaten to destabilize his rule, Aria is forced into a contract marriage with the man who despises her—all to save her dying brother. Now, trapped in a gilded cage and tormented by Damien’s mistress, Aria must find the strength to survive in a world that sees her as nothing more than a weak Omega. But beneath the surface, a quiet power is stirring… and Aria is about to discover that even the most broken wolves can learn to rise again.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.9

Reborn As The Vengeful Billionaire Heiress

7.9

For five years, April Gamble loved Julian Travis with everything she had, trusting him completely. But on a stormy night, he casually tossed a liquidation agreement at her feet, single-handedly destroying her grandfather's company. He coldly admitted he only dated her to steal Vance Group's internal financial data. "You were convenient," Julian said, swirling his whiskey without a shred of guilt. Before April could even process the brutal betrayal, a breaking news alert lit up her phone. She watched in absolute horror as her grandfather jumped from the ledge of the Vance Tower on live television. Julian looked at her writhing, screaming form with utter boredom and simply ordered his bodyguard to throw her out. Blinded by grief and tears, April sped into the torrential rain, only to be completely crushed by a hydroplaning transport truck at an intersection. As the shattered glass tore into her skin and the metal crushed her ribs, she died with a hatred so pure it made her teeth ache. Why did five years of devotion mean absolutely nothing to him? Why did her family have to die just to feed his ruthless greed? When she opened her eyes again, the harsh hospital lights blinded her, but the familiar burn scar on her arm was gone. She wasn't the betrayed financial analyst April Gamble anymore. She had woken up in the body of Altagracia Blanchard, the most notorious, obscenely wealthy heiress in New York. Julian had taken everything from her, but now, armed with a billionaire's empire, she was going to bury him.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

7.9

Rejected at My Own Birthday Celebration

7.9

During my birthday gathering, Erik Hawkins, the Lycan Prince and my mate, wrapped his arm around Gracie Shaw, his childhood crush and unattainable dream. He gently patted her belly and turned to me, his voice dripping with false concern. “She’s pregnant. What should we do, darling?” The room fell silent, the tension thick enough to choke on. No one at the table dared to stand up for me, nor did they worry I might make a scene. I stood calmly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Congratulations.” Congratulations to him for achieving what he’d always wanted, and congratulations to me for finally letting go. Loving him had long since become a draining effort. --- An hour had passed since the party was supposed to begin. The dishes were cold, and even the server, a young Delta from our pack, had asked multiple times if it was time to bring out the cake.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.6

Rejected Luna's Dark Resurrection

8.6

After Beta Benicio Lewis drove drunk and hit a Delta from our pack, I took the blame and spent two years in the rogue cells. The day after my release, we hurriedly planned a mating ceremony. That night, he led me into the packhouse’s largest room, which was cloaked in darkness. He shoved me onto the bed, and I instinctively reached for him. But then all the lights suddenly switched on, and I was shocked to see several Alphas from neighboring packs surrounding the bed. Their dominant auras pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. "I’ve never been with an Omega from the rogue cells before. I wonder how this will turn out," one of them sneered, his Alpha tone cutting through the air. I attempted to get up, but my limbs felt weak, my body burning up, and all the men looked like Benicio. My wolf whimpered in the back of my mind, but I silenced her, refusing to show weakness.

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