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After a decade of devotion, Josie Carr is ready to walk away from billionaire Graham Holloway. Their daughter, Kira, was conceived during a night of drunken confusion, leading Graham to provide a villa while refusing to acknowledge the child’s existence. He insisted on remaining publicly single and forbade Kira from calling him father. Now that their ten-year agreement has ended, Josie prepares to take her daughter and leave the man who never truly opened his heart to them.

Elena once sacrificed her future at an elite Academy to protect Luca, believing his empty promises of safety. Instead of a rescue, she faced a lonely death in a prison cell while Luca rose to power by marrying the Don’s daughter. Now granted a second chance, Elena wakes up back in time. As a sixteen-year-old Luca attempts to hand her a bloody gun and name her his savior, she rejects the weapon. Elena refuses to be his fall girl again, determined to survive the mafia's shadows.

After catching her boyfriend in an act of infidelity, a woman’s life is thrown into chaos. Seeking an escape from her heartbreak, she spends a night drinking, only to wake up in the bed of a mysterious, handsome stranger. The situation escalates when the powerful man presents her with a sudden marriage proposal. Caught between her painful past and an uncertain future, she must navigate a high-stakes deal with a billionaire who claims he will be her last.

After Joaquin Landon ignores his wife’s plea for help to focus on a commission, she is subjected to a horrific transformation. Injected with stimulants to ensure she remains conscious, she is mutilated and encased in boiling wax. When Joaquin later views the resulting sculpture at an exhibition, he fails to recognize his wife. Instead, he expresses disgust at the resemblance, callously wishing for her death while standing directly before her corpse.

In The Dark Side Of Fate, Tamia’s world is upended when her husband discovers his fated mate, leaving her discarded. Despite the spiritual bonds tying her to his pack, she refuses to remain a shadow. Seizing a risky opportunity to escape through sacrifice, she abandons her old life forever. Rather than submitting to a cruel destiny, Tamia takes control of her future, seeking a new beginning and a path to true freedom by joining forces with the formidable and mysterious Dark Alpha.

Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom. When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic. But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead. Instead, Chadwick was trembling as he held the nanny's daughter, Autumn, who barely had a microscopic scratch. "She needs ice. And antibacterial ointment," Chadwick snapped, carrying the nanny's daughter away and leaving his bleeding son behind. From that moment, the nightmare only escalated. Chadwick ordered Clara to cook a three-hour meal for the nanny's kid, threw away Leo's favorite toys because Autumn sneezed, and even secretly took the nanny and her daughter on Leo's promised Disney trip. The final humiliation came at the Met Gala. Right before their sponsor speech, Chadwick received a frantic call from the nanny claiming Autumn was having a panic attack. He abandoned Clara in front of hundreds of flashing cameras, sprinting out of the ballroom. Clara stood completely alone, the humiliation eating through her veins like acid. She couldn't understand how a father could call the nanny's kid his "little princess" while watching his own son cry. Why was he treating his own flesh and blood like garbage just to play savior to another woman's child? Suddenly, the blinding camera flashes were blocked by a massive shadow. Erasmo Chase, the heir to New York's largest financial dynasty, stepped out of the darkness and shielded her. "A man like that is unworthy of your grief, Ms. Best," he whispered, pressing a silk handkerchief into her trembling hand. Looking at the sharp profile of the powerful man beside her, Clara's shock hardened into a lethal, cold fury. She was going to dump her family's shares, crash the board, and make Chadwick lose absolutely everything.

I skipped my final lab review in Geneva and endured a fourteen-hour flight to surprise my husband for our fourth wedding anniversary. Instead, looking through the window of our beachfront estate, I saw him playing the perfect, loving father to a "tragic widow's" daughter, kissing the widow with practiced, casual intimacy. Fleeing in pure panic, I got into a horrific car crash. Waking up in the VIP hospital room, I kept my eyes shut and heard my husband talking to his best friend right beside my bed. "She's just a party girl who knows how to swipe a black card. I only play the part because I need her father's proxy vote for the IPO." "Every time I have to touch her in bed, it feels like a corporate obligation. It makes me sick." Later, even my own father demanded I step down from my company role and publicly welcome the mistress, just to protect the family's investment in the upcoming ten-billion-dollar IPO. Four years of marriage and quiet humiliations, all reduced to a calculated lie. They all thought I was just a brainless, hysterical socialite who could be easily manipulated and discarded. They didn't know that the core anti-aging algorithm his entire empire relied on was secretly built by me. I calmly pulled out my phone and texted my divorce lawyer. "I want him bankrupt. On the day his company rings the bell, I am going to burn his entire life to the ground."

Ten years ago, Cameron Vinson destroyed my Wall Street career to build his empire, leaving me a disgraced schoolteacher. Now, he was back, paying for my father' s life-saving surgery to play the benevolent hero. But his fiancée, jealous of his attention, decided to reveal the truth to my father on his deathbed, killing him instantly with the shock. "Emilia, look what you've done! You're hysterical!" Cameron shouted, shoving me away from my father's cooling body while comforting the woman who had just murdered him. Hailee had shown my father a video proving we were both framed, just to watch the light leave his eyes. Yet, Cameron stood there protecting her, gaslighting me into believing I was the crazy one. They thought I was still the helpless victim they could manipulate. They thought my father' s death was just another loose end tied up. But as the heart monitor flatlined, my phone buzzed with a message from a ghost of our shared past. "I have enough evidence to bury Cameron Vinson. Do you need help?" I looked at the monsters preening over my father's corpse. I wiped my tears and typed back a single word: "Yes." The time for grief was over. The time for a hostile takeover had begun.

After a tragic mountain accident, search and rescue leader Stella Covington ignores the distress call to celebrate her birthday with her junior, Noah Reid. Her negligence leads to the death of her own parents, whose bodies are left unrecognizable. Mistakenly believing the victims are her husband's parents, Stella coldly requests the corpses for Noah’s forensic training. Her husband, hiding the truth, complies with her request, setting a macabre stage for her to dissect her own family.

After a ten-year wait, Alexander Elrod finally wins the Paris Fashion Award, but instead of proposing to his fiancée, he publicly marries his assistant, Stella Monroe. He claims the marriage is a temporary favor for Stella’s dying mother and promises a future wedding, but his betrayal is final. Refusing to cause a scene, the protagonist applauds their union before walking away. She calls her father to concede a long-standing bet, choosing to leave Alexander behind to take over her massive family empire.

Caitlyn’s wedding turns into a nightmare when her groom, Levi Robbins, abandons her at the altar to care for his friend, Gina. The public humiliation triggers a fatal heart attack in Caitlyn’s mother while guests merely mock her pain. After losing her mother due to the delay, Caitlyn receives a call from Levi demanding her bone marrow for Gina. Rejecting his selfish plea, she ends their relationship forever, choosing to walk away from the toxicity.

The year of the great famine was a time of unrelenting despair. My mother, the light of my life, was on the brink of death. In a moment of sheer desperation, I was approached by Alpha Daniel's mother. She offered me a deal. "Become Luna for ten years, and your mother will be saved," . I agreed, not knowing the true extent of the sacrifice I was about to make. It was only later that I discovered the real reason behind her offer. I was a mere substitute. I resembled Snow, the woman Alpha Daniel had loved with a passion that burned bright and fierce. But Snow had betrayed him, running off with another man and bearing his child. And so, I was brought in, a stand - in,. The day of my wedding was a farce. The grand hall was filled with the laughter and chatter of the pack. From that moment on, our marriage was a living nightmare. Over the next ten years, he took concubine after concubine, filling the castle with the sounds of their laughter and their whispers. And when the day of my child's birth arrived I lay in the birthing chamber, screaming in agony, while Alpha Daniel was in the arms of another woman, lost in a world of pleasure. Despite my best efforts, I could not save my child. And when my contract with Sara finally expired, I did not hesitate. I gathered my mother, who had miraculously survived the famine, and we left that place of pain and suffering behind. It was only later that Alpha Daniel discovered the truth. He learned of Snow's betrayal, of the lies that had been told. But by then, it was too late.

For five years, Olivia lived as the hidden wife of billionaire Silas, only to be betrayed when he risked her life to save his mistress during a kidnapping. After surviving the ordeal, she chooses to leave him and their hollow marriage behind. However, Silas soon realizes his grave mistake and becomes desperate to win her back. As Olivia seeks a fresh start, she must decide if his newfound obsession is enough to mend her shattered heart.

"I don't share my women, Adele. Breeder or not. Go on your knees." He instructed, his hands going to unbuckle his trousers. My heart burned with hatred as I clutched the knife behind me. "Of course, Alpha Loic. I was wondering... If you were to choose between a quick death and a slow one, which would you choose?" I smiled brightly. He was taken aback for a moment. Then his face twisted in anger. "Have you forgotten your place so soon, Omega? Go down on your fucking knees." "Omega? Aww. Adele would be so hurt. Tonight, I'll pronounce your death. The Alpha of the Vanguard pack, killed by fire. Touchè." I snapped my hands, and fire sprang up from all corners, encircling the room, with us in it. "Y-you are not Adele. Who are you?" His eyes widened. ... The Demon Queen, a name that struck terror in the minds of mortals and werewolves alike. Who'd have thought she'd meet her end during one of her adventures at a nightclub? After being struck dead by the Alpha of her most hated race, Ophelie returns in the body of a wolf-less girl with only one mission in mind. To kill her murderer. But sometimes, things never go as planned. When love is thrown in the mix, Ophelie finds herself and her previous plans swaying. Refusing to kill Loic is to lose herself and her powers. What would she choose?

For three years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Alpha Julian Sterling. When I finally got pregnant with his heir, I thought it would warm his cold heart. But the first thing he did when he returned from his trip was hand me a Mate Rejection Agreement. He had brought back his ex-lover, Serena. Julian coldly declared our marriage was just a political chore. To clear the path for her, he fired me from the company I built, watched her mock my late father, and threatened to throw me out as Rogue meat if I didn't submit. The most chilling part was a hidden clause in the divorce papers. It stated that because I was a wolfless Omega, if I were ever pregnant, he would terminate the pup to protect his pure bloodline. I had given him everything, only to be discarded like trash. I touched my flat stomach, terrified and disgusted that the man I loved would gladly kill his own child just to please his new queen. "Prepare the documents to accept the rejection," I told my lawyer calmly. Julian thought he had won, throwing away his useless, barren Omega. He had no idea I was taking his only heir with me, and I would burn his entire empire to the ground before he ever found out.

​ Lucia Mclean did not rise to become the first female Alpha in three decades by believing in fate. She rules the oldest and most feared territory in Varron with blood, fear, and an iron will that has never once wavered. To her pack, she is a goddess. To her enemies, a monster. And to herself, she is untouchable. Until her fated mate turns out to be the one man who could destroy everything she's built. Jacob Hayes is a quiet cook from the Northern Pack-human-hearted, soft-spoken, and completely unprepared to be bound to the most ruthless Alpha in the four territories. Their bond is forbidden, dangerous, and politically explosive. Loving him could cost Lucia her throne. Rejecting him could spark a war. As rebellion stirs and the obsessive Northern Alpha sets his sights on claiming both Lucia's land and her mate, Lucia must choose between the power that made her untouchable and the bond that makes her human. In a world ruled by fear, even fate can become a weapon-and a broken bond can be deadlier than any blade.​

After being murdered by his girlfriend for refusing to help her debt-plagued schoolmate, the protagonist is reborn into the past. In his previous life, his attempt to protect her from dangerous creditors led to her resentment and his eventual death. Now, he chooses a different path. Instead of intervening, he encourages her to assist the schoolmate herself. As she entangles herself with ruthless debt collectors, he watches from the sidelines, finally free from her deadly obsession.

I was staring at a high-resolution photo of my husband burying his face in another woman’s neck when his text came through. "Pizza or Thai?" He wasn't just cheating. The photos showed him playing house with a woman named Serena and a little boy who had his exact nose. He had told me he wasn't ready for children, yet here he was, giving his world to a secret family. When I confronted them at his company gala, Serena didn't apologize. She smirked, ripped the wedding ring off my finger, and shoved me hard. I hit the floor with a sickening crunch. Pain exploded in my stomach. "Help me," I gasped, clutching my belly. "My baby." Michael looked at me. Then he looked at Serena and the boy. He made his choice. He turned his back on his bleeding, pregnant wife and escorted his mistress out the emergency exit to avoid a scandal. He left me there to die. He didn't know that the "son" he was protecting was a rental—a prop Serena hired to trap him. And he didn't know that the baby he left to die on the gallery floor was the only real child he would ever have. I didn't go home to cry. I sent him a receipt for a cremation service for "Baby Boy Hayes," withdrew half our savings, and vanished. He thinks he's free. He has no idea I'm still alive, and I’m taking his real son with me.

When Lesley Hummer feigns infertility, her husband and mother-in-law conspire to force her sister-in-law into a brutal surrogacy. Drugged and violated, the protagonist gives birth to a daughter, only for the family to murder the child and harvest the mother’s organs for cash. But the cycle of cruelty breaks when she suddenly wakes up in the past. Back on the day Lesley first begged for her help, she prepares to turn the tables in this intense action and horror novel.

My husband, a brilliant cardiac surgeon, was supposed to perform my mother's high-risk heart surgery. But just as she was being prepped, he texted me about a "major OR emergency"-a multi-car pileup he couldn't avoid. Minutes later, I saw an Instagram story. It was a picture of his hand holding another woman's, posted by a socialite whose mother was his "pet project." The caption read: "My hero, dropping everything for my mother's health scare." He wasn't saving lives in a catastrophic accident. He was holding hands for a photo op while my mother's life was on the line with a replacement surgeon. He chose them over us. He abandoned my mother's surgery for a "health scare," moved his mistress and her mother into the nursery I had prepared for our future child, and then, in front of a crowd at the hospital, publicly denied ever knowing my mother to protect his new "family." I watched him destroy our lives for their applause, for a lie. He called me dramatic, childish, and cruel for not understanding his "compassion." But what he didn't know was that I had already hired the most ruthless divorce attorney in the city. This wasn't a cry for attention; it was a declaration of war.

In this modern romance, a deep and undeniable connection blossoms between two individuals who find themselves drawn together by fate. As they navigate the complexities of their personal lives and past experiences, they must confront the intensity of their feelings. Their journey is marked by moments of vulnerability and passion, ultimately leading them to realize that they truly belong to one another in a world that often keeps people apart.

In her past life, she destroyed herself seeking the affection of her husband, Chicago Outfit Don Alistair Valachi, who only cared for his late brother's widow, Isabella, and her spoiled niece. After a heartbreaking tragedy claims her son Julian and drives her to suicide, she is reborn with a cold clarity. Instead of begging for Alistair's love, she triggers her father's emergency legal protocol. Demanding a divorce and untraceable new identities, she prepares to vanish with Julian forever.

Ten days before our scheduled wedding, my fiancé, Capo Leo Gallo, came to my family's estate in the pouring rain. He didn't come to comfort me over my parents' recent deaths. He came to tell me that his mistress, Angelica, would remain by his side and hold the real power in our home. I was to be his wife in name only. He wanted to publicly humiliate me and steal my family's Brooklyn docks. In my past life, I didn't realize Leo and his family had actually orchestrated the brutal ambush that left my parents dead in a pool of blood. I endured his insults, only to be locked away in a gilded cage while they used my six-year-old brother, Luca, as a hostage. They drained my mother's trust fund, elevated his mistress to rule my home, and eventually sent my little brother and me to our miserable graves. They thought I was just a powerless orphan they could easily crush. They thought I didn't know the absolute truth behind the massacre that ruined my family and crippled the Don's eldest son, Damien Moretti. Opening my eyes again, I was back in the cold drizzle, listening to his arrogant demands. "As you wish, Leo," I said, burying my burning need for vendetta beneath a mask of hollow defeat. The moment he left to celebrate his victory, I turned to my loyal maid. "Send a message to the Mafia Queen. Tell her I am breaking my engagement to Leo. I wish to marry her crippled son, Damien, instead."

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.