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They say love means never having to say you're sorry. But what if the man who promised to love you points a gun-wielding stranger straight at your heart?

My name is Victoria Kingsley. Three months ago, I was Orange County's perfect housewife. Then my husband chose his pregnant mistress over me at gunpoint. That's when I discovered my marriage was built on my father's suicide, stolen retirement funds, and a criminal conspiracy that made me the perfect scapegoat.

Marcus thought he married a naive housewife. He was wrong.

I spent three years chasing Caden Hartwell.

He's the future Alpha. I'm just the daughter of fallen warriors. He said I was too rough, not elegant enough, could never be Luna. For three years, I changed everything to be worthy of him—wore dresses, learned makeup, cut back on training. But our relationship stayed a secret.

Until that night when I walked into his family's study and saw him with another woman pressed against the desk, his mouth on hers.

I thought my world had ended.

But then his twin brother Cole found me crying at the training grounds. The man who'd been silently protecting me all along. The one who never asked me to change. The one who said, "Your strength makes you perfect."

One night later, everything changed.

Then came our wolf awakening. When the soul-bond pulled at me, I felt it.

The twins. Both my fated mates.

Now Caden stands before me, saying it's the Moon Goddess's will, saying he'll change, saying Autumn doesn't matter anymore. And Cole holds my hand, fear in his eyes, but he says he'll respect whatever I choose.

The mate bond is destiny's gift.

But I have the right to choose my own happiness.

"I, Skye Brennan, reject you..."

Three years of passion between the sheets, three years of sweet promises—all just foreplay to the perfect betrayal.

When Felix publicly declared Scarlett Wilson as his "artistic partner," when he said dating someone "at my level" would be "professional suicide," I finally understood—I was nothing but his stepping stone to the Wilson family fortune, a used rag to be discarded.

Even more pathetic? The bitch who stole my man wasn't satisfied with just that. She had to destroy my art career too. Plagiarism accusations, vicious smears, "accidental" artwork destruction... Scarlett Wilson used her family's power to systematically push me into the abyss, wanting to make sure I'd never hold my head up in the art world again.

Did she think I'd just take it like some pathetic victim?

Wrong.

When I played that recording of her confessing to every single crime under the Whitney Museum's spotlights; when the entire art world watched this "socialite princess" screaming hysterical denials; when Tate Modern personally invited me to exhibit and Gagosian Gallery offered me a $500K guarantee—

That's what total destruction looks like.

But the most satisfying part? Watching Felix's pathetic transformation: from the arrogant gallery owner to a broken man in wrinkled shirts, begging for my forgiveness. When he cried, "I've lost everything, please give me another chance," all I wanted to tell him was—

Fuck off. You're not worth it.

I thought I knew what betrayal felt like—until I caught my fiancé Edmund tongue-deep with his "innocent little sister" Cordelia, whispering that marrying me was just "perfect cover" for their sick, twisted affair.

The engagement ring that never quite fit? Now I know why—it was never meant for my finger.

But here's the thing about sweet, fragile Cordelia: she's been living a lie for fifteen years. Because the real Violet—Edmund's actual sister—has been rotting in her grave since Cordelia shoved her down those stairs and stole her entire fucking life.

Too bad for them, I've always been good at keeping secrets.

And even better at revenge.

Five years ago, I walked away pregnant and heartbroken.
He chose someone else.
He let me go without looking back.

Now I’ve returned—with a son who carries his blood
and a strength I never knew I had.

He kneels, begging for forgiveness.

I died in his fire.

Lucian Cross made me Ghost—the deadliest assassin in New York's underworld. Thirty-seven kills. Ten years of loyalty. Then he locked the cuffs himself and told me I was too soft to live.

But death gave me a second chance.

When I open my eyes again, I'm back in that warehouse. This time, I'm not crying. This time, I'm escaping. And this time, I'm taking everything he built and burning it down.

There's just one problem: Kael Vaughn, Lucian's sworn enemy, pulled me from the rubble. Now I'm hiding my identity while falling for the one man who'd kill me if he knew the truth.

Except when my secret comes out, Kael doesn't pull the trigger. He hands me a gun instead.

"I don't care who you were. I care who you choose to be now."

But Lucian never lets go of what's his.

I am Isabella, the FBI's most distinguished undercover agent.
He is Vincent Salvatore, the most perilous crime lord in Chicago.

Mission: Infiltrate his ranks, gather evidence, and dismantle his empire.
Outcome: I became pregnant with his child.

An explosion stripped him of his memories,
and I fled with his seed.

But who could have anticipated—
that the amnesiac Vincent would fall maddeningly in love with the "stranger" that I am?

"Woman, your eyes drive me insane," he declared, gripping my waist, his gaze both perilous and passionate. "Come home with me."

Don Loves His "Male" Right-Hand
To survive, I disguised myself as a man and infiltrated the most dangerous mafia organization. Three years of bloody warfare, and I became cold-blooded boss Dante's deadliest weapon—never expected that in this deadly game, I'd accidentally conquer this devil's heart.

When my disguise was crumbling, I made the craziest choice—fake my death and vanish, completely escaping Dante's control.

Three years later, just when I thought I was finally free, fate dealt me the cruelest blow—

"I told you, if you ever dare show up in front of me again..." Dante breathed against my ear, "I'll fucking screw you to death."

I found myself trapped in his private castle with nowhere to run.

Every single day for these three years, he's been hunting down this damn liar like a madman.

This time, he won't let her get away.

I thought I had married the love of my life, until I discovered he planned to use my womb as a sacrifice for his mistress.

For five years, I gave Dax everything—my brilliance, my body, my soul. I believed we were building a future together, trying for the baby that would complete our Silicon Valley fairy tale.

Then I overheard the conspiracy that shattered my world: defective embryos implanted in my body, followed by a hysterectomy disguised as "medical complications." All to clear the path for Ada and their "perfect heir."

In that moment, I realized I had never been his wife—I was just a disposable vessel.

But they made one fatal mistake: they underestimated the fury of a betrayed woman with an MIT degree and nothing left to lose.

Love had made me blind, but betrayal made me brilliant.

"Not pregnant again?"
Those three words have become more familiar than "I love you" in my marriage. For two years, I've dreaded the monthly ritual—the single line on the test, Damon's disappointed sigh, his mechanical "We'll try again."
Until yesterday.
"Congratulations, you're four weeks along," the doctor beamed, sliding the report across her desk.
I gripped that paper like a lifeline, tears streaming down my face as I touched my still-flat belly. Finally, he'll look at me the way he used to.
But some victories come with a price I never saw coming...

Selene thought she'd found true love with Alexander Morrison. She was WRONG—she was just a stand-in for Jessa, the woman he really wanted.

When Alexander and his twin brother Adrian's yacht exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, Alexander came home with Adrian's ashes, claiming to BE Adrian. His goal? To steal Adrian's wife Jessa—the woman he'd always loved.

Selene knew instantly he was lying, but when she told everyone, no one believed her. Alexander called her "crazy from trauma" and locked her away in a mental facility. She was PREGNANT.

They drugged her daily. After she gave birth, Alexander told her the baby died. She broke completely.

Three years later, dying in that white hell, Selene heard Alexander's final confession:

"I always loved Jessa. Adrian just got to her first. YOU? You were just her replacement."

"The kid's alive. I gave him to Jessa. He calls her Mom now."

Selene died full of rage—then woke up reborn, back to the moment Alexander walked in with that urn.

This time, she'd expose his lies and make him PAY.

It's raining. I can hear the droplets falling on the glass on the ceiling. But no smell of outside world. I don't even remember how it feels to be outside. Free and breathing in fresh air since he got me here. I clutched onto Ryan's little hands when I heard the beep of the door lock.
He is here .. His heavy footsteps echoed in the silent basement. I left Ryan sleeping in the room and stood in front of him. His eyes filled with lust bore into mine..


She was kidnapped, taken away from the world by a lonely crazy guy. She was his captive and had no reason to live other than her son. Will she escape or grow old or worse he kills her finding someone new??
Inspired from " Real events and news I saw in tv about a girl...

After a devastating car accident, Blair White lost her sight and everything she held dear, plunging her world into darkness.

On a snowy winter's night, with her gravely ill mother, she found herself thrown out onto the streets. In that moment of utter desperation, Harrison Ward extended his hand in apparent salvation.

She trusted him completely, marrying him without hesitation. For three years she lived within his web of lies, only to discover he hadn't led her to salvation or even purgatory - but straight into hell itself.

When Blair finally awakened to the truth and filed for divorce, Harrison merely smirked as he signed the papers, declaring with absolute certainty: "You'll come crawling back to me."

In Harrison's mind, Blair was nothing but a weak, blind woman - someone anyone could step on. Without him, she couldn't possibly survive.

He watched coldly as others tormented her, staying silent as she suffered, pushing her further and further toward the edge of despair.

One year later, at a high society gala, he stared at the stunning woman commanding everyone's attention. His eyes welled with tears as he desperately pulled her into his arms, his voice breaking with barely contained emotion: "Blair... you're alive?"

Blair gazed at the haggard, desperate man before her, her eyes filled with nothing but detachment: "Mr. Ward, please control yourself. My husband might get the wrong idea!"

The adaptation maintains the emotional core while adjusting the language and cultural context to feel natural in American English, keeping the themes of betrayal, redemption, and transformation that drive the narrative.