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I woke up in the middle of the night to my mark burning.

Through our bond, I could feel Xavier marking another woman.

Ten years of marriage and a seven-year-old son, all turned to ash at midnight when the blood moon rose.

When he brought Aurora home, I asked him, "What did you do?"

He said, "I couldn't stop it. She was my fated mate."

I was heartbroken, but then I found out something that made me decide to fight back.

I supported my "broke boyfriend" for five years, only to discover he's actually a Wall Street billionaire!

That day at the elite club, I overheard him talking with his friends:

"How long have you been playing poor?"

"Almost five years. Time to wrap it up."

"That girl still funding you?"

"Just bought me pants yesterday. Levi's—she saved for a whole month."

Then they all burst out laughing!

For five years I sent him over $30,000, thinking I was helping my hardworking boyfriend. Turns out I was just his "sociology research subject"! Even worse—this bastard has a rich heiress fiancée!

When he begged for forgiveness on his knees, I only had one thing to say:

"Game over. Get the fuck out."

I am Seraphina Cross, a professional heartbreaker who specializes in destroying arrogant, self-important men.

My target was tennis prodigy Phoenix Ashford, but after one wild night, I discovered I'd slept with the wrong man—his twin brother Caspian, heir to a business empire.

One mistake. One bloody game unleashed.

I drove Caspian to obsession, made Phoenix willing to die for me. When both brothers believed they'd won my heart, I bared my fangs.

"I'm sorry, Caspian... I choose Phoenix."

One sentence shattered a brotherhood forged in blood.

Fists flew. Betrayal cut deep. Hatred consumed them—two brothers at war over a woman who never loved either of them.

And the game has only just begun.

I thought I was saving a homeless man. I had no idea I was falling in love with Wall Street's most dangerous player.

When I found Ryan digging through garbage, he couldn't use my washing machine or figure out the coffee maker—a perfect man who needed my care. But why did he speak French like a native? Why did expensive watches keep "accidentally" appearing in his belongings?

When my family business suddenly faced bankruptcy, he always showed up at the perfect moment with mysterious funds and flawless solutions. I started to suspect something, but it was too late—I was already deeply in love with this enigmatic man.

Until that night at New York's most luxurious engagement party, when the spotlight hit the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the second son of the Montgomery family—Ryan Montgomery!"

I stared at the stranger in a tuxedo on stage, that face I'd kissed countless times. He was the brother of Matthew Montgomery—the man I was supposed to marry!

Was it all calculated? Was my kindness just a pawn in their brothers' power game?

I used to create perfect weddings for other people, always dreaming that someday I'd plan my own. As Toronto's most sought-after wedding planner, I had it all mapped out—the venue, the flowers, the dress I'd been saving for since I was twenty-five.
Then I came home early from a client meeting and found my fiancé Philippe in our bed with his paralegal. The fight that followed was ugly—screaming, accusations, him telling me I was "obsessed with babies" and "suffocating." When I threw his ring at him and told him to get out, I didn't know the stress had triggered something devastating.
The miscarriage happened that night. The complications were worse—internal bleeding, emergency surgery, a doctor gently explaining that my chances of ever conceiving again were less than two percent. Philippe filed for divorce while I was still in the hospital.
I took the settlement money and bought a small diner in rural Quebec, telling myself I was starting fresh. For five years, I focused on work and avoided anything that reminded me of the family I'd never have. No dating, no relationships, no hope of ever holding my own child.
Until a hungry twelve-year-old boy appeared outside my diner in the snow, counting coins in his palm.

"Ivory's six months pregnant. She needs to get back more than you do."

When my husband Donovan said those words at a South African mining disaster site, I knew my marriage was over. Two helicopter seats, three British nationals. He chose to save his mistress instead of his pregnant wife.

"I'm pregnant too," I told him, my voice shaking.

"I know," he replied without emotion. "You're only three months along. You'll manage."

He knew. He knew I was carrying his child, and he was still choosing her over me. Over us.

"You'll manage. You're stronger than anyone," he told me as he left me in a war zone, helping his precious Ivory onto the helicopter like she might break.

Three months pregnant and abandoned, the stress nearly killed me. I had no choice but to terminate the pregnancy – the last tie connecting me to the man who betrayed me.

But I discovered something deeper than just adultery. Something that would destroy them both.

He’s a successful author but the heroine of his love story wants nothing to do with him.   After clashing on national television, Tanner can’t get the beautiful Kylie Mitchel out of his mind.She’s a spit-fire with long legs, glossy dark skin and spikes aiming in all directions.Even if it seems impossible, he’s determined to have her.Soon, Kylie’s barbed quips soften into smiles whenever he comes around. But reaching past her defenses to the brokenness beneath might mean facing a secret from his own past.Can Tanner succeed in winning the bristly Kylie’s heart? And will pulling the thread of his past unravel all his success in the present? Love and family drama collide in this clean BWWM romance. *Please Note: A REASON TO FALL was previously publishedas‘CALL ME LOST’.

Four months pregnant, an empty wedding ceremony, a fatal car crash—my unborn child and I both perished in the Pacific on that foggy night.

When I opened my eyes, I was reborn.

I followed him to a late-night coffee shop, watching through the car window as he held a blonde woman tightly in his arms, her lips brushing against his cheek as she stood on tiptoes. My heart shattered for the second time.

But then, the truth began to unravel layer by layer. The woman I thought was his mistress, those embraces I believed were betrayals, those late-night disappearances I assumed were lies... every piece of the puzzle pointed to a truth I could never have imagined.

By the time I finally understood everything, it was too late. I knelt beside his lifeless body...

I'm Veda, a designer getting crushed by my asshole boss Austin. Until I bought a mysterious vintage teddy bear at an antique market—and everything changed.

When I accidentally touched the bear, Austin lost it in front of our biggest client, blushing like a virgin! That's when I discovered this freaky telepathic connection—every touch I made, that cold bastard could feel it too.

The power dynamic flipped instantly.

I started my revenge on the man who'd humiliated me for months. Watching him tremble under my control was pure satisfaction.

But when Austin discovered the truth and cornered me in the conference room, his words shattered me completely:

"Every time you touched that bear, I got hard as hell. Now it's my turn for payback."

At 2:17 AM, six weeks postpartum, new mom Harper thought she was just responding to her baby's crying. Instead, she discovered her husband Kieran and their live-in nanny Anya in the most intimate embrace—right beside her daughter's crib.
In her most vulnerable moment, in what should have been the safest space in her home, the two people she trusted most were betraying everything sacred about motherhood and marriage. Worse yet, they thought she was just another "baby-brained" mom who would never catch on.

They seriously underestimated what a mother is capable of.

When Harper finds that mysterious $300 Victoria's Secret charge on their shared account, when she discovers Kieran's handwritten love notes hidden in Anya's room, when she overhears them mocking her "annoying" middle-of-the-night feedings—she realizes it's time to show them what a real "burning sensation" feels like.

So the next time they tried to sneak around, Harper secretly swapped out their lube for her own special blend.

If you want to play with fire, let me show you what burning really feels like.

"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editing room:
01:47:23—Dull impact.
01:47:31—Familiar whimper.
01:47:35—Silence.
My perfect pitch never lies. That wasn't CGI—that was real impact. Worse, I knew that whimper. That was Stella, my guide dog, my eyes, my most loyal companion.
They killed her. For a goddamn trophy.
On premiere night, when Damon walked the red carpet with a strange German Shepherd, when I touched her paw and found no white star-shaped mark—
"This is not my dog!"
I broke down in front of hundreds of reporters.
"Honey, you're under too much stress," Damon said gently. "Maybe you need rest."
Whispers from the audience: "Poor blind girl..." "She really needs help..."
Just like that, I became the crazy one.
Abandoned by the world.
Betrayed by the man I loved most.
But they made one fatal mistake—they thought stealing my eyes would silence me.
Now it's time to let them hear what despair sounds like...
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He's a handsome restaurant owner who doesn’t care about her past… because she hasn’t told him everything.When church secretary Rochelle Johnson stumbles into an entanglement with her pastor, life becomes a maze of scandals and secrets.Conflicted and trying to run from her past, she’s not at all ready for a new relationship.Until she meets a man who’s perfect for her.Handsome, suave, and wealthy, Sam Richards clashes with her at first. But soon, he falls hard for her and makes it impossible to resist him.Just as Rochelle believes she’s found redemption, her sins rise from the dark and wreak havoc in her life.Will Sam stick around when he discovers the truth about what she’s done? Or will past mistakes destroy her one chance at true love?Love and secrets collide in this clean BWWM romance. *Please Note: A REASON TO HEAL was previously publishedas‘CALL ME TORN’.

On my wedding night, my husband Tyler pushed me onto the poker table as his final bet.

"She's just a retard anyway—perfect for getting rid of a problem," he sneered.

That moment, I thought my life was completely over.

Until the man in the delivery uniform won me, gently called me "princess," and filled his tiny apartment with pink dresses just for me.

I thought I'd found a kind, poor guy.

I thought this was the only warmth in my pathetic life.

Until that day at the TED conference, when five hundred million viewers watched him walk onto the stage, and the big screen displayed "Phantom AI Founder, Net Worth: $52 Billion"...

Tyler was on his knees, sobbing: "Please spare our family..."

And my "delivery boy" stroked my hair, saying: "Emma, I built this empire to be worthy of you someday."

What if your greatest sacrifice became your deepest regret?

Sarah Miller believed love meant unconditional support—abandoning her nursing degree, working double shifts, and funding her husband's coding dreams. When Jake's app hit one million downloads, she thought they'd finally taste success.

But success brought shame, not gratitude. Jake demanded a "low-key marriage," listed himself as "Single" on LinkedIn, and denied his family on national TV. Sarah wasn't a wife anymore; she was a stain on his success.

When their daughter Emma was dismissed as "the help's kid," Sarah understood a brutal truth: gaining everything means losing yourself, while losing it all can make you whole.

"They taught me that love was supposed to be unconditional. That mothers always forgive. That family comes first, no matter what.

They were wrong.

I was Emily Thompson—veterinarian, wife, mother. I gave up my career to support my husband's failing farm. I spent eight years nursing my asthmatic son, building a life around their needs, sacrificing my dreams for their comfort.

Then they chose a stranger over me.

When a beautiful liar claiming cancer came into our home, my husband believed her over his wife of eight years. My eight-year-old son wished she was his real mother. They traded me for a fraud, and expected me to quietly disappear.

Instead, I chose myself.

Some women forgive. Some women fight for their families. Some women break down and beg for a second chance.

I became the woman who builds an empire from the ashes of betrayal.

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.

Rule number 1 for the music school landlord? Don’t date the back-room tenant.Duke's a grumpy recluse struggling to care for his fragile sister, but when he meets Careena he's instantly drawn to her.She’s bright smiles, warm laughter, and completely off-limits.A stickler for the rules, he struggles to keep his distance… until a trauma from his sister’s past resurfaces and puts both Careena and his sister in danger. Now, Duke has no choice but to get closer to the woman who makes his heart race.Can he stop himself from falling for Careena? And will he be able to protect her and his sister when trouble finds them both? Love and family drama collide in this clean BWWM romance. *Please Note: A REASON TO GROW was previously publishedas‘CALL ME BROKEN’.

I always thought love should be sunshine and rainbows, until I fell for a man who spent his days with the dead.

The moment I pushed open that heavy iron door and found myself standing in a showroom full of coffins, I knew my world had been turned completely upside down. Gabriel Stone—the party planner I thought I'd been emailing—turned out to be this small town's most mysterious funeral director.

His hands always carried the scent of flowers, yet his eyes held the gentlest light I'd ever seen. He taught me that death could be elegant, that fear could transform into courage.

But when the town gossips told me he visited his dead wife's grave every Wednesday, my heart shattered. How could I compete with a perfect memory? How could I make a man still living in the past fall in love with me?

So I ran. I ran into another man's arms, toward what I thought was safety.

Until Gabriel revealed a truth that left me reeling—Elena had never died. She had simply left him...