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Her wedding day was meant to be the start of forever. Instead, it became the day her world collapsed.

Left at the altar by Advait, the man she trusted, Samaira was humiliated and heartbroken. Forced to rebuild her life, she finally starts to move on—until her family pushes her into another marriage with Aarav, a powerful businessman. She agrees, believing it will restore their honor.

But fate has other plans.

Advait returns—not to apologize, but to claim her. This time, he doesn’t leave her at the altar—he drags her to it.

Why now? Why after abandoning her, does he force her into his world? What does he want?

No longer the naïve woman who once adored him, Samaira fights back. She runs. She hides. But Advait’s power is all-consuming. He won’t let her go. Not this time.

As the battle for control intensifies, Samaira must face the truth: Will she break free, or will she be trapped in his ruthless grip forever?

Obsession. Betrayal. A war of power and love. Neither will surrender.

Click to enter this emotional rollercoaster, where control is everything—and love means nothing.

In a moment if happiness that she had finally found love, Valerie is faced with all the deceit that her partner and boss have been making her life and she is very angry so much that she wants to end everything but will Kayden leave her to go?
What is that secret that she has found out and can't bear to live with it?

Hypothetically speaking, can an Army Ranger war games strategist and an environmental scientist bent on saving the planet fall in love at first sight? Romey Capulano knows that marrying Jordan Spinelli is the most logical, expedient, and practical way to save the farm commune she’s lived on her whole life. But when the pragmatic-minded, hydroponic gardener says I do, she’s surprised to find her heart speeding up when he makes his vows, her hands tingling when he slides the diamond on her finger, and her breath quickening as he leans in for the kiss. Succumbing to the notion of love was not a part of her plan, and she’s sure it will ruin the platonic relationship that she and the genius Army Ranger have planned out for themselves. Jordan Spinelli is certain he’s coming down with something the day of his arranged marriage to Romey. Why else would his blood run hot, his palms sweat, and his heart keep skipping beats? Better he catch an illness than feelings for the level-headed soil scientist. Because falling in love was not a part of their carefully constructed, peer-researched marital agreement. As the two try to navigate a loveless marriage, unknown forces keep pushing them into each other's arms. Divine acts keep pushing their lips within kissing range. Unspoken desires keep causing their hearts to face the inexplicable truth; the unquantifiable math that all adds up to the obvious. But will Jordan and Romey be able to admit to themselves, and each other, that their platonic vows are a shame because they just might have fallen in love at first sight?

Sophie Ashford's perfect life shattered at her husband Ethan’s 35th birthday party. In front of everyone, he announced their divorce, accused her of being the reason for their childlessness, and revealed his engagement to her best friend, Veronica who is already pregnant for him. Humiliated and heartbroken, Sophie fled, vowing never to look back.

A chance encounter with Lucas Ashford, a mysterious stranger at a bar who she didn't know his name at that time, led to a one-night escape that changed everything. Weeks later, Sophie discovered she is pregnant, giving her the strength to rebuild her life at least for the sake of her child.

Four years later, Sophie had finally found peace until Ethan reappeared, claiming her son was his and begging for forgiveness. But Ethan wasn’t the only one determined to claim Sophie’s heart. Lucas, the man from the one-night stand, returned and learned the truth, that the child was his. To complicate matters further, Lucas turned out to be Ethan’s estranged cousin.

As Sophie became caught in a fierce love triangle with two brothers, Will Sophie forgive Ethan’s betrayal for her sake? Can Lucas prove his love is genuine? Or will Sophie choose herself and carve out a new path free of these men?

Valentina

I traded my freedom to the most ruthless Mafia leader-the Don of the Benedict family-to save my father's business. The wedding was quiet, almost too quiet, but my gaze was locked on the tall, tattooed man standing just a few feet away. His dark eyes and sharp suit ignited a heat in me I couldn't ignore. I should be thinking of everything I'm losing. But instead, I'm consumed by thoughts of what his touch will feel like, the forbidden thrill of him-my soon-to-be stepson.

Lucian

I've known enough good girls to know I shouldn't go near them. They're fragile, breakable, and they don't know the kind of darkness that lives in men like me. But Valentina... she's different. She's got this innocence that makes me want to ruin her, mark her, make sure she never looks at another man again. She might be my father's bride, but that doesn't mean she's safe. Not from me. Not from the monster I crave to unleash, the darkness that craves to devour her innocence whole.

I stared at his huge dick bulge from his sweat pants... Intriguing my bad flesh.

"We are siblings now... Calm down." I said to him as he grabs my waist.

His palm slowly gliding down my silk night wear as his perfect lips reached next to mine, with his eyes digging into my soul.

"I might be regarded as your big brother, but we both know that we aren't blood related Elsa... Now suck me like a bad bitch!" He commands grabbing my ass in return before slowly releasing it, as I took my position sucking on him while he moans.

"Good! No one is around, so spread those legs!" He roars at me.

^^

Now, Elsa is a royal werewolf who is told by a powerful elderly witch that she is destined to be mated to a Moon God on the day she unlocks her magic, and must kill him, otherwise, she will be used as a sacrifice to create new werewolf hybrids... But she is totally unaware of who this match is.

Not until she meets her dream incubus... Damon... A twenty one years old unknown son of the moon goddess, who gets adopted into the alpha's home and is regarded as Elsa's elder brother.

But Damon and Elsa are so connected that they can't help staying away from each other... Not until it gets so much... that it is either true, that she's his mate.

Meaning... Damon is the Moon God.

The same one she loves so much.

And the same one she must kill.

But what if... She finds a way out of it?

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

You belong to me from the moment you walk in... until I say you can leave.”

When struggling 22-year-old Noah Hart lands a job as the personal assistant to cold, ruthless billionaire Elias Voss, he thinks it’s just another paycheck. But Elias isn’t just demanding—he’s a man who doesn’t believe in love, doesn’t tolerate mistakes, and doesn’t mix business with pleasure.

At least, not until Noah walks into his office.

As the days blur into nights and the lines between personal and professional disappear, Noah finds himself caught in Elias’s dangerous world—where power is a game, and attraction is lethal.

But Noah has secrets too. And the deeper he falls, the harder it will be to escape.

Can a cold CEO learn to love—or will he destroy the only man who ever saw through his mask?

Forty-two and still hasn't found his fated mate, Alpha Brentwood is tired of waiting for the moon goddess to give him his luna.
He leaves his pack to find himself his own mate; unexpectedly, he meets his true mate.
Alpha Brentwood soon discovers the reason it took him twenty-four years to find his fated mate.
Why?
Read to find out.

Emily Carter thought she could leave her past behind when she finally ended her secret affair with Alexander Hayes, the powerful and ruthless CEO who dominated her life for five years. Determined to start over, Emily rebuilds herself, finds new love, and, for the first time, feels she has control over her own life.But Alexander Hayes is not a man who accepts defeat. Consumed by obsession and regret, he returns, determined to win Emily back, even if it means breaking all the rules. To him, Emily is not just a memory of the past but an essential part of his present—and he will do whatever it takes to keep her in his life, no matter the cost.Caught between overwhelming desire and the shadows of the past, Emily and Alexander find themselves in a battle of wills and emotions that will test their limits. Can she resist the man who marked her so deeply, or will she be drawn back into the seductive and dangerous world of the CEO who never stopped loving her?

Clara Sebastian, a stunning omega, never could have predicted the immense upheaval her life would undergo after a group of Rogues mistakenly identified her as someone else. It was undeniable that she bore an uncanny resemblance to Savannah Ferocity, the daughter of the powerful Lycan king.

This twist of fate led her to cross paths with Henrick Silvestre, the Alpha of the formidable Bloody Dark Pack. Henrick was notorious for his womanizing ways, his arrogance, and his cold-hearted demeanor. He had been scorned and humiliated by Savannah herself, leaving him bitter and resentful.

Clara's mission, against all odds, was to win over Henrick's heart and soften his hardened soul. But how could she possibly achieve such a feat when he despised her with every fiber of his being? Would she endure the pain he inflicted upon her in the hopes of breaking through his defenses?

As time went on, Clara discovered that she was destined to be Henrick's mate. However, as the truth about their intertwined past gradually came to light, she faced a difficult decision. Would she still choose to be his mate, knowing the secrets that lay buried in their history? Or would she become his second mate, rejecting him just as he had been rejected before?

Air Force Pilot Charlie Matthews has flown to the farthest reaches of the world, but he can never seem to reconnect with his first, and only love. Will their latest reunion finally land them on a path to forever?   After years of service in the Air Force, Charlie Matthews is finally hanging up his wings and coming home for good to the Flying Cross Ranch to help his ailing father. And after nearly a decade of short layovers and missed connections, Charlie is finally swooping back to sweep the love of his life off her feet. Unfortunately, he discovers the woman who makes his heart soar is about to depart on a one way ticket out of town.   Growing up in the foster care system, Savy James has always wanted her very own forever home. Now a foster mother herself, she’s devastated when the government declares her land protected for wild horses, meaning she and her ragtag bunch of foster kids will once again be uprooted, this time to the other side of the state. Being separated once again from Charlie is too much to bear, but he can’t leave his sick father and she’d never ask him to.   Determined to make this work, Charlie offers up his ranch to Savy and the kids. But the children aren’t used to his tough love. After Savy’s free-spirited ways, Charlie’s military style of discipline does not endear him to them. And when one of the kids makes a dangerous choice that leads a social worker to question their fitness as parents, Savy’s big, happy family is in jeopardy once again. Can a true love that's stood the test of time and space weather the storm of rebel youth?    Find out in His Vow to Love, the first in a series of heartwarming stories that prove that falling in love is an act of heroism, but finding family is life's most extraordinary achievement.

Dante is a man of power, wealth, and secrets darker than the night. A ruthless vampire billionaire with a past drenched in blood, he rules his empire with an iron grip—untouchable, unstoppable… until her.
Ava never expected her life to change with a single job interview. Walking into Blackthorne Enterprises, she thought she was applying to be an assistant, not signing herself away to a man who devours control like oxygen.

Dante is cold, calculated, and dangerously seductive. His touch is forbidden, his world deadly. Yet when he looks at her, there’s something lurking beneath his perfect control—hunger. Need. Possession.
She should run. But the moment he claims her, she knows escape is impossible.
Now, she’s trapped in a world of wealth and obsession, temptation and sin. A world where pleasure and pain blend seamlessly, and love comes with a deadly price.

Because Dante is no ordinary man. He’s a monster in a tailored suit.
And Ava? She’s the one thing he can never let go.
But when desire turns into something deeper, something primal, one question remains—will she survive his darkness, or will she drown in it? (R18+)

Elena’s perfect life shatters when she discovers her fiancé, Marcus, betraying her with her best friend. Heartbroken and desperate, she drowns her sorrows in a reckless night that leads her straight into the arms of Dante Moretti—a ruthless mafia boss with his own dark agenda. When Dante crashes her wedding and forces her into an unexpected marriage, Elena finds herself trapped in a dangerous game of power, secrets, and undeniable attraction.

As she fights to reclaim control of her life, she soon realizes that some choices come with consequences far darker than she ever imagined.

In a game where trust is a luxury and betrayal lurks in the shadows, will Elena escape the web of lies… or lose herself completely?

My life took a turn for the worse when I married an arrogant billionaire who made me pregnant. Little did I know that this was just the beginning of my misery. However, a sudden and unexpected tragedy completely transformed my life, igniting a burning rage and deep contempt for him.

Believed to be dead by everyone, I have spent the past four years plotting my revenge. Returning now, my sole purpose is to make my billionaire ex-husband pay for what he did. With my own wealth, I will inflict torment upon his already debt-ridden existence.

The man I despise the most, Mr. Diego Alfonzo, is the target of my vengeance. I have vowed to myself that I will seek retribution against him.

My crave for revenge is insatiable; I yearn to witness his suffering.

"Oh God... right there... harder!" I cry out. Noah's tongue travels across my chest before he suddenly bites down cruelly.

"Ah, gentler..." I wince in pain.

"Shut up, you're too loud," he roughly covers my mouth, thrusting hard and burying himself deep inside me.

"Ah!" My scream is muffled by his palm, yet my legs instinctively wrap tighter around his waist.

"This is how you like it, isn't it?" he whispers mockingly in my ear. "Being roughly taken by me."

After three years of marriage, pregnant Emilia receives not her husband's care but divorce papers. "I don't need children," financial tycoon Noah Blake coldly declares before walking away.

Six years later, she returns with brilliantly gifted children. The once-fragile woman has transformed into a medical legend, with an even more shocking revelation—a prestigious family background hidden behind her.

Meanwhile, the once-invincible Noah faces his own crisis: a mysterious poisoning causing his vision to steadily deteriorate, while betrayal from his closest confidants leaves his business empire teetering on the brink of collapse. When Emilia becomes pursued by the city's most eligible bachelor, an unhinged Noah corners her, his eyes burning with regret and possession: "Emilia, you can only be the mother of MY child!"

Rejected by her mate on their twentieth birthday and also being killed by him. That same night, Cleo experienced her wolf, but what she became, even she didn't understand. The next day, she woke up and realized that her mate had completed the bond ritual while she was unconscious, and in that moment she realized that revenge tasted better than him, a revenge that her wolf was more than willing to aid her in.

"Cole is now Neuri's new mate, and that is final!" I suddenly roar from the pit of my gut, growling out my fury in a primal voice unlike any I had ever used before only seeing red. "No wolf is worthy of Neuri, nor anyone else who claims her as their mate is... There is only one man whom she wants, only one man who matters, and that man is him!" 

"What kind of sick joke is this?" Alexander spat, stepping forward.

I turned to face him as my nostril flared, my breathing ragged, and my ears pricked for the slightest movement of his steps towards me.

"You... oh, you..." I whispered, moving my head slightly from left to right as I sized him with my eyes.

"You are my mate, and you will stop this nonsense once and for all." He screamed in my mind.

His voice was carried with force, but beneath it, I tasted fear, and my lips curled upward as I laughed, raising my chin, "Make me."

She needed a place to stay. He needed to save his ranch. Together they just might make a home. Sgt. Dylan Banks lost more than just his leg in the war. His fiancée and family turned their backs on him as well. Now, he’s determined to create a safe place where wounded warriors like himself can heal. But a hidden zoning law requires all residents of the Purple Heart Ranch to be married. To save his dream, Dylan and his men will have to tie the knot—but can a man with such deep scars inside and out believe in love again?   Maggie Shaw lost both her job as a veterinary technician and her apartment on the same day. Who knew her unreasonable landlord would kick her out for being four dogs over the one pet limit? Now, she and her gang of special-needs dogs are in trouble. Then fate puts her in Dylan’s path with a proposal that seems too good to be true—but can her heart bear a loveless marriage of convenience?   Dylan yearns to reach out for Maggie’s healing touch, but he keeps his distance, convinced his wounds are too deep for her embrace. Maggie sees past Dylan’s injuries, but if she fails to capture his heart they both could lose it all: her beloved animals, his ranch, and each other.   Find out if love can truly heal all wounds in this light-hearted, sweet romance of convenient arrangements that unfold into lasting love. On His Bended Knee is the first in a series of marriage of convenience tales featuring Wounded Warriors who are healed with the power of love.

Tessa was the fallen Alpha heiress, deaf but still bound to protect her late father’s legacy. Evander was the rising young Alpha, the perfect presidential candidate.
A marriage contract tied them together, but with one condition: once Evander found his true fated mate, their contracted marriage would be over.
Five years later, when Evander finally promised that he would attend the last mating ceremony and give up finding his fated mate, Tessa got pregnant. Tessa believed it’s all meant to be, but Evander returned with another woman, claiming that she was his fated mate...
Now Tessa must decide: reveal her pregnancy and risk losing everything, or walk away to protect the future growing inside her.

They called him an educational genius, and me his masterpiece. They never knew that behind every award-winning painting I created lay a trail of sewing needles, rope burns, and starvation. They expected me to step up to the microphone and thank my father for his "nurturing." So I did exactly that. I walked into the spotlight—and then, slowly, I unzipped my high-necked gown, turning my scar-riddled body toward the national television cameras.
"My dear father," I said, a faint smile on my lips, "is this the perfect masterpiece you always wanted?"

The two loves of my life—one died because of him, the other wishes me dead. My seven-year-old daughter only wanted to make a lamp for her "afraid-of-the-dark" daddy, but died from electrocution instead. She'll never know that her father was using this very opportunity to plan a new life with his mistress. When I held my terminal diagnosis in my hands, I cried silently. Look, Patty—Mommy will be coming to join you soon. And your daddy? He'll finally be free from us two "burdens" forever.

My fiancé dumped me on his best friend like I was a piece of unwanted inventory.
"Her brain's broken. She doesn't remember you. You take care of her." — The most ironic line I've ever heard, right before I blacked out.
So, I, the infamous "Steel Rose" of the boxing world, decided to play along. I moved into his friend Jordan's—the billionaire's—penthouse and started acting like a scared little bunny who's even terrified of the coffee machine.
But this act… is spiraling out of control.
The way Jordan looks at me is unbearably tender, while the way my ex looks at him is burning with jealousy. My amnesia is fake, but Jordan's feelings… seem terrifyingly real.
Now, my "best friend" is hanging on my ex's arm, waiting to see me fall. What they don't know is: my fists are hard, but my acting skills are even harder.
But the biggest problem is—when Jordan's lips meet mine, I can't tell if this is just part of my revenge plan… or if I'm the one falling for the act.

When Evie was dying and needed $120,000 for treatment, I thought I was out of options.
Until Dr. Martinez offered me a "solution"—a temporary pairing contract with the Blackthorne family heir. Three days, $150,000, enough to save Evie's life with money to spare.
Caspian Blackthorne is the most powerful Alpha in the city, with wealth and influence beyond measure, while I'm just a single Omega mother running a failing diner on the edge of werewolf territory. We should exist in completely different worlds.
I prepared myself for everything, ready to fulfill every clause in that contract.
But what I didn't expect was this—when the heat accelerator kicked in, this untouchable Alpha actually refused. He'd rather sleep on the floor than lay a finger on me.
"When this is all over, I want to know that if you ever choose me, it's because you want to, not because you have to."
Wait... choose him?
What the hell is this man thinking? And when he starts showing up at my diner every day, helping Felix with math homework, listening to Ruby's school stories, taking care of sick Evie...
I realize I'm facing something far more dangerous than a $120,000 medical bill.

Three years. I thought that would be enough.

Enough to forget the man who never said he loved me. Enough to rebuild my life in this quiet coastal town. Enough to protect my secret, my daughter Rosie.

But when Adrian Smith appeared at the town's flower market, looking at me with those same gray-blue eyes Rosie inherited, I knew it was over.

I thought I was proving my love when my husband claimed his billionaire family required a "loyalty test"—watching him fake an affair with his pregnant ex-girlfriend for a year. I endured public humiliation, served wine to his mistress at charity galas, and even terminated my own pregnancy because he said it would "complicate the test."
But when I discovered the truth, everything changed. There was no loyalty test. There never had been. The fifteen billion dollar inheritance was already his. The whole charade was just his elaborate plan to gaslight me into disappearing quietly so he could start fresh with Victoria and their baby.
Too bad for him, I graduated summa cum laude from Columbia Business School. And I've been planning my revenge for months.

I clutched the diagnosis paper that read "Stage 4 Gastric Cancer," my knuckles turning white. For twenty-two years, no matter how bad things got, Ethan always said he could handle it. But this time, my call only reached his voicemail.

I still remember that snowy night when I was seventeen. Under that tree, he squeezed my hand and promised, "You don't have to be strong anymore. Just lean on me." He said he'd marry me once he became successful, vowed to protect me for a lifetime. I believed him—believed him so much that today I drove frantically to his recording studio, desperate to tell him about my diagnosis.

But the scene through the cracked door shattered every hope I had. The sight of him entangled with Victoria hurt worse than any diagnosis. Later, when he handed me divorce papers, I coughed blood into my tissue, and he didn't even glance my way.

How did the man who promised to protect me forever become the one pushing me into the abyss? I'm dying, and even my last shred of hope is being crushed. Is this really how it ends?

I thought next week I'd be walking through the daisies on Grandma's farm to marry the man who promised to treat me like a princess—until our wedding planner's call shattered everything. He'd changed our venue to a Tuscan castle because it was his childhood friend Lina's favorite place? When exactly had I agreed to that?

What chilled me to the bone was seeing Grandma's heirloom necklace—my heirloom—around Lina's throat. He told me to "be reasonable," claimed the farm was "beneath" his status, but wasn't he the one who swore he'd make my childhood dream come true?

When he slapped me in front of everyone at his family party to defend Lina, reality finally hit me: the man I'd given my heart to for four years—what exactly did he think I was to him?

Three years ago, I destroyed the only man I ever loved.

"You're not good enough for my world," I lied, watching Ethan Cross's heart shatter completely. Now he's back. Richer. More ruthless. Ready for revenge.

"Marry me, or watch your family lose everything."

Our marriage is his masterpiece of revenge. He flaunts his perfect girlfriend in our home, forcing me to watch him replace me with everything I used to be. Every day brings new humiliation, all designed to break me.

But what he doesn't know is that my time is running out.

My husband Michael's father and my own father shared the same name—Robert. His was Robert Carter; mine, Robert Smith. I once thought it a sweet coincidence, until that 3 AM phone call turned this quirk of fate into a living nightmare.
The nursing home called to say Robert Carter had died, but when Michael returned from his business trip, he assumed it was my father who had passed. "Old Robert's finally gone," he smirked. "Should've moved him to the cheaper nursing home ages ago." Can you believe it? His own father—the man who'd left him an inheritance—and there he was, helping his medical intern mistress cover up malpractice, dismissing the death as "just some useless old man."
He has no idea he's protecting his father's killer. No clue I've seen through his cold-bloodedness all along.
I wonder, when the truth finally hits him, how will this absurd tragedy end?

My name is Mira Sawyer, an orphan adopted by the Rossi mafia family.

The night I was kidnapped, the captor pressed a gun to my temple and told Marco over video: "Five million dollars, or she dies."

I watched Marco Rossi—heir to New York's mafia empire—laugh with a blonde in his arms: "Keep her. Maybe she'll finally learn I don't want a pathetic puppy following me around."

Ten years of waiting, shattered at gunpoint.

Then the warehouse exploded.

Through the smoke walked a man in a black coat, eyes colder than death itself. Three shots. Three bodies. He stopped in front of me: "Nobody touches what's mine to protect."

That night changed everything.

The next day, I returned to the manor and saw him descending the stairs. Marco's face went white:

"Uncle Luca?! You're back from Sicily?!"

The legendary killer, exiled for twelve years. The real power behind the Rossi family. Marco's uncle.

He was the man who saved me.

And in that warehouse, I'd already become his.

I thought ten years of childhood sweethearts could weather any storm.

Until that night when Charles rushed out after her call, leaving me alone in bed with his child growing inside me, not knowing how to tell him.

Seraphina Blackwood, tech dynasty heiress, threatened Charles with her father's billion-dollar empire to marry her. And me? Just an orphan girl who seemed to mean nothing in Silicon Valley's power games.

When I watched him remove our wedding ring, when I saw their sweet photos at the hospital, when I lay bleeding on the floor and he chose her... I finally understood that maybe love really can't survive against money.

But what I didn't know was that while I started my new life in Switzerland, there was a man secretly protecting me with his kidney, his heart, his everything...

Until his assistant appeared at my little bakery, desperation in his eyes: "Ms. Thorne, please, you have to save him!"

I thought I married a cold-blooded businessman.

Three years of contract marriage, he lived at the other end of the hallway, never stepping into my room. I had the divorce papers signed, ready to tell him today.

Until that morning, I suddenly heard his thoughts.

When I walked into the dining room wearing a silk robe, he stared at his iPad, but his mind was screaming: "She's not wearing a bra... don't look! Three years of sitting here every morning, torturing myself..."

Wait, what?

This financial genius called the "Iceberg"—his head was full of me?

I started testing him. "Accidentally" brushing his throat while fixing his tie, his ears turned red instantly, internal meltdown: "She's touching me... calm down! Think about GDP growth rates!"

The most shocking part? I found my "lost" scarves and that pink lace underwear in his nightstand drawer.

Three years of coldness was actually three years of crazy restraint.

Now the question is: should I keep pretending I know nothing, or...

As the Helix-7 virus devours our world, its 95% mortality rate suffocates me. Being the chief geneticist hasn't spared me from the crushing weight of desperation—I was inches from breaking until that blood-tinged howl echoed through the forest. There, I stumbled upon a black wolf standing four feet at the shoulder, its blood tests revealing something impossible: 100% immunity.

Then before my eyes, the wolf transformed into a naked youth, his amber eyes gazing at me with disarming innocence. I brought him back as Test Subject A-001, spending sleepless nights monitoring him, patiently teaching him, believing I'd captured humanity's salvation.

Only when his fingers tightened around my wrist and his now-deepened voice whispered, "I only want you," did the terrible truth dawn on me: had I been nurturing hope for mankind—or merely raising a predator with unfathomable patience?

At the board meeting, he voted to dilute my equity.

"This is business, Elena. Not personal."

Three years of hidden marriage. I thought we were partners. But in that moment, I finally understood—I was just his technical supplier on the road to success.

What Ryan didn't know: that Technology Contribution Agreement he signed three years ago contained one clause. 70% of NexTech's core algorithm IP belongs to me. Personally.

Product launch day. Two hundred investors watching. I took the microphone.

He thought I'd present the tech specs like always.

He was wrong.

My name is Victoria Sterling. Thirty-seven, Silicon Valley CEO, millions in the bank.

I don't believe in love. But I believe in deals.

Fifty grand a month for a compliant companion and bed partner—that's been my life for three years. Until I met Ethan Cole: twenty-nine, Stanford dropout, bankrupt with $1.8M in debt, mother dying of cancer.

He's smart, he's handsome, and he's desperate.

Perfect prey.

I thought I controlled everything. Until two months later, when his creditor showed up in my office lobby and said:

"Ms. Sterling, do you know his real reason for approaching you?"

That's when I saw Ethan's face—

Pure, devastating guilt.

I thought saving a wounded wolf was just another day on the job. I didn’t know he was him—the Alpha of all Alphas, the most feared power in the werewolf world.

When I became pregnant with his heir, they called it a crime. They poisoned me, left me for dead, and thought they’d erased me from history.

But here’s the thing about me—I’m not the kind of woman who stays buried......

To avenge my father, I married Philadelphia mafia don Salvatore and poisoned him with my own hands on our wedding night. I thought my revenge was complete, until I met his son Matteo at the funeral—a cold, handsome,dangerous man.

Matteo suspected from the start that I'd killed his father. According to plan, I was supposed to get close to him, seduce him, then kill the last Rossi heir when he trusted me most.

"You're trembling." He cornered me against the wall, his long fingers caressing my cheek. "From fear... or something else?"

"I..." Under his burning gaze, I couldn't find words.

"Don't be nervous, stepmother." He leaned close to my ear, his voice low and magnetic. "I just want to see how honest you are."

When the assassin falls for her target, when stepmother becomes obsessed with stepson, can this dangerous game have a happy ending?

I died—not in the way you'd expect, but slowly, painfully, while he was entangled with her.

He called her his savior, the woman who sold everything to rescue his failing empire. Little did he know, it was my money, my life's work, that he squandered.

The betrayal burned hotter than any flame, and I vowed he'd pay.

Now, he's gone—a leap from the heights he once ruled, his fall as swift as his rise.

Five years ago, I knelt on marble floors, cleaning wine with my own dress while they laughed.

Five years later, they knelt before me, begging for forgiveness while I walked away.

They thought three hundred thousand dollars could buy my soul. They thought I was just another disposable substitute, another broken girl desperate enough to sell her dignity for her dying mother's medical bills.

Caspian Ashford wanted a replacement for his precious Scarlett. The Hampton elite wanted a servant to humiliate. They all wanted me to disappear quietly when they were done with me.

They got their wish—I did disappear.

But the girl who drowned in that yacht "accident" five years ago? She was weak, desperate, powerless.

The woman who returned as Elena Whitman?

I'm their worst fucking nightmare.

I once believed fleeing my engagement would set me free, only to fall headlong into a web of betrayal spun by my closest friend and faithless lover.

Now, granted a second life just a week before that fateful wedding, I stand before the man I betrayed—Alexander Stone, the unyielding soul who ended his life in my previous existence, all because of me.

This time, I've sworn to mend what I shattered. But as I reach out to him, his voice cuts like ice: "You don't need to know me. This marriage is purely transactional."

Yet if he's as indifferent as he claims, why did he linger by my hospital bed for two sleepless nights? Why do his eyes flicker with a devastation that could unravel worlds, and why does he shudder at my touch, whispering, "Are you afraid of me?"

As the shadows of old betrayals creep back, will I pierce his frozen mask to safeguard this fragile love reborn? And that haunting whisper in my mind—"Alexander Stone died because of you"—does it seal a destiny I can't escape?

Never did I imagine that I—drowning in $200,000 of debt with creditors ready to break down my door—would be approached by Carlisle from Seattle's most elite Alpha family. Her offer? One million dollars to pretend to be her blind son Raymond's wife!

Raymond may be a broken Alpha who can't even detect Omega pheromones, but why does the gentleness of his fingertips make my heart race?

Just as news of my pregnancy arrives, Carlisle throws $3 million at me to disappear from their lives. This charade that began as a business transaction has somehow trapped us both in love's web. But will he ever forgive me for vanishing without a word?

"The night I miscarried our baby, my husband was toasting his mistress's award win."

Five years of secret marriage. I was Broadway producer Maximilian Cross's hidden wife while the world thought he was a golden bachelor. Only I knew who he was really fucking every night.

Until that bitch Vivienne Sterling showed up.

She became his "artistic muse." I became his live-in booty call. He took her to every important event, bought her custom jewelry, publicly searched for his "soulmate" on stage—while I played piano accompaniment like a goddamn background prop.

Here's the fucked up part: I collapsed on stage, miscarrying and bleeding out in the ER, while he was across town popping champagne for that homewrecker's Drama Desk win. Twenty-three emergency calls—all ignored because it was her "big night."

But baby, you think that's where this story ends?

One Instagram post destroyed them both. Five-year secret marriage exposed, entire internet calling Vivienne a homewrecker, investors pulling out, him going from Broadway king to street rat overnight.

Even better? That 27-year-old composer heir Dante had been crushing on me for ten years. He gave me roles, protection, and real love I'd never experienced.

One year later, Dante and I won the Tony for our musical. I stood under the spotlight, he cheered from the audience. My ex-husband? Watching our triumph from his shitty apartment while his side piece slings coffee for minimum wage.

I watched my husband choose another woman over me.
Less than three seconds. That's all it took for Dr. Colton Whitmore to decide which pregnant woman to save first during the December storm. Me—his wife, bleeding out from a car crash. Or Sienna—his high school crush, back in town and conveniently helpless.
"She's an athlete," he told the nurse. "She can handle it."
Handle what? Dying while he shopped for another woman's baby supplies?
While I hemorrhaged in a hospital hallway, forty-two strangers donated blood to keep me alive. My own husband wasn't one of them.
But this small town has eyes. And Facebook. And a very long memory.
Everyone saw his choice. Everyone knows the truth.
Now it's my turn to choose.
And unlike him, I won't need three seconds to decide.

I once believed that every click of Ryan's Leica shutter was proof of his love—a luxury villa, his exclusive muse—I was foolish enough to believe in this fairy tale. Until our engagement night, when Isabella appeared wearing an identical ring, and the media exposed his betrayal, I finally realized I was nothing but a carefully selected stand-in.

Have you ever spent three years of your youth living as someone else's shadow? When he held her and called me "just a cheap copy," I didn't break down. After all, isn't it more satisfying to turn the tables using the camera sounds he was so obsessed with, making him pay for his sins in his own madness? In this game of deception disguised as love, who really played whom?

My second husband's three children have never called me "Mom." Not once in seven years.
I've been cooking since 5 AM—twenty-pound turkey, forty potatoes, three pies from scratch. At dinner, my husband stands to give thanks: "To my beautiful children. To my dear Caroline, watching over us."
Caroline. His first wife. Dead six years, still the only mother in this house.
Everyone applauds. No one looks at me.
His eldest daughter calls out: "Margot, you forgot the gravy boat." His son grabs my homemade roll: "Kind of dry." Then leaves.
The next day, my stepdaughter demands I plan her $50,000 wedding—on a $15,000 budget. "Mom always made things work. But if you can't handle it..."
Seven years I've cooked their meals. Raised their children. Given up my restaurant to save his company.
Meanwhile, my own daughter takes out loans because my husband says she needs to "learn independence"—while his kids inherit millions.
That night, washing their dishes alone, my daughter whispers: "I hate how they treat you. Like you're their servant."
That's when I knew—I'm done being his second wife.

I taught him how to love, and he used every lesson to win back another woman.

When I discovered Phoenix's time machine, I followed him eight months into the past—to a world where I never existed, where he looked at me like a stranger.

But in this twisted timeline, I found something impossible: Damian, alive and breathing, when in my world he'd already chosen death.

Now I'm trapped between saving the man I should love and the one I actually do, knowing that every choice could destroy innocent lives.

Because changing time isn't about second chances...

The crash four years ago killed my parents and stole my memories. When I woke up, Gino was holding my hand, crying: "Thank god you're awake." He told me it was an accident, a drunk driver. He swore he'd help me find the killer.

I believed him for four years.

Until that weekend in Napa, when I overheard a conversation I was never meant to hear.

"You crashed your car chasing after me four years ago, you can't have forgotten!" his stepsister Ivy screamed. My blood ran cold. Four years ago? The exact night my parents died?

I almost gave up admission to a top-15 university for my childhood sweetheart Brent, fantasizing he would finally confess his love.

Until that afternoon when I overheard him telling his friend dismissively: "Without me, she's nothing."

Turns out I could never compete with Sienna, the blonde beauty who transferred here three months ago. Turns out he chose Michigan State because the pretty girl needed protection, while I was "tough as a rock."

That moment, my heart died completely.

I secretly accepted Northwestern University's offer and left for Chicago alone. I let him think I'd obediently follow them to the same college—until the day classes started and he discovered I had "vanished."

"How could you betray me like this?!" he demanded furiously.

"Betray?" I laughed coldly. "Who betrayed whom first?"

My worthless husband murdered me in cold blood, along with our six-month-old unborn child.

Reborn at my own mating ceremony, I boldly rejected the weakling ex who couldn't even complete his wolf transformation, and shocked everyone by proposing to his powerful Alpha father!

"Alpha Dominic, make me your Luna! I'll give the Storm Pack the true Alpha heirs they deserve!"

The entire pack was stunned—a lowly Omega from nowhere just shattered centuries of tradition!

But when I conceived Alpha triplets, the werewolf world exploded. A miracle that happens once in a lifetime!

The rules of our contract marriage were simple: five years, then we're done.

Ethan's in a wheelchair, so I'm safe. He can't chase me, control me, or suffocate me.

The first night I helped him shower, his shirt slid off and I froze—perfect abs, broad shoulders, defined muscle lines.

"Upper body training," he explained. "Prevents atrophy."

Day three, I walked out in a silk slip dress to grab water. Ethan gripped his wheelchair, knuckles white, voice tight: "Just... go back to your room."

In the mirror—thin silk clinging to my body. Oh.

I started massaging his legs nightly to "stimulate nerve recovery." My hands worked across his thighs, feeling muscles that seemed impossibly solid. His breathing got heavier, fists clenching the sheets.

This went on for five months.

Until the basement door opened.

Security footage showed him standing. Running. Doing pull-ups. Every muscle working perfectly.

He turned to face me, no longer looking up. Six foot three, radiating raw masculine presence:

"Want to know how I survived five months? Every time you touched me, I felt it. Every. Single. Time."

"Now," he pressed me against the wall, "I don't have to hold back anymore."