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To keep my severely autistic brother from being thrown into a state asylum, my cruel stepfamily forced me into a proxy marriage. I was sold off to Nathaniel, an outcast of the billionaire Montgomery family, signing the registry without ever seeing his face. But my desperate sacrifice wasn't enough. That same day, I accidentally ruined an $80,000 bespoke suit belonging to Alistair Montgomery—the ruthless head of the conglomerate and my new, terrifying brother-in-law. When I collapsed in the freezing rain from a severe fever, I woke up trapped in his sprawling Long Island estate. He tossed a contract onto the bed, demanding I become his 24/7 personal assistant to pay off a fabricated two-million-dollar debt for the damages. If I refused, he promised to personally cut off my brother's medical care. I was completely cornered. He didn't know I was his sister-in-law. He also didn't know I was the mysterious girl who had saved him from a drugged frenzy just nights ago—the girl with the flame birthmark he was currently tearing the city apart to find, while a wealthy fraud had already stolen my identity to claim his protection. I had no money, no power, and no way out. With shaking hands, I signed away my freedom to this tyrant. But I looked him dead in the eye and set my one absolute condition. "I am a married woman, Mr. Montgomery. We maintain a strictly professional boundary. If you cross that line, I will walk out."

I came home early with a fresh blueberry cake to celebrate my four-year anniversary with my fiancé, Finley. Instead, I found him in our engagement bed, desperately tangled with my supposed best friend, Falon. When I caught them, Finley didn't even apologize. He pulled the sheets up, his eyes flashing with pathetic hostility. "If you weren't so cold and boring, do you think I'd ever look at another woman? You're a nobody from a common bloodline. What can you offer me?" Falon mocked me from the pillows, boasting that her executive father could give Finley the promotion and territory resources I never could. They both knew my twenty-fourth birthday was tomorrow. Under strict pack law, if I didn't present a registered mate by the deadline, the elders would forcibly assign me to an older, widowed wolf for breeding duty. They thought they had me perfectly cornered. Four years of loyalty, sold out for a corporate title. Looking at the two parasites, my suffocating pain suddenly turned into ice-cold clarity. I threw the house key straight at Finley's bleeding face, walked out into the freezing midnight downpour, and grabbed the first terrifying, scarred Rogue wolf I saw standing in the shadows. "Walk inside the Pack Registry with me right now. I will pay you a hefty fee to sign a marriage contract." I thought I was just buying a nameless stray to dodge my arranged mating. I had no idea I had just bound myself to an absolute apex Alpha who could crush my ex's entire existence with a single word.

For three months, Summer sat by her husband Julian's ICU bed, guarding their unborn child and praying for him to wake up. Finally, the hospital called with the miracle she had been waiting for. But when she rushed to his yacht to celebrate, she overheard him laughing with his mistress, Scarlett. "As soon as she has the baby, she's gone. The child was a mistake. It should never have existed." Before she could escape, Scarlett's men grabbed her. Looking out from the lounge window, her husband coldly ordered them to throw her into the freezing Atlantic Ocean. She survived, but the shock forced her into premature labor in a desolate shack. She gave birth to triplets, but her eldest son, Leo, had a fatal heart defect. To save his life, she had to endure the ultimate agony. She anonymously sent her dying newborn back to the monster who tried to kill them, faking her own death in childbirth. For five years, she hid in the shadows with her healthy twins, her heart bleeding every day she was separated from her sick boy. Now, the naive Summer Hayes is dead. She has returned as Dr. Matilda Sterling, a world-renowned cardiologist. And her very first patient at the Astor Medical Center is her son, Leo. It is time to reclaim her child and burn Julian's world to the ground.

I woke up to the deafening roar of heavy metal, holding a leather patch that read "Property of Harrington." Calhoun, the Vice President of the motorcycle club, sneered and ordered me to sew it on. He wanted to claim me tonight, forcing my family's massive transport fleet under his club's banner. Behind him hid Bernadette, his mistress, biting her lip like a frightened doe. Calhoun wrapped his arm around her, demanding I show some grace and share my title, my bed, and my wealth with her. In my last life, I foolishly gave them everything. I thought my devotion would earn his love. Instead, he drained my eighty-five-million-dollar empire dry. When I was no longer useful, they locked me in a dark concrete basement. While the club drank and laughed upstairs, they used a rusty scalpel to carve my unborn child out of me, leaving me to bleed out in a shallow grave. I didn't understand why my loyalty was repaid with such brutal betrayal. Why did they tear my innocent baby away? Why did my unconditional support only buy me a horrifying death? But the cold metal of my silver skull ring anchored me. I wasn't in that grave. I was twenty-two again, right at the start of the claiming ceremony. This time, I dropped their sacred patch into the spilled whiskey and ground the golden eagle into the dirt with my steel-toed boot. "I'm just putting garbage where it belongs."

"Rhiannon, has a man ever touched you here before?" Azræl asks, his voice quiet but rough. I turn my head away, unable to keep holding his intense gaze. But his hand leaves my neck before he grabs my chin, turning my face back to his. Still, I refuse to look into his eyes. "Look at me," he commands. I hesitate for a heartbeat before doing as he says. "You know I can tell if you lie, so tell me the truth," he murmurs. "Has a man's hands ever touched your cunt before?" I shake my head slowly. "N–no." Azræl starts rubbing my clit faster, making my thighs tremble. A moan threatens to leave my lips but I press them together to stop it. "Have you ever touched yourself?" he asks. ꧁ ✧༺ ❦ ༻✧ ꧂ On the day I was to marry the love of my life, my wedding ceremony turned into a bloodbath. The Vampire Emperor dragged me away from the altar and into his dark, perilous world. A world filled with vampires, fallen ængels, witches, lycans, and dragons. A world where everyone looks at me as something precious. Something dangerous. And something worth killing for. He takes away my freedom, forces me to become his bride, and ties me to a throne I never wanted. I should despise him. I should be terrified of him. I should spend every moment trying to find a way to escape him. But instead, I find myself longing for him, craving him between my thighs, wanting him to ruin me in every way possible. And just when I fully surrender myself to him, another man rises from the snow and claims me. The Lycan Alpha of the Snowfall Tribe. What starts as a desperate situation becomes something far more dangerous when fate reveals the truth between us. I am his mate. Now I am trapped between an Emperor who would burn entire kingdoms just to keep me, and an Alpha whose soul is intertwined with mine. And I dread the day when I might have to choose between them. (Welcome to Book One of my fantasy series)

Natalie got pregnant accidentally, but her boyfriend's first love returned and turned her into the town's favorite joke. Everyone called her useless while praising her adopted sister, never realizing Natalie was the hidden mind behind her family's rise. Their designer fame, film awards, hit songs, and idol careers all existed because of her. Still, they betrayed her and forced her to marry a comatose man for profit. When her identity came out, regret arrived too late. Her ex begged for forgiveness, "I'm sorry. Can you forgive me for the child's sake?" But a powerful man held Natalie close. "Our child has nothing to do with you."

In a nation secretly ruled by five ruthless super-wealthy dynasties, power isn't just owned-it is inherited in blood. For nine long years, Daniel Marc, the sole rightful heir to the world-dominating Marc Empire-a quadrillion-dollar powerhouse-lived in silent exile following the suspicious deaths of his parents. The world believes the throne sits empty, guarded only by an aging proxy, while rival families wage ruthless corporate wars for total dominance. When Daniel finally returns to the city as a ghost in the shadows, he encounters Stacy Diamond, the resilient heiress of the struggling Diamond family, who is being tormented and systematically starved out by the brutal Power family. Stepping into the crossfire to protect her, Daniel unleashes a high-stakes war that sends shockwaves through the elite hierarchy. Behind closed doors, Daniel initiates a masterstroke: injecting fifty billion dollars of direct capital and issuing Tier-1 Sovereign Immunity over Stacy and her empire, completely crushing three years of financial blockades orchestrated by Ethan Power. But as Ethan unleashes a desperate, violent plot using his own sister to infiltrate the Marc dynasty, Daniel operates from the darkness-gifting Stacy a cryptic warning of the storm to come. As hidden motives unfold and ancient debts demand payment, Stacy must navigate a terrifying web of deceit and luxury to uncover the true identity of her enigmatic savior. Will Daniel's hidden identity protect those he loves, or will his ruthless pursuit of vengeance burn the five families to the ground?

For years, Annabell was treated like the dirt beneath the Richmond family's shoes, forced to endure their arrogance while the favored daughter, Carisa, was handed the world. When Annabell slammed a financial report on the desk, exposing that the family's offshore accounts were completely empty, they didn't thank her. Instead, Julian tried to strike her, and Carisa played the weeping victim. Ethan Richmond pointed a trembling finger at the door, stripping Annabell of every cent and throwing her out into the freezing rain. "You are done in this house! You get nothing!" They sneered, expecting her to crawl back and beg on the streets, mocked by the entire elite circle as worthless trash. They thought she was just a helpless orphan with nothing left to her name. They had no idea that the quiet girl they just discarded was the financial genius who secretly controlled all their leverage trading codes. Annabell didn't shed a single tear. She calmly signed the inheritance renunciation, walked out, and froze 80% of the Richmonds' assets with a single keystroke. And just as her former family prepared to watch her starve, a convoy of armored Range Rovers pulled up. The patriarch of the ultra-wealthy Dixon family stepped out with tears in his eyes, handing over deeds to Manhattan skyscrapers. The true billionaire heiress had finally returned, and New York's hierarchy was about to be violently rewritten.

For eighteen years, I endured the Miller family's constant comparisons and casual neglect, trying desperately to earn their love. Then the DNA results came back. Their biological daughter, Joella, returned home, and they threw all my belongings onto the front lawn like trash. "The DNA results came back this morning. You're not our daughter." My adoptive mother looked at me with the detached appraisal of someone viewing a piece of furniture that no longer fit the decor. They didn't just kick me out. As I picked up my worn suitcase, they demanded I fulfill an ironclad marriage contract with the legendary Blackwood family to save their failing corporation. "You were always a placeholder, Chloe. Like a dress worn by mistake. Now, the rightful owner has come to claim it." Joella smirked triumphantly from my old bedroom window, while my adoptive father screamed that I was a jinx and a curse who owed them my life. I looked at the three of them—a perfect, complete family. After a lifetime of craving their approval, the last thread of hope finally snapped, replaced by a cold, hard fury. Why should I let them use me one last time when they had treated me like a counterfeit part for eighteen years? I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and sent a single encrypted message to pull all funding from their corporation. As their phones began to ring frantically with the news of their sudden bankruptcy, a man wearing a Patek Philippe watch bowed deeply before me. He was here to take me back to my real parents—the legendary Beaumont family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful bloodlines on the planet.

"Know your place." For three years, that was all my husband thought I deserved. Kian Hurley was the city's most powerful S-class Alpha. To him, I was a worthless, scentless Omega he had been forced to marry. On our third anniversary, I found my adoptive sister in his lap, begging for more of his scent. Around her neck hung the pendant he'd given me when I saved his life ten years ago. She'd stolen my pendant, my rescue story, and every bit of tenderness my husband had never given me. So I handed him divorce papers. He signed them and told me to get out. His friends laughed, betting I'd be on my knees at his gates within twenty-four hours. They were about to be very disappointed. I took off my suppression collar, slipped into a backless red gown, and charged over two million dollars to his forgotten black card. Then I hired seven gorgeous Alpha hosts to pour my champagne and spoil me in the middle of his favorite club. When my ex stormed over and tried to drag me home, I slapped him across the face—in front of everyone. He thought he'd thrown away a useless wife. He'd actually lost a hidden S-class Omega, his 99.9% match, and the only woman who had secretly kept his brutal Ruts under control for three years. His precious first love was a fraud. His real savior had just walked away. He can keep her. Let's see how long his legendary self-control lasts without me.

For three years, Elena thought she was living a fairytale. She was married to Ethan Vance, the ruthless, cold-hearted billionaire CEO of Vance Enterprises-who was only ever warm with her. She gave up her career, her dreams, and her heart to be the perfect wife. But fairytales are built on lies. On the night of their anniversary, Elena discovers a devastating truth: Ethan's love was a calculated sham. Her marriage was nothing more than a cruel revenge plot against her family, and Ethan has already signed the divorce papers to cast her aside for his former flame. Left broken, humiliated, and penniless, Elena vanishes into the night, carrying a secret Ethan must never know-she is pregnant with his heir. Five years later, Elena returns, not as the fragile girl he crushed, but as a powerful, independent mogul ready to take back everything. When Ethan crosses paths with her again, he is consumed by a possessive rage and regret. But Elena is no longer his to command. Can a love built on betrayal ever be redeemed? Or will Elena ensure the billionaire's ruin?

My husband swallowed a ten-year prison sentence to save me from my abusive stepfather. When he got out, he built a mafia empire and made me his Queen. But last night, his encrypted tablet lit up with an ultrasound photo and a text from another woman. "Our little secret is growing." The mistress soon called to mock me. She was pregnant, while I had been barren for four years. When I confronted my husband, he didn't apologize. Instead, he assigned heavily armed guards to protect her and burned my divorce papers with his cigar. "The only exit from this Family is death," he warned. The nightmare deepened when I uncovered her true identity. The mistress was my half-sister, and her mastermind was the mother who had abandoned me at six. My husband knew. He even whispered our sacred vow to her-"I will shield you from the blood"-the exact words he used when I lost our child on a freezing concrete floor for his syndicate. I took bullets for him. I waited a decade outside those prison gates. Yet he used my absolute loyalty to lock me in a cage, handing my crown to the family that threw me to the wolves. He thought I was just a helpless wife, entirely dependent on his mercy. He didn't know I was Vanguard, the shadow billionaire controlling the very lifelines of his empire. I calmly picked up my phone and called my head operative. "Liquidate his supply chains. Let's see whose empire turns to ash first."

It was supposed to be one last night of freedom, but instead, it cost me everything. I took my late sister's place as the prince's betrothed, thinking I was saving the pack. But I never expected the devil guarding me would be the man I once gave myself to... my mate. Now he hates me for what I did. Hates me for what I am. Hates me even more for swearing myself to his sworn best friend. He knows my deepest secret. And he uses it to torment me at every chance he gets. Behind the veil, behind the perfect smiles, behind the prince's back. He swore to ruin me, break me, make me beg. And when the time comes... he'll burn me for the realm. ~~~~ "RUN... little Venom."

For ten years, Ada loved August Moss, paying back the debt of him saving her life with three years of a cold, miserable marriage. But while she endured daily humiliation from his arrogant family, August was busy spending his nights whispering to his new lover on the phone. When Ada finally packed her meager belongings, his mother blocked the door, threatening to cut off her allowance so she would starve on the streets of New York. Ada simply slapped a zero-alimony divorce agreement against the older woman's chest and walked out. But when she dropped the signed papers directly on August's desk, he just let out a harsh laugh. "Is this because I did not come home last night? Do not bring your childish house games to my office, Ada." He actually thought her genuine pain was just an annoyance. He truly believed the pathetic girl who worshipped him would always endure his neglect, absolutely confident she would be crying at his gates in three days begging for his money. He was wrong. Ada blocked his number, put on a blood-red designer dress, and stepped into the flashing paparazzi cameras with Hollywood's biggest A-list actor on her arm. The obedient wife who waited for him is dead.

They say the Don of Chicago has ice in his veins and blood on his hands. They say he's forgotten the girl who died in a freezing apartment on New Year's Eve, clutching a velvet box he threw in the trash. They're wrong. The Don never forgot. He just didn't know I was watching. Because I'm still here—a ghost tethered to the man who destroyed my life and then, inexplicably, destroyed himself over my memory. This is the story of how the boy who promised me forever became the monster who broke me. And how, after everything, he followed my soul to the very edge of death just to ask me one question. My name is Elena Rossi. And this is how I learned that in the Mafia, love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

My husband, Chace, died six years ago, plunging off the Bixby Creek Bridge and leaving me a widow at twenty-four. Every year on my birthday, I visited that cliff's edge, placing white lilies and mourning a ghost. Until today, when a single photo on Instagram shattered my grief, revealing that my dead husband was very much alive and celebrating his sixth wedding anniversary with another woman. For six years, I’d grieved Chace Woodward, ritualistically visiting Bixby Creek Bridge on my birthday to place lilies for the man whose car vanished there. Today, on my thirtieth, a slip on Instagram showed him, unmistakably, laughing in a party photo. The caption announced his sixth wedding anniversary with Ivory Woodward, his former secretary, revealing a perfect life mirroring my six years of grief. Rage burning, I crashed their Beverly Hills party. Chace, annoyed, watched Ivory play the pregnant victim, manipulating him to shove me, leaving me bleeding. He forced a public apology, took our home, and threatened my ailing mother’s life support. I was jobless, reputationless, and utterly alone. The ultimate betrayal: my mother died after Ivory visited her hospital room, then ensured her heart donor withdrew. My mother’s last hope was stolen. Stripped of everything, my grief solidified: when you have nothing left to lose, you have nothing left to fear. I uploaded all damning evidence to a cloud drive. Then, in a calm, final video, I told the whole truth, linking to the proof, declaring, "Let the world be the judge." As it went live, I drove back to the Bixby Creek Bridge, aiming my car at the guardrail, ready to disappear on my own terms.

For ten years, Gidget sacrificed everything for her fiancé, Colin, enduring his family's sneers just to secure the medical funding her dying younger brother desperately needed. But at a high-society gala, she pushed open a VIP lounge door and found Colin having sex with her malicious step-sister, Dixie. Worse, Dixie was four weeks pregnant. "Once I finalize the trust fund injection using her clean public profile tonight, I'll cut her loose." Hearing Colin's cold words, Gidget threw her engagement ring right into his face. In retaliation, Dixie threw herself down a flight of hospital stairs to frame Gidget. Furious, Colin immediately froze her brother's medical trust fund, leaving the boy in sudden cardiac failure in the ICU without the money for life-saving equipment. Driven to absolute despair and completely abandoned, a soaked and exhausted Gidget stumbled into a luxury hotel to hide from the rain. She accidentally triggered the private elevator to the top-floor presidential suite. She didn't know the terrifying Wall Street tyrant inside was suffering from a lethal touch-allergy, and any woman who touched him would trigger anaphylactic shock. But when he grabbed her in the dark, there were no hives, no pain. Just her scent, which instantly cured his lifelong agony. After a night of chaotic entanglement, Gidget fled back to the hospital, terrified of how she would pay her brother's bills. Only to find an anonymous, unlimited medical grant had just saved his life. She thought she was finally free to start over, completely unaware that the real predator had just locked her cage.

Ellie returned home from a thirty-six-hour surgical shift, only to find another woman's stilettos in her foyer. Her husband's mistress was lounging on the sofa, deliberately wearing Ellie's emerald silk robe. Instead of explaining, her husband, Ephram, wrapped his arm around the mistress and scolded Ellie. "It's just a piece of fabric, Ellie. Do you have to make a scene?" When Ellie slapped the divorce papers onto the table, Ephram laughed and mocked her bankrupt family. He refused to sign, demanding she complete an IVF cycle to give him an heir so he could unlock his trust fund. Even Ellie's own mother called to threaten her. "You owe the Oliver family! You go back to that house and give him a child, or I will ruin your medical career!" For three years, Ephram had let his family publicly mock Ellie for being barren, while secretly hiding his own severe clinical sterility. She had sacrificed everything for a man who only saw her as a biological incubator to secure his inheritance. How could they expect her to sell her body and dignity just to maintain their wealthy facade? With her heart turned to cold ash, Ellie ripped up their multimillion-dollar bribe. She walked out into the freezing Manhattan blizzard and stepped into the black Maybach of Cosmo James. The most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street looked at her with ice-blue eyes. "Get in, Dr. Stark. We're going to meet the people who will win your case."

Ama Wellington fled Boston with nothing but a suitcase and a promise to never let a man control her life again. In her first week in New York, she humiliates a stranger in an argument - only to find out the next morning that he's her new boss. Marcus Voss is cold, ruthless, and clearly out for revenge. But Ama needs this job more than she needs her pride, and staying close to Marcus means staying close to his billionaire rival, Alexander Maxcold - the one man who might actually see her. What Ama doesn't know is that both men are already tied to secrets buried long before she arrived in the city. Secrets about her father. Secrets about a fire that destroyed a company and a family. And someone has been watching her every move since the day she landed - someone who knows exactly who she really is. The truth won't just break her heart. It might break everything she thought she knew about herself.

I played the perfect, obedient trophy wife to billionaire Haiden Moran for three years. But the Monday after his grandfather's funeral, he coldly handed me divorce papers. He offered a massive payout, calling our marriage a "buyout of my time." I was never his wife, just a prop to secure his inheritance. That night, after a chaotic run-in at a club, he dragged me back to our penthouse. In a desperate, drug-fueled haze, we crossed the line. But when I woke up the next morning, covered in marks, his side of the bed was completely cold. He had snuck out like a thief. Seeking a final sliver of closure, I called his private number. A breathless, feminine voice answered instead. "Mr. Moran left his phone here. Oh, and I have his fresh shirt ironed and ready." My blood ran cold. He had left my bed and gone straight to another woman. My three years of devotion meant absolutely nothing. I permanently blocked his number, severed all our joint accounts, and booked a one-way first-class ticket to Maui to disappear forever. But just as the plane doors were about to close, a man walked down the aisle and casually sat in the seat right next to mine. It was Haiden.