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For seven years, I was his eyes. But the moment he regained his sight, he decided to marry someone else. Seven years of devotion couldn't buy his heart. I gave him back his dignity. Now that he was restored as the Godfather of the New York Mafia, he laughed with others, degrading me to the status of a mere "mistress." He thought I didn't understand Italian, but I heard him loud and clear: he was going to marry his first love. He arrogantly believed I would always love him, willing to stay in his penthouse like a caged bird. But he was wrong. I boarded a one-way flight to Australia. Dante, I don't want you anymore. By the time he returned home, he would have lost me forever. But a sore loser refuses to concede. Even if he had to burn the world to the ground, he would search for me and beg for my forgiveness.

For five years, I supported my musician boyfriend, Mark, paying our bills while working on an architecture project that I thought would finally build us a stable future. I poured everything I had into our life together. Then I came home early and overheard him on the phone with his wealthy patron, Daniel. "She's just a convenient stepping stone," he laughed. "My real life is starting with you now." The next day, a horrific car crash shattered my right arm, my drawing arm. At the scene, Mark ignored my injuries and screamed at the paramedics to save Daniel's hand instead. "His hands are his life!" he shrieked, while I lay bleeding in the driver's seat. Doctors told me I'd suffer permanent nerve damage and lose the fine motor control needed for my career. While I was in the hospital, Mark threw my belongings in the trash and changed the locks on our apartment. I had lost my love, my home, and my future in 48 hours. But the final blow came as I lay on a hospital gurney. A terrifyingly handsome man in a dark suit loomed over me. He was Daniel's older brother, the powerful Julian Thorne. He leaned down, his voice a deadly whisper that cut through my pain. "My brother's career may be over because of you. You will pay for what you've done."

The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown. Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity. "I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered. Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside. To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean. For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead. Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her. She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo. But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad. Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention. When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished. Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.

Blaire's mother gave her a ruthless ultimatum: find a husband today, or never call her mother again. Desperate to escape the suffocating control and disastrous blind dates, Blaire agreed to a fake marriage with a stranger she met through an old woman. She thought she was marrying a dirt-poor salesman drowning in mortgage debt. They lived in a rundown Queens apartment and split the living expenses fifty-fifty. He drove a sputtering Toyota Camry, established extreme territorial rules, and treated her like a gold-digging biohazard. When she accidentally tripped and spilled hot soup on him, he didn't help her up, instead accusing her of using pathetic tricks to seduce him. Her own mother even crashed their apartment, ruthlessly mocking his pathetic financial state and calling him a total loser. Blaire endured his coldness and extreme germaphobia, genuinely pitying him for his stressful, low-paying job. She refunded his money and defended his dignity, refusing to take advantage of a struggling man. But she couldn't understand why this supposedly broke guy possessed such a lethal, commanding aura, or why an incredibly expensive cashmere blanket mysteriously appeared on her when she was freezing on the couch. Until her brother called with a shocking warning. "Blaire, the name on your marriage certificate belongs to the notoriously secretive billionaire CEO of New York's top financial syndicate!" Blaire laughed out loud, completely unaware that behind the bedroom door, her "broke" husband was frantically ordering his PR team to bury his true identity.

On his 34th birthday, James Cross expects another lavish party and meaningless celebration. Instead, Mimi Rayne and their son surprise him at his office-only to discover another woman publicly claiming to be Mrs. Cross. Humiliated and heartbroken, Mimi walks away from the marriage she once believed in. When her former love, Jaxon Vale, returns, seeking revenge on James, Mimi faces an impossible choice: take revenge with Jaxon or forge her own path to freedom. Meanwhile, her son Simeon, wiser than his years, proposes a startling solution: "Marry Jaxon and start again, or let revenge destroy you."But James won't let her go so easily-and Jaxon has his own secrets. In a city where fortunes turn on a whisper, can Mimi find her voice, reclaim her strength, and discover a love worth fighting for?

For three years, my trust fund paid for my husband Brandon's law degree and his family's lavish lifestyle. But today, he walked through our front door with his arm wrapped tightly around a blonde woman's waist. He told me her name was Ivey, demanding I play the gracious hostess because his mother and grandmother already adored her and thought she was a better fit for their prestigious family. When I asked for a divorce, his family panicked but still acted incredibly entitled. His mother ordered me to hand over this month's dividend to throw a welcome party for the mistress. "A wife's duty is to manage the accounts, not to question her husband's social activities." She said it as if my money was their birthright. They had maxed out my credit cards to pay for his Porsche and threatened to ruin me if I didn't comply. They actually thought they could kick out the host and keep the parasite alive. They thought I was just a fragile, compliant wife who would be nothing without their last name. They had no idea who I really was, or the gritty world I originally came from. I calmly instructed my assistant to freeze every single joint account and cut off their lifelines. Then, I packed my worn leather jacket, grabbed a silver ring carved with a bird of prey, and drove straight into the city's underbelly to find the most dangerous biker boss in town.

The elite werewolves Synopsis Every year, a warrior from a random pack was chosen to join the mission in increasing security for the elite werewolves. It was a dream every pack member had but also the most difficult to fulfill. The elite werewolves consisted of the alpha of alphas who was the most ruthless dark lord the werewolf community has ever had. He was feared and respected all around the kingdom. Other members of the elite werewolves were the once fallen alphas who stood by the alpha of alphas when a great war emerged against the werewolves and vampires. Scarlett Jones never expected to be the only one selected to join the Elite werewolves. She knew that the mission would be extremely difficult and this would be the beginning of a completely different life for her. Guarding and protecting these nobles was equal to living her worst nightmare. to her, she did not see what all the fuss was about when it came to protecting the dark lord or the other alphas. She however did not expect to arrive into the castle and find out that the ruthless alpha of alphas;the dark lord was her mate. He is demanding, possessive, arrogant and completely passive of her requests. he wants to claim her right there and then and only her strong heart can help her resist the urges. he knows his way around a woman's body and right now, finding his mate after 300 years of searching, sets him off the edge. He wants her, he wants to mate her and make her his queen. But Scarlett is too resilient for that, she wants independence despite being the Alpha’s mate. Can she resist him? Or will she cramble at his touch?

Yelena: Scarred, Haunted by her nightmares, and completely alone. Domenico: Powerful, Boss of the underworld, and Possessive of one person. They met back in high school and almost fell in love when Yelena was betrayed by Dom so she ran away for two years. Dom didn't stop looking for her until he found her and he discovered a way to keep her his forever, he asked his father to make an arranged marriage between their families to avoid wars and blood. "I was wondering when you'd show up." pausing for a second to turn around she continued "Dom." "Hello, Sweetheart."

Stories from English History by Hilda T. Skae

Tonight was supposed to be my grand celebration, my public union with Colby Carlisle, the Vice President of the Serpents of Chaos MC. But when the spotlights hit me, he wasn't waiting at the stage. Instead, he was plastered against a half-naked club girl, letting her possessively trace his silver VP patch for everyone to see. Hundreds of bikers erupted in roaring laughter, watching me become the ultimate punchline. The crowd sneered, whispering that I was just a pathetic pawn in a club deal who couldn't even keep her man. Colby didn't even look guilty. He just pressed a wet kiss to the girl's neck, glared at me with utter disgust, and grabbed a microphone. "Harlow, don't make a scene. Get the hell off the stage." My nails dug into my palms until the sharp sting kept me upright. Did they really think I was just some fragile, clueless girl from a fallen family? Did Colby honestly believe I would just run away crying, accepting my fate as his discarded property? I didn't shed a single tear, nor did I run. I straightened my spine, walked right up to the emcee's microphone, and cited an obscure, dusty club law to claim absolute sanctuary. "The protector I choose is the President." I claimed his adoptive father, the undisputed king of the underworld.

I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Reese family, living quietly in the shadow of their biological daughter, Asha. After a charity gala, a drunk Asha insisted on driving her sports car, only to strike a pedestrian on a dark, wet road. Before I could even call 911, my boyfriend Collins and the family lawyer arrived to control the scene. My adoptive father put a heavy hand on my shoulder, begging me to take the fall so their true bloodline wouldn't have a criminal record. "I'll wait for you, Crys. I promise I'll take care of everything." Collins whispered those words and squeezed my hand. I foolishly agreed, but in court, Collins personally submitted a fabricated statement detailing my history of severe binge drinking. The high-priced lawyer offered no defense, and I was sentenced to three years in a federal prison, completely abandoned by the family I loved. For 1,095 days behind razor wire, I suffered the ultimate betrayal. They hadn't made a mistake; they had intentionally fed me to the wolves as a disposable sacrifice to keep their precious princess safe. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could destroy me without a single ounce of hesitation. Upon my release, I fled to a new city with just twenty-seven dollars, deciding that surviving and living well would be my revenge. I finally found a safe haven working at a small diner. But as I drove my delivery truck downtown today, I locked eyes with Collins's best friend through the window of a luxury Bentley. The billionaires who ruined my life have found me, and the storm they tried to bury has officially arrived.

A girl who sees too much. A boy who hides what he is. A secret that could burn both their worlds down. In the heart of the city, eighteen-year-old Ivy is a ghost. Reserved and misunderstood, she finds her only escape in her sketchbook. Hoping to pull her out of her shell, her parents move her to a remote cabin in the North Woods-a place where the silence is heavy and the shadows seem to move. Deep in those woods, Ivy witnesses the impossible: a boy named Silas shattering and reforming into a massive, charcoal wolf. Silas is a prince of a hidden world, bound by ancient laws to keep his kind a secret from "the hairless ones." But he is a rebel, drawn to the human world, and when he saves Ivy from a lethal bear attack, the thin veil between their lives vanishes. As Ivy's parents unknowingly welcome the predator into their home to heal, a forbidden bond forms-one that defies the laws of the pack and the logic of the human world. But the woods have ears. Silas's father, the ruthless Alpha, smells the human scent on his son's skin, and the pack is closing in to "clear" the threat. To protect the girl he loves, Silas must challenge the Alpha in a brutal duel for the right to be free. But even if he wins, a new shadow is rising. Men with scanners and tactical gear are moving into the forest, and they aren't looking for a story-they're looking for a specimen. The hunt has begun. And this time, there is nowhere left to hide.

In the eyes of the public, Elijah was ever the gentleman, always distant and reserved. But behind closed doors, he was an animal who relentlessly ensnared Ashley in a web of lust. No one knew of their secret relationship, yet at the same time, no one dared to bully her again. Then one day, she was hit with morning sickness right in front of everyone. To everyone's shock, the aloof and domineering Elijah quickly knelt in front of her and caressed her pregnant belly. "Babe," he crooned, "let's go public with our relationship. I will give you my everything."

The disgraced daughter of the Patton family is back from the countryside.At the news, everyone spurned her with contempt! A good-for-nothing young lady, a crude village wench, a vicious devil... Until one day--The world-famous life-saving medical sovereign is her.The enigmatic top forensic specialist is her.The grandmaster hacker hunted across the globe is also her. One hidden identity of the young miss came to light after another.Shocked and dumbfounded, the crowd fell to their knees to beg for forgiveness. In an instant, Evie was cornered by the mysterious powerhouse.Hartwell's voice lured and mesmerized:"Darling, you have countless secret identities. Would you mind taking on one more, being my wife!"

In the dark underbelly of Philadelphia, two opposing crime families-the Morgans and the Rinaldis-have maintained a tenuous peace. However, when a merciless Japanese gang executes the killings of their leaders to instigate turmoil, the equilibrium of power breaks, sending the city into a lethal battle of trickery, treachery, and vengeance. Sierra Morgan, the unacknowledged and overlooked daughter of the Morgan clan, is plunged into a perilous task: wed Dominic Rinaldi, the icy and strategic new Don of Il Condottiero, and deceive him for the sake of her vengeful half-siblings. It's a task she cannot decline, but as Sierra enters the foe's lair, she realizes that Dominic is not the cold-hearted villain she thought he was. Underneath his harsh facade exists a man marked by grief, allegiance, and hidden truths. As their arranged marriage develops into an unforeseen situation, Sierra feels conflicted between her allegiance to her family and the increasing emotions she harbors for the man she was meant to ruin. But betrayal runs deep on both sides, and when shocking truths emerge-including a secret child, forbidden affairs, and an insidious mole within the Rinaldi clan-Sierra realizes the true enemy may not be who she thought. With bloodshed escalating and time running out, Sierra must make an impossible choice: protect the man she loves or betray him to save herself. Can love survive in a world where loyalty is bought with blood, and betrayal is just another business transaction? A story of forbidden love, power struggles, and shocking twists, this gripping tale will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.

When Emily Jackson accepts a lucrative deal from the enigmatic and often rude Javier Black, falling for him is the last thing she expects. But as they collaborate, their undeniable chemistry resurfaces, bringing with it a storm of buried secrets, vengeful exes, and messy pasts. Can they overcome their differences and let love take the reins?

Despite being a dullard Eun Kyung feels she can achieve more, Seo Jun comes to the picture and a funny romance starts between them, it's opposed by Seo Yun Seo Jun's brother who tries to change their fate. Unknown to them someone is out to take both their relationship, family and happiness away....... Blaliyfriction with ❤️

"I, Alec Tawr of Lunar Crest pack, reject you, Elara Wildewood, of Lunar Crest pack," he utters, his voice cutting through the silence. The words sear into my soul, and my heart shatters, broken pieces scattering within me. The pain consumes me, wrapping its icy tendrils around my spirit. "Why?" I ask, letting out a painful cry as my knees give away and I collapse to the floor. Does he think that I agreed to marry Prince Magnus willingly? That I don't wish to be with him? "Why?" I repeat. He blinks and I see him shiver as he clenches his jaw. "Just accept the rejection, El. Make it stop," he says, his voice sharp and hard. I allow myself to cry, letting the tears cascade down my cheeks until I'm a sobbing mess. "I can't. I want you." He clutches his chest and I hate to see him hurting. "It's not possible. Please accept the reception." And so I do it. "I, Elara Wildewood of Lunar Crest pack, accept your rejection." ---- Elara Wildewood knows her life is doomed when she is forced to step in as the substitute bride for Magnus Blackwell, the disabled and cruel Prince of Caelondor. After she is rejected by her mate, she has no choice but to accept her fate. However, after she's wed, she finds out that the truth is not as it seems and the grand palace of Caelondor holds a lot more intrigue and secrecy than she anticipated earlier. Trapped in a web or lies and deception, Elara decides to take control of her life and trains to become stronger. As she gains the admiration of her court, she also attracts the Prince attention's who will stop at nothing to keep her safe.

After surviving an attack by the Brotherhood, Ivy tries to get back to normal life preparing for the launch of Wildwood's retail venture. Unfortunately others have different expectations. The head of the Seers shows up demanding Irina and Nick be turned over to him and Hamilton demands she figure out who else the Brotherhood paid off. Can Ivy figure things out before more attacks occur?

Augusta J. Evans was a Southern writer in the late 19th century who was instrumental in writing historical fiction that depicted and romanticized life in the South during the 1800s.