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After his wife's supposed death, he gets engaged to his children's teacher, but there's a slight problem, the children aren't ready to accept a step mother into their home, they'll fight as much as they can to stop it

I wabonded to Vincent for ten years, but his adopted sister Violet shattered our relationship. After a car accident, I discovered Vincent had secretly broken our bond and formed a new one with Violet. Learning he'd lied about their relationship, blamed me for our pup River's death, and stolen my research, I was devastated. At a school event, a series of confrontations led to me being framed and attacked with acid. Vincent's actions, including choosing Violet over me during the emergency, seemed to seal my fate, and he was told I had died. Ten years later, I returned with my new mate Mark. Vincent, who had been tormented by guilt, was shocked to see me alive . In the end, as I prepared for my binding ceremony with Mark, I learned Vincent had lost his mind, and I was ready to leave the painful past behind.

They threw me out of this city three years ago, calling me crazy, an obsessed medical student trying to ruin a business heir' s life because he chose someone else. Now I' m back, a doctor, ready to face the judgment all over again. But at my parents' suffocating welcome-home party, the news blared, announcing the brain death of renowned neurosurgeon Dr. Ben Carter. My world shattered. My glass hit the floor, and a raw, guttural sob tore through me. Everyone stared, not with judgment for Ethan, but with confusion for a grief I couldn' t name for a man I didn' t remember. They thought I was breaking over Ethan Hayes' engagement to Emily Vance. But I hadn't shed a single tear for him. Instead, I was destroyed by the death of a stranger on the news. That moment, kneeling amidst broken glass and a grief too immense to comprehend, was the beginning. It ignited a desperate, burning need to understand who Dr. Ben Carter was and why his death felt like the end of my world.

I brought the original drafts of the Lloyd Center to my stepsister’s high-society pool party, hoping the gift would finally earn my family's respect. I stood on the edge of the limestone patio, clutching the leather portfolio as fifty pairs of judgmental eyes watched my every move. But the moment I handed the sketches to Corina, she retracted her hand, letting the portfolio sink into the chlorine before throwing herself into the pool with a theatrical scream. My fiancé, Julian, didn't hesitate; he shoved me aside with enough force to twist my ankle and dove in to rescue her. He surfaced with Corina in his arms, looking at me with a mask of pure disgust while the crowd whispered that I was an unstable, illegitimate intruder. My stepmother Eugenia didn't even ask for an explanation before she stepped forward and slapped me across the face, ordering me to get out before she called the police. "Sister, if you're still mad about the inheritance, just say it. Why did you push me?" "Enough! God, Aria. Your jealousy is actually sickening." I stood on shaking legs, looking at the man who had promised to know my heart for two years, only to realize he was just another wolf in the pack. The humiliation burned hotter than the sting on my face, and I realized that in their eyes, I would always be the trash they needed to take out. I yanked the diamond ring off my finger, slammed it onto a table, and walked away from my old life forever. To claim my trust fund and survive, I walked into a dive bar and offered a marriage contract to a broke, mysterious artist named Harland. I thought I was just buying a temporary shield, but I didn't realize that my "poor" new husband was actually a billionaire predator who was already planning to burn my family's empire to the ground.

"You were destined to heal me," he whispered, his scarred face hidden in shadows. "I don't understand," she said, fear and fascination warring within her. "Neither do I," he growled, his voice laced with pain. "But I won't let you go until I do."

spread those legs for daddy I was supposed to call him Daddy out of respect. Now I scream it while he uses me like his personal fuck toy. After my mother's sudden death, my wealthy, devastatingly handsome stepfather Alexander Voss took me in. What began as care quickly turned filthy the night he caught me with a toy and claimed every hole as his own. "You're Daddy's sex toy now, babygirl," he growled, choking me as he fucked me raw. "Every hole belongs to me." Twice my age and dangerously possessive, he keeps me collared, trains me with vibrating plugs in public, and fucks me on his desk during business calls. I know it's wrong. I know I should run. But his degradation, praise, and cum have become my addiction. Now on his private island, Alexander gives me one final ultimatum: fully submit, spread my legs, and carry Daddy's baby... or face the consequences. Will I become his forever breeding toy? Warning: Extremely explicit. Heavy daddy kink, age gap, taboo, breeding, degradation & free-use. 18+ only.

For thirteen years, I waited for my fiancé, Brandon. Our marriage was blocked ninety-nine times by his family's board, or so he told me. Each time, he'd accept a public corporate penalty, playing the martyr for our love. But on the day of the 100th vote, I overheard the truth. The board had approved our marriage every single time. He was the one sabotaging it, fabricating issues to appease his manipulative adopted sister, Kendal. That night, at a "surprise party," he kissed her with a passion he hadn't shown me in years. When I later confronted him about her lies, he shoved me. I fell, my head splitting open on the coffee table. As I lay bleeding on the floor, he didn't help me. He stood over me, protecting his crying sister. "Apologize to Kendal, Averi." That's when I finally saw him for the weak man he was. I wiped the blood from my face, walked out of the life we built, and accepted the marriage proposal from his biggest rival.

On her twenty-fifth birthday, Eveline woke up to the cloying scent of champagne and a ballroom full of contemptuous whispers. Her adoptive sister, Ciara, was clutching her arm with manufactured tears, publicly accusing Eveline of hiring men to kidnap her and ruin the party. Her husband, Frederick, stared at Eveline with pure disgust. "Eveline, I never thought you were this vile." Her biological father slammed a deed of renunciation on the table, forcing her to sever all ties with the family. In her past life, Eveline had sobbed and begged them to believe her innocence. But her frantic denials only earned her deeper scorn from the man she loved.  Frederick had tossed her aside, her biological family had mercilessly abandoned her, and her life was systematically dismantled piece by painful piece until she died in absolute despair. She died never understanding why her desperate, all-consuming devotion was treated like filthy dirt beneath their shoes. Opening her eyes, Eveline realized she had been reborn on the exact day her nightmare began. This time, she didn't shed a single tear. She calmly signed the divorce papers, projected the hidden security footage of Ciara paying off the kidnappers to the entire ballroom, and walked away to reclaim her true billionaire bloodline.

The champagne flute felt colder than the ballroom air at my lavish engagement party to Senator Ethan Prescott, D.C.'s golden boy. In my first life, this night had been a triumph. But tonight, Isabella Vance, Ethan' s mistress, brazenly crashed the party, heavily pregnant and dramatically announcing, "Ethan, this baby is yours." Chaos swallowed the room; cameras flashed, but I felt a chilling calm. In my previous life, this betrayal had led to my career' s ruin, a faked scandal, and a lonely "accident" – Ethan and Izzy' s masterpiece of destruction. Back then, I was broken; now, I simply placed my flute down and announced, clear-eyed and cold, "Our engagement is over." They continued their facade, building a new narrative and trying to publicly shame me at a White House State Dinner. Ethan mocked me, Izzy sneered at my simple dress, and their cronies tried to have me escorted out, believing I was a pathetic ghost from their past. They thought I was weak, a broken woman clinging to the fringes of their brilliant new lives. Every condescending word, every dismissive glance, was a fresh wound, a reminder of the injustice that had cost me everything. Did they truly think I'd just vanish? My heart, once shattered, was now a block of ice, focused solely on retribution. This time, I was no one's pawn. Just as they tried to completely discredit me, President Thompson himself appeared, announcing my true status as his "most trusted advisor," shielding me with the full weight of his office. My father's legacy, my own history saving the President's life, suddenly became my indisputable shield and sword. The real game had just begun.

For seven years, I secretly funneled my family's wealth to build my husband's mafia empire, even paying exorbitant black-market fees to keep his dying mother alive. But today, Julian threw annulment papers onto the mahogany table. He wrapped a possessive arm around his mistress, proudly announcing to a room of armed men that she was carrying his heir. "Sign the papers and walk away, or my men will consign your body to the river," Julian commanded. He mocked me as a fruitless branch, completely useless to his legacy. His mistress smirked, aggressively demanding I get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. The entire room of hardened killers erupted into coarse laughter, reveling in the ultimate humiliation of a discarded, barren wife. They had no idea about the secret I buried. Six years ago, a piece of shrapnel in a drive-by shooting had rendered Julian permanently sterile. To protect his life and fragile pride in a brutal syndicate that despised weak men, I had sworn myself to absolute silence and taken all the insults. I had given him everything, only to be thrown away for a child that couldn't possibly be his. Looking into the cruel eyes of the man I had shielded for half a decade, my last vestige of naive hope withered. I calmly signed the annulment without a moment's hesitation. Then, I pulled out my phone to call the Consigliere of New York's ultimate Don—my father—ready to reduce Julian's holdings to ash.

June was an ordinary architect struggling to pay rent, completely estranged from her high-society mother. But one night, she was kidnapped and beaten in an abandoned warehouse by Gage Becker, the city's most ruthless billionaire, who demanded payback for her mother's sins. Gage pointed a high-definition camera at June's battered face and video-called her mother, threatening to release the footage and ruin her upcoming billion-dollar wedding. "I will never throw away a billion-dollar marriage for a useless daughter." Her mother's cold voice echoed through the warehouse before the line went dead. From that moment, Gage systematically destroyed June's life. She was publicly humiliated and forced to hack off her own hair with a cigar cutter. She was blacklisted from every firm in the city, evicted by her landlord, and violently mugged in a freezing New York blizzard. Curled up in an icy tunnel waiting to die, June felt a suffocating despair. She hadn't spoken to her mother in months. Why did she have to endure this hell for a woman who didn't even care if she lived or died? Why was a monster like Gage so obsessed with driving her to the grave? When Gage's armored Maybach pulled up, he stepped into the snow to mock her, waiting for her to finally surrender and beg for his mercy. But the absolute humiliation snapped the last thread of June's sanity. Instead of crying, she lunged forward with feral energy and sank her teeth directly into the devil's flesh.

Oceana Daciana, who is set to marry the Alpha of her parents' closest friend's son, realises her brother is her mate as soon as she turns eighteen. She was shocked by this discovery after eight years of searching for him, knowing that she had harboured these heated forbidden feelings for her brother since she was a child. Gerard, Oceana's brother, returns home. But he doesn't desire her and pushes her away, knowing the dangers and ramifications of having Oceana as his mate. He must leave. He must locate a replacement for Oceana. Because their union is both prohibited and cursed.    *To check out updates, notifications, questions, sequels to some of my books, and to know about my books, follow me on F$cebook and In$tagram*   (F$cebook) Elena Titania's Author Page.  (In$tagram) elena_titania

For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded. On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman. "Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand." He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence. I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse. But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator. He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war. When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance. He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion. He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory. Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration. Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.

My husband, the Mad Prince of the underworld, once burned down a city block just because a rival looked at me wrong. Now, he forces me to kneel in the freezing New York snow, clad only in thin silk. In his hand, he holds a tablet controlling my comatose brother's life support, threatening to kill him unless I confess to bullying his new mistress. To save my brother, I swallow my pride and confess to a crime I didn't commit. But the stress is too much. I miscarry our child right there, staining the pristine white snow crimson. Dante doesn't even blink. He steps over my bleeding body to comfort his crying mistress, leaving me to scream for our lost baby alone. He thinks he taught me a lesson. He forces me to apologize to the woman who mocked me, even as my stitches tear. He doesn't know that while he was guarding the door to keep doctors out, my brother actually died. He doesn't know I buried the only family I had left in a pauper's grave while he slept with the woman who framed me. On our tenth anniversary, he fills the house with lilies, expecting reconciliation. Instead, I leave the signed divorce papers on the bed, take a handful of grave soil, and vanish into the night. By the time he realizes the truth, I will be a ghost he can never touch again.

Faye Martinez, the beloved sister of Alpha, the most revered princess of The New Arctic Pack, was adored by everyone. But her fate took a turn when Alpha Timerante from The Dark Pack proposed to her. It was a marriage scheme. After they got married, Faye didn't receive any love or care from her husband Timerante. On the contrary, he repeatedly hurt Faye for his lover! Unable to bear it any longer, Faye made a solemn vow to the Moon Goddess. "I, Faye Martinez, reject you, Alpha Timerante Thompson, as my mate! Forever!" ***Author name: Six Cats Copyright belongs to: Ideaink Six Cats

As a "Dragonless" noblewoman, I was nothing but a pawn for my family, engaged off to Ethan Sawyer for profit. But my world shattered when I caught him sleeping with my cousin, Cassia, in what was supposed to be our marital bed. They mocked my lack of magic and plotted to steal my dowry, planning to keep me as a helpless decoration while she ruled the manor. I refused to be their victim. At his family's grand charity auction, I threw the ring back and publicly annulled our engagement. His mother, Lady Eleanor, instantly humiliated me in front of the entire high society. "A Dragonless abandoned by her own family. What right do you have to say anything here?" "Without our protection, you'll become a laughingstock for everyone!" When I projected the magical recording of Ethan and Cassia's affair onto the ceiling, exposing their filthy secrets, Ethan went mad. He lunged at me with bloodshot eyes, ready to kill me right then and there. I stood my ground, bracing for the impact, wondering how I would survive this den of vipers alone. But suddenly, a terrifying draconic pressure brought the entire hall to its knees. The famously ruthless Dragon King, Alaric Kensington, stepped in front of me, his icy blue eyes sweeping the room with killing intent. "Who gave you the nerve to touch my person?" Under the shocked gazes of the people who had just mocked me, the Dragon King gently took my hand and announced to the silent hall. "From this day forward, Aurora Nunez will be my consort."

In a beautiful world of Manhattan's Society and cut-throat business, Alexander Thompson, the most influential CEO of Thompson Industries, meets Ruby Wilson, a very beautiful and shy secretary with an ugly past....... Who got hired by luck in spite of her late arrival at the scheduled interview, Ruby finds it challenging to keep up with Alex's demanding expectations. Yet, as Alex coached her, she became determined and passionate about the job. But their budding connection became threatened when Alex's controlling ex-girlfriend, Vicky Lee, found her way back into Alex's life under the pretence of reconciliation but secretly plotting revenge. Coincidentally, James Parker, a ruthless business competitor, conspired to take over Thompson Industries. As tension rise, Ruby exposed Vicky's schemes and tried to warn Alex to retrieve his steps only to be dismissed admits the confusion that set in. Her past as a stripper was used against her, shaking her confidence and also trying to jeopardize her growing relationship with Alex. Meanwhile, Alex faces the devastating consequences of James attempt to frame him up for fraud, putting the company at risk and thereby trying to damage his reputation. With courage and resilience, Ruby embarks on a daring mission to expose James and Vicky. Her bravery earns Alex's trust and admiration, leading him to reevaluate his feelings for her. Together, they confront their enemies, reclaim Thompson Industries and uncover a love that transcend class and adversity. Immediately they won the battle against their enemies, Alex and Ruby's bond become stronger, with Ruby taking over the leadership position of the company. Their journey from hardship to victory signals a promising future, blending romance, drama and corporate intrigue against the backdrop of New York City's high stake world.

Camila broke into the wrong hotel suite, pointed at the most feared man in the country, and called him a cheating bastard. He should've thrown her out. But then he saw her eyes - the same eyes as the woman he could never forget. That was all it took. Prescott didn't ask who she was - he just made her his. "You can have anything you want - except my love," he warned her. But when she vanished without a trace, the man who claimed he couldn't love went mad trying to find her. He's a devil who doesn't know how to love - until her. She's an ordinary girl caught in a storm of power, secrets, and desire. But she won't break. She won't beg. She'll rise.

"God, you feel incredible," he murmured against my lips, his breath hot and intoxicating. I moaned softly, the sound escaping before I could contain it. It was a mix of desire and longing, a plea for more. His hands explored my curves, tracing the outline of my body, igniting every nerve in me. I gasped as he pressed his body against mine, the hardness of his c*ck a reminder of just how real this was. "Mattias," I breathed, my voice trembling. The way he looked at me, with those intense eyes, made me feel seen in a way I had never experienced. "I want you." He smiled, a wicked grin that made my stomach flutter. "Then let's not waste any more time."

Raven Noir, stolen and sold at birth, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood's elite nightclub empire as stripper, her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice: expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.