
Mommy Please Come Back, Daddy Is Sorry
“If you ever call that bastard my child again, I will yank it out of your belly!”
My heart shatters like a knife plunged deep. I stay still, my body shaking.
“Now sign these papers and get out of my life!” he barks, throwing the papers at me. “If I ever see you close to me or my territory, I will have you beheaded in the most painful way imaginable!”
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Isla Monroe had given up everything: her dreams, her wishes, even her best friend; just to please her cold, distant husband. She endured the silence, the neglect, the loneliness, hoping that one day he would change… that he would finally look at her as something more than just the trophy wife.
The day she learned she was pregnant, Isla was accused of an affair with the gardener. The staff turned on her, her family cast her out, and Marcus believed them without question.
Saving her unborn babies was more important than proving her innocence, so Isla left quietly.
“From now onwards, I will be your mother and your father. I will never let those who discarded us come close to you.”
She fled the city. Five years later, Marcus runs into two identical little children who look just like him. They have his red lips and deep blue eyes. He is instantly drawn to them.
“Little one, who is your mother?”
The children point to Isla, the wife he discarded, now powerful and determined to keep him from her children.
“Get away from my children!” she hisses, urging the nannies to take them away. “Didn’t I tell you not to speak to strangers, my babies?”
Marcus is shocked. But what will he do when he finds out she is married to his blood, his rival?
Drama with a twist.
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Chapter: Chapter 22: Why?~Marcus’s POV~The private investigator’s voice on the other end of the line was calm, clinical, and devastating.“Mr. Calloway… the DNA results are conclusive. The twins are biologically yours. Probability over 99.9%. They are your sons.”I stood frozen in the middle of my office, phone pressed to my ear, the world tilting violently beneath my feet. The report continued, but I barely heard the rest, financial trails, timelines, confirmation that Andrew had been with Isla almost immediately after I threw her out.My sons. Owen and Oliver…. are mine.Those two little boys with my eyes, my lips, the ones I had dismissed as another man’s bastards five years ago, they were truly my blood.A sound tore from my throat, raw and broken. I staggered back until my legs hit the desk, sliding down to the floor. The phone slipped from my hand.I couldn't believe it.I had thrown their mother out while she carried them. I had pointed a gun at her. I had screamed that I would rip them from her body
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Chapter: Chapter 21: Cold Enemy~Andrew~ The room was dark except for the single lamp on the mahogany desk. Its warm light spilled across the canvas. I stood before the painting I had created myself over the years, it was a masterpiece of hatred. Marcus stared back at me from the canvas, his face twisted in agony. Deep gashes of red paint slashed across his cheeks and throat. His deep blue eyes, the same shade as mine, were wide with terror and pain. Blood dripped from his mouth, from his nose, from the crown I had painted cracking on his head. He looked broken. Defeated. Exactly how I wanted him. My fingers traced the edge of the frame, almost lovingly. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long. The moment I will finally bring this painting to life. And the time has come. It felt so good that I didn't have to wait anymore. A slow, wicked smile spread across my face as I stepped back, admiring my work. The hatred I felt for my younger brother had been festering since we were children. I was the firstb
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Chapter: Chapter 20: What Scar?~Isla~The penthouse felt like a sanctuary after the chaos. The soft glow of the dining room chandelier cast warm light over the table as we sat down for dinner, just the four of us. No staff. No cameras. Just us… family.Owen and Oliver were still a little subdued from the park incident, but the smell of roasted chicken and vegetables slowly brought their usual energy back. They sat in their booster seats, forks in hand, chatting excitedly about their day.“Mommy, the tower we built was so tall!” Owen said, waving his fork. “Papa helped us make it reach the sky!”Andrew smiled across the table at me, his expression soft and warm. “They have your creativity. Every stick and leaf became something magical.”I laughed softly, reaching over to wipe sauce from Oliver’s cheek. “You two are my little artists. I’m so proud of you.”The meal was filled with light conversation, the twins telling us about the ducks they saw in the park, Andrew teasing them about who built the taller tower. For a
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Chapter: Chapter 19: What is The Truth?~Isla~Children’s laughter echoed around us as the afternoon sun bathed the Luxembourg Garden in a soft golden light. I sat on a bench, watching Owen and Oliver chase each other around the fountain. Their little legs moved with so much energy, their matching blue shirts fluttering in the breeze. Paris had never felt more peaceful or more fragile.My mind, however, was anything but calm.Andrew’s brother.The words Marcus had shouted at the Milan event still rang in my ears. I kept trying to push the thought away, but it crept back like shadows at dusk. Andrew had saved me. He had given me a new life, a new name, a future for my children. He could never lie to me. Not after everything we had been through.I glanced toward the playground. Andrew was kneeling beside the twins, helping them build a tower with fallen sticks and leaves. The boys were giggling, calling him “Papa” with pure joy. The sight warmed my heart and eased some of the tension in my chest.He’s their everything, I tho
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Chapter: Chapter 18: Game ChangedAuthor's POV The living room of the Calloway mansion was usually a place of calculated elegance, crystal decanters, silk cushions, and the faint scent of expensive perfume. Tonight, it felt like a war room on the verge of collapse.Linda Calloway paced back and forth across the Persian rug, her silk robe fluttering behind her. Her face was flushed, eyes wide with disbelief and rising panic. Cara sat on the edge of the velvet sofa, clutching her phone so tightly her knuckles had turned white.“I can’t believe it,” Linda hissed, her voice cracking. “Isla. That Isla. The same pathetic little whore we threw out five years ago like yesterday’s garbage. She’s Aurelia Cole? The designer we’ve been obsessing over? The one whose pieces we’ve been buying like addicts?”Cara let out a hysterical laugh that bordered on a sob. “Mom, did you see her tonight? That gown. That confidence. The way she looked at us like we were nothing. Like we were the frauds. How is this even possible? We destroyed
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Chapter: Chapter 17: Showtime~Isla~The Milan showcase was alive with opulence. Crystal chandeliers dripped from the ceiling like frozen stars, and the soft glow of golden lighting made every piece of jewelry in the room sparkle like it was alive. I stood near the center of the grand hall in a breathtaking midnight blue gown that hugged my curves and flowed beautifully. Around my neck rested a statement piece from my own collection, it was a delicate phoenix rising with twin diamonds at its heart, symbolizing everything I had become.Andrew stood beside me, devastatingly handsome in his tailored black tuxedo. His hand rested lightly on the small of my back, a supportive touch that felt both comforting and strategic. The twins were safe back in Paris. Tonight was about power, not family.I felt unstoppable. Until I heard the commotion at the entrance.Security voices rose sharply. A woman’s shrill protest cut through the murmurs of the crowd.“You can’t do this to us! We are invited guests!”My lips curved into a
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Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha
My new neighbor is a jerk. A grumpy, arrogant shithead.
At first, I was dazzled by his looks; tall, broad-shouldered, hot enough to melt panties at ten feet. But the moment he opened his mouth, I knew I hated him. He’s smug, rude, and way too good at getting under my skin. I’ve never disliked a man more, especially because he's got that 'Ill ruin you' energy and my stupid body wants it.
I want him gone—until he shows up out of nowhere and saves me from getting abducted. And the worst part? The photos go viral. Turns out, my hot, broody neighbor is an NHL hockey star and now the world thinks we’re dating. His PR agent wants us to run with the story. For his reputation and fans.
Fake dating? With him? Great.
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Rhett Lawson isn’t just the world’s hottest hockey player. He’s a powerful Alpha hiding his real identity.
His parents were murdered when he was just a boy, leaving him and his pack scarred and cursed. And the reason he’s in the human world is because the Moon whispered, “You’ll find your greatest enemy and your fated mate in the human world. She holds the key to your redemption.”
His only goal is to find his enemy and the fated mate who holds the key to his redemption. Not get tangled with his annoying neighbor.
THE CRESCENTMOON DUET ◕
Fake Dating My Hockey Alpha
The unforgettable love story of Rhett and Lucy. A tale of passion, sacrifice, and the bond that defies all odds.
Book Two: Fake Bride of the Heartless Alpha
Hyera’s journey, a new character whose destiny intertwines with Atlas, their son. A story of resilience, heartbreak, and the miracle of love that rewrites fate.
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Chapter: Chapter 79: Hope RebornIt’s been a few weeks now, and Hyera is beginning to accept reality for what it is. She knows she cannot change destiny, and dwelling on her greatest desire would only steal her happiness and peace. Just as Atlas had said, when the time comes, they will know how to handle the situation with an heir. It is Rhett and Lucy’s thirty-third marriage anniversary, and a grand celebration fills the CrescentMoon Pack. Their years of undying love and loyalty are honored, and many couples look up to them as an example, wishing to share the same bond. Hyera and Atlas dance happily alongside Maximus and his wife, Helen. Maximus, once shaken by Hyera’s betrayal, eventually healed and forgave her. When he learned she had lost her babies, he couldn’t hold back his tears. He rushed to CrescentMoon Pack and stood by her during that time of great hardship. He expressed his pain and sadness for her loss, and demanded they forget the past and move forward. There was no need for grudges or enmity,
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Chapter: Chapter 78: Unbroken VowsThree years later. It has been three years of nothing but constant peace and success in the werewolf kingdom. The CrescentMoon Pack, as always, is feared. No one dares to make enemies with them or even cross their path. Despite Hyera’s unstoppable achievements and her endless contributions to the stability of the kingdom, she feels incomplete. “It doesn’t matter that he doesn’t care,” she always says. “The Alpha deserves to have a child of his own. We need an heir.” Since she lost the pregnancy and the ability to conceive, she has been broken, locking herself in the bathroom and sobbing for hours. It's a daily routine.Atlas makes sure she never lacks anything—love, care, attention, his undying assurances that they don’t need a baby to be complete. Yet Hyera doesn’t believe him. Nothing changes the emptiness in her heart and mind. Hyera believes Atlas needs an heir. That he must have one. It doesn’t matter where it comes from, he must have one, and she will do whatever it ta
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Chapter: Chapter 77: A Great Win, A Great LossHyera paces back and forth, her chest rising and falling with anxiety. She can feel the pain and suffering of her wolves as they are brutally killed by Xival’s army. But what terrifies her most is the dreadful feeling gnawing at her soul. It isn’t ordinary, it isn’t just the war. Something bigger is coming. She shuts her eyes, and a painful gasp escapes her lips. She sees it: more shadow wolves, hundreds of them, larger and wilder. Xival has prepared a second army. It explains why Rhett and Lucy cannot find him—he is with them, commanding the shadows. “I can’t stay here,” she cries, leaping from the bed. “If I don’t stop them, they will destroy the pack.” “What about your unborn children?” her wolf warns. “You will be putting them in danger.” Her heart drops, but she steadies herself. “God will protect them,” she whispers, tears filling her eyes. “He will not let anything happen to them. If I don’t step in, they will finish us off!” Hyera tricks the guards and slips pa
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Chapter: Chapter 76: The Shadow WarXival relaxes on his seat, the servant preparing the table before him. He cannot wait to welcome his guest. Ever since she informed him their plans had worked, his impatience has grown unbearable. “She’s here, Master!” the guard announces, bowing low. “Send her in,” Xival orders, his deep voice echoing in the chamber. “The Shadow King,” Serah smirks as she walks in. “You look very bright and confident, Serah,” Xival says, his red eyes glowing faintly. “Of course I am,” Serah scoffs. “With your help, I managed to end the life of that lowlife! That bitch who thinks she can just come into my life and take everything away.” The hatred and disdain in Serah’s eyes fills him with satisfaction. Xival is easily drawn to dark emotions, he feeds on them and Serah’s hatred is intoxicating. Though something about it feels off, he doesn’t bother to think much of it. “So she’s dead,” he says with a dark grin. “The one obstacle to finishing off the CrescentMoon Pack is gone.” “Calls f
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Chapter: Chapter 75: Serah's Fall“I'll kill her!” She keeps muttering under her breath as she paces back and forth, anger and resentment boiling in her blood. Serah has been plotting Hyera’s end for days. Every time fear creeps in, it only fuels her rage, making her more determined to silence the Luna once and for all. She cannot stand the thought of hesitation. She is Serah—whatever she wants, she must have. “Calm down, Serah,” her wolf urges, and she forces herself to take a deep breath. “Atlas is mine, Kira! I want him all to myself. I can’t let that stupid girl have him!” Kira rolls her eyes. “You already know what to do. Why don’t you just finish it?” Even Kira has longed for Atlas’s wolf. Though she knows the risk, she is willing to stand by Serah if it means they might claim the love they crave. “Can’t you see?” Serah hisses. “He’s already marked her. He’ll know if anyone tries to hurt her.” “The Moon didn’t make her his second mate,” Kira reminds her. “It’s impossible for him to be that deepl
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Chapter: Chapter 74: Destiny RewrittenThe White Warlocks had been informed that one of their men was dead, and another barely alive after being chained to an enchanted steel that slowly drained his life away. They had only two hours to reach the CrescentMoon Pack with Ani. “Don’t worry, baby,” Atlas whispered, pulling Hyera close against his chest. “They’ll be here soon, just a few minutes more.” She nodded, holding him tighter, her heart pounding with anticipation. They spent the next few minutes speaking quietly about the White Warlocks. Both of them knew that war with them would cost far more than they could afford to give. Peace, however fragile, seemed the only way to settle the blood feud. “They are here,” Adam announced, his voice breaking the silence. Hyera’s eyes filled with tears as she rushed out. “Where’s my mother?” she cried, her voice trembling. “Mother!” she exclaimed, breaking into sobs as she threw herself into Ani’s arms. “My girl,” Ani whispered weakly, caressing Hyera’s hair with trembli
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