Who Killed Martin Luther King Jr.?

story with an intriguing mystery. It would be possible to be born a love in the middle of a tragedy

Valeria Romano was nineteen when her father was murdered. For five years she trained, sacrificed and bled ... building her entire life around one name. Lorenzo De Luca. The mafia king she believed gave the order. When she finally gets her shot at him, he doesn't run. He sits her down and shows her a photograph. The man responsible for her father's death was never Lorenzo. It was her uncle Marco. The man who handed her the wrong name the morning after the murder and watched her chase the wrong target for five years while he rebuilt his empire on her father's grave. Lorenzo proposes a contract marriage ... a strategic alliance that puts them both inside striking distance of Marco before he buries the truth permanently. Valeria agrees. Not because she trusts him. Because Marco Romano just became her real target. What follows is a race against a closing window. Spies inside the estate. A bought witness. A dead man who turns out to be very much alive. Two people who came together as enemies slowly building something neither of them has a name for. And a summit where Valeria must stand before the five ruling families with five years of truth ... and finally make it count. Marco goes to a cell. The war ends. But war leaves marks. The real question driving this story is never whether Valeria can destroy the man who killed her father. It is whether she can survive who she became in the process ... and whether the man she married to win a war is the same man worth staying for when it is over. Some revenge stories end with justice. This one is just getting started.

On Mother's Day, my mother-in-law passed away suddenly in the hospital. And my wife—a top-tier, elite surgeon—personally signed the organ donor consent form and led the team that removed her heart. I rushed to the hospital like a madman to confront her, only to find her calmly pulling off her gloves. "Mike's mother has been waiting for this heart for three years. He saved my life once. This is the only way I can repay him. "Mike has no one left but his mother. Can't you be a little more understanding? I'll bring him to lay flowers for your mother. Let's just put this behind us." I stared at the body on the table, face covered, then at the still-damp blood staining her white coat—and I almost laughed out loud from sheer disbelief. She still had no idea… that heart belonged to her own mother.

I died once. My pack slaughtered. My blood spilled beneath the claws of the Alpha who destroyed everything I loved. But death didn’t keep me. The Moon Goddess pulled me back reborn with only one purpose. Vengeance. Now I walk into the heart of Bloodveil Pack, hiding my true identity. He doesn’t recognize me. Not the girl he crushed beneath his rule. Not the omega who swore she’d see him burn. But fate is cruel. The bond ties me to him Cain Blackthorn, the ruthless Alpha, my sworn enemy… and my mate. Every step I take brings me closer to revenge… and deeper into his darkness. Behind his cold strength lies a curse tearing him apart, and only I can soothe it. To save myself, I must destroy him. To save him, I must betray myself. In a world of blood, lies, and the Moon Goddess’s wrath, love is the most dangerous trap of all.

"Here you go, this is three million dollars. take it and please take the fall for this." Luther looked at me, he had a check in his hand.  Tears fell from my eyes when I realized that the one man I had devoted my life to thought I was only there for his wealth. I clenched my fist, it was enough.  "I reject you Luther as my husband and my mate!" I yelled at the top of my voice, I was looking at him with dread in my heart.  "You can't reject me, you will be nothing without me!" Luther  roared as he looked at me, I knew that there was something a bit wrong but I was not going to be taking it anymore.  "I survived years without you in my life, I can handle it," I said as I walked out of the room.  Selena was left to choose between taking the blame for a crime she didn't commit and making sure that she was free. Selena looks Luther in the eye and rejects him. Selena decides to leave the pack after being married to Luther for almost three years, she was treated like a nobody because she wasn't Luther's fated mate. Selena leaves the Blood Crest Pack and goes back home to her father where it is revealed that she is the Lycan Princess. She meets Luther again, but then she realised that there was a reason for him being that harsh with her. A dangerous for was behind the shadows pulling the strings on the Alpha, Luther was only trying to protect Selena from their plans.  Will Selena ever find it in her heart to forgive Luther?  What are the dark forces trying to hurt the Alphas peace? 

She came to kill him. He was supposed to be her enemy. But the bond they built on lies might be the only real thing either of them has ever had. Zara Merrick has one mission: seduce the Alpha who murdered her sister, earn his trust, and drive a silver blade through his heart. She endures an agonizing ritual that rewires her very biology — altering her scent, implanting false recognition signals, creating an artificial mate bond designed to make the most powerful Alpha in the region believe she is his fated one. She walks into his territory like a weapon wearing a woman's face, and it works perfectly. Ryker Bloodmoon falls for it completely. Or so she thinks. Because Ryker has secrets too — secrets about the night Mia Merrick died, about what her sister really was, and about the truth The Covenant has been hiding from Zara for five years. And when his Beta runs her blood and the lie unravels, Ryker doesn't kill her. He keeps her. Now Zara is a prisoner in the fortress she came to destroy, hunted by the organization that sent her, and haunted by the possibility that everything she believed about her sister — about werewolves, about the war she dedicated her life to — was a carefully constructed lie. Worse, the fake mate bond is dissolving. And what's replacing it feels terrifyingly real.