Novel Web & Cerita Hidden Identity Weak to Strong Mystery

He put his mouth on my throat in front of four hundred people, and nothing happened. A mate’s mark only takes on a true name. Nineteen weeks earlier my father put me in my sister’s clothes, poured her scent over my skin, handed me nineteen doses of the medicine I’ve taken every week since I was four years old, and told his own pack that I had drowned. He never told me what was in the jars. I never asked. I was grateful — nobody else in that house had ever given me anything. So I walked into Ashvale wearing a dead girl’s name, and Alpha Marek Thorne leaned in to scent the bride he’d paid a territory for, and found nothing there at all. Now the whole hall has watched the bond refuse me. Substituting an alliance bride isn’t an insult. It’s fraud against the pack, and the penalty is my life and my father’s land. So my Alpha stands up in front of all four hundred of them, and rejects me. He isn’t permitted to tell me why he did it. Neither is the old woman standing three feet away, who has known what I am since the day I arrived.

After discovering a deadly family secret, Tiffany Smith is betrayed by her own father and left for dead in the middle of the ocean. She survives on a deserted island where she meets a mysterious old man with a dark past. Under his guidance, she transforms from a helpless victim into a fearless survivor. But when the time comes to leave the island, will she return for revenge… or for justice?

"I didn't marry you for love, Elara. I married you for revenge." When Elara Vance takes a high-paying nanny job at the secluded St. Claire estate, she thinks she’s finally found a way to cover her mother’s life-saving medical bills. She doesn't expect to be greeted by Killian St. Claire; a ruthless billionaire who looks at her with a terrifying mix of violent hunger and bitter hatred. Elara is the spitting image of Killian's late wife, Vanessa. Exploiting her crushing debts, Killian forces Elara into a gilded cage: a non-negotiable contract marriage designed to make her suffer for the sins of her father's past. But Elara isn't a meek target. She was armed with a hidden birth certificate discovered inside the manor's locked corridors; one that suggests she is the true St. Claire heir; she steps onto the board to play a lethal game of psychological warfare. When the "dead" wife suddenly returns and a second lookalike steps from the shadows, Elara realizes she isn't just fighting for an empire, she’s fighting for her life. In a house built on blood and deceit, the ultimate vow is the one that destroys them both.

Isla Cross gave up her name on the company letterhead the day her daughter was born, and told herself the trade was worth it, because she still had the marriage. Then a stranger's vacation photo puts her husband's face where it shouldn't be and every time she gets close to proof, he's got an explanation smooth enough to make her doubt what she saw. A suspicious text about his sister. A friend's cryptic warning. A condom that shouldn't exist. And finally, in the lobby of the company she helped build, a receptionist who doesn't recognize her and greets the woman walking in behind her as "Mrs. Cross." Isla stops asking questions out loud. She starts building a case instead, with a little help from the last person she expected to be paying attention.