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On the day of her wedding, Elena Bianchi was left standing alone in a church. For the nineteenth time, Don Giovanni Rossi failed to appear. His excuse was the same as always—Lina was 'dying' again. This time, the humiliation went further. While Elena waited in her wedding dress, a video call arrived. On the screen, the lace veil her mother had left her—the one promise Elena had sworn to keep—was being torn apart by Lina’s dog as Lina laughed and urged it on. Giovanni followed with a careless apology. He promised to buy her a better one. That veil had been the last thing her mother ever gave her. Elena did not cry. She did not argue. Instead, she made a call no one in the Italian underworld dared to make. Seven years later, the Rossi family had fallen. Their power was gone. Their allies had turned away. And Giovanni—once untouchable—stood among the defeated, waiting to receive the Donna of the most powerful Mafia family. He never expected it to be Elena. Now married to Rafael Bellini, Elena was no longer the woman abandoned at the altar. She was Bellini’s Donna—calm, ruthless, and beyond his reach. The veil that had once been fed to a dog had become a crown. And the man who had destroyed her was now her enemy. In a world ruled by bloodlines, loyalty, and vengeance, Elena proved one unbreakable truth: A woman cast aside by a Mafia king did not disappear—she rose, and she returned as his reckoning.

Odessa Neilson believes her life will somehow change after getting engaged to Matteo, until the night of their engagement party. Until she is falsely accused of stealing and cheating from her fiance. And as a final step in getting rid of her, Matteo tells his two closest friends to defile and murder Odessa after he has rejected her as his mate. But, just as Odessa is about to die, fate grants her the chance to be reborn in a time opposite to her own in order to alter the events that led to her untimely death and exact her sweet revenge. And there, she realizes that she has taken on the identity of Claudette Silverstone, the last surviving heiress of the Silver Moon Pack. Being the last surviving heiress, Claudette, will use her role as the most desired Luna Bride of the Silver Moon Pack in order to manifest her resolute mission to avenge herself from those men who have wrong and killed her.

After a century, the demon prince is about to get his reward for saving a man's life—and that is Sophia. Will the Prince of Hell convince Sophia that she is his property from the very start? Or will he be the one to surrender to Sophia's charm? And what if his other brother interacts with all of his plans, regarding the woman? Is he ready to choose between love and the throne?

A flicker of hope, a spark amidst the neon grime of New Shanghai. Anya, a slave to the Volkov Mafia, had long buried her emotions under layers of calloused defiance. Years of servitude had carved a burning desire for vengeance into her soul. Then, a whisper of rebellion arrived – a message smuggled in a package, hinting at a Volkov family secret. Anya's heart, long numbed, stuttered awake. This wasn't just a chance to escape; it was a weapon. A weapon to dismantle the empire that had stolen her life, her family, everything. But the path to freedom was a razor's edge. Fear gnawed at her, a constant companion in the Volkov's watchful gaze, their merciless enforcers lurking in every shadow. Yet, a flicker of something else bloomed – a strange, almost forgotten warmth, a sliver of the person she used to be. Could she trust it? As Anya navigated the labyrinth of lies and high-tech security, a deeper truth unfolded. This Volkov secret wasn't just about her escape; it was a key to exposing a far-reaching conspiracy, one that could reshape the city's criminal web. Suddenly, Anya's burning desire for revenge transformed. It wasn't just about herself anymore. It was about a sliver of justice, a chance to dismantle a system that preyed on the weak. But with this newfound purpose came a terrifying weight of responsibility. Was she strong enough to risk everything, to ignite a war she might not survive? The weight of human emotions – fear, anger, and a desperate yearning for freedom – threatened to suffocate her. The price of vengeance was steep, and Anya had to decide if she had the strength to pay it.

"Marry me, or face the consequences," he growled. Megan’s nails dug into her palms, fury simmering beneath her fear. How dare he? How dare this arrogant billionaire claim a child he never wanted? "My family is bloodthirsty, Megan. They’ll take the baby—with or without you." Her heart slammed against her ribs. She had run from one nightmare, only to walk into another. A one-night stand was supposed to be an escape. A mistake. But now, she’s carrying his child, and Alexander Zeus—the most ruthless man in New York—won’t let her go. Now, she has two choices: become his wife… or risk losing everything. Running away from her past which haunted her, Megan runs into the arms of Alexander Zeus, a ruthless billionaire. What happens when a perfect love story blooms and her past catches up with her? Will love win at the end of the day or will this…be different? Content warning! R18+

CHASE I've lived in the shadow of this curse my whole life, and the fate of my entire pack depends on me finding my mate and completing our bond.  Now that I have found my fated mate, I will do anything to keep her safe. Even if it means dying in the process. ASHER I have been searching for my Queen since I knew about prophecy. I am meant to be king and I'll do anything to claim the power. Finding out that my queen is the fated mate of my biggest rival won't stop me from taking her for myself. KAELEIGH All I ever wanted was to be left alone, but now l I've met my fated mate, and he needs our bond to break a curse on his entire pack. If only I could access my wolf, that's trapped inside me. I must do anything save him and the pack. Even if it means sacrificing my love for him, and agreeing to promise myself to his biggest enemy.

Angel Artego, a previous runway Model in her previous year before the car accident happened years ago, wala itong maalala. Since that day Micaelum Hernandez has been her anchor to survive in a world that runs by money. Everything will change when Ambrose Damon Delvego finds Cael, full of vengeance. In a snap, Cael went into comatose.

En la competencia de pociones, mi hermana adoptiva me robó la poción que yo misma preparé y, gracias a eso, se llevó toda la gloria de la noche. Nadie imaginaba que aquel torneo, más que un espectáculo cualquiera, era en realidad la forma en que el clan de los Serpientes elegía esposa para su heredero: un hombre temido por su crueldad e incapaz de tener hijos. Esa misma noche, el clan de los Serpientes mandó un contrato nupcial: la autora de la poción debía casarse con el heredero. Cuando mi prometido se enteró, perdió la cabeza. Sin pensarlo dos veces, se acostó con mi hermana y así sellaron su pacto. Con la marca del lobo todavía quemándole la espalda, mi hermana se plantó frente a mí, descarada, restregándome en la cara lo que había conseguido. —Tu prometido ya es mío, querida hermana. ¿Y ahora qué? En tres días cumples veinticinco y, si nadie se casa contigo, el Consejo te va a mandar con uno de esos errantes, viejos y abusivos que nadie quiere. Ella creía que me tenía acorralada. Se equivocaba. Aún me quedaba una salida. Fui a buscar a mis padres, que en ese momento intentaban arreglar el desastre causado por mi hermana. —Si ella no quiere casarse con el heredero de los Serpientes —dije con firmeza—, ¡entonces lo haré yo!

El día del control prenatal, mi esposo Emilio estaba ocupado en el trabajo, pero su amiga de la infancia, con quien llevaba años de coqueteo, Laura se ofreció a llevarme en auto. En el camino, de pronto giró el volante y el vehículo se estrelló de lleno contra la parte baja de un camión de carga; la carrocería quedó aplastada al instante. No llamé a mi esposo, que era médico de urgencias, sino que marqué al servicio de emergencias y esperé el rescate, solo porque, en mi vida anterior, lo primero que hice fue llamarlo para que me llevara al hospital. Al final, el bebé se salvó, pero Laura murió en el acto por la gran pérdida de sangre. Él decía que no me culpaba, que me recuperara tranquila, incluso me consiguió una habitación individual en el hospital. Pero el día del alta, me llevó a la tumba de Laura, allí, me clavó un cuchillo en el vientre; el bebé murió y yo quedé al borde de la muerte. Sus ojos estaban llenos de un odio encendido, y, ante mis súplicas, solo dijo con frialdad: —¡Si no hubieras girado el volante a propósito, Laura no habría muerto! ¡No creas que por fingir inocencia voy a creerte! Ojo por ojo: ¡quiero que la acompañes en la tumba! ¡El dolor que ella sufrió antes de morir, tú lo vivirás diez veces... cien veces más! Giró el cuchillo con fuerza, una y otra vez, atravesando mi cuerpo. La sangre salpicó sobre la lápida, tiñendo de rojo el nombre de Laura. Cuando abrí los ojos, estaba de vuelta en el lugar del accidente.

"Miss Hudson, we have prepared a corpse identical to you, just as you requested. It will be delivered to your wedding with Mr. Warhol in ten days." Hearing the voice on the other end of the line, Violet Hudson felt a small knot of tension unwind inside her. "Alright. Thank you." "You're welcome. This is our job. Please rest assured—no one will ever suspect a thing." With that guarantee, she exhaled, the weight on her chest easing just a little. After confirming the final details once more, she ended the call and pushed open the door to the private room. The noise inside had been a constant hum, a mix of voices overlapping, but the moment she stepped in, silence fell like a curtain.