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At my coming-of-age party, Dad told me to choose one of the three boys I had grown up with to marry into the family. The first to step back was my childhood friend, the boy who had grown up with me in the orphanage. The second was the bodyguard’s son, who had once taken three knife wounds for me. He shook his head without hesitation. As for the man I was supposed to marry through a family alliance, the same man who had held me just yesterday and promised he would never marry anyone but me, he looked at me with open ridicule. “Mr. Deen, isn’t this a bit too much? Everyone knows Emma was kidnapped for more than ten years. Those kidnappers were insane. Who knows what they might’ve done? I’m not about to marry damaged goods. If you’re really serious about an alliance, why not marry your other daughter, Isabella, to me instead? Someone like Emma is only suited for men who live in the shadows.” He glanced around the room, then pulled a boy from the corner—a quiet young man who had been standing there with his head lowered. Together with the other two, he laughed as they shoved me straight into the boy’s arms. “What a perfect match!” one of them jeered. “The used goods and a bastard son!” What was supposed to be a grand ceremony to choose my husband turned into a public humiliation for me alone. Later, they told me the reason they had done it was all part of a little game with Isabella. “As long as Bella is happy, we can honor our promises to you afterward.” They all assumed I would do what I had always done before—swallow the humiliation and shamelessly continue following them around. However, this time, I didn’t want to humiliate myself anymore, because I was indeed getting married, and the groom was the very man they pushed into my arms earlier that night. As for Isabella and their little game, I wasn’t playing along anymore.

On the company's designated monthly day off, Gigi Lott, Donald Hoover's secretary, posted an Instagram story. The caption read, "So what if you're the boss of me when we're at work during the day? At night, I'm the one on top!" In the photo, she was lying atop a water bed covered in rose petals, and the usually stern Donald was kneeling down to massage her feet for her. From his pocket hung a brand new golden necklace. Just that morning, I bought several gold bars and gave them to Donald while beseeching him to make our relationship public. He happily took the locket from me, but when I tried to take a photo of us with our phone, he smacked my phone out of my hands, smashing it into pieces. With a look of pure derision, he declared, "Why don't you take a good look at yourself in the mirror first? You really are a motherless wretch who wasn't raised right. Look at the lengths you'd go to just to ruin me!" Throughout the last five years, I had meekly gone along with his demand that we keep our relationship a secret, claiming it was because office romances were forbidden. But now, I was abruptly hit with the realization of how laughable it all was. The next day, I sent my father a message. "I admit defeat. I'm willing to come home and inherit the family business."

As I head to see my boyfriend, Howard Schultz, who is working late, I get into a car accident. I call him dozens of times for help, but he doesn't answer a single one. Staring at his brightly lit office building not far away, I sink into despair. When I wake up in the hospital, I see a post from his subordinate. It's a picture showing the reflection of the two of them in the glass door, standing far closer than they should, with the caption, "What do I do when my boss is scolding me late at night?" Unwilling to believe it, I call him again. This time, he finally answers. My voice trembles. "Howard, I got into a car accident…" "Celine, I'm still working. I'll send my assistant to take care of it, okay? Be good. I'll see you after I come back from my business trip." I try to say more, but his angry shout suddenly cuts through the line. "Crystal Jennings! You're only allowed to bring one suitcase for this trip. Why do you have three? Do you think we're going on vacation?" Crystal Jennings—the new intern Howard just hired. I stare at the disconnected call, tears drying on my cheeks. I then call my parents instead. "I agree to the engagement you arranged."

On the day of my 30th birthday, my CEO wife, Sabrina Langford, leaves hurriedly at 3:00 am. She claims that there's something urgent going on at the company and that she won't be home the whole day. Later on, Timothy Cross, the low-income university student that Sabrina has been sponsoring, updates his social media feed. In the photo, I see Sabrina standing at the side of the road in a bikini. Two big apples are balanced on her 36D bust. The caption of the photo is, "The beautiful and hot CEO has personally come over to my house to help me sell the homegrown apples. You'll regret it if you don't buy these apples from me!" My brows are drawn into a frown immediately. When I call Sabrina, the call goes through rather quickly. "I told you I'm very busy at the company right now. If you disturb me again, I'm not going to forgive you this easily!" After that, Sabrina ends the call. But right before the call gets cut off, I can hear a car honking in her background. I'm not mad at her at all. She likes helping others to sell fruits, right? I might as well lend her a helping hand. So, I share the social media post to the company's group chat. The message I've drafted is, "Does anyone here want a batch of rotten apples? I'll even throw in a second-hand wife for free."

Kanya Klopper gave three years of her life to one man, her boss and her first love. When they got together, he made it known to the whole office. He held her hand in front of everyone and looked proud to have her. Now, he barely looks at her. Yesterday, he ended it. He said he cheated. He said there was another woman. He broke every promise he once made like it meant nothing. Today, Kanya still has to walk into the same office, still work under him, and still answer every time he calls her name. She does not know how long she can keep doing this, seeing him every day and watching him act like a different man, like their three years never happened. But Kanya can’t bring herself to walk away. Because if he really cheated… why does it feel like he’s hurting too?

Kali once said, "Deus' Creations change so fast. Yesterday they cared, today they don't." ... As the threat started to enter in the Twins of Purgatory's life, a new chapter of training comes to enhance their Hold(Magic) also started. As the peace that they experienced in times of their training is still constant, little did they know, the dark continent is planning to break it. So, when Kali and Royalties go far from Mundo da Fantasia, dark continent grab the opportunity to ruin the peace of Mundo da Fantasia. Also, the prophecy that was told by Santos Esmeralda begun to bloom... THE PROPHECY... "AS THE SOLIS KISS LUA, ITS FORETELL TO BATTLE AIMS" "OATH OF FALLEN WILL RISE AND BECAME THOUGH" "THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER'S LIFE WILL CLAIM" "AND CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH" "BLOOD CONTAMINATE THE WATER" "DESPAIR WILL BE THE SMELL OF WIND" "HARVESTRY OF LIFE WILL BE IN DESTROYER" "UNKINDLED THE FLAME AND BREAK THE SINNERS BIN" "DARKNESS WILL SUCKS THE LIGHTS" "AFRAID NOT, THE CHILD OF PROPECY WILL UPHEAVE" "ENRICH BY THE KNOWLEDGE OF ENLIGHTEN" "BRING BACK THE FALLEN AND ALL WILL BE UNCLEAVE" ...

"What if I am jealous?” he whispered in my ear. “What if I can’t stand that my father gets to be the one who beds an absolute goddess while I’m stuck being her stepson?"His scent surrounded me and there was nowhere for me to escape."I want you, Aria. I can’t stand the thought of you being my stepmother.”I felt his strong hands caress my back, reaching for the zipper of my dress and slowly beginning to undo it. Before I knew it, the crimson dress had fallen to the ground, revealing my body clad only in black lace lingerie...***Yesterday I was still an illegal healer, born and raised in the slums, struggling to pay rent.Today I am to marry the wealthiest Alpha in Romulus City. Life should be easy going forward, right?Until I meet my husband's son.My Father's Luna is My Mate is created by Reina Bellevue, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

“Sign the papers, Lyra. My true mate has returned, and a substitute is no longer required in my bed.” Alpha Tristan Crowne’s voice is as cold as the ice he dominates, but his touch still ignites a fire I can’t extinguish. For two years, I’ve been the secret Luna of the Crowne Mafia empire—a placeholder for a fallen bloodline, a shadow in the sheets of a man who never intended to keep me. Now, Selene Voss is back to claim her throne, and I’m being discarded like yesterday’s tactical report. But I’m carrying a secret that will shatter the foundations of the Cheshire Territory: a secret Alpha heir he commanded me to destroy. As the brutal world of werewolf Mafia politics collides with the high-stakes intensity of professional hockey, I must vanish before my possessive husband scents the change in my blood. In this game of wolves and war, the puck isn't the only thing at risk—it's my heart and my pup's life. Genres: Modern Werewolf Romance, Mafia Romance, Secret Pregnancy, Forced Proximity.

As the fated mate of Loki Whalen, Alpha of the Darkshadow pack, I once believed I would be his only Luna for life. Today, that lie shatters. On the pack's registry, my name has been crossed out as Loki's mate. In its place is Maya Hemmings, his true love, whom he claimed had left the pack years ago. The truth is cruel. In that instant, the excruciating pain of a bond rejection tears through my soul. That's when I finally understand that my weakness from the past year isn't from the heartache of failing to conceive, but the aftermath of our severed mate bond. Loki needs my powerful bloodline to bear him an heir and solve the plague, the Blight, that's spreading through the pack. What he doesn't know is that the healer told me yesterday that I'm carrying the twin pups he's always dreamed of. Since his love is a lie, I have no reason to stay. Now, I will leave and take his true heirs with me.

On our wedding anniversary, my CEO husband, Michael Grant, invited me to watch the ocean with him. Tragically, a typhoon hit. I stood there in the raging wind and rain for over two hours, and he never showed up. In the end, all I got was a text that he was suddenly going on a business trip and couldn’t make it. Right after that, his intern, Nora Blake, posted a video on her social feed. It showed my usually pampered husband barefoot while helping fishermen haul crates of seafood. Her caption read: "Our hardworking CEO loves to get his hands dirty!" I laughed and commented: "Diligent and enduring—a true role model for us all." The company Slack channel instantly exploded. Everyone was betting on whether I’d finally blow up this time. Michael called me, his voice tight with fury, "Lauren West! What the heck did you mean by posting that comment? Are you trying to humiliate Nora in public? "It was a typhoon. I helped her family move some fish. What’s the big deal? You’re such a pampered little princess who has no idea how hard life really is. Delete that comment now. I’ll take you to the coast another day." Disgust churned in me. I replied, "Let a man who’s already rolled in the mud take me to the ocean? Forget it." Yes. Michael was now tainted, and I didn’t want him anymore.