Alana Bakwan Fight Back

Three years ago, Adrian Wolfe, a ruthless billionaire, and Elena Carter, a talented architect, had a whirlwind romance that ended in a bitter divorce. Adrian's obsession with work and his cold, detached nature pushed Elena away. Feeling unseen and unloved, she walked out of his mansion—and his life—determined to build her own success. Now, Elena has made a name for herself in the industry and is living her best life—until she lands a high-profile contract that puts her face-to-face with the man she swore to leave behind. Adrian, who never truly got over her, is her new client. At first, Elena is determined to keep things professional, but Adrian has other plans. He never wanted the divorce and now sees this as his second chance. He’s willing to chase, fight, and prove to her that he’s changed. But Elena isn’t convinced. She refuses to fall for the same man who once shattered her heart. As they work together, buried emotions resurface. Sparks fly, but so do old wounds. Adrian is used to winning in business, but can he win back the only woman he ever loved? And when a hidden truth about their past comes to light, will it break them apart forever—or finally bring them back together?

Betrayed by her husband and half-sister, stripped of everything she owned, and left to die in the streets—Susan’s life ended in tragedy. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. Waking up one year in the past, pregnant with the child she lost, she has a second chance. This time, she won’t beg. She won’t suffer. She will make them pay. With ruthless intelligence and a master plan, she builds an empire to destroy the man who destroyed her. But as secrets unravel and an unknown force watches from the shadows, one question remains— Was she the only one who came back?

Iridina Luis had it all—money, status, and a wonderful husband. Until betrayal destroyed her life. Accused of a crime she didn’t commit and left to die in a staged car crash, she vanished into thin air. But she didn’t die. Five years later, she returns as Irene Nowell, a strong, unrecognisable woman, and hell-bent on destroying everything that ruined her. Her target is her ex-husband’s dynasty. Her weapon? A phony business proposition with her former husband… who doesn't even remember her. But there is one issue: Jaxon Black—Kieran’s cunning, black sheep brother. He isn't fooled by her deception. And worse? He sees her. When sparks fly and secrets come out—especially about her son—Iridina must decide between revenge and the only man who might just love her right. Kieran wants her back. But this time, she's choosing herself, her son and the brother who never let go of her.

News of my groom's death arrived, but I shed no tears. Instead, I quickly reclaimed his shares and had his death officially recorded. Why? I was reborn. In my previous life, my family had adopted three boys to accompany me since childhood, all of whom were potential candidates to be my husband. As the heiress of the wealthiest family in the country, my father feared I wouldn't be happy marrying someone else we weren't familiar with. I chose Jayden, the most capable of the three brothers—but just three days after the wedding, he passed away. In my grief, I gave up on remarriage. With Jesse and Joel's persuasion, I lived the rest of my life as a widow. Upon reaching eighty, I went to Massalia, where we once pledged our love. There, I encountered Jayden…who had supposedly died sixty years ago! He was living with my maid, who had gone missing decades ago, surrounded by children and grandchildren, living a happy and contented life. When I realized I had been deceived my whole life, I was so enraged that my vision suddenly darkened. I died of a brain hemorrhage on the spot. When I awoke, I had returned to the day the news of his death had arrived. Let's see how a man who should have died intended to continue living!

In one night, Valentina's life took a drastic change when her husband, Nathaniel Jackson accused her of seeing another man, and sent her out of the house she had known to be her home—her haven. She passed out on the cold street and was rescued by a stranger, and when she woke up to find herself on a hospital bed the next morning, she was told she had lost her baby. Five years later, Valentina was now an heir to a prominence organization that Nathaniel, her ex-husband had been striving to get into. Their path crossed and Nathaniel realized his ex-wife was the only one who could help him to get what he want. He need her, more than he had ever needed her before.

If he had known she was pregnant with his quadruplets, would he have thrown her in jail for a crime he knew she did not commit?. Freya was married to Cassian, millionaire CEO and most sought after bachelor. To everyone he was the prince charming, to her he was the devil. He treated her with disgust and hate. “I only married you because I wanted to secure that deal, I wish you get that through your head and sign the divorce already." He told her the night before she caught him having sex with her sister. Freya had been holding onto a silver thread of hope, waiting for the day Cassian would finally love her back. But when she finds Cassian having sex with her big sister, she's devasted. In order to get her out of the picture, her sister frames her for a heinous crime and Cassian throws her in jail. When a mysterious man comes looking for Freya to tell her she's a billionaire heiress, would Cassian come chasing her back? When he finds out the quadruplets are his, would he ask for a second chance? When he sees Freya falling in love with a billionaire, would he regret his actions and wish she would take him back? Would he come begging on his knees? Would she take him back?

Claire's love for Richard was legendary—three years of devotion that everyone envied. Until the day she found her best friend Monica on top of her husband in their living room, and her world shattered. "Sign it, Claire," Richard said, tossing divorce papers at her hospital bed, his once-warm blue eyes now ice cold. "You disgust me. You're clingy, obsessed, and suffocating." One year later, Claire Winfred returns to town—transformed, powerful, and engaged to billionaire Alexander Hayes. But she hasn't come back for a new beginning. She's come back for revenge. Now she's the one calling the shots, trapping Richard behind his desk, her hand gripping his tie. "Tell me, Richard," she purrs, "do you still find me disgusting?" "Yes," he lies, even as his body betrays him. "Then explain why you're so hard right now." The seduction has begun. But in a game this dangerous, who will be the hunter and who will be the prey?

Avery is a full housewife without a job and a child, she has always harbored the desire to be a painter and always fully had her husband's support but everything came crashing down when she caught her husband and her adoptive sister having an affair. On the very night, she caught her husband, Jake couldn't leave Avery alive due to the fact they had to keep their affair for him to be able to become the heir, he and Isabella conspired and had Avery killed by assassins. * * * Avery woke and found herself in a popular actress's body whose name was Eileen, she realized her soul had transmigrated into Eileen's body but still had both her and Eileen's memories. The very first day she found herself in Eileen's body, she realized she was already married to an unknown man. With high hopes, Avery was taken by surprise on her consumption night when she found her so-called husband lying in a coma. “ How are we supposed to enjoy this night together in this state, dear husband?”

I've been married to Ryan Hardin for nine years. He's a pureblood and the Alpha of Silverfang Pack. And I'm just a "temporary Luna" picked for a political alliance within the pack. In those nine years, he's brought home 199 women. Tonight makes it 200. She's a freshly turned Omega who flirted with Ryan at a party. He didn't turn her down. Instead, he brought her back to the home we share. When the woman walks through the door and sees me sitting on the living room couch, she doesn't bother hiding the mockery in her eyes. "Alpha Ryan, so this is the Luna you still haven't bothered to mark?" she asks with a smirk. Ryan leans back in his chair and answers lazily, "Yeah." She strolls over, looks down at me, and smiles smugly. Then, she reaches out and pats my face. Her voice is soft, but every word drips with provocation. "Make sure you listen tonight. I'll show you what it really takes to drive Alpha Ryan wild." That night, I'm forced to sit outside their door, listening to every sound as they sleep together. It feels like a ritual meant to strip me of every last shred of dignity. By morning, Ryan comes downstairs like nothing happened. His expression is cold as he orders, "Make breakfast. I want raw meat and coffee." I tell him no. Maybe he's forgotten, but we're only bound by an agreement. We've never officially been marked as mates. And today is the third-to-last day before that agreement ends.

She walked away from fate. Now fate refuses to let her go. “I’m not doing the ceremony, Tristan. I’m not accepting this bond.” He went still. Voice cold, almost hollow. “You’re the only person I’d burn the fucking world for—and you’re still running.” — Eleanor never believed in fated mates. How could she? Not after her father left her mother and abandoned them—even though they were bound by the mate bond. Not after her first love, Tristan, shattered her heart and married someone else. Not even when her own mate left her and their daughter to chase his “true bond.” Now a single mother hardened by betrayal, Eleanor returns to the Nightshade Pack to rebuild her life—but finds that Tristan is now Alpha… and her fated mate. Tristan has his own scars. The guilt of losing his wife. The pain of pushing Eleanor away. The weight of duty that never stops pressing on his shoulders. He doesn’t trust the bond either. But the pull between them is fierce, primal, impossible to ignore. Eleanor wants a choice. Tristan wants redemption. Fate wants blood, sweat, and surrender. And when old wounds reopen and past secrets rise, they’ll have to decide: accept the bond—or let it consume them.