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Alors que mon accouchement approchait, un trou énorme est soudainement apparu dans la comptabilité d'armement de la famille Gauthier. Les hauts responsables ont immédiatement pris une décision. Moi, l'épouse du chef de la famille, celle qui n'avait soi-disant rien de mieux à faire, j'ai été envoyée personnellement vérifier l'arsenal. Je pensais que ce n'était qu'une simple formalité. Mais je ne m'attendais pas à ce que Léa Morel, la sœur adoptive de mon mari Gabriel Gauthier, profite de l'occasion pour faire exploser tout l'arsenal. La détonation était assourdissante. Les flammes ont illuminé tout le ciel. J'ai été coincée sous les décombres effondrés, incapable de bouger. Une douleur violente m'a lacéré le ventre, comme si une lame me déchirait de l'intérieur. Pourtant, je n'ai pas appelé la ligne privée prioritaire de mon mari. À la place, j'ai envoyé un signal de détresse à mon père, parce que, dans ma vie précédente, j'avais contacté Gabriel dès la première seconde de l'explosion, en utilisant cette ligne prioritaire. L'enfant avait donc finalement survécu. Mais Léa avait disparu dans l'explosion, sans laisser la moindre trace. En apparence, Gabriel disait ne pas m'en vouloir. « Léa n'était qu'une étrangère de la famille. Rien n'est plus important qu'un héritier. » Il avait même dépensé une fortune pour faire venir des spécialistes en obstétrique, chargés de veiller sur moi chaque jour, me répétant sans cesse de rester tranquille et d'attendre sereinement l'accouchement. Mais le jour où j'avais accouché, tout avait changé. Il m'avait enfermée de ses propres mains avec mon enfant dans un entrepôt abandonné imbibé d'essence, avant d'y mettre le feu. Nous avons brûlé vifs. « Si tu n'avais pas fait exprès de gagner du temps, Léa ne serait jamais morte. Tu crois vraiment pouvoir me tromper en jouant la victime innocente ? Tu rêves ! » « Tu aimes jouer avec le feu ? Très bien. Je vais te faire ressentir toi-même le désespoir qu'elle a connu à la fin ! » Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, je suis revenue au moment même de l'explosion de l'arsenal.

Tres meses después de que mi esposo, Josiah Erikson, desapareciera en un accidente de esquí, lo vi en un bar. Él reía a carcajada limpia, con un brazo envuelto naturalmente alrededor de los hombros de su «mejor amiga», Mónica Jones. —Menos mal que se les ocurrió esta idea. Casi había olvidado cómo se siente la libertad. Uno tras otro, sus amigos chocan sus copas con él y le preguntan cuándo planea reaparecer. Bajó la mirada y lo pensó antes de decir: —En una semana. Apareceré cuando ella se haya vuelto completamente loca buscándome. De pie entre las sombras, lo vi saborear su libertad, y entonces llamé a mi amiga que trabaja en la oficina estatal de registros civiles.

The prophecy about the apocalypse of the wolf clan is gradually fulfilled when all the werewolves in the world suffer from a strange disease, or the ancients think it is a deadly curse. And 18 years ago, Alina was born; she was the only one who miraculously resisted the strange disease. The same unique ability brings countless troubles to Alina's life when she becomes the target of werewolves hunted across the continent. Alina's beloved father and her pack had to sacrifice to protect her. Alina flees everywhere and is captured by Alpha Elmer; she accidentally becomes a test subject. Ironically, on the night of her 18th birthday, Alina discovered Elmer was her mate. However, there are too many misunderstandings between them. Can Alina accept someone who sees her as an experiment? And Elmer, comparing love with Alina and his pack, how will he choose? Will he protect her amidst the stalking of bad guys? Or will Elmer choose to sacrifice Alina to serve his research goals?

During an ambush, I risked everything to save Matthew, but in doing so, I lost the ability to stand—my legs were permanently damaged. Matthew was devastated. Holding me close, he swore he would love me forever and never betray me. Overwhelmed with emotion, I agreed to marry him. In secret, I sought medical treatment, and after a long, gruelling journey, the day finally came when the doctor told me I could walk again. Overjoyed, I rushed home, eager to share the incredible news with him. However, the moment I pushed open the door, my world collapsed. Matthew was fooling around with his female assistant—right there in our home. On our bed. Wrapped in each other's arms, they kissed passionately, completely lost in the moment. As things heated up, the woman gazed at him and murmured, "Matt, why don't you just leave that cripple? She can't satisfy you at all." "Don't you love the thrill of sneaking around? It wouldn't be nearly as exciting if I left her." A wave of icy rage surged through me. So that was what our marriage meant to him—nothing more than a twisted game, a joke between him and his mistress. Drained and heartbroken, I turned and walked out. That night, I booked a flight back to my hometown. I was done with this city. Let Matthew live with his regret.

They say the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes. They lied. Kira should have been happy. She had everything a wolf could want: a handsome Alpha mate, a powerful pack alliance, a baby on the way. The Oracle had confirmed it—Asher was her fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess herself. But mate bonds don't burn like brands. They don't make your wolf go silent. And they definitely don't fail when you're bleeding out from a miscarriage at five months pregnant. As Kira was dying on her bedroom floor, the truth finally broke through the magic that had blinded her: the bond was fake. A witch had cursed her father into silence, manipulated an Oracle, and crafted a false mate bond to drain Kira's life force—all for a ritual that required her death. And in her final moments, Kira felt it: the REAL bond. A pull she'd never felt with Asher, calling to her from across the territory. Too late to save her. Then she woke up. Two years earlier. The day before her mating ceremony. Now Kira has twenty-four hours to stop a wedding that will kill her, save a father who physically cannot warn her, and somehow find the mate she's actually bonded to—an Alpha who's supposed to be her pack's enemy. But the witch is watching. One wrong move and her father dies. The false ceremony happens tomorrow. And Asher? He's starting to suspect the bond isn't real either.

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To the world, I was Mrs. Ward—the untouchable queen beside the mafia king of New York, Elias Ward. But I knew my husband never loved me. His heart had always belonged to Harper Dinah. His nephew’s wife. And after that nephew conveniently died, Elias brought her into our mansion, “I just want to take better care of her,” he’d said. And his version of “care” was where he’d throw a man out of a party for daring to flirt with Harper and got her pregnant. Elias likes to praise me in public like I was the perfect wife to him. And I was. I helped build his empire. I was the one who smiled and played nice. I made his casino shine while he hid Harper away like she was something sacred. Because of all that praising, one of his enemies set his sights on me. They took me. Sent Elias a message soaked in blood and threats: Back off. Leave New York. Or your pretty wife dies. Of course, Elias didn’t choose to back off.. “Just wait,” he said over the phone, “They won’t hurt you, Noa. You’re leverage. Just hold on until Harper gives birth. Then I’ll come for you.” Eight months of being held in a filthy hole, starved, beaten, degraded. The gang leader raped me over and over again. And still, Elias never came. Finally, I escaped when they were all drunk. Went home, only find my twins sleeping in the maid’s room, eating scraps while Elias was too busy hosting a party for his newborn. I didn’t confront him, just packed my babies and disappear.

I lifted my gaze to meet his unwavering one; his eyes were enigmatic, just like his dominant posture. He had an enviable and captivating physique, with well-defined muscles that accentuated the perfect cut of his suit. His greenish eyes, tan skin, and slightly curly hair, styled professionally, completed his look. He was truly a stunning man. “Finished admiring me, miss?” With a teasing tone, a charming smile appeared on his lips. The CEO was undoubtedly tempting. “Sir...” I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure and searching for words to escape that uncomfortable situation. “The content is not appropriate to be read aloud; please understand!” “That, I will decide!” He leaned back in his executive chair, watching me calmly as he savored a sip of his favorite whiskey. “I'm waiting.” “I apologize, sir, but I can't do it. You can fire me!” I turned away, ready to leave the office hastily, when his strong hands gripped my wrist, about to pull the door handle. He carefully watched my reaction and then smiled. “Apprentice…” The CEO approached me seductively, causing me to step back a few paces until I was cornered against the wall. He surrounded me with his arms and brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, “There is so much potential in you; I will mold you!” Biting lightly on the tip of my ear, I felt a shiver run through my body. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the outline of my face with his nails before pressing his lips with his thumb, gently parting them. Moving even closer, he pressed his body against mine, making my heart race and my breathing erratic.

Stepping into the corporate world brings forth a new set of challenges for Marah Almari when the CEO's mother offers her a salary ten times that of a secretary. But the catch? She must make Gian Forbes, the notorious Casanova, change.

He’s the cold hearted captain who can’t afford to be gay. He’s the Italian heir who can’t afford to be found out. When a viral video of a "physical altercation" threatens a $500 million merger, their families demand damage control—a forced partnership to save the wedding and the brand. Six months of lies. One secret affair that could destroy both legacies.