Avenger Where To Watch

I loved Killian Joe for ten years. I married him when he was nothing—fought for him, covered his mistakes, and built his empire beside him. But he repaid me with betrayal: a mistress, a child, and silence when I begged him to choose me. Now he wants me to stay. But I didn’t walk away to be begged. I walked away to win. I’m not the girl who cried behind closed doors anymore. I’m the woman who owns the building. And the man I once loved? He’ll have to watch me become the thing he fears most— Untouchable.

Adrian Valerio has everything you can possibly think of — wealth, power, and the promise of inheriting his family’s billion-dollar empire. But when his father forces him into an engagement with Cassandra Rossi, the beautiful yet ruthless daughter of a notorious mafia lord, Adrian’s world starts to close in. Because Adrian’s heart doesn’t belong to his fiancée. It belongs to Ethan Cross, his loyal personal assistant and the one man he’s loved in secret for years. When their forbidden romance is discovered, Cassandra vows revenge, and her father’s shadowy network delivers a brutal ultimatum: marry her or watch Ethan die.

Trapped in an arranged marriage, Amelia gets nothing but insecurity, abuse and constant scenes of violence. She was forced to marry Lorenzo, a dangerous mafia by her father in exchange for one week surveillance during his electioneering campaign. When Neil, the alpha of Castros pack and CEO of Berg oil summoned Amelia for an interview at his company, he found out Amelia is his second-chance mate. Will Neil go ahead to claim Amelia given she's already legally married? Not only that, to the mafia boss of Chicago? Or will he lose this second chance of claiming his mate? Will the mafia boss, Lorenzo sit back and watch his wife being taken by another man?

Dakota Stelter and I tumbled down that steep ravine together. I lay there bleeding and broken, only to watch my boyfriend scoop her into his arms and walk away without a backward glance. He left me. In that moment, in every way that mattered. While everyone fussed over Dakota's scratches, no one even checked if I was still breathing. When I was finally rescued and recovering at the hospital, my boyfriend didn't even visit. I was hurt. So I moved on. Piece by piece, I rebuilt myself without him. But then he became distraught. Suddenly, he was sobbing, telling me he had always loved me.

My mafia husband, Vincent Santoro, was born a monster, incapable of loving anyone. But one day, I discovered he was hiding a ‘forbidden fruit’. A girl from the slums, Claire Murphy. Scarred by life, yet as beautiful as a wildflower growing through concrete. For a man who'd waded through blood his whole life, she was a fatal attraction he never saw coming. He thought he'd covered his tracks. He was wrong. At the Santoro family's annual dinner, I confronted him about Claire, tears streaking down my face. He just lightly frowned, then had his consigliere slide the divorce papers across the table to me. "Isabella. Sign it. The three North Side docks and the shipping lines are yours." I tore the papers to shreds. He just kept raising the offer. He had me thrown into the freezing waters of Lake Michigan. He blew up my family's distillery—the Romano family's legacy. Finally, he took my parents. Tied them in an abandoned warehouse and made one watch as he set the other on fire. "Sign, or watch them burn. Your choice." I begged him on my knees, but a roar of flames consumed the world— The heat seared my skin, the ash of my parents clinging to my face. "No... NO!" When I opened my eyes, I was back. Back on the day I first learned about Claire. This time, no tears, no drama. That night, I called my family in Sicily and set my escape in motion. But the moment I vanished from his world… Vincent Santoro went insane.

My husband worked overtime in the studio and suffered from an explosion. His body was blown to pieces. When my bestie frantically told me the news, I just nodded calmly. She called and texted me nonstop. She urged me to go to the site to recognize my husband's body. I blacklisted her and bought a ticket to go abroad. In my previous life, when I heard the news, I stopped at nothing and rushed to my husband's studio. However, I only saw my husband's cold ashes. My bestie said that my husband had poured out his troubles to her once. My husband said that I had run up a mountainous debt for gambling. He wanted a divorce, but I threatened him that he would have a sky-high debt if he divorced me. Even my mother cried and accused me of often going to the casino and taking men home at midnight. But none of this was true. I treated my husband very well; just a few days ago, I gave him a million-dollar watch as a gift. And I had never done anything related to gambling. Facing their accusation, I chose to call the police to prove my innocence. However, the police discovered my diamond necklace at the explosion site, where forensic experts also found my fingerprints. I failed to prove my innocence and became the heinous murderer who killed my husband. My mother took me to court for justice and took over my business empire. In jail, I was retaliated and died. When I opened my eyes again, I regained my life on the day when my husband suffered from the explosion.

I have been married to Andrew Connolly for four years, but whenever his gaze meets mine, there is no recognition at all. Even my voice doesn't register. He remembers everyone around him, yet the one person he never remembers is that I am his wife. If I put on a hat, he asks who I am. When I tie my hair up, he assumes I am a new hire at his company. To help him remember, I repeat the same outfit, the same makeup, the same hairstyle. Still, despite my daily presence, he treats me like a stranger. I tell myself Andrew is simply buried in work, that the neglect is accidental, right up until a concert night. I watch him cut through the crowd and embrace his first love, whom he has not seen in years. When the stage suddenly collapses, I seize his arm and beg, "Honey, please save me." Andrew shoves me away, his voice flat and cold. "You're not my wife. My wife is at home." I am crushed beneath the falling debris. Choking on blood, I can only watch as Andrew rescues his first love and walks away. That is when I realize it's not that he can't remember me, he just doesn't love me. The bodyguards drag me out of the wreckage. Later, I spend a month confined to bed with serious injuries. While I am in the hospital, I get a photo of Andrew kissing his first love. The blows land one after another and mercilessly jerk me awake. I am done with love, and I am done with him!

What do you want from me, idiot?” “I want to have sex with a psychopath.” The rumor alone should have sent Jaden running. Instead, it pulls him closer. At school, Kai stands apart from the world, wrapped in silence and stories no one dares confirm. Students avoid his gaze, teachers watch their words, and the shadows follow him like loyal dogs. But Jaden looks once… and he can’t look away. Kai wants nothing to do with him. Jaden wants everything he shouldn’t. And as Jaden steps deeper into Kai’s world, he starts to realize the truth: he didn’t chase danger. Danger chose him.

Away from the humans region and far deep into the wood is another world entirely. A place where werewolves and mystical creatures resides, a place called woodland. Woodland was divided into four packs and each pack has it's ruler and it's werewolves. Different scents but the same ability. Icy pack, Merry pack , Land pack and lastly wood pack. Out of all this four packs mentioned was a very one which was forbidden to enter. Icy pack. It was said to be a place were a monster reside, the domain of an enigma, a werewolf who shouldn't have been born, Lycan , also known as the Big bad wolf. He was Born from a werewolf, Myth, the First founder of Icy pack and a human. His birth was considered a disaster and so he was cursed by the moon goddess. Instead of blood , Lycan has silver running through his vein. He was bestowed upon a terrible beauty vastly different from anyone ever lived, that , the moon goddess said would be the architect of his greatest problem. Now there lived Amelia, a clumsy, cheerful daughter of the ruler of Merry pack. She had been living a Rosy life all through until one fateful night Lycan arrived on her door step to claim her as his mate. Lycan! The name alone held all the mysteries and twists in the world. Fated to the forbidden Werewolf was like a terrible nightmare for Amelia who never associate with evil. Luckily for her, Maynard, Lycan's step brother who is also her Best friend walk into their bond, interrupting the tensed fate. He offered himself to Amelia who clearly needed a way out of any Ill Bond with the cursed werewolf, Lycan. Would the Big bad wolf watch as his mate was claimed by another? ... Not so sure

Calvin and I had been married for seven years. While packing up some clothes, I found a cheap lighter in the pocket of his jacket. Everything he wore, from the inside out, had been carefully chosen by me to highlight his refined taste and status. However, in that girl’s Twitter photos, he looked like a college boy, dressed in cheap clothes and wearing a digital watch that cost only a few dollars while kissing her. Using a throwaway account, I casually liked the post and commented, "A perfect match." Then, I turned to Calvin and said, "How did I never realize you had such a thing for bargains?"