Novel & Cerita Before Trilogy Movies

They said I was beautiful — but not real. That my smile was perfect — but my past made me broken. I spent years trying to prove I was more than the girl who changed her face to survive the world’s cruelty. I married Julian Vale, believing love would finally see me. I called Serena Blake my sister, trusting her more than my own reflection. And when my world collapsed under secrets, silence, and the weight of never being enough — I disappeared. Then I opened my eyes… Ten years earlier. Before the surgery. Before the vows. Before I forgot who I was beneath the makeup and the mask of confidence. This time, I don’t need to be fixed. This time, I don’t need to be forgiven. I remember every lie. Every betrayal. Every time I silenced my voice to keep the peace. So I’m not here to win back love. I’m not here to punish the past. I’m here to become the woman I was always meant to be — unedited, unafraid, and finally, completely seen. I was more than pretty. This time, I’ll live like I believe it.

“I fled my engagement party and found him on a basketball court at midnight.” I had three months of freedom before I was married off in a business arrangement like it was nothing more than a possession. My escape was Crescent Bay University, a last ditch effort at taking control of my life before it got snatched from me. I wasn’t prepared for a 6’4, amber eyed basketball captain, who was known to be closed off. But if it’s true that he doesn’t do relationships and he has no interes in women, why can’t he take his eyes off me? When his eyes met mine, something electric sparked between us. Something dangerous. Something neither of us could walk away from. Then his eyes flashed gold, and I realized my temporary escape had led me somewhere far more dangerous than I’d ever imagined. He has secrets that could destroy me. I have power I never knew existed. And the men hunting us will burn the world down before they let us be together. Some bonds can’t be broken. Some loves are worth dying—or killing—for

Struggling writer Julian Hayes is drowning in debt and rejection emails when a dream contract lands in his lap. Six months of exclusive work with Cross Media under the direct supervision of its powerful and icy CEO Ethan Cross. What Julian does not expect is that the commanding stranger who fucked him senseless in a luxurious Upper East Side penthouse the night before raw desperate and anonymous is now his boss. Bound by a strict contract and crushing tension their days turn into charged late night sessions where every argument crackles with forbidden heat. Ethan guards his pristine reputation with ruthless control. Julian refuses to be hidden. In a world where image is everything how long can they fight the pull between power and desire before everything breaks?

Lena, a tenacious journalist, is tasked with interviewing the elusive billionaire, Ethan. Despite his reservations, Ethan agrees to the interview, and Lena is surprised to find herself drawn to him. After their interview, Lena and Ethan share an unforgettable night together, but Lena leaves before dawn, never expecting to see him again. Months later, Lena discovers she’s pregnant with Ethan’s child and tracks him down to tell him the news. She’s shocked to learn that Ethan is engaged to a conniving and manipulative woman who has been plotting to get her hands on his vast fortune. Lena and Ethan must fight to expose the truth and take down the villainous fiancé before it’s too late.

The night before our wedding, my fiancee, Winona Yale, sleeps with her first love. He tells her he has cancer and wants to lose his virginity before he dies, and she agrees to fulfill his dying wish. Later that night, I, Liam Parker, receive photos of them together in bed. I laugh coldly and text back, "If she's that much of a saint, she's all yours." The next morning, I cancel the wedding and announce a party to celebrate staying single. Winona panics, showing up in her white dress with red-rimmed eyes. Her voice shakes as she sobs. "You don't want to marry me anymore?"

One month before my wedding to my boyfriend, he announced he wanted to have a child with his "first love." I refused, but he brought it up every single day. Two weeks before the ceremony, I received a prenatal checkup report. That’s when I discovered his so-called "first love" was already nearly a month pregnant. It turned out he’d never intended to seek my consent at all. In that moment, years of affection evaporated like smoke. So, I canceled the wedding, destroyed every trace of our memories, and on what should have been our wedding day, I walked into a closed-off research lab. From then on, he meant nothing to me.

On our tenth year anniversary, I'm making out with my husband, Don Raimondo Brocchi, in his office. Just as I'm about to secretly slip the pregnancy report into his hand as a surprise, his secretary, Anna Altamura, walks into the office. We're forced to stop our makeout session. Meanwhile, Anna shoots me a provocative look before she begins chatting with Raimondo in fluent Italese. "Don Brocchi, who do you like more in bed? Me or the Donna?" Raimondo lets out a soft chuckle. The vibrations of his voice makes my back crawl with numbness. "You, of course. After all, you're younger and tighter, amore. Meanwhile, Cassia is already 30 years old." Haughtily, Anna picks up a document before returning to her seat. What they don't know is that my Nonno hails from Sicaria. That means I understand each and every Italese word they just said. After forcing myself to calm down, I locate the invitation mailed from Anworth Institute that comes with a permanent position in my inbox. Then, I key in a short response to the person in charge. I agree to travel to the institution. Before my trip, I will make sure to terminate everything that belongs to me.

“If you keep looking at me like that…” he murmurs, his lips brushing close to my ear, “I’ll have no choice but to ruin you before the night’s over.” I stiffen. “You can’t touch me.” His smirk deepens. “Touch you? Mrs. Romano…I intend to devour you.” *** She wasn’t supposed to be here. When her twin sister flees her arranged marriage to Dante Romano—the ruthless king of the New York underworld—Twenty two years old Annalissa is forced to take her sister's place. To wear her dress. To stand before the devil himself…and pray he doesn’t notice the switch. Dante is dangerous, arrogant, and used to owning everything he touches. And now, he owns her. Annalissa thinks she can survive this sham of a marriage. Play the part long enough to protect her family. But Dante Romano isn’t a man who can be fooled so easily. His gaze lingers too long. His words seem like they’re meant to rattle her. And maybe he already knows. Maybe he’s keeping her trapped in this twisted game to see how long before she breaks. Because in this game, there are no wrong brides. Only the ones the devil decides to keep. 18+

As the heir to the North's most powerful pack, I must choose my mate from the three rival Alphas. My heart had already chosen. Alpha Ethan. He was my destiny. Our mate bond was a roaring fire, impossible to ignore. But just days before the Mating Ceremony, we were ambushed by rogues. Everything went black. When I woke up, a new wolf was howling in my soul. Nyx. She claimed to be from my past life. And she was screaming in my head, begging me not to choose Ethan. "He'll kill you! Him and that bitch Clara. They'll steal everything you have! Arthur is the one you have to choose!" Arthur? The cursed Alpha doomed to die before he turns twenty-five?

I was supposed to fall in love with Liam—the boy next door, my best friend, the safe choice. And I did. But love doesn’t always stay where it’s planted. Especially not when his older brother walks in—quiet, possessive, and cruelly observant. Aiden was everything Liam wasn’t. And yet... he saw me. Not the version I showed the world, but the one I tried to bury. Liam let me go before I ever realized I was his to lose. Aiden claimed me before I even knew I belonged to him. This isn’t the story of choosing between two brothers. This is the story of how I lost myself— ...and the one man who refused to let me go.