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My younger sister and I were born twins, yet from the very beginning, our parents had zero fondness for me. My sister was the family's good-luck charm, while I was hailed as the harbinger of misfortune. I was blamed for every calamity, while she got all the credit for every blessing. Even after my death, I heard them say, "If we had abandoned her at birth, or even ended her life then, none of this would have happened." I had once tried desperately to win their approval, only to be met with cold indifference. When I finally secured a coveted civil service post, they celebrated me for the first time in my life. I naively believed that I had been acknowledged at last. But then, they said, "Give your job to your sister. She needs it more." At that moment, something inside me completely died. I tried so hard to cling to the hard-won proof that I was not the family's misfortune, yet even that slipped through my grasp. In the end, I lost everything, even the life they had never once cherished.

May has it all—beauty, poise, and the right to inherit a multi-million-dollar mansion and the prestigious Greenfield Hospital. But with the hospital on the brink of bankruptcy and the government threatening to seize the property, her only chance to save her father’s legacy lies in one condition: marry Collin Grey, the wealthy CEO and son of her father’s best friend. Their engagement is meant to be a lifeline—until Collin accuses her of cheating and shatters her world with shocking proof: she’s pregnant. The problem? May is still a virgin. With her engagement broken and her inheritance slipping through her fingers, May sets out to uncover the truth. Her investigation reveals a twisted web of betrayal and dangerous schemes—a swapped lab test, a jealous stepsister, a scheming secretary, and a connection to three of the country’s most powerful (and ruthless) billionaire CEOs. Now carrying a child whose paternity could shake empires, May must choose between reclaiming her father's crumbling legacy, protecting her child, or uncovering deeper conspiracies that could destroy their world. Hers and her child's.

My fated mate, Riven, was the Alpha of a pathetic pack on the brink of collapse. For five years, I was his shadow, his strategist. I built his pack from nothing until the Alliance finally recognized us, and we were set to move to the fertile lands. Riven promised we'd have our mating ceremony once we settled in the new territory. But at the celebration feast, the night before the move, he threw me in a cell. He publicly announced that Jenna—the she-wolf carrying his pup—would be the pack's Luna. I couldn't believe it. I screamed at him, but he just sneered and pointed to a crystal pulsing with dark magic. "Jenna already has proof of your betrayal! Sleeping with Alphas for their support. You make me sick!" I begged him. But he just sliced my cheek with the silver-edged rejection letter, formally casting me aside. But he didn't know who I really was. I am the Alpha King's daughter. The strategies, the power, the alliances—they weren't his. They were mine. So I took it all back.

Brianna Lester, with her unusually platinum blonde hair and grayish-blue eyes, is impossible to miss wherever she goes. Her bubbly personality, hyperactivity, innate talent for tripping even while standing still, and her knack for always causing trouble ensure that she immediately catches the attention of the coolest tattoo artist around. Unfortunately, it's not her rather unique appearance that gets noticed, but her clumsiness. The moment she closes the door of the tattoo shop, one of the pictures hanging on the wall-the owner's favorite, and quite valuable-unexpectedly falls down. To make up for the damage, she ends up working at the shop until she can pay off the cost of the picture. It would all be pretty easy if a sexy tattoo artist didn't enjoy teasing her about her bad luck. By now, Brianna has resigned herself to the idea that her life is stuck in the "never a joy" zone, and her birthday is proof of that. Who can be considered lucky if they were born on a day that only comes once every four years? No one. Some people are kissed by fortune at birth, while others are kissed by bad luck. Brianna definitely falls into the latter category.

The care center called. "Hi, just wanted to ask if you're happy with our service so far." Well, that was odd. I was only eight months along. My baby wasn't even born yet. I had no need for the care center at the moment. So I kept digging. I pressed my husband for answers. He was the one handling the talks with the care center. I wanted to know what was going on. He gave me an apologetic look. "This center costs 120 grand, honey. We can't afford that. They must've gotten the wrong number. You should stay at home instead. I'll give you the perfect care you need." That was it. I wasn't going to waste my time talking to him. My sister, Jessie Gibson, owned the care center, so I called her instead. "Jessie? Yeah, it's me. William sent another woman to your place and stole my spot. I want you to find out who. He's cheating on me, and I'm getting proof!"

In the middle of the night, my smurf account gets added into a group chat called "lucky draw group". The rule of the group chat is rather weird. Whoever gets their hands on the lucky draw that's titled "lucky winner" must reveal their deepest and most shocking secret. I intend to watch the entire drama at first. But that's when a female user named Evie Sachs suddenly posts in the group chat. "My husband has always thought that he's the children's actual father. The truth is, he's not." Everyone in the group chat is quick to spam the chat with laughing emojis. "Miss, you can't just come up with a story that far-fetched without any logic!" "That's a really ridiculous story! Do you seriously take for all men to be idiots?" "We demand photos as proof!" Evie uploads a few photos of her sleeping with other men as well as the dates of her children's birth. The moment I glance at the birthdays, my hand goes slack, causing the milk bottle to fall to the floor. My daughters actually share the same birthdays as Evie's children!

When Jane Blackwood’s world collapsed at a young age —her father arrested, her mother dead, her inheritance stolen—she vanished. The world believed she died, but in Paris, she was forged into someone new: Kate Vance, a brilliant, cold strategist created for a single purpose—to destroy Michael Curry, the man she believes orchestrated her family’s downfall. Five years later she returns, unrecognizable, lethal, and ready to infiltrate Michael’s empire. But the man she has sworn to ruin is not the monster in her memories. He is magnetic, controlled, dangerous, and inexplicably gentle with her. The closer she gets, the more the lies unravel. When she breaks into his hidden safe, everything she knows shatters. Her father’s confession. Michael’s sacrifice. Proof he spent years silently protecting her. Her revenge collapses—her identity fractures. And the only man who can save her is the same man she came to destroy. Together, they face the real enemy who framed her father and hunted her in the shadows. But love born from ruin is dangerous—and their truth may cost them everything.

One night. Three heartbeats. A billionaire who wants them all — except me. I didn't mean to sleep with the coldest CEO in New York. I definitely didn't mean to steal his GPS-tracked cufflink. And I never planned to be pregnant with his triplets. Now Alexander Black is at my door, rain-soaked and furious. He doesn't want me. He wants the babies — all three of them. His offer: move into his penthouse, give him my body until delivery, then walk away with ten million dollars. His demand: I sign away all rights to my own children. He thinks I'm a broke waitress he can bully. He doesn't know I'm the hidden heiress to a fortune bigger than his. He doesn't know I kept his cufflink as proof of his cruelty. And he has no idea that on the night our triplets are born, a stranger will arrive with a secret that destroys everything Alexander thought he knew about himself. I ran from him once. This time, I'll make him beg me to stay.

Thea doesn't believe she has magical powers or a destiny to save the werewolf race. She wants to be Beta to her future Alphas, identical triplets Alaric, Conri, and Kai, but they want her as their Luna. While they wait to shift for proof they're mates, they must prepare to fight a growing evil that's wiping out werewolf packs, suspects Thea is goddess gifted, and wants to take her power. As enemies pile up, Thea must embrace her fate to protect the people she loves. * * * * * This is not a story about characters abusing and hurting each other then somehow ending up together. Rather, the main characters treat each other well and support each other, fighting enemies side by side together. * * * This is an 18+ Reverse Harem story with adult themes and situations. * * * List of books (in order) in this series:Triplet Alphas Gifted Luna Vol 1 (complete) * * * Triplet Alphas Gifted Luna Vol 2 (complete) * * * Triplet Alphas Gifted Luna Vol 3 (complete) * * * Triplet Alphas Gifted Luna Vol 4 (complete) * * * Hope and Fate - The Alpha Stoll Alpha Ledger m/m romance spin-off (complete) * * * Alpha of New Dawn (coming soon) * * *

I stepped closer. Close enough to smell his cologne—cedarwood, leather, and power. My hand moved. Smooth, practiced. The pistol slide from under the apron into my palm. I raised it fast. But before I could pull the trigger— BANG. Not my shot. A scream tore through the restaurant as another man launched himself toward Romano’s table, blade flashing. Another assassin. What the hell— Romano didn’t flinch. He shoved the table forward, knocking the attacker off balance. The blade scraped across wood, not skin. I ducked instinctively as the room erupted into chaos. Gunfire cracked. Glass exploded. People screamed and dove for cover. “Get him out—NOW!” one of the guards barked. I aimed for the second attacker. Didn’t even hesitate. One shot—head. Gone. The guard saw me. Confusion flashed in his eyes. Then rage. I ran. I weaved between overturned chairs, plates, and screaming bodies. The smell of blood was real now, thick in the air. One of the guards grabbed me. I slammed my elbow into his ribs, twisted, and brought the butt of my gun down on his skull. He dropped like a sack of bricks. Out. I had to get out. My boots pounded the floor as I tore through the narrow hallway. But then— “Elisa.” His voice stopped me cold. I turned. Antonio Romano stood in the middle of the carnage, suit untouched, blood spattered behind him like art. His eyes were on me. And he was smiling. It was darker. Slower. Like a hunter seeing something worth chasing. Somehow, he knew who I was. “Interesting,” he said softly, tilting his head. “They sent you.” I didn’t answer. I ran. But that voice followed me. He knew my name. And he let me go. This wasn’t over. It had just begun.