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After my husband's first love, Sydney Edwards, used me as a walking blood bank, I died in the run-down rental apartment my billionaire husband, Casper Hawthorne, had tossed me into like it was a blessing for me. Today was the third day since I had died. My six-year-old son, Adam, finally realized something was wrong. He had cut his finger while playing with his toys, yet I did not comfort him. He tore open a packet of crackers and raised one to my mouth to feed me, but I did not stop him. He lay in my arms, clutching my clothes and whispering for me. Still, I did not answer. Lost and panicking, he found my phone and called his father, Casper. "Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?" The man sent back a photo of himself having New Year's Eve dinner with Sydney and said in a cold voice, "She's just sleeping, she's not dead. Today is New Year's Eve. I'm busy. Tell that clueless mom of yours that when she's ready to admit she was wrong, she can come and look for me." After the call ended, Adam stood there frozen for a long time. He picked up the last biscuit in the rental apartment from the trash can, broke it in half, and held one piece to my mouth. "Mom, let's eat too."

I was betrayed by the man I loved. On the same night my fiancé destroyed me, revealing he had been using me for years while married to someone else, I made the worst mistake of my life. I slept with Caspian Fender. My cruel, arrogant, infuriating billionaire boss. The man who has spent five years tearing me down, criticizing my clothes, my hair, my entire existence. One drunken, hate-filled night. One moment of weakness. And now… I’m carrying his baby. He doesn’t remember a single second of it. To him, I’m still the worthless secretary he can’t stand. But I can’t run. I can’t tell him. And worst of all, because of my weak heart, this pregnancy might kill me. Trapped between a boss who humiliates me daily and a secret that grows bigger by the day, I have to survive. I have to hide it. I have to plan my revenge on the man who broke me… while fighting the terrifying pull I feel toward the one who might break me even more. Hate has never tasted so fatal. Desire has never hurt this much. Some mistakes don’t just ruin your life…They drown your whole existence.

She needs money. He wants sex. Circumstances threw them in each other's arms. Thus, a battle began. -------------------------------------------------------------------- The girl turned and ran away with the guy running after her. The other girl smirked at the scene. Once again, mission complete. But then again, failure's not in her vocabulary. The girl looked at herself in the mirror. A lazy smirk curved her lips once again. Who would have thought that her face would serve as a ticket to her dream, to a life she never had? Who would have thought indeed when before, she hated her face? She hated her beautiful cursed face for always causing her troubles. But now, she was appreciating it. Her face helped her break those hearts and ruin all those relationships. Just a few more hearts to break and a few more relationships for her to ruin and she will finally be off the hook. Does the word GUILT bother her at all? Sometimes yes, sometimes no. If she would think of others first before herself, she won't survive at all. She won't be able to eat, to have a place to live in, to buy clothes or to finance her education. Life taught her that. Life taught her to put herself first before anything or anyone else. Selfishness it is, true. But it is also selfishness that made her survive life. That's Hazel Wyatt – a working college student. Occupation? She's a home wrecker for rent.

For twenty years, Adriano De Santis has carried the pain of the betrayal that destroyed his family. His father, Samuel De Santis, betrayed his wife, Isabella, with Silvia and secretly conspired with her behind his wife's back. Together, they stole everything Isabella owned, leaving her with nothing but the clothes on her back. For two decades, she carried the heartbreak and emotional devastation caused by that betrayal, and her health slowly deteriorated, eventually leading to her death. After losing his mother, Adriano returns to Milan with only one goal in mind: revenge. But this time, he returns under a fake identity: Marcello Romano, a professional bodyguard. The key to his revenge is Monica De Rossi, Silvia's daughter from a previous marriage and the CEO of the company that once belonged to his mother. By getting close to her as her new personal bodyguard, Adriano plans to deceive her by pretending to love her, gain her trust, then reclaim everything that was stolen from his mother and destroy her family. But executing his plan is not as easy as he expected. Monica is strong, independent, sharp-minded, and impossible to tame. Moreover, she is already engaged to Sam Conti, her childhood friend, which makes his plan even harder to carry out. What begins as a calculated act of revenge soon becomes a battle between the hatred that has consumed him for twenty years and an unexpected love that threatens to destroy everything he has planned.

Flora Argentine is ReedStone pack’s little loner and glad to be so. Everyone ignores her existence but not because she’s some glasses bearing, baggy clothes wearing nerd, but because her elder brother is the beta of the pack and no one wants to be involved with her. But Flora is perfectly fine with everyone avoiding her as she makes her way towards her last year at the university and leads a simple life without any complications or hardships...or does she? Clay Scotsman is the most popular guy in town and the ladies love him, which isn’t a problem since he loves them right back. The future Alpha of the pack, he has the looks of a Greek God and is a smooth talking charmer who always gets what he wants...except for Flora Argentine. He’s been obsessed with Flora for a very long time, but he dismisses it as simple physical attraction until one day he decides to with it and comes after Flora with all the charm he can master. But once he’s had a taste of her, he finds it nearly impossible to let her go. But Clay and Flora both know that they’re not mates and are dreading the day of Clay’s 28th birthday when he ultimately finds his mate. Is he going to leave her forever for a bond decided upon by the Gods? Or is he going to reject his mate to be with the girl he loves more than life itself? And what will happen when Clay’s mate claims him as hers?

My boyfriend passed away from illness. Before he died, he asked me to look after his only younger brother—Callum Ressler. I put Callum through college, and helped him build his company from the ground up. Then one night, after a round of drinking at some work function, he ended up in bed with me. While I wrestled with what we were to each other, I noticed something on his office desk: a photo of me, framed neatly beside an engagement ring. My heart stirred. I pushed open the lounge door, ready to finally talk about us. But just as the door creaked open, a white camisole fell at my feet. I froze. Callum pulled the covers tightly around a shocked female assistant. "Diana, ever heard of knocking?" he snapped. Face pale, limbs suddenly uncoordinated, I started backing out. But the assistant's timid voice stopped me. "Diana… could you hand me my clothes?" I ignored the hostility behind her eyes, grabbed the garment, tossed it onto the bed, and left in a hurry. Once I stepped outside the company building, Callum called. "Diana, you should really stop barging into my room like that." I laughed and agreed. From that moment on, I never stepped into his world again.

Fresh out of college, Clara Stewart asked me to take on a $500,000 mortgage for her. When I refused, she turned around and bought an $800,000 villa in full, for another guy. Holding up the property deed, she told me: "Jayden, the truth is, I'm actually rich. I've been pretending to be poor to test you. Unfortunately, you failed. I'm disappointed in you. Let's break up." I simply smiled and walked away without a second thought. The irony? I'm the son of the richest man in the country. I was pretending to be broke, too. Fast forward four years, we met again at the National Wealth Summit. Clara had just barely made it into the top 50 on the list, clinging to the arm of Henry Brown as they entered. She spotted me in simple clothes with no visible brand, holding a child in one arm and the keys to a Porsche Cayenne in the other. Thinking I was someone's driver, she sneered: "Jayden, you really went all out just to see me again? Let's be real, you're just a driver now, and I'm on the wealth list. We live in completely different worlds. Don't waste your time fantasizing." I did not bother replying. Honestly, I was only there because my billionaire dad insisted. I had finally cleared a day to spend with my son and now I had to waste it on that.

'Clothes wouldn't be necessary here, Milady' He should have known she was up to something when she suddenly started to act naive, when she was after all, an escort. 'W-what the hell are you doing in my room?' She had asked when he first entered But he let his third leg do the thinking and forgot to be rational. 'I usually find the hard-to-get game, silly and boring. But, I think this roleplaying stuff gets your juices flowing. How about you be my naughty student instead.' He gently tucked her hair behind her ears and stared at her lips 'I am an escort sir. Not. A. Prostitute. My job description is escort and not call girl. I'll appreciate it if you leave my room or I'll call security.' 'Is this some sort of twisted role play? I already told you to stop. I paid for the night. What the fuck is going on here?' *** It wasn't role play. The slut had a nasty game up her sleeves. Set up and then blackmail. Fucking sleazy reporters were already at his door. Louis knew how deadly the media was in pushing stories about people like him. A false story about him had previously ruined his life. His father had suffered for it as well. He decided to give the media a story that wouldn't ruin him. Who didn't prefer romance to anything else? He looked into the slut's face and threw the proposal in her face. 'You would have to marry me.'

I was drugged. A male Rogue pinned me beneath him while my body went limp and useless. Just then, the door burst open. Vanessa Nightshade stormed in with several elders behind her. "Elders, look! I knew Seraphina was sneaking around with a Rogue!" Panic shot through me. I tried to explain, but the Rogue suddenly tore my clothes open. The red marks all over my body were on full display. "You were into it a minute ago. Now, you want to act innocent?" the Rogue sneered. Vanessa's eyes went wide. "Seraphina Thorncross! I never thought you'd sink this low, betraying your own Alpha! Elders, if she becomes our Luna, how can members of our pack show our face to anyone?" "No, I didn't..." I tried desperately to defend myself, but my mate, Axel Ravenscar, cut me off. "Seraphina, you were so jealous I found my fated mate that you jumped into bed with this trash on my birthday? Since our ten years together mean nothing to you, don't blame me for what I'm about to do." To appease his fated mate and the elders, he killed our unborn pup with his own hands and drained the blood from my body. After I died, he went insane looking for me. He dropped to his knees and begged me to be his Luna, begging me to forgive him.

Liana has spent her whole life trying to prove her worth to a family that never wanted her. As the daughter of an Alpha, she was meant to lead—until betrayal shatters her world. On the night of her anniversary, she catches her mate, Ryle, in bed with her sister, Samantha. Worse, her father sides with them, stripping her of her title and casting her out with nothing but a car and the clothes on her back. Wounded and lost, she finds an injured rogue in the woods—Kieran. Taking pity on him, she brings him to her pack’s hospital, only for her father to use it as an excuse to banish her. With nowhere to go, she follows Kieran, only to wake up in the palace of a mysterious king no one ever sees. As she struggles to rebuild her life, Liana finds herself drawn to Kieran in ways she never expected. He’s cold yet protective, distant yet possessive. Their passion ignites into something dangerous, but just when she begins to trust him, a noblewoman arrives—claiming to be his betrothed. And worse, she reveals the truth: Kieran isn’t a rogue… he’s the King. Heartbroken and betrayed once again, Liana vows to stay away, but Kieran refuses to let her go. With enemies lurking in the shadows and her past clawing its way back into her life, she must decide—will she fight for her place at his side, or will she walk away before history repeats itself? One thing is certain: she will never be a pawn again.