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I was Rebecca, mate to Gavin Clarke, Alpha of the Ironpelt Pack—the strongest among the northern werewolf packs. Gavin was a once-in-a-century business genius, his trade networks expanding across a dozen northern packs, making his pack a successful business empire. He'd claimed me for four years. We stood together, awaiting our bonding ceremony... until his childhood sweetheart Vivian returned. The moment I saw them reunite, the truth shattered me: What I'd believed was love had only ever been my own delusion. His eyes held only her. I'd just been... convenient. At least he'd never marked me. No mate bond, just cold paperwork from the Pack Council. That made things simpler. So I crafted my revenge—disguised the Mate Bond Dissolution Agreement as a routine university permission slip. When his pen touched that paper, our bond dissolved in the stroke of an inkwell. He never realized what he'd truly lost that day: Not just a mate. But the future heir to the Ironpelt legacy. Now he hunts me across continents. Is it love? Or the pup? Or just an alpha's pride, burning because I made him dissolve the mate bond without even realizing he'd been outplayed?

Amaryliss Altazar. An orphan who was adopted by a wealthy family but treated poorly. She has a past that no one must not know. What if she met the man from his past and makes him remember the dark secret she burned a long time ago? And what if she met a new man who either break her thoroughly or help her fix herself again.

My fiancee fell in love with a broke student she's been sponsoring. She insists on breaking off our engagement no matter what. She turns a deaf ear to all the advice friends and family give her. My father gets so worked up that his blood pressure skyrockets. Meanwhile, my mother comes close to fainting and almost ends up in the hospital. My family becomes a laughingstock among the elite overnight. But no one realizes that we're already discussing countermeasures. My mother pulls out her phone. "Why don't we set you up with the most beautiful woman in Seabrook?" My father says coldly, "End the partnership. Cut off the one-billion-dollar support fees to her family." My lips curl into a smile. "Mind if I handle both myself?"

"I thought I told you to call me Kol?" "It's my mouth. I can do whatever I want." "...and your mouth will put you in trouble." Victoria Trisha has had life deal her a terrible hand. She has loved and lost but when she comes up with a ground breaking idea, she has no one to turn to. She's been scarred by those she once trusted and she will not repeat her mistakes. Nicholas Drey is one man who almost has the world at the tip of his finger. Only one thing, one woman can give him what he's looking for, what he needs. Fate pulls these two together when Victoria applies for a job at Nicholas’ company. They're both sworn off office romance but the universe has other plans to throw their perfectly planned worlds off kilter. Will they allow these feelings take hold or will the echoes of their past pull them apart? Dare to find out in this amazing, unusual story that will leave you questioning everything you've ever thought true.

He’s seventeen. She’s twenty. Heir to a billion-dollar empire, Kade Kingston owns everything… except the one thing he wants most. Chelsea Lynch. She scrubs floors at Crawford Elite Royal, but every guy in school whispers about what they’d do to her if they got the chance. Kade doesn’t whisper. He acts. He was supposed to lay low—for six months, heal his injury and stay out of the headlines before the big leagues. Then he sees her. Beautiful. Untouchable. But not for long. She thinks he’s just another spoiled rich kid. She’s wrong. He’s a predator in a school full of wolves, and she’s the only thing he’s hungry for. He’ll ruin anyone who touches her. Break her defenses. And when she begs, he’ll make sure she never forgets who owns her. She’s older. Off-limits. But Kade Kingston doesn’t follow the rules. He makes them. And Chelsea Lynch is about to learn…Some lines are meant to be crossed. ********************** NB: “for those that have read *BINDING 13* and love it, just like i do, this is something similar, I just felt like pouring out my idea out here. I really hope you guys love it.”

"Where are you going to? Get back here," Zion shouts at her. She walks away from him in agitation. "I lost my everything. Everything that I have. My youth, my dreams and the man who could keep me warm and happy all my life. Why should I stop for you?" Nancy says. "How dare you say that?Get back here and serve your to be husband," he scowls. "But I am not your fiance," she squeaks and his eyes widens in shock. Instagram: Deborah962021

Julian Ashford, the golden boy of the city's elite, had his left leg broken by his father with a golf club -- all because of me, a scholarship student. He was stripped of his billion-dollar inheritance and cast out of the family. For three years, he dragged that ruined leg around an auto repair shop, doing backbreaking labor just to scrape together enough for my college tuition. Everyone said I was the luckiest girl alive -- that I'd brought the untouchable heir of a financial empire to his knees, made him willing to live on scraps in the worst part of town. Today was our three-year anniversary. I was carrying the freshly signed Holloway Group inheritance confirmation documents, ready to finally tell him my real identity and pull him out of this misery. I walked down the corridor of The Grand Pavilion, holding a box of vanilla shortbread -- his favorite. Through the half-open door of a private suite, Julian Ashford stood tall on two perfectly healthy legs, dressed in an immaculate tailored suit, sliding a rare pink diamond ring onto the finger of Victoria Sterling -- the city's most celebrated socialite. "Victoria, I used that scholarship girl as a shield to survive three years of my old man's relentless arranged marriage schemes. My body's completely untouched. You've always been the one I was going to marry." I looked down at my own hands, cracked and raw from the cold, and tore the inheritance documents to shreds.

During their seven-year relationship, Claudia Maureen Tiongco thought that Preston would be her husband, that he would fulfill her dream of becoming a wife but she was disappointed. Unexpectedly, Preston's attitude towards her changed especially when she met Penelope, his assistant. Claudia tried to understand everything, even seeing the two happy was something she endured because of her deep love for Preston. Every time she saw Preston treating Penelope well, it hurt her so much. But not everything ended there. Claudia saw that leaving Preston and moving to his rival company was a good opportunity to start a new lifestyle but she's wrong. Preston followed her wherever she went and forced her to pursue him again. Will her heart remain hard or will she let him be imprisoned by lies again?

Matteo Cassimo and I are childhood sweethearts. But he gets assassinated on the day before our wedding. I cry my heart out in front of his grave to the point I faint from exhaustion. When I wake up again, I see a few live comments crossing my vision. "Poor Annie… She's still kept in the dark about the truth." "Seriously, Annie believes everything Matteo tells her. Serves her right for getting duped by Matteo's fake death." "Can someone please tell Annie that Matteo fakes his death to get rid of her, because his mistress finds out he's about to get married and decides to secretly leave him? I bet those two are being lovey-dovey with each other right now!" "Forget about it. Annie has nothing but blind trust in Matteo, after all. Maybe when he finally comes back from the 'dead,' she'll marry him happily again." One month later, the news headlines all over the papers are filled with the explosive news of the impending marriage between me and the heir of the Valente family, William Valente. That's when Matteo's subordinate confronts me. "Our Don has just passed away recently, and yet you're already planning to marry someone else?" I merely chuckle icily in return. "So what if I am? I can't just be a widow at such a young age now, can I?"

Late at night, my husband came home with a young model. "So, you are the washed-up wife that Mr. Dawson keeps at home?" The girl looked at me with a mocking smile and said. Jay Dawson, my husband, reeking of alcohol, glanced between us with interest. He then hugged the young girl and led her into the bedroom. I sat alone on the living room couch, wrapped in a blanket, and listened to their shameless noises all night. I endured it for two years. Our agreement had finally ended this year, and so had my love for Ethan. I walked away. But Ethan chased after me like a madman.