Broken Prince

There was a ten-year gap between me and my sister-in-law, but we got along surprisingly well, especially given that we were both in an absurdly rich family. Then, one day, she came to me, bawling and clutching a photo in her hand. "Your brother is cheating on me! He has a family somewhere else! For more than ten years! I'm getting a divorce!" Crying, I showed her a message I got from my husband's mistress. "That bastard Christopher has a mistress! I'm leaving this home!"

“That’s not my baby.” His voice echoed through the room, sharp and cold, slicing through the warm, celebratory atmosphere we’d carefully set up. Everyone went still, and I felt my heart lurch, every beat heavy with disbelief. I stared at him with wide eyes, hoping I’d misheard. “What?” The word barely escaped my lips, a fragile whisper. He didn’t even flinch. “That is not my baby,” he repeated, louder, as if to make sure everyone—his family, all gathered here—would hear. *** Darla was rejected by her fiance three months before her wedding claiming that she was sleeping with other men. She was humiliated and kicked out by his family despite her pregnancy, returning home, she was met with the tragic accident of her whole family. Not only did she lose her family and fiance in one night but she was also found out that her fiance was getting married to his claimed cousin. She vowed to take revenge on them and win back everything that belongs to her.

Sophia Grey has spent a decade plotting revenge against Ethan Blackwood, the man she believes destroyed her family. As Sophia's plan unfolds, she becomes entangled in a dangerous game of love and deception. The more she uncovers, the more the lines between revenge and redemption blur.

“Don’t tell me that meeting the man who slept with me at the whiskey library was all a part of your brilliant plan to Control me, my family, and my father's properties?” she throws the question at me. “It was not all a part of my plan” I try to defend. “If you knew something about the stranger at the whiskey library, why didn't you just tell me?” she asks, looking at me dead in the eyes with her Hazel eyes piercing deep into my soul. “Why did you bind me to an arranged marriage with you and accept my baby as yours when the Queen tried to throw me out as if you were doing me a favour?” she yells. “What was the aim behind your notion of false sacrifice?” she continues with her series of questions. “I know that you may not believe me right now, but I can swear on my life that the whole episode at the whiskey library was not part of the plan,” I try to explain even though I know that I sound really stupid saying that “So there was a plan,” she asks, wearing a smile that is loaded like a gun. “Can you please listen to me,” I plead. “Listen to you?” she scoffs. “Just because you are the billionaire crown prince of Orion you killed my father, then You set me up as the prime suspect in the murder case, blackmailed me to be around you or you exposed my identity as the legitimate daughter of Dylan Grayson and now I am stumbling on the secret that the stranger that I had a one night stand with at the whiskey library was all a part of your brilliant plan to get me entangled with you?” she scoffs in disdain

On Valentine’s Day, my girlfriend Florence Higgins was rushed to the hospital after accidentally eating undercooked wild mushrooms. Half-conscious on the hospital bed, she murmured, “Michael… I owed you too much. If my family’s company hadn’t been on the brink of collapse, you wouldn’t have left, and I wouldn’t have ended up with Noah.” I am Noah Owens. As for Michael Connor, he was the love of her life. The one she cherished most during her youth. What she seemed to forget was that when her family’s company was about to collapse, Michael had been the first to walk away. During those seven years, I was the one who helped revive her company, the one who stayed by her side. I believed she might eventually have a change of heart, but I never expected her to abort our child for the sake of her first love. At that moment, I finally understood that you can’t force warmth where there is none.

I hadn't seen my mafia husband, Luca Moretti, and our daughter Dora in three whole months. Why? Because his mother, Fiona, said Dora should stay with her "for a while." And Luca? He was "too busy with business," as always. So when Luca finally called and said he was going to pick me up for a family reunion at the villa, I was overjoyed. I thought maybe, just maybe, I'd finally get to hold my little girl again. I spent the whole damn day running around the city, buying her favorite dolls, snacks, a new pink dress, anything I thought would make her smile at me again. But when the car arrived, it wasn't what I imagined. Before I could even say Hi, Dora turned her head, took one look at me… and then wrapped her arms even tighter around Maria, the maid. She buried her face in Maria's neck like I wasn't even there. Like Maria was her mom. I tried to approach her, but Dora straight-up told me she didn't want to ride in the same car as me. And Maria, wearing that fake, polite smile, kept trying to gently talk me into giving Dora "a little more time." I looked over at Luca, hoping he'd step in. Instead, he just looked annoyed, like he couldn't be bothered to lift a finger to help fix things between me and our daughter. Clearly, they didn't want me there. So what was the point of trying to join the ride? I stepped back from the SUV. Then Luca just turned to me and said, "Just wait here. I won't be long." What he'll never understand is… I'm done waiting for him.

"Help!" she screamed, despite knowing it was hopeless. "Please save me!" "There will be no help for you, Sylvia Browne." His black eyes were filled with hatred as he looked down at her. "You're mine." "What do you intend to do with me?" She asked, quivering with fright. Xavier smiled menacingly at her. “Everything. Everything I've wanted to do to you. In Private." ************************* The perfect wedding. The perfect husband. The perfect dress. Everything was going according to Sylvia's plan. She was finally having her dream wedding with Arnold, a powerful billionaire in the country. But she did not plan to meet her husband's arch-enemy and rival. She surely did not intend to be abducted on her wedding day. Xavier was angry when he discovered that the man who had destroyed his happiness was getting married. Filled with the desire for revenge, he abducted the bride, Sylvia. He had only two intentions: ruin the wedding and take the girl for his revenge plot. But when he looked into her eyes, he felt different. He wasn't supposed to desire her. He wasn't supposed to want her in his bed. But he did. And Xavier got anything he desired.

She was born an omega, and they said that meant she was weak. In the cold heart of the Blackridge Pack, Elira lived like a shadow—beaten, silenced, and used by the very people who should have protected her. Even Kael, the Alpha heir she believed to be her fated mate, only ever whispered lies and left her to bleed when she became inconvenient. But death didn’t claim her. A Lycan King did. Lucien is feared across the realm—cold, ruthless, and untouchable. Yet when he finds Elira broken and left for dead, he doesn’t turn away. He saves her. And in his quiet strength, she sees something she never had: respect. Safety. A future. He offers her more than a throne. He offers her the chance to become something more than a discarded omega. But to wear a crown, Elira must rise. She must face the pack that shattered her, confront the mate who betrayed her, and stand as the fierce queen she was never meant to be. Because the moon doesn’t choose the strongest. It chooses the one who survives—and rises.

Kiara’s mother was an omega, and her father the alpha of their pack. After her mother’s death, Kiara moved in with her father and stepmother, who abused her for years. Kiara turned to alcohol and drugs until she eventually left without warning. She continued this lifestyle until she sought help, leading to a significant life-changing event.

To forge an alliance, I had to choose a mate from the sons of the Blackwood Alpha. Everyone thought I'd choose Larry, the powerful Alpha-to-be. But on the day of the ceremony, I chose Derek—the outcast in the wheelchair, the one they called the Broken Wolf. I did it because in my past life, I chose Larry, and he betrayed me. He mated with another she-wolf right in front of me, forcing the entire pack to watch. He even marked Chloe, my so-called best friend. When I discovered their betrayal, he murdered me—and our unborn pup—with a silver dagger. I died in despair, my heart shattered. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I had to choose my mate. This time, they could have each other. I would rewrite my fate. But I never expected he'd been reborn, too.