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Alina Sinclair was framed by the man she loved and left to rot in the world’s most brutal prison. Now, she’s out, but she’s living a lie. To get her revenge, she must impersonate Serena Campbell, the Perfect Luna, and marry the one man more dangerous than the prison she fled, Felix Night, the Alpha King. With a forbidden prisoner’s mark on her back and a fake scent in her veins, one mistake means a death sentence. But as the King’s suspicions grow, Alina realizes the only thing more dangerous than her secret is the fire he ignites within her. She came for vengeance, yet she might stay for Luna's throne. Will she find love? Or will she be caught?

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In the tenth year of being the secret lover of Luca, a Mafia Don, I died. When the bullet tore through my chest, I used the last of my strength to dial his number. “Luca, I’ve been shot… Please, save me…” On the other end, he let out a careless, mocking snort. “Eva, is this another one of your tragic‑act routines? Helena’s waiting for me to have breakfast with her. I’m tired of this game. Stop bothering me.” Then, the call cut off without mercy, and so I closed my eyes in despair. When I opened them again, I had gone back seven days before the shooting. This time, with trembling fingers, I dialed a number I hadn’t dared to touch in three years. “Marcus, three years ago, you said you’

My parents had always played favorites. On my birthday, the house was completely empty. Meanwhile, my older brother, Howard Moore, posted a nine-photo grid on social media, showing off a huge birthday cake. In every picture, Mom and Dad were gathered around him, smiling like they couldn’t be prouder. I called them. Laughter poured through the phone from the other end. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and asked softly, “Why didn’t I even get a happy birthday?” The line went silent for a second. Then Mom’s bright, smiling voice came through. “Because Howard is handsome. Taking him out makes us look good. But you? Those hooded eyes and that bulbous nose. Honestly, if we didn’

When Elijah cheated, I didn’t cry or make a scene. I pretended not to know. When he kept Naomi on the side, I forced down the pain and endured it. After all, I had a lovely son with Elijah. He loved me, and I wanted to give him a complete family. It wasn’t until the day I found out that my son, Kai, had gone with Elijah to that other home and was calling Aunt Naomi with affection that I stopped wanting to endure it any longer. I told my childhood friend that I wanted a divorce. He looked at me deeply, saying, “Hazel, everyone in Neopolis knows that Elijah loves you with his life. His influence covers the entire city. Leaving him won’t be easy.” However, I replied numbly, “Then let Haz

On what should have been the happiest night of her life, Poppy’s world was brutally destroyed. Her fated mate, the man she had loved since childhood, publicly rejected her on stage, kissed his pregnant mistress in front of the entire pack, and shoved divorce papers into her trembling hands while the crowd laughed and took photos. Shattered and bleeding from a broken mate bond, she ran. That same night, she pulled a dying man from death’s grip. Jethro Northcutt. The ruthless, feared Alpha of the CreationMoon Pack. When the Alpha awakens, the powerful man remembers nothing of his past… except ‘her’. He calls her “Nella”. He begs her to never leave him. He swears she is his true

A bought marriage. An uncontrollable desire. An empire at stake. Lorenzo Moretti doesn’t seduce. He dominates. A billionaire CEO feared across Europe, Lorenzo rules Milan like a modern king: cold, ruthless, untouchable. Until his grandfather’s will traps him with a single humiliating condition, to keep the empire, he must take a wife. No love. No romance. Just strategy. Sofia Duarte is broken. Her family’s studio is drowning in debt, her father is destroyed, and the legacy she swore to protect is about to be erased. When Lorenzo offers an obscene deal, marriage in exchange for salvation, she hates every word… and accepts. A contract. Twelve months. One house. One bed. A perfect ima

Hazel, an omega with healing powers, has endured more heartbreak than most can imagine. Orphaned, rejected, and divorced, she was cast out by her husband after curing him of an incurable illness—only to inherit the same sickness herself. Her only chance at survival lies in healing the enigmatic, cold Alpha, Elijah, a man suffering from amnesia and a shattered wolf. To save him, Hazel must pretend to be his missing wife, Anna—a woman he despise. How long can Hazel’s frail body sustain the lie? What will happen when Elijah finds his true mate? And when Hazel’s ex-husband returns, seeking her forgiveness, will she allow him back into her life, or will she finally seek the revenge she’s lo

On the night of our third anniversary, Killian missed dinner again. Texted me he was working late at the auto shop. I looked at the $5.90 clearance cake on the table. I'd fought a crowd at the grocery store to buy it. I swallowed the bitter lump in my throat. We need to save for a real house in Brooklyn, I told myself. I put the cake in the fridge. I wrapped my cheap coat tight and walked into the cold to deliver late-night takeout for extra cash. I never expected to run into my "poor" husband at a luxury hotel in Manhattan. He stepped out of a Rolls-Royce in a sharp custom suit, tossing hundred-dollar bills to the valet. A hot woman wearing a priceless pigeon-blood ruby followed behind him