Choosing Ceremony Divergent

Alison Chen needs a visa. Eric Hastings needs a wife. So they sign a contract marriage with one rule that matters. Fall in love and pay two billion dollars. By day, Alison is Eric’s secretary. Quiet. Efficient. Invisible. By night, she’s his wife, sleeping in a separate room. Until her childhood friend comes back into her life and offers her everything this marriage doesn’t… real love, freedom, no contracts, no penalties. A way out. That’s when Eric changes. He gets jealous. He watches too closely. He hates the idea of her choosing someone else. Alison tells herself she already has an escape. But the problem isn’t the visa. Or the money. Or the contract. It’s the one who begins breaking the rules first. Two men. One choice. A fake marriage that’s starting to feel dangerously real. And a love that might cost two billion dollars.

“Agent Mia, If you could meet up with this task of bringing Kraven Astor down within the space of 6 months, then consider yourself a Special Senior Agent.” All Mia requested was her due promotion, but it came with a condition just to prove how less a female was seen in the security agency. She is supposed to go undercover to bring down the ruthless don of New York’s most feared mafia clan, who seemed untouchable and undefeated, which a wrong move could cost her everything. You know, infiltrating his empire was the plan, but falling for him was never part of it. Now, as their worlds collide, more secrets unravel, and a forbidden passion ignites between them, and she is stuck choosing between vengeance and the man who could be her downfall. Indeed, she was sent to bring down the Mafia, but what if that's where she actually belongs? Will love be her greatest weapon... or her ultimate betrayal? Find out now!!!

I hired a stranger to make my husband jealous. I didn't expect to fall in love. My marriage was a beautiful lie. My husband's affair was the final straw. He wants a threesome. Something I never Imagined. So, I did something crazy: I hired a handsome stranger to play the perfect man. Julian was supposed to be a temporary fix. A weapon. But he turned out to be everything my husband wasn't: kind, attentive, and fiercely protective. There's only one problem, he's also Cruz Marcus, the powerful CEO who is now my husband's business rival. I'm caught between the man I vowed to love and the man I hired to pretend. One offers the life I thought I wanted. The other offers a love I never knew I needed. But in this game of hearts and power, choosing the right man could cost me everything.

The Don of the Falcieri family was assassinated by a rival family, leaving behind his widowed wife, Livia. His younger brother, my husband Caius, took his place as Don. With the title came a duty: to secure the Falcieri bloodline by putting a child in his brother's widow. "Alessia's been barren for years. It falls to Livia to do what she couldn't. The Falcieri family cannot be without an heir." The Madre's voice dripped with scorn. Caius held me close, whispering promises. "As soon as Livia is pregnant, I swear I'll never touch her again." "Alessia, you're the only one I love." Three months, and he hasn't set foot in our bedroom. After he ignored me in front of everyone, choosing Livia time and time again, I finally left. I took what was mine and left one thing behind: a DNA test. It was my final gift to Caius.

My younger sister, Sophie Sawyer, got pregnant before marriage, gave birth to a baby boy in a small clinic, and then disappeared. The doctor used the address she left behind to find my family and handed the child to me. My parents knelt and begged me to raise him, and that was how I, an unmarried young woman, struggled through life with a child on my hip. When I finally managed to raise him, Sophie came back, standing beside a big-shot boss dripping in gold. She held her son and cried, accusing me of being jealous of her, stealing her child, and tearing them apart. My nephew cut ties with me without hesitation, choosing her over me. My parents kicked me out of the house. The neighbors all condemned me. In despair, I jumped to my death. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Sophie gave birth.

The day after my first shift, my Alpha mate Marcus Stone couldn’t wait to mark me as his Luna. He was the most powerful Alpha in Northern Regions. Rumors said he kept his distance from every beautiful she-wolf. Only I was the exception. Every anniversary, he would give me an exquisite red haute couture dress and a carefully arranged bouquet of moonflowers. I thought he loved the scent of moonflowers, so even though I was allergic to them, I happily accepted the gifts every time. Until at our mating ceremony anniversary banquet, I saw Marcus's childhood sweetheart Rose wearing a red dress, adorned with moonflower decorations. That's when I realized it was Rose who loved red dresses and moonflowers. Even when I was attacked by rogue wolves and lost our baby, he was by his first love's side. After learning the truth, I decided to leave him completely.

Everyone knew—Jessica Conway had always adored Jack Murray. They were high school lovers, and everyone just assumed they would get married eventually and live happily ever after. But then, there was Abby Conway, Jessica's elder sister who was "gravely ill." On the eve of Jessica and Jack's wedding, he said, "Jess, your sister's really really sick. Let's give her a chance to be the bride for now, alright? You know you're the one I love." Abby echoed, "Jess, promise me you'll come to the wedding, okay?" Jessica clutched the stomach cancer diagnosis in her hands and said nothing. On the wedding day, she never showed up. Jack, realizing her absence, abandoned the ceremony and rushed home—only to find the house empty. The only thing left behind was a single sheet of paper: her final diagnosis. For three days and three nights, Jack knelt before Jessica, begging for a second chance. But she never forgave him. Not even in death.

"Mate," he blurted out, his eyes widened in disbelief, as I opened my mouth while staring at the Alpha of Silver moon pack in awe. I couldn't believe what was happening. "How can this be?" I voiced out, recalling the mating ceremony and the shock of being rejected. "You are my mate," Alpha Ryan grinning , but I was still confused and couldn't just believe it yet. How was it even possible, I mean I just got rejected a while ago. . . Sasha thought her life would be better when she found her mate, but she was rejected and humiliated by her own mate, make her get drunk, and had a reckless night with the most ruthless and feared Alpha Ryan. Ashamed and scared of what might be her fate she fled. Sasha returned five years later with her quadruplets, who happened to be a product from that night. Will Alpha Ryan claim his quadruplets and her heart? Or will their Second Chance be her doomed?

What do you do when your damn husband and best friend betray you at your own wedding? Lila throws the ceremony solo, then promptly takes a young college student as her lover. Who says only men can have playthings? What happens when that same husband crawls back, vying for the top spot in the werewolf hierarchy just as Lila’s about to claim it? She kicks her lover to the curb without a second thought and dives headfirst into a ruthless battle against her wretched ex, certain victory is hers. That’s Lila. But as she claws closer to triumph in the Moon Trial, something unthinkable unravels. The college student she once kept as her lover? He’s none other than the Wolf King, ruler of the fifteen werewolf tribes across the nation—and the only son of the current king, poised to inherit the throne. For the first time, a flicker of panic cracks Lila’s iron resolve. She’s in deep—she might have crossed the wrong man.

During a battle with a rival pack, my Alpha mate, Damien, burst into my private healing sanctuary. He was carrying Lyra, a Beta warrior who had supposedly taken a poisoned blade for him. The next day, under the watchful eye of the Moon Goddess, Damien was forced by the pack elders to apologize. He explained that bringing an outsider into my sanctuary was a desperate act in a moment of crisis. After all, Lyra had saved his life. But that night, in the bed we once shared, Lyra stabbed herself with a dagger laced with wolfsbane and framed me for the attack. He chose to believe her. The rejection ceremony ripped my wolf from my soul. I was cast out—a powerless exile, left for dead in a storm, to be torn to shreds by rogues. But what Damien never knew was that the ancient curse afflicting him could only be healed by me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the beginning: the moment Damien carried that woman in, demanding I save her.