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Louise Gael had everything figured out. She was building a life she actually wanted, with Elsa, the woman she loved, and a business they built from the ground up. They were partners in every way, and nothing else mattered. Until her father’s company crashed, and just like that, everything Louise worked for got tangled in his mess. The only way out? A marriage she never wanted, to a man she never asked for, Tristan Pierre. Betrayed by the woman she loves and Thrown into the cold, calculating world of the powerful Pierre family, Louise has to survive in a house full of secrets, lies, and manipulation. Tristan is distant, quiet, and broken in his own way. His family, especially Clara and Olivia Pierre, are cruel, controlling, and used to getting exactly what they want. Now Louise is living a life that doesn’t feel like hers. She’s married to a stranger, hiding a part of herself just to stay alive in a world that would eat her alive if they knew the truth. And the deeper she gets into the Pierre family’s games, the more she realizes nothing is what it seems. Tristan isn’t just some pawn, and Louise, who used to know exactly who she was, is starting to change in ways she never expected. This isn’t just a love story, it’s about survival, sacrifice, betrayal, and finding out who you really are when everything you believed in falls apart.

Once I begged for your love while our son drew his last breath. Now watch me take back everything you hold dear. The first time, I died on a rain-slicked road with my four-year-old's name on my lips and my husband's rejection still burning in my chest. Silas Vance took three years from me. Three years of existing like furniture in his mansion while he draped Clara over his arm at every gala, every interview, every moment that mattered. When our son needed him, really needed him he let my calls go to voicemail. Thirteen times. I counted. Our son didn't make it through the night. Neither did I. Then I opened my eyes. Two years earlier. Divorce papers on the nightstand. My son's laugh echoing from down the hall. This time, I won't beg. Won't wait. Won't shrink myself small enough to fit in the shadows he assigned me. This time, I'll become someone he doesn't recognize. Someone who smiles at his enemies, steals his deals, and dismantles his empire while he's still searching for his meek little wife. When he finally figures it out—when he's pounding on my door, begging for answers, desperate for a second chance? I'll hand him those signed papers and remind him: Some deaths are just the beginning.

After his fated mate died, Alpha Killian Thorne spent ten years resenting me. I was the Omega healer he never chose—bound to him by duty, not love. A substitute. A scar on a bond neither of us asked for. No matter how deeply I healed his wounds, no matter how quietly I stayed by his side, all he ever said was: “If you really want to please me, Clara… then disappear.” But when death came charging, it wasn’t I who fell. He did. Bleeding out in my arms, Killian looked at me one last time and whispered: “If only I’d never met you…” At the funeral, his mother wept. “He should’ve been with Selena. I never should’ve let him mate with you.” His father’s glare cut through me. “Killian saved you three times. Why wasn’t it you in that grave?” Everyone regretted that he had bonded with me. Even I did, too. I was cast out of the pack with nothing— No title. No Luna severance. No den to call my own. And then… perhaps the Moon Goddess took pity on me. She gave me one final chance to rewrite fate. This time, I won’t beg for his love. This time, I won’t tether him to pain. This time, I’ll sever the bond before it begins. I could already hear the gears of fate turning, and this time, I would move first.

Our Pack followed an ancient law: if a she-wolf wasn't bonded by the age of 23, the Pack had the right to assign her a mate, regardless of her will. Felix is my childhood sweetheart and fated mate, the Alpha of the Moonclaw Pack. But he postponed our bonding ceremony and is holding a mating ceremony with an Omega first, all because of that law. Felix pitied Omega, Valentina, who was already 22, afraid she would be matched with a bad mate. But he seemed to forget that after waiting for him for 5 years, I would turn 23 next month. My mother and I begged him to reconsider our mating ceremony only to be met with Felix's dilemma attitude: "You've waited this many years, what's a little longer?" "Besides me, who else would choose Valentina? Clara, you still have parents, but Valentina is poor, she only has me." "Please wait, after the mate bond ceremony with Valentina, I'll break it and then bond with you." Later, in order to prevent me from bonding with a slave, my mother hurriedly chose a mate for me. Coincidentally, my mate bond ceremony and Felix and Valentina's mate bond ceremony were on the same day. On the day I was being taken off in a luxury car, I passed by Felix handing him ceremonial flowers. When he saw me, he suddenly shifted into a wolf and blocked the car insane. Even after being hit and vomiting blood, he stared intensely at me and asked why I was wearing a wedding dress…

⚠️BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT🔞 🫧⋆｡˚ “If I were to have one more fucking chance, I’d pull you into my arms and kiss you like you’re the only light left in my wrecked soul, and love you so deeply that every shitty shadow of regret melts into forever burning in your eyes—God damn it, Lila, please let me have you again. I’d sell my soul to the devil and lay every fucking accomplishment at your feet… just don’t give that soft, sweet smile you once gave me to that worthless piece of shit.” °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Lila Danforth was never supposed to be the bride. When her identical twin sister, Clara, abandoned billionaire Elias Voss at the altar, Lila stepped in quietly, desperately, and hopelessly in love with the man her sister had thrown away. For three years she was the perfect wife, giving him everything while asking for almost nothing. Until their third anniversary. That day, Lila walked in on Elias in their bed… with Clara. Hurt by her husband’s cold indifference, her twin’s cruel betrayal, and her family’s icy dismissal, Lila finally does the one thing she never dared before. She walks away. But how could that single choice completely ruin her life even more? Did her leaving feel like such a threat to them? This left only one question burning brighter than the rest. Tell me, dear readers… After everything he and everyone around her had put her through, could Lila ever forgive them? Or would she grind them to dust?

When I opened my eyes again, I was pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window of the skyscraper by my stepbrother, Rocco. The man I had been infatuated with for a decade. He panted, his hot lips and tongue trailing along my collarbone as he murmured, "Don't go." In my past life, on the night I received my acceptance letter from London Business School, Rocco got blind drunk. Late that night, I gave in to his pleas for me to stay. I willingly gave myself to him. After a debauched night, his cherished fiancée, Clara, caught me walking out of his room the next morning, my clothes in disarray. She ran out in tears, her parting words ringing in the air, "I'll let you have each other." A month after she disappeared, the family search party found her engagement ring at the edge of a cliff. At the bottom of the cliff lay mangled remains, battered by the waves until they were unrecognizable. Rocco clutched that ring and didn't sleep all night. On the surface, he acted as if nothing had happened, even arranging a trip for me to Sicily, telling me to go and relax. The night I landed, I was kidnapped by assassins from a rival family. I screamed for him to pay the ransom, only to hear him give the order himself over the phone: "Don't make her death a quick one. The Costello princess? She's nothing but a damn liability. Torture her. Break every bone in her body. " "This is what she owes Clara." You like playing games, Rocco. But in this life, I refuse to play along.

Because my jealousy endangered his childhood sweetheart, my Alpha mate, Victor, took our son's advice. He sent me to the pack witch to have my memories erased.​ A long winter later, he woke me with the antidote.​ In the eyes of the pack, I became the perfect Luna.​ I organized the pack's winter stores flawlessly. I cataloged every last berry and pound of meat without breaking a sweat. I could even smile while delivering a blanket to Clara, Victor's precious sweetheart.​ But my Alpha and my pup, Rio, knew. I had changed.​ I no longer remembered how to soothe him on full moon nights, combing through his fur as he writhed in pain.​ When Rio fell in the snow and wailed, I calmly called for his nanny.​ Even when Victor returned late from a hunt, I offered only a cool nod. I never once reached for him through our mind-link.​ At first, he thought it was revenge. He didn't care.​ Until the night of the blizzard, when he and Rio followed me to the abandoned church. Through the thin wood of the confessional, they heard my whisper.​ "Moon Goddess, what do I do when the memories are back but the love isn't?"​ "The witch gave me back what happened, but when I look at my Alpha and my pup... they're strangers to me."​ "I feel so tense and awkward just being in the same room. What am I supposed to do?" Outside, the man and the boy just froze. They finally understood. Some things, once broken, can never be fixed.​

Claire Blake, 23, works double shifts at a café to cover her mother's medical bills and her brilliant sister Clara's college tuition. Her life is a careful sacrifice - no room for dreams, only survival. Then she accidentally spills coffee on Damian Cole, billionaire CEO and the city's most eligible bachelor. Instead of anger, he's kind. Days later, his assistant calls with an impossible offer: pretend to be his girlfriend for six months. His family won't stop pressuring him to marry, and his manipulative ex-fiancée Caroline refuses to accept they're over. In exchange: $10,000 monthly, her mother's medical expenses covered, and a completion bonus that would transform her family's life. Claire knows it's crazy - she doesn't belong in his world of charity galas and high society. But the money would solve every problem. So she signs the contract and steps into a glittering world where everything feels like pretend. Except it doesn't stay pretend. Damian isn't the cold CEO she expected. He remembers her coffee order, values her opinions, treats her family with genuine warmth. His careful respect comes from protecting his sister from abuse - he's not controlling, he's considerate. As Claire navigates his world, the performance becomes real. When he kisses her, he confesses: "This stopped being fake for me weeks ago." But Caroline launches a media campaign suggesting their relationship is paid - uncomfortably close to the truth. With headlines dissecting Claire's background and questioning whether she "belongs," they must choose transparency over hiding. Can a love that started as a contract become real enough to survive the spotlight?

She was nobody but a lowly maid in their mansion who spent her whole life living in their pity. She had no education, no etiquette, and no qualification to be the elder daughter-in-law of the prestigious Morin family. She was just a nobody with a big mouth and an over-friendly personality. But for some unknown reason, they decided to choose her as the bride of their elder son, Roman Morin, also known as the cold and cunning CEO of the Morin Industry who detested her sole existence from the very beginning. _____________________________ _________________ "What the fuck were you doing by fighting with Clara in a room full of people? Are you fucking out of your mind? What if someone else overheard your conversations instead of me? Why are you so fucking hell bound to drag my reputation down?" Roman yelled at her angrily, making her flinch at his words. "Well if you heard our conversation then you already know who started this. So instead of yelling at me, why don't you go to her?" She spat at him angrily. "I don't fucking care who started what. All I care about is my family and my reputation. I have already warned you about this. If you again do anything that harms my image then I'm not going to play nice. Behave yourself and maintain your manner. You are no longer a maid but my wife. So stop behaving like an illiterate maid and start acting like my wife for which I paid you." Roman uttered those words like poison which caused Athena's heartburn.She bit her inside the cheek to stop her tears from falling. She must not cry. She wouldn't let words affect her. She didn't want this humiliation. She didn't want to be here. But she had no choice.

At four months pregnant, I went to pick up my prenatal test results with my husband, Aiden Carter, who was an OB-GYN. The smile at the corner of his lips froze the moment he saw the report. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tried to schedule an abortion. I stood there in shock. The attending physician, Dr. Marianne Cole, had just told me the baby was perfectly healthy! I tore myself free and demanded, "Why do you want me to get an abortion?!" He didn’t answer and had already scheduled the procedure. When I tried to run, he yanked my arm tighter. "There's no way we are having this child!" Clutching my belly, I hurried to call my parents, who were both OB-GYNs themselves. Dad, who had always doted on me, raised his fist, aiming straight for my stomach. Mom’s face twisted in horror, shaking her head wildly. "No, this won’t work. It can’t be like this." "Find a few men. Lock Clara Hart in with them." I didn’t understand why they were so desperate to destroy my child. All I wanted was to escape. Instead, they locked me inside a pitch-black room. When I felt the blood trickling down my legs, I knew my baby was gone. Mom came smiling to fetch me. I fought, demanding to know why they had done this to me. Without responding, she turned around and sent me straight to Ravenwood Asylum. I was tortured to death there. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I went to collect my prenatal report. Aiden looked at me, his face glowing with joy. "Baby, this is our first child. I can’t wait for the day he’s born."