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One day, a wealthy couple is invited to give a speech at my university. My childhood sweetheart, Henry McGregor, tugs me along, eager for us to sneak out to the cafeteria and do some part-time work. He tells me to go grab the empty bucket from the shelf. But just as I take a step, a flood of messages suddenly appears in front of my eyes. [Don't touch that bucket! It's filled with scalding soup that Henry prepared. He wants to ruin your face!] [Three years ago, Henry had his first love impersonate you, becoming the long-lost daughter of the Wright family. Now, he plans to disfigure you so you'll never be able to return.] [You'll endure severe burns all over your body and undergo countless skin grafts. In the end, the fake heiress will poison you by swapping your medicine.] [Meanwhile, that scumbag will marry into the Wright family. Along with the impostor, they'll drain the Wrights of everything they have.] [You need to go back right now and let Mrs. Wright see your face. This is your only chance to reclaim your rightful place as their daughter!] At that moment, I hear Henry urging me again to hurry and move the bucket. As I glance at the flood of messages once more, I freeze, stopping dead in my tracks.

Three days after the healer told me I was terminally ill, Keith Bradford—the alpha's heir—finally completed his training and returned to the pack. Rumor had it, he was back for his future mate. The alpha had chosen a perfect match for him—a well-bred, talented girl, two years younger than Keith. Sweet, gentle, never even had a boyfriend. The complete opposite of me, with exes as countless as the stars. It was not until a week after Keith returned that I finally saw him, outside the treatment room. He had not changed much—sharp features, high nose bridge, deep, defined eyes. Just as impossibly handsome as he was the first time we kissed. Almost as if sensing my gaze, Keith looked up, sharp and alert. Our eyes met—and for a second, it felt like the air froze. Everyone thought I would recklessly ruin Keith’s engagement, just like the wild girl I used to be. But what they didn’t realize was… my time was running out. I stepped forward, calm and composed, a faint smile on my lips. "It's been a while… my dear brother." I could not help but whisper in my heart, "These few days will be our final farewell, Keith."

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.

Jessie Stewart spent twelve years as an orphan before she was finally brought home to the Stewart family. For the first time in her life, she had parents and brothers. But the very people who promised to love and protect her turned against her. Bruce Stewart, her father, who once vowed she'd be his cherished daughter, told her that if she had any conscience at all, she wouldn't fight Mia Stewart, her adoptive sister, for a man. Her brothers, who swore they'd spoil her rotten, dragged her onto an operating table just to draw blood for Mia. As for her fiancé, Henry Lawson, every time things got dangerous, he chose to protect Mia instead of her. Three years later, Jessie's parents were on their knees in tears. Her once arrogant brothers slapped themselves in shame. Even her arrogant ex-fiancé knelt at her feet. They all begged her to come back. Little did they know, Jessie's heart had long since been closed off during those countless nights of pain and betrayal. She had already met the love of her life. In the years to come, she would never again be alone. He tended to her every need. To him, Jessie was everything and more.

My boyfriend, Simon Hepworth, gets down on one knee for the 66th time. Moved by his persistence, I finally say yes. But on the eve of our wedding, he drops a bombshell on me. He tells me he wants to have a child with his stepsister, Fiona Hepworth. I find it ridiculous and get into a huge fight with him. But I never could've imagined what would come next. On our wedding day, I wait at the altar for three hours, bouquet in my hands, only for him to dismissively tell me that the wedding is postponed. All because he and Fiona have an IVF appointment that very day. "Fiona was abused by her father growing up. She'll never be able to marry," he explains. "I just want to help her fulfill her dream of being a mother. It's just IVF. It's not like we're actually sleeping together. Stop being so sensitive." He then hangs up, leaving me alone at the wedding under the gaze of countless guests and flashing media cameras. The shock sends my father into the ICU. Standing by his bedside, I make a vow. "Dad, you were right. I won't marry Simon. Next week, I'll come home and take over the family business."

I was diagnosed with Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy. In half a month, I would be dead. The day I received the diagnosis, I decided to give up treatment and donate my body to the Central Research Institute after my death. Through the mind link, I reached out to my brother, whom I hadn’t seen in six years, hoping he would help me sign the papers. He sneered and cut off the link without any hesitation. With the Spirit Severance Donation Contract, a formal waiver of my right to have my wolf spirit returned to my pack's sacred grounds after death, I crossed countless territories alone to the high-ranking city where he resided. He had been promoted to commander of the Silverfang Patrol, basking in glory. He casually signed the document without even looking at me, then said with chilling indifference, “Don’t ever come to me again. Given how ungrateful you are, I can't be bothered to give you a proper burial." I nodded lightly. “I understand.” He did not know that the money for his treatments in the past years had come from me. Now, there were only seven days left until my death.

Accused of killing her mate at just eighteen, her life was shattered beyond repair. As punishment, her wolf was crippled—left broken as a living reminder of a crime she never committed. By twenty-one, she was wolfless, mateless, and stripped of everything. Despite being the daughter of a Lycan King, she owned nothing but two pieces of faded clothing and a worn-out mat. Enduring countless punishments from her stepmother, stepsibling, and even her own biological father, she finally chose death over suffering. But that was when the true nightmare began. She woke up one morning pregnant. The identity of the father of the pup growing in her womb was a mystery, even to her. Her stepmother reveled in the disgrace, using the pregnancy to humiliate her further. But the shame didn’t last long. Because the most feared Alpha of all appeared—Alpha Draven, known for his brutality and merciless nature—claiming the child in her womb as his and demanding that she be placed under his care as she carried his heir. But little did she know that her own father and stepmother had sold her off to the Alpha King as a breeder. And when the truth finally began to unravel, she started to wonder, Was Alpha Draven her salvation… or the beginning of a far deadlier fate?

Alicia’s wedding once made headlines across all of New Yorke. The man who put the ring on her finger was Matteo Vitale, the youngest Don of the Vitale family. She was not a socialite heiress. She was a lawyer who had won countless cases for powerful families. She was also five years older than her husband. When Matteo was thirty and at the peak of his career, Alicia was already thirty-five. Back then, Matteo told her that age would never be a problem between them. As long as she wanted him, he would never let her go for the rest of his life. But in the fifth year of their marriage, a young woman burst into her office and dropped a divorce agreement on her desk. “I heard you’re the best divorce lawyer on New Yorke’s East Side. There isn’t a divorce case you can’t win, right? “I want to hire you to help my boyfriend get a divorce from his wife. “My boyfriend says his wife is thirty-five now. She smells old. Every time he touches her, he feels sick.” She opened the divorce agreement with practiced ease. She looked first at the names, as she always did. [Husband: Matteo Vitale [Wife: Alicia Leon] Her fingers paused for a brief moment. She was Alicia Leon!

Daemon who was once a useless, powerless man despised and bullied by others, worked his way to the top, facing many challenges and opposition from crooked and twisted ministers, sinister and wicked demon Lords who are trying to bring him down, becoming the Demon Emperor, a figure who now holds the highest authority. He swore revenge against the humans - the ones who ruin his family, massacred his innocent family and left him orphan. There's a big organisation called the Demon Hunters whose aim is to rid the world of demons, and they were the ones who killed Daemon's family. Amidst the chaos, he encounters Victoria Bennett, an unsuspecting human who stumbles into his realm searching for her missing brother, igniting a forbidden romance between two souls from opposing worlds. However, their love faces insurmountable obstacles as both humans and Victoria's own family relentlessly strive to tear them apart. Will Daemon and his loyal Demon Lords succeed in their audacious mission? Can they find solace in one another, despite the deceit and dark enigmas they harbor? Can the flame of love burn brightly between a human and a demon, defying the shackles of an ancient curse that has endured for countless millennia? And in the ultimate test of devotion, what choice will Victoria make: her blood ties or the irrevocable love of her life?

Abandoned by her mother and betrayed by her one and only friend. Iasha is sold to a Demon Lord during an auction. As if the moon goddess didn't approve of her birth, she ran into the the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack who wanted her to be his slave by all means. Avarez Dunek is a two centuries old werewolf and the Alpha of the BlueMoon pack. The devil's reincarnation was the notorious name he was known for across the kingdom. He only had one secret in life but she just had to find out about it before anyone else could. He couldn't let her leave, she would either be a slave for him or die by his hands but it looked like fate had other plans for Iasha and Avarez. Would he be able to kill her like he had promised himself and go to the grave with his secret or could there be many truths to the surficial truth he believed he knew? " I could never bite a lowly slave like you and make my pack disappointed in me," Avarez told her but his gaze was still focused on those luscious lips, he had tried to look away countless times but everything led back to those lips... Iasha snorted and looked at him with contempt "You think I want to be mated to a mask-wearing commoner pretending to be an alpha of a pack,"