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At the Hunting Festival, Cynthia Whitefang flashes a stack of cash and demands that my mate, Simon Fenwick, become her bodyguard. "Just accept it, Layla." Simon flashes his fangs and tells Cynthia to get lost in a rude tone. Our son, Noah Fenwick, who's chronically poisoned by silver, waves his fists angrily as well to chase Cynthia away. But I just stare at the stack of cash quietly. Memories of a conversation I had overheard last week surge into my mind at that moment. That time, Noah was tugging at the hem of Simon's shirt while standing under a tree. "Daddy, can I keep pretending to be poisoned? That way, Mommy will keep giving me money to treat my poison. I wanna buy gifts for Cynthia!" he said coquettishly. Simon had replied dotingly, "Of course! But you must remember to never tell Mommy that I'm not hurt. Only when she's filled with guilt will she love us forever." It turns out that my husband is faking his injury, while my son is faking being poisoned. They've played me like a fiddle the whole time. I, on the other hand, have to risk my life time and again to earn money just to treat their imaginary illness and wounds. To think that all of my earnings are used on pleasing another she-wolf… I raise my head, soon meeting Cynthia's confident gaze. "Okay. You can have him."

It is payback time! Cynthia Laurent’s comeback is fueled by heartbreak… and a love that won’t let go. The day she was told she had six months to live, her husband’s betrayal cut deeper than any diagnosis. While grappling with a brain tumor, Cynthia overheard her stepsister’s cruel confession: “I’m pregnant.” One look at her husband’s face told her the truth — the affair was real, and the baby was his. Eight years of marriage, discarded like trash. Her pleas were met with her mother-in-law’s venom who saw her only as a nanny, a cook, a housekeeper, a cleaner – never a daughter-in-law and her eight-year-old son’s chilling wish for a “new mom.” Broken and abandoned, Cynthia vanished to Paris, ready to die. But fate had other plans. In Paris, three men of immense power burst into her life, claiming to be her brothers and vowed to protect her at all costs. Titans of industry, speed, and medicine, they rebuilt Cynthia from the ground up. Now, as the Michelin-starred queen of Maison Cynclair, Cynthia returns to the city that destroyed her. Her ex-husband falls to his knees. “We’re still married,” he pleads. Her son cries, “Mom, don’t you love me anymore?” The woman they once broke is gone. “Thank you for your betrayal,” she replied, calm and clear. “It made me a hundred-million-dollar woman.” A man’s love fades. An empire? Never.

Are you..sure? Are you sure..you don't love me anymore?? Drake asked, stuttered, his eyes red, his face haggard, his black hair disheveled. He looked no better than a beggar, his clothes wrinkled seemingly having been worn for a decade. Fate knows how to twist things, when he meets Cynthia Frost he plays the usual playboy card but, do Cynthia Frost's qualities only garner a one night stand? No, he gets addicted. And Cynthia?? Who is she? The most prominent rising supermodel, so alluring and irresistible. She doesn't believe in love. Don't let her sweet public personality deceive you. What does fate have for them when the player gets played and the guarded heart begins to crumble

I have spent ten years fighting against the fake heiress, Cynthia Powell, to secure the Powell family's inheritance. Eventually, we both set our sights on the eldest son of the wealthy Wright family, Robin Wright. In my first life, I secure the marriage, but on the very night the shares are transferred to my name, I die a gruesome death. Blood seeps from my eyes and mouth as I collapse. As I lie there dying, Robin calmly wipes the poisonous powder from his fingertips and smiles at me. "My apologies, Kathy Powell. You have to die for the sake of the woman I truly love." I repeatedly curse Cynthia in my heart. In my second life, I am determined to avoid being murdered by Cynthia and her lover. So, I pass the marriage opportunity over to Cynthia. On their wedding day, I'm relaxing at home with a face mask when the police burst through my door and handcuff me. "Cynthia's car was firebombed on the way to the wedding ceremony, and she was burned to a crisp. We found your fingerprints on the fuel tank. You're under arrest for arson and murder. Please come with us," the police orders. The news shocks me. I'm sentenced to death, all thanks to Robin's manipulation. When I wake up, I'm in my third life. After seeing the Wright family's marriage proposal on the table, Cynthia and I take a step back. A chill runs down both our spines. Robin is a curse. How is it that whoever marries him ends up dead?

Cynthia is a pregnant cheerleader. Her boyfriend ghosted her immediately after she told him the news. Her brother's best friend, the hockey captain Asher, threw a party and invited all of her boyfriend's flings, and they unite to dump him in public. Cynthia said, "Thanks for always being a big brother to me." Asher raised his eyebrow and asked, "Brother? How about your baby’s dad?"

Just then, he pulled her closer to him and placed his hands softly on her waist. Belle’s heart was racing faster than it had ever done before. She couldn’t believe what was happening. He was taller than her and she loves a man who was taller than her. Ronnie’s brain reeled from sensory overload. Belle’s honeysuckle scent,her red velvet lips, shoved him to the brink. It had been a long time. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman the way he wanted her. He leaned forward, looking into her eyes, he whispered in her ear with a soft voice; “Can i kiss you?” Belle was almost trembling but not because she was afraid. It was because she had waited for this moment and it was finally happening. She stared right back into his eyes and nodded in consent. Ronnie smiled at her softly. She could tell he was pleased by her approval. He pulled her closer again. This time, so his body was brushing against hers. Her boobs were touching his broad and chiseled chest. He could see her black bra through the dress she wore which showed off her cleavage. It drove him wild seeing them. She felt him nudging at her lower thighs. He felt really big she thought. He breathed deeply as he ran his hands through her hair and face. He softly held her chin up closer to his face so his lips could touch her soft moisturized lips and then he kissed her. Her lips felt so soft he couldn’t stop kissing them. She wondered if she had finally found the perfect guy to prove to her friends she’s a real lover girl and not a nonchalant girl who hates or doesn’t really care about love.

I quickly snapped my head up, my swollen eyes gawked at him, “She…. Is Harper pregnant?” I asked in disbelief. Where did I go wrong? “Yes, you heard it, right." A small satisfying smile curled up on his lips. "She did something you couldn’t boast of since our seven years of marriage.” ** *** After Logan Winston slept with Victoria’s step-sister, Harper, and divorced her. Victoria left in pain, hiding her pregnancy. She traveled to Seoul to start from scratch. Seven years later, she returns to the country with a little boy for business reasons but this time she is no longer the naive, desperate pathetic ugly wife of Logan Winston. Now, she is a beautiful, wealthy, and successful woman. The son looks exactly like Logan. And for the first time after years, Logan's heart beats again after seeing her. He wants a second chance; a chance to fix everything but Victoria is no longer the same woman again. This time she vowed to make the Winston family pay for the pain they caused her years back. But her son wants a father figure in his life. Do you think she will ever give Logan a second chance and bring down the cold walls she had built around her? But what will happen now that Logan’s mother wants Harper for him? Do you think Harper will stay put and watch the two lovers rekindle back again without a fight? The ball is now in your court, please read to find out what happens next.

Princess Avalea, a Venusian Witch and the heir to the throne of the magical kingdom of Altair, finds herself on the run after witnessing the assassination of her father, the King. Helpless and hurt, she is forced to seek refuge with Aldrich, a Werewolf, a Cursed One. While Venusian Witches are the highest, the purest amongst all magical beings in Altair, the Werewolves, also known as the Cursed Ones are the lowliest, the crassest, the crudest. They're savages who have gained entry into Altair by deceitful means. Or at least, that's what Princess Avalea has been led to believe. With assassins after her own life and a traitor to weed out, the only person Princess Avalea can trust, ironically, is Aldrich the Werewolf. As he nurses her back to health, her prejudices begin to dissolve, and a bond develops between the savagely handsome werewolf and the pure, ethereally beautiful witch princess. But Aldrich has secrets. Deep, dark secrets that can shatter Avalea's heart and leave it broken beyond repair.

“You are nothing but a pathetic, weak omega. What makes you think I would choose you to be my mate? You know what, I might as well put you in your place… I, Damien Trax, reject you, Shannon Clark, as my fated mate. I advise you to get the fuck out of here before I have the guards throw you out.” Damien's words leave me breathless, and at that moment, something in me breaks. *** Rejected and betrayed by her mate and sister, Shannon believes things couldn't get any worse until she returns to her pack and is faced with an even more cruel fate–her parents had just sold her off to some men. When she yells her father's name for help, he tells her to her face that she's useless and worthless to the pack and he has no choice but to sell her off. And just like that, Shannon's world shatters. She is sold into a brothel to be a hooker. Soon, she has no choice but to accept her fate. But everything changes all of a sudden when she comes in contact with the ruthless Wolf King of the famous Shadowmoon pack; Evan Quinn. What happens when he offers to buy her off as his breeder and take her to his pack? Will her life get any better or is she on her way to her doom?

One night of reckless drinking to forget a cheating ex-boyfriend was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, Elena wakes up with a bite mark on her neck she mistakes for a rough hickey and memories of a man who moved like a predator. When she walks into her Advanced Law seminar, she’s horrified to find her "beast" standing at the podium. Professor Alaric Blackwood is cold, professional, and lethal. But Alaric isn't alone. He’s a triplet, and his brothers—the billionaire CEO and the outlaw biker president—can smell her on him. They are Lycan royalty, they are a unit, and they’ve decided she belongs to all of them. Elena is thrust into a world of fangs and war, carrying a secret that will change the Lycan hierarchy forever.