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Right after returning from a business trip, Cecelia Moore held her ultrasound report as she hurried to the private suite at the club. She was eager to surprise her husband, Francis Rivera. Just as she was about to open the door, she caught a few words drifting through the crack that stopped her cold. "…So, Fran, did you really marry Cecelia Moore just to protect Melody Green?" In that instant, every drop of blood in Cecelia's body seemed to freeze—she couldn't move.

“Fuck it!” He thought, arching closer to the guy, throwing his arms around his neck, “I'm getting engaged tomorrow and will be closeted for the rest of my life, living under pretense. Why don't I just experience sex with a hot dude for one night? Just one night… just one night…” *** Lincoln Smith had no regret that night he made the impulsive decision to have sex with the hot, mesmerizing man across the bar. He was sure it was the best night of his life… one he would never get to experience again. But then on the day of his engagement party, he was to receive a shocking blow. The man he had shared an intimate, passionate night with, the man he was sure he had a connection with, was his fiance’s big brother! Right there and then, he knew he was universally and colossally fucked! WARNING: This Book Contains Some Explicit Scenes Between Characters That May Not Be Suitable To Some Readers. Viewers Discretion Is Advised.

When Isabella walks in on her husband with another woman, the betrayal shatters the quiet grace she’s built her life upon. But the moment she walks away, leaving divorce papers in her wake, she begins a journey she never saw coming. From the ashes of humiliation rises a woman the world once forgot—one whose name, long buried in secrecy, holds the power to shake empires. In a world where love is a weapon and loyalty a currency, Isabella’s silence becomes her strength—and her return, their reckoning.

A year ago, Aveline Young found a man with amnesia on the side of the road and brought him home. This man was strikingly handsome, with broad shoulders, long legs, and a face that could easily earn a fortune in modeling. Aveline felt an embarrassing flutter in her heart and on a whim, they quickly got married. However, once the man recovered his memory, his first action was to divorce her, claiming he needed to go back and take over his family's business. Aveline was stunned but accepted the divorce, thinking that money was more important and that she shouldn't be tied to one man when there were plenty of younger options available. On the day they finalized their divorce, Aveline shocked everyone in Cloudflare City with a bold statement in the divorce papers: "He’s no good, so I got bored." Post-divorce, Aveline was never short of attention from young, attractive men. At one social event, a friend inquired whether she would ever consider reconciling. Aveline scoffed. "The one who brings up getting back together is a dog!" Late one night, her phone rang. "Who's this?" "Woof!"

ARIA VOSS was eighteen years old the night ZAYDEN COLE — Alpha of the Storm Pack, Lord of the Northern Territories — looked her in the eye and told her she was not his mate. He was lying. Or rather, he believed a lie someone else had handed him. His Beta, REEVE, had fed Zayden a carefully constructed falsehood on the night of Aria's coming-of-age ceremony — the night their mate bond should have been formally recognized. Reeve had his own reasons, his own ambitions, and a very clear understanding that a true mate bond between Zayden and the last heir of the Voss bloodline would make Zayden untouchable in ways that would close every door Reeve had been quietly opening for himself. The rejection shattered Aria. She disappeared from the Northern Territories entirely, found shelter in a rival pack, and spent three years doing two things simultaneously: rebuilding herself from the inside out, and very quietly, very patiently, learning everything there was to know about what she actually was. Because the Voss bloodline is not ordinary. The last heirs of the Voss line carry a rare and ancient power — the ability to either anchor or destroy an unraveling Alpha mate bond. When a true bond is severed without consent, it does not simply disconnect. It turns. It begins consuming the Alpha's wolf from the inside, slowly and invisibly, accelerating with each passing moon cycle. The only thing that can stop it — or weaponize it further — is the living heir of the bloodline the bond was broken with. Aria is that heir. She didn't fully understand what that meant until she was twenty. By twenty-one, she had a plan.

The nanny, Polly Jackson, pushes me down the stairs when I'm seven months pregnant. I suffer from major blood loss and go into premature labor. Before I can question her about it, Zachary Campbell brushes me off with a lame excuse. "Polly didn't mean it. You and the baby are fine, so don't be so petty about this." I get out of bed to move around. I'm at the bathroom door when I hear Zachary and Polly's conversation. "Are you sure that wretch can stay alive, Zachary? Switching it out won't be that easy if it dies." "Don't worry about whether Daisy Jameson's baby can live, Mom. Either way, mine and Danielle's child will be the Campbell family's sole heir." I pretend I've never heard this and raise my son for 18 years. During a banquet held in honor of a share ownership transfer, Polly suddenly shows up with my mentally impaired daughter. She cries, "Mason is my grandson! It's high time he's returned to his rightful place after being raised by the wrong family for so long!" I'm unfazed. I even laugh at her words. "Fine, then!"

“My Sweet Miranda" He whispered, causing her to glare at him and his sneaky hands that danced around her body, setting it aflame. The burning in between her legs heightened as her eyes met his gaze that boiled with desire. "Let Me Go Darren" Miranda warned, ignoring the pool of water that was starting to swim down her legs. She wanted him as much as he did but the bitterness of his betrayal and actions caused tears to escape her eyes. "Let me Go now!" she ordered once more pulling a lust drunken Darren back to reality. He had messed her up and Winning her back was going to take more than their burning desires. Book Two: Never Let Go, Alpha So many questions unanswered and a close enemy lurking in the shadows, Miranda and Darren are pulled again once again from their dream of a happy ever after as an unfortunate event strikes. Darren had chased her and the enemy had pulled them close, it’s left to Miranda to fight for Darren as their memories fade from his subconscious. Will their live finally prevail or would we be left once again in the dark of what games fate plays?

On the 20th of May, Stella Jewell posted a new update of her status on social media: Single, Free to Mingle. PS: Priorities for physically healthy individuals. The accompanying image was a divorce certificate. This surge of actions from Stella was just like she was in the past when she had married into the Kane family without warning. This news caused carnage within her circle of friends. Right after her breakup, she implied that her ex-husband, Keegan Kane, was sterile. Did she have a death wish for doing so? Who is Keegan Kane? A ruthless person that could sue the media company, that had made rumors, until they were bankrupt. Would he tolerate his ex-wife, who left the marriage with nothing, to connote him in such a way? In the end, after twenty minutes, everyone had their jaws dropped again. Under Stella's new account, the newly registered account commented, "Let me out of the blacklist!"

At our daughter’s three-month milestone party, my husband Garrett’s so-called "best friend" publicly humiliated me. “Hey, Vivian. I heard you're a little loose down there after popping out the kid.” "If it's that bad, you better get some tightening surgery quick—don't wanna mess up your marriage vibes!" Garrett shot her a playful glare and snapped, "Knock it off, Scarlett! You can't just say whatever pops into your head." Then he turned to me with a breezy shrug. "She's just like that—total tomboy. We grew up together; she means no harm." Scarlett shook her half-exposed breast and pouted, "Oh, come on, don't take it personally, Vivian. Honestly, I'm kind of jealous of you." "See, my problem is the opposite. I'm way too tight—hurts like hell during my period. No clue who's gonna get lucky with this later." Then she cut her eyes toward Garrett with a playful wink. " Oh right, you've tried it before, haven't you?" The room went dead silent. Every pair of eyes drifted toward me, barely concealing their curiosity. I smiled, set down my wine glass, and looked at Scarlett with fake concern. "That's strange. I don't remember making it that tight when I did your surgery."

On the tenth day of my postpartum recovery, my husband, Deputy Commander Harvey Wyatt, uploads a photo of me breastfeeding my newborn in a disheveled state to the department's group chat. Obviously, that photo was taken without my knowledge. "See? After having a kid, she's as loose as a sack. It makes me sick just looking at her. I much prefer my side piece, who's nice and tight." A few female colleagues send sweating emojis to the group. The majority of the chat, however, consists of the male colleagues' perverse silence. While I continue to burp my baby with one hand, my tears land on the screen. In order to give birth to this baby, my pelvic bone was sawn in half, which causes me so much pain that I can't even walk properly. But all I get in return is my own husband body-shaming me in front of hundreds of people. I don't bother arguing with Harvey at all. Half an hour later, I drag my broken body all the way to the commander's office with a divorce agreement as well as the chat history over the past ten days, which has been printed out, in my hands.