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The buzzing of my phone in the middle of the night jolted me awake. On the other end of the line came a voice I could never forget. It was my daughter! However, she died three years ago!

He is the Eagle, the unknown face but the known name in the underworld mafia. She is sweet and normal girl who was just betrayed by her fiance. She was searching for the life for herself. But what happens when these two who are completely unknown of their future clash together? What happens when the most powerful underworld mafia asks her to be his son's nanny and she falls for him hard? Will he fall for her despite the fact that he was once betrayed? Will he be able to replace her? Warning:∆The following contents may contain scenes which aren't tolerable and appropriate for some readers.Please, read at your own risk.Contains mature contents of violence, murder, blood shedding and sexual intimacies.∆

To Marry a Monster: Book 2 " My fiancé left me humiliated at the altar. So I walked next door and married the most dangerous predator in the city. I wanted the alliance. I practically begged for it to save the Whitmore bloodline from extinction. But when I stood in the Moonveil Grand Hall ready to bind my life to Ronan Blackwell, he did the unthinkable—he jilted me in front of the entire elite wolf society, leaving my family completely defenseless. With our enemies already closing in on our borders, I had exactly one move left. I marched straight into the Silverfang Ceremony Chamber next door. Inside, Lucien Afolayan—the ruthless head of the Afolayan Dominion—was standing at the altar alone, his own noble bride having just vanished into the night. I offered him a cold, desperate transaction: take me instead. Lucien didn't marry me out of love; he needed an elite vanguard commander, and I needed an executioner's army. But now that we're bound by blood and mafia law, the dynamics in his citadel are turning lethal. His dark, possessive touch is waking up a feral hunger I wasn't prepared for, and his amber eyes demand far more than a political contract. Now, the borders are fracturing under a silver-rot infection, a phantom stalker is hunting my scent, and Ronan Blackwell is suddenly realizing exactly what he threw away. My ex-fiancé wants me back, but Lucien has already tasted my skin. And an Alpha King never gives up his property alive."

“I will give you the contract on one condition,” Nathaniel finally spoke. “And what is that condition, Mr. Blackwood?” I asked him. “Be Mrs. Blackwood for 100 days, and the contract is all yours,” Nathaniel said, his eyes looking straight into mine as if he was trying to read my thoughts. When Rayner Carson's world is shattered by her fiance's infidelity, she unexpectedly meets with Nathaniel Blackwood, the richest and most feared billionaire in Diavolo. He proposes a shocking deal for her to marry him for 100 days in exchange for a lucrative business contract that will get her a promotion which would be a step to her dream position. As Rayner navigates the complexities of her fake marriage, she begins to break Nathaniel's defenses, revealing his vulnerable heart beneath. But will she be able to tame his heart and uncover the secrets behind his guarded emotions? Will she ever get to find out the reason the cold-hearted billionaire chose her? Will their arrangement expire before love has a chance to bloom? Dive into this captivating romance to discover the power of love.

The ninth bonding ceremony between me and the Alpha King, Thorne Ravencrest, is finally here. Yet once again, I failed to become his Luna Queen. Not because he broke his promise, but because I'm not qualified enough. The Elders made it crystal clear that every Luna Queen recognized by the Moon Goddess throughout history must cultivate 365 Moonlight Flowers using their own blood essence. But every year on the eve of the ceremony, no matter how careful I am, there's always one flower missing. This year, I nearly drained myself completely and barely managed to grow the right number. Ecstatic, I go to find Thorne, wanting to surprise him. Through the partially open door of the throne hall, I hear his Beta say to him, "Alpha King, Sera's been waiting for you for eight years now. Are you ever going to bond with her?" Thorne shakes his head. "I promised Willow we can't bond this year either." His Beta hesitates. "What if Sera actually manages to grow enough Moonlight Flowers?" Thorne goes silent for a moment, then claps his hands. A shadow wolf appears and melts into the darkness. Before long, a shadow wolf returns with a Moonlight Flower clamped in its jaws. He tears the flower into shreds and lets out a sigh. "Sera has plenty of blood. Forget one year. She could keep cultivating for another ten years and still be fine. "But Willow's been poisoned with wolfsbane. I'm all she has left, and she wants me by her side in her final days. "I can't bear to refuse Willow, which means Sera will just have to wait a bit longer." I bite my lip hard, barely able to believe what I'm hearing. So the Moonlight Flowers that kept mysteriously disappearing were all destroyed by him. Becoming Luna Queen has been my dream since childhood. But if he never intended to bond with me at all, then it's time I leave him.

On our sixth wedding anniversary, my cheeks burn as I dodge my husband, Ethan Grant, leaning in for a hungry kiss. I push him toward the nightstand for a rubber. What he doesn't know is that I've tucked a surprise in there, a positive pregnancy test. I can already see it, the way his whole face will light up the second he finds it. But the moment his hand goes for the drawer, his phone goes off. His best friend, Henry Miller, comes on the line in Danish. "Mr. Grant, how was last night? That new love couch our company rolled out is treating you okay?" Ethan lets out a low laugh and answers in Danish, "The massage feature's great. Saves me from having to rub Sandy's back myself." He still has me pulled tight against him, but his eyes look straight through me, like he's seeing someone else. "This stays between us. If my wife ever finds out I slept with her sister, I'm done." It feels like someone just put a knife through my chest. What they don't know is that I minored in Danish in college, so I catch every single word. I force myself to stay calm, but the arms I have looped around Ethan's neck won't stop shaking. At that moment, I stop hesitating and decide I'll take the offer from that international research project. Three days from now, I'll be gone from Ethan's world for good.

Raine had a second chance at life when she was reborn as a wealthy heiress. She had a plan: to save the man of her dreams from his tragic fate and make him hers. She proposed to him with a bold offer. "Marry me. You can escape from your stalker and have a virgin bride. It’s not bad, isn’t it?" She vowed to protect him and avenge his previous death. She didn't mind being in a fake marriage, or so she thought. But he was not the prince charming she imagined. He was a seductive temptation that she couldn't resist. "I'm not the sweet candy you think I am, honey. No, I'm not…" Would she be able to break free from his thorny embrace? He was intrigued by the first woman who dared to ask him to marry her with such a serious expression. Kai was a famous star, and women adored his charisma and beauty. He agreed to her proposal and planned to use this innocent heiress for his own purposes. No strings attached. But he was tempted. His wife was too enticing to resist. "You walked into my trap, Raine. Don't blame me if I can't get enough of you." Could they find love in their web of lies? What secrets was Kai hiding from her? Would Raine's love be able to heal Kai's wounds? Could their contract marriage turn into a real romance?

There's only one reason why Irvin decided to talk to the most feared student in the campus, that is to protect himself from the manipulation that his friend, Tristan created just to get his trust. But why he is still being chased by danger? Join Irvin and Henrick's journey as fake(and maybe real) couple trying to survive the wrath of a nobody.

I was an omega who lost my parents at a young age. The Alpha of my pack adopted me, but little did I know that Kael, my stepbrother and the true blood heir to the throne, was also my mate. However, when the moon goddess chose me as the crown Alpha of our pack, Kael's desire for power consumed him, and he plotted to kill me. I was forced to flee for my life into the human world, where I trained to become a medical doctor. Ironically, my profession came in handy when I stumbled upon a wounded wolf in the woods. I saved his life, only to discover that he was a Lycan king and, surprisingly, my second chance mate. Our union led us to Isolde, a sorcerer who was also a caretaker to female and child slaves in the werewolf slave trade coven. There, I found out that Isolde was also my female mate, making me realize I was a lesbian. But my life was far from simple. Kael was still trying to kill me, Rolan's wicked uncle was plotting against us to take the throne from Rolan, and to make matters worse, Isolde betrayed me when I needed her the most. Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I learned that my adopted father, the only family I had left, was dead. I was truly alone, and survival in this wicked political world seemed like an impossible task.

All my memories are the same for as long as I can remember. Pain, abuse, and being torn down by those who were supposed to care for me the most. All them intermingle and stab at my heart and self-esteem, attempting to turn my very soul to ice. However, amongst all the pain and suffering, there is a moment in time when I truly felt like maybe I wasn't such a wretched existence. And in those memories, it is always the same person that is by my side. The boy with the dark hair that is just a bit too long and stormy gray eyes that take me in as if I'm the most precious existence he has ever laid eyes on. Maybe if this boy hadn't reached out a hand that day I wouldn't have survived, but now I can't even consider looking him in the eye if we ever meet again as I fear seeing that smile and that look of complete and utter devotion being given to someone like me who no longer deserves it.