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I married Kael Throne—the infamous king of New York’s mafia—not for his power, not for his fortune, but because I loved him. He was unlike any man I’d ever known. A man who could have a thousand women at his feet, yet dismissed them all with a single glance. I believed his faithful love until the day I learned the existence of a college girl. He’d “respected” me enough to keep her hidden… until I forced the truth into the light. Kael didn’t rage. He didn’t deny it. He only looked at me with that calm, dangerous gaze and said, “Then we divorce.” I refused. He offered me his money, his casino, his everything. Still I said no. Because I loved him. That’s when his love turned black. He had me kidnapped. My mother, too. All to force my signature on those papers. “You found out,” he said, almost bored. “And there’s no more fun in hiding. Leave now, Vivienne. Give me—and Nyssa—our happy ending.” I watched as the man he’d sent slit my mother’s throat. My answer came too late. Kael Throne was a monster. I collapsed, my head cracking against the floor. And when I opened my eyes… I was back on the day I first learned Nyssa existed. This time, I didn’t confront him. I played the perfect wife, smiling sweetly while I waited for the perfect moment to vanish from his life forever. I just never imagined that when I finally disappeared… Kael would lose his mind.

Raised by a ruthless mercenary, Rebel became one of the deadliest assassins alive. Trained to kill, she knows only bloodshed—until a mission in Cali leads her to Daniel, an infuriating billionaire who makes her dream of something more. But love has a price. Betrayed by the organization that shaped her, Rebel uncovers a shocking truth: Her parents are alive and were victims of the organization and her disappearance was a warning to her Aristocratic father. Now, with Daniel and her mentor by her side, she’s turning the tables. The assassin becomes the avenger, and the hunter becomes the hunted. Only his love for her is powerful enough to bring her back from darkness.

On the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Michael Robertson ghosted. I sat outside the County Clerk's Office for hours. Instead of him, I got a pic from his secretary, Kallie Clunt. She was in his lap, arms wrapped around him, making out like it was the hottest scene in a drama. [Sorry, Elsa. Michael said he had to comfort my broken heart. You don't mind, do you?] When I asked him about it, he just looked annoyed. "She gave me blood once. What's the big deal if I hang out with her? Can't you be a little more understanding?" My stomach dropped. I turned away and called his older brother. "Leon, do you still want to marry me?"

The night I found out, I almost fixed it. Almost. My assignment had been changed to Everglades Academy. Two thousand miles south. Swamp territory. Three omegas died there last year. I'd asked Kael to file my school preference. Silver Peak Academy. Together. The way we'd planned since we were twelve, lying in the snow making promises to the stars. Now the screen said Everglades. I called him immediately. He picked up on the second ring, relaxed as always. "Hey." "My assignment," I said. "It says Everglades." "Oh." Not guilt. Recalibration. "Lil came by while I was filing yours. She wanted to play a prank—switched it to Everglades for a laugh." He laughed. Light. Careless. "Deadline's tomorrow night. Just override it yourself. It takes thirty seconds." "If I hadn't checked—" "But you did check." That patience. "Fen. You always check everything. That's why she knew you'd catch it. It was just a joke." Just a joke. So my future was a punchline. My life, someone else's entertainment. I said nothing. I packed my gear. I left for the transport hub on departure day. Kael found me at the platform. His smile was gone. "I told you to override it. You didn't change it back?" "No."

"Are you sure you want to change your name, Ms. Anderson? You'll have to change your degree certificate, documentation, and passport once you do." Noelle Anderson nods. "I'm sure." The employee tries to talk her out of it. "It's quite troublesome for adults to change their names, and your current name sounds nice. Are you sure you don't want to think about it?" "No, I'm done thinking." She signs the form. "Sorry for the trouble and thanks." "Alright, then. The name you're changing to is… Aria Byrd, right?" "Yeah." Aria Byrd—it means a flight to freedom.

I decide to get onboard with the latest trend by custom-ordering a merfolk meant to serve me from AquaGene Corp. On the day Lance arrives at the company, the engineer tells me, "It's highly recommended that you be there in person, Ms. Ross. That way, you'll be able to form the initial bond with him." So, I spend one day standing before the eco-tank. As soon as Lance opens his eyes, he doesn't show any signs of wanting to get close to me. Instead, he merely scrutinizes me coldly before turning his back on me. I comfort myself, thinking that Lance is just shy. But one week later, I realize how wrong I truly am. I pay money because I want to buy a partner who can keep me company forever. Turns out I buy myself the biggest trouble of the century instead.

The night before my mating ceremony with Alpha Garrett Northwood of the Silverpine Pack, he held a grand Luna ceremony for my silver-poisoned stepsister behind my back. He held Serena close under the starlit sky, his smile tender in a way I'd never seen: "You're the only one I truly love, Serena." "Even though Maya and I are already registered as mates with the Alpha Council, she'll never have my heart. You're the only one I recognize as my Luna." The pack members cheered and blessed them as they completed the ceremony with joy. I watched it all without crying or screaming. Instead, I quietly scheduled an abortion appointment. I've loved Garrett Northwood for twelve years, ever since I first shifted as an adult. But his heart still only had room for my stepsister Serena. If that's how it was, I'd let go. Later, I joined the secluded Herbal Research Center of the Alpha Council. I left Garrett nothing but a mate bond dissolution agreement. But for some reason, Garrett—who had always treated me with disdain—suddenly went crazy begging me not to leave.

Content Warnings ⚠️ Violence BDSM elements Obsessive or possessive behavior Age gap Manipulation Physical fights/assault Torture and trauma (off-page) PTSD Rough sex Family relationships This isn't a sweet, soft love. If you aren't ready for a flawed, morally gray, obsessive character, skip. ~~~~ I started peeling off my clothes right there in the hallway, daring him to look. I wanted to see if the perfect brute my grandfather built has a breaking point. I wanted to see if he was actually human, capable of love, or just a puppet that follows orders. That was the first time I saw the mask slip. That was the night he stopped being my protector and became my predator. Now, we are locked together in a cycle of destruction where his obsession is my only reality. He would rather see me dead than in another man’s arms, and I’m too far gone to want anyone else. Running away from him is the safest option. But why run when his obsessive love is the only thing I'm used to?

Kisah ini menceritakan tentang sosok perempuan yang berprofesi sebagai jurnalis sebuah media lokal di kotanya. Yah, Qifah Akira namanya. Di tengah kesibukannya memburu berita, tuntutan untuk menikah muncul dari ibunya. Namun kecintaannya terhadap profesi itu, membuatnya enggan menerima rencana tersebut. Selain itu, gadis berparas cantik yang hobi makan dan tidur itu hanya ingin calon pendamping hidupnya adalah orang yang dipilihnya sendiri. Lantas sang ibu pun memberikannya tenggat waktu 5 bulan agar Akira bisa segera mendatangkan calon suami pilihannya. Namun hal itu tampaknya akan sulit. Sebab, bagaimana bisa segera mendapat jodoh jika dalam kesehariannya sikap gadis itu terkesan acuh pada pria yang mendekatinya. Nah mampukah Akira menemukan cinta sejatinya? Inilah Akira mengajak kamu ikut dalam lika-liku menjadi seorang jurnalis wanita.

No one knew that three days ago, the aloof CEO in the boardroom, Sophia Monroe, had been tangled up with me in her executive office, going at it for eight intense rounds. I thought Sophia had finally agreed to what I had been asking for. But then she pulled her dress back on, turned around, and disappeared without a trace. She was gone for an entire month. I stayed by Mom's grave for what felt like forever. Suddenly, my phone buzzed with the latest trending news. It was about Sophia's wedding of the century, but I was not the groom. At that moment, I was grateful Mom had not lived long enough to see Sophia's true colors. Before shutting off my phone, I sent her a message. [Monday. Courthouse. Divorce.]