Dimension W Mira

Prologue. “You are not her,” his deep, dangerously dark voice whispered softly in her ear. “W…what do you mean? I am not who?” holding her breath unconsciously, she stuttered. “My bride. You are not the woman I was supposed to marry. Where is she?” His hoarse voice pierced through her chest like a knife and she felt her knees go weak, and then staggered backward, shivering. “Where is my bride?” === Sapphire Rodriguez's life got turned upside down when she suddenly had to take her twin sister’s spot on her wedding day. When she thought nothing could be worse than the maltreatment she was getting from her family, her twin sister got involved in an accident a day before her wedding which caused her to go into a state of comatose and she had to be the substitute bride until the real bride wakes up to take back her place. When the billionaire who married her was smarter than she had expected, Sapphire knew that her life was never going to be easy because this husband of hers will not believe that she didn't cause her sister’s accident in order to take her place at her wedding.

Der abscheuliche Verlobte hat mich mit meiner süß-verschlagenen Schwester betrogen, Susanne hat sich umgedreht und einen männlichen Bar-Publizisten zum Heiraten gefunden. Der Gesichtswert des Blitz-Ehemannes ist erstklassig, und sogar mit ihrem Erzfeind Schmidt haben Herr Schmidt einen Nachnamen ...... Susanne sagte, das müsse ein Zufall sein! Aber jedes Mal, wenn Herr Schmidt auftauchte, tauchte die Figur des Blitz-Ehemannes auf, woraufhin der Blitz-Ehemann erklärte: „Das muss ein Zufall sein!“ Susanne glaubte es, bis sie eines Tages das gleiche hübsche Gesicht von Herr Schmidt und dem Blitz-Ehemann sah. Susanne ballte die Fäuste, biss die Zähne zusammen: „Das ist ein Zufall?!!!“ Im Internet kursierte das Gerücht, dass das Schmidt-Kraftpaket, Herr Schmidt, sich in eine verheiratete Frau verliebt hatte. Der Schmidt-Klan widerlegte das Gerücht sofort: „Gerücht! Es ist definitiv ein Gerücht, die Familie Schmidt würde niemals eine Ehe zerstören!“ Doch dann traten Herr Schmidt mit einer Frau in Erscheinung: „Es ist kein Gerücht, meine Frau ist tatsächlich verheiratet!“

Ich war seit neun Jahren mit dem Kindheitsfreund meiner Schwester und wir standen kurz vor der Verlobung. Wie immer war er auf der Party mit seinen Freunden betrunken und ich holte ihn ab. Als ich vor der Tür stand und gerade Hallo sagen wollte, hörte ich die neckische Stimme eines seiner Freunde. „Vincent, deine Traumfrau ist zurück aus dem Ausland. Was machst du mit dem Ersatz? Wirfst du sie loswerden oder hast du gleichzeitig zwei?“ Er grinste höhnisch. Dann sagt ein anderer neben ihm lachend: „Vincent, du bist so v*rdammt beneidenswert. Nachdem deine Traumfrau Chiara weg war, hast du dich aus Einsamkeit mit der Schwester deines Kindheitsfreundes vergnügt. Du hast immer gesagt, nach neun Jahren bist du satt. Und jetzt ist Chiara auch zurück!“ Vincents Stimme war voller Wut. „Chiara hat damals behauptet, ich würde mein ganzes Leben lang nur sie lieben! Natürlich musste ich einen billigen Ersatz nehmen, um ihr Selbstvertrauen ordentlich zu erschüttern!“

Nach dem Tod seiner ersten Liebe hasste Alexander Müller mich zehn Jahre lang. Ich versuchte überall, ihm zu gefallen, aber er lachte nur kalt: „Wenn du mich wirklich zufriedenstellen willst, dann stirb lieber.“ Mein Herz schmerzte, doch als der große Lkw auf mich zuraste, starb er in einer Blutlache, um mich zu retten. Vor seinem Tod blickte er mich tief an: „Wenn... ich dir nur niemals begegnet wäre.“ Bei der Beerdigung war Frau Müller untröstlich. „Damals hätte ich Alexander und Greta zusammenbringen sollen, anstatt ihn zu zwingen, dich zu heiraten!“ Herr Müller hasste mich: „Alexander hat dich drei Mal gerettet, so ein guter Mensch – warum bist du nicht gestorben!“ Alle bedauerten, dass Alexander mich geheiratet hatte, ich eingeschlossen. Völlig gebrochen wurde ich von der Beerdigung vertrieben. Drei Jahre später tauchte plötzlich eine Zeitmaschine auf, und ich kehrte in die Vergangenheit zurück. Dieses Mal beschloss ich, jede Verbindung zu Alexander abzubrechen und allen anderen zu ihrem Glück zu verhelfen.

All my life I've been waiting for my mate. I never thought he would turn out to be my boss. I’m his secretary by day, but his secret lover by night. That’s been our status quo for four years now. He says an Alpha in his position must maintain his reputation. “My family’s honor is my greatest privilege,” he once said to me. Honor might keep Emeric Garvalle from claiming me properly as his. But it sure doesn’t stop him from devouring me during our weekly hookups. Nor does it stop him from locking his office door behind us and bending me over his big mahogany desk whenever he feels so inclined. Most of the time, Emeric is nothing but cold to me. But he’s like a different person in bed, where he can’t get enough of me. A secretary with benefits. That’s all he wants me to be.

Having an Awakenist as my wife meant enduring her monkish attitude toward sex. We could only be intimate on the sixteenth of every month. Every detail—my position, rhythm, even my expression—had to follow her rigid rules. If I showed too much pleasure, she would immediately rise and leave. We had been married for five years. Was I ever tired of this? Yes. Still, I always gave in. I accepted these limitations because I loved her. "The Saintess loves me too," I told myself. That faith shattered the day I was sent to extinguish a hotel fire. Amid the flames, I found my wife pressed close to a man in disheveled clothes. Between their arms was a young boy.

Selene Wright witnessed the suicide of her parents and the decline of her family. She was ridiculed and tortured, with no chance of surviving, when Lyon Armstrong, the ruler of the Armstrong family, saved her. Lyon brought her home and demanded that she get married to him in exchange for her parents' vengeance.

The Omega Rises: The Alphas true born Alyssa Hale was a baby when she was found abandoned to die in Hulen Woods, raised by the Moonborn Pack but never truly one of them. As an omega, she is beneath them all—training to fight but never allowed to rise. Her only escape, Levi Conan, the future Alpha, her forbidden love. But love is a dangerous game, and Alyssa loses. On the night of Levi’s wedding to her best friend, Mira, Alyssa is humiliated. Forced to serve the man she loves and his new wife. Forced to endure the wandering hands of Alpha Conan and given an impossible choice, Alyssa runs. Now a rogue, she faces a brutal world where survival is a battle. Hunted. Broken. Alone. Until she meets Zev, a deadly warrior who tempts her with promises of freedom. But trust is a weakness, and Zev has his own agenda. Betrayed again, Alyssa is dragged to Fenrath, the most powerful pack in existence. Alyssa is forced into servitude. But within its walls, secrets stir. A Luna who watches her too closely. A stolen birthright hidden in blood. A past she was never meant to acknowledge. She was never meant to serve. She was meant to rule. Now, caught between seduction, power, and betrayal, Alyssa must fight for her destiny. Because in a world where Lunas and Alphas reign, only the strongest survive.

“Kneel!” He commanded towering over her petite frame like a predator out for his prey. She immediately complied staring up into his eyes. “That’s like a good girl!” he complimented leaning down to trace her lips with his hand. “or should I say good cop?” he asked smile morphing into a sly one. Her eyes widened as she gasped in shock. Mabel Page, an FBI agent who had slowly worked her way to the top of her unit was suddenly given an undercover mission to infiltrate a Mafia lord’s harem and reveal his crimes. She immediately decided to refuse the offer as she never took on anything sexually compromising. Well, that changed when she saw the name at the top of the file. Grey Creed. He was her bane in the past. The cause of her waking nightmares. The man she swore revenge on. Now given the opportunity to make him pay, she accepts it and becomes his escort. The problem now is that he is slowly becoming her drug. The cause of her erotic dreams. The man she is addicted to. Will she submit to him and forgo both her mission as well as her thirst for revenge? Or would she see to it that he pays for his crimes. Follow Mira as she sets on the path for revenge. And well, a little bit of pleasure.

"I live miserable from the thought I killed my parents! All my life I was insulted, mocked, accused, and dethroned! And then, I discovered it was all done by my half-brother and your father?! Embrace yourself! I will wipe out all your kind," I roared. "You can't do it," A playful smirked form on my lips. "C'mon, darling... I can," "I thought you love me?" she asked while tears streaming down her face. I stopped in my trance and gulped hard. An excruciating pain kicked in inside my chest. "Yes! It's all fucking true! But hatred is much stronger than this shit feeling I felt for you! Today, you are nothing to me but a whore!" I spat, trying to fool myself. She burst into tears and held her chest that was aching. "Choose, William... Me or revenge?" she asked with her hopeful eyes. Instead of answering it, I stood firm and looked into her eyes intently. "I, Alpha King William, rejected you Mira to be my mate. Get ready... This town will bathe in blood." I heartlessly said before turning my back and leaving her in tears.