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I loved him with all my heart but I only received pain and betrayal. The door didn't open. I tried multiple times but the door never opened. Anger rushed inside my veins. I turned back only to see Dylan standing there on the spot, his eyes glued on the shining marble floor. "DYLAN, OPEN THE DOOR!! LET ME GO!!" I yelled furiously as I glared him with pure hatred and disgust. "Never", he mumbled in an inaudible voice. My blood boiled seeing his audacity still I calm myself down and looked at him in anger. "Why?", I gritted. He finally looked at me. His eyes turned darker as he smirked menacingly. "Because you're my wife, Evelyn Black" This story deals with the struggles of Evelyn Clarke, an intelligent and innocent girl who tries to stand for herself as she gets betrayed by the love of her life Dylan Black when she comes to know about his dark, cruel intentions behind their marriage....

Heartbroken by her boyfriend’s betrayal, Evelyn Campbell was forced to sell her virginity to pay for her father’s medical bills, which led to an unplanned pregnancy. Five years later, the quest to provide for her son, Eddie, brought her back to her ex-boss, President Zuriel Scott, whose werewolf identity was concealed from the whole world. Her job of acting as President’s fake girlfriend was a trap, and she stepped into this silk web of supernatural world for only one thing, “I want to live with you, mommy.” The issue of his unknown paternity was destroying Eddie’s life. So, Evelyn trusted Zuriel as a father for her son’s future, who promised a lifelong companionship through mate-bond. But how did she get involved in the revenge story of bloodthirsty Alpha Zuriel? And what about that stranger from one-night stand, who came back to claim his right to his son? Hatred, revenge, betrayal: an emotional tale where love conquers all…

On the eve of our wedding, Evelyn Gates fell to her death. Everyone believed that, since I had always been devoted to her, I would take my own life to follow her. However, I didn’t shed a single tear. Three years later, I saw her again. Not only was she alive, but she had no memory of the past. “So you’re my ex-fiancé? After all these years, why do you look so broke and shabby now? For old time’s sake, I’ll give you one day a week to wait on me.” I didn’t even bother to look her in the eye. Evelyn had no idea that, on the very night she fell, I received a video recording. She didn’t know that, during the three years she spent pretending to have amnesia while traveling the world with Cole Anderson, I had gotten married. My bride was her older sister.

I was three months pregnant when the car crash happened. In those final moments of fading consciousness, I frantically dialed Damian’s private, encrypted line—the one meant only for emergencies. He never picked up. By the time I was rushed into surgery, I received a crushing blow: Damian had forcibly reassigned my lead private physician to the South District. He needed the best doctor to treat his childhood sweetheart, Evelyn, who had just been widowed. When I finally drifted awake through a haze of agony, my trembling fingers swiped open Instagram. I saw Evelyn’s latest post: “I knew that no matter the distance or the time, Damian would move heaven and earth to reach me. He even brought his Chief Physician just to help me heal from my grief.” In the accompanying photo, Damian—a man known for his cold, lethal eyes—was gazing at the woman beside him with a tenderness I hadn't seen in years. While I was clawing my way back from the brink of death, fighting to save our child, my husband was playing protector to another pregnant woman. A hollow, self-deprecating laugh escaped my lips. Without a second thought, I slid the wedding band off my ring finger. I opened my inbox and hit "Confirm" on the invitation from the world’s most elite International Finance Institute. If Evelyn is all he cares about, I’ll give them my blessing. In seven days, I will vanish from his world forever—and I’m taking my baby with me.

17-year-old Evelyn ran away from her past to a town in Italy to start a new life without any memory of her past. She finds herself an abode and a new job to have a career that she always dreamt about. But little did she know that the past she was running away from is related to the present she finds herself in.

"I would rather die than have you as my wife. You are not Lauren and you will never be my mate!" "You're nothing but a tool I used to help my Pack achieve our goal. I merely used you to get the MoonGem and nothing more!" *** When Evelyn, daughter of the Alpha of the Sagittarius pack fails in a mission to get to the gem needed to strengthen her pack's bloodline, she is given to Alpha Damian, the cold hearted Alpha of the Red Cedar pack who is in possession of the gem as a gift bride to secure that gift for the Sagittarius pack. The Sagittarius pack has made a deal with a separate pack so Evelyn's real motives are supposed to be stealing the gem from Alpha Damian. She has to work her way into his heart and push all of his buttons to get this done, but what will they do when the fate hits them with a shock. Can a love not fated ever stand strong in the midst of bloodshed, hatred, and a Werewolf vendetta?

"Do you want revenge? I can help you get revenge," He said. And in that instant, my wolf yipped. "Mate!" **** Evelyn Newmoon has had the worst luck in life. Her mother died when she was just a child leaving her at the mercy of her brutal father and step-siblings. The day she turns eighteen, she meets her mate at the scene of a car crash where he dies. For her father's selfish reasons, she is married off to Alpha Cyrus Mathers, a man renowned for his kindness and strength. But Cyrus is kind to everyone but her. He hurts her, favors his mistress over her, and has her thrown in prison the day she loses their baby. Now, Evelyn is at her lowest, tired and miserable but fate provides her a powerful second chance mate who wants to bring down Cyrus. And she will do anything to get her revenge.

Birthdays are supposed to be fun and pleasant. That has always been the case for Leilani Miller, a naive young lady, brought up in an orthodox home. On her 25th birthday, she agrees to try something new. This new adventure leaves a long lasting imprint on her. One wild night of passion leads to years of regret. Now, Leilani is a single mum. That's not all, her hot baby daddy wants her.

BLURB: "I'll never let you go," Adrian Miller vows, his piercing gaze holding Heaven captive, his touch igniting a flame that threatens to consume her. ••• When Heaven Anderson's fiancé betrays her, she's forced into a marriage with the powerful billionaire. But Adrian's secrets and lies ensnare her in a deadly game of power and manipulation. His rumored disability is a myth, masking a darker truth: a man driven by vengeance and obsession. As Heaven navigates the treacherous world of wealth and desire, she uncovers secrets about Adrian's tortured past, her family's hidden agendas, and the ruthless Miller dynasty. Torn between loyalty and rebellion, she must decide: surrender to Adrian's all-consuming passion or fight for her freedom. But Adrian's fixation knows no bounds. He'll stop at nothing to possess Heaven, body and soul. And as their twisted game unfolds, she realizes escape may come at a steep price. Will she risk everything to break free, or succumb to Adrian's intoxicating control? Dive into a world of power, manipulation, and forbidden passion, where loyalty is tested, trust is shattered, and love becomes a deadly game.

Whenever Rachel Cooper loses it, I know I'm about to get divorced again. I close my eyes. "We are divorcing for the ninth time." Marcus Miller massages his temples and says regretfully, "Vivian, Barry died all of a sudden, leaving his wife and her unborn baby behind. I can't ignore them. Relax. Once the baby's born, we'll remarry. We won't separate ever again!" I remain silent. I already heard this promise eight times before. Barry Miller's sudden death is the reason for Rachel's breakdown. It also caused Marcus and me to divorce for the first time. Back then, Rachel was already pregnant, prompting Marcus to divorce me. He will remarry me once he has comforted her. Over the past nine months, we have married and divorced eight times. Everyone mocks me by calling me the Eight-Ring Wonder. I also find it ridiculous. After I accept the divorce certificate, one of the court staff secretly asks me, "When are you getting married again?" I answer calmly, "There's no next time."