Fake Heiress, True Luna Novels & Stories

She tasted like heaven. "Touch me please," she moaned into my ears as I kissed her earlobe. "Patient my sweet," I said to her. "Only good things comes to those who wait." **** Samara. She was not his. Though he had a mate, he still desperately hungered for her. What was in her that drew him? What was it that called him to her? And though he was a man who commanded people and power in abundance, Samara was an existence that he would never understand. **** Michael. He was not hers and he could never be. She was a cursed werewolf, bearing a four century old curse. Why on earth did he want her? He was the supreme Alpha and he had a very beautiful mate. Who was she that he hankered for her? Who was she that he sought her time and time again for his bed? And who was she to be able to resist the charm and elegance that was his?

I gave Julian Kane everything: my family’s connections, my clients, my lawyers, my money, and even the Manhattan office his company called home. For five years, I let him build his empire on my back. Then his new intern accused me of skipping work and stealing company money. She wanted my title, my clients, my office, and the black card that opened the most powerful doors in New York. Julian knew the truth, but he still let the whole company shame me. So I handed over the card. They thought I was finished, but they forgot one thing: the card was mine, the building was mine, the clients were mine, and the name they mocked was Moretti. If they wanted to call me a thief, I would show them exactly what they had stolen. If they wanted to drag me into the spotlight, I would let the whole city watch them fall. I didn’t come back to beg. I came back to collect.

Saskia Smithsonia was the kind of girl who believed love could conquer anything — even the truth. To be with the man she loved, she buried her identity as the heiress to one of the world’s most powerful conglomerates and became Valerie Damer, a struggling med student with nothing but grit and a borrowed smile. She thought if he loved her for who she was without the title, then it would be real. Worth it. Eternal. Valerie would do anything for love — even strike a deal with a devil in a tailored suit to protect the man she thought was her future. But love built on lies is always on borrowed time. Everything shatters the night she catches her boyfriend with someone else — a woman of wealth, power, and status. His excuse? “I’m just securing my future.” Heartbroken and humiliated, she lets Valerie Damer die and reclaims her name: Saskia Smithsonia. But some ghosts don't stay buried — especially when they wear devilish grins and hold your soul in their ledger. The deal she made still lingers — only now, the price has changed. It’s no longer just a favor. It’s a proposal. One that could either reshape her fate… Or destroy everything she has left.

On the night of the full moon, my mate, Alpha Wade Rizzotto of the Bloodmoon pack, has sent someone to deliver me a box of gifts. He also has the wolf bring me a message, stating that he'll be home tonight. Warmth floods into my heart. Even though Wade is extremely busy with work and hasn't been able to meet me in person for half a year, he still cares about me and our unborn pup. Giddily, I begin preparations on dinner while eagerly anticipating Wade's return. But as soon as Wade steps into our home, I instantly pick up on a foreign yet strong scent of a she-wolf clinging to his form. My wolf's instincts flare up instantly. Having sensed my suspicion, Wade gently comforts me in order to suppress my uneasiness and doubt. But the she-wolf's scent that's obviously not mine keeps bothering me the whole time. I remember the way Wade began putting more distance between us over the past six months. Doubt and suspicion begin taking over my mind like mad. Throughout the week after that, I stalk Wade every day. Still, I can't spot anything that's off with him. So, I begin consoling myself, thinking that I must have gotten far too sensitive during my pregnancy. Maybe the hormones are affecting my wolf's senses, making me paranoid. I've decided that from tomorrow onward, I will not stalk Wade ever again. But that's when the Moon Goddess plays a cruel prank on me.

Vivienne Laurent has everything money can buy — except freedom. Trapped in a glittering empire built by her late father and ruled by her ruthless stepmother, Vivienne lives behind glass walls no one else can see. When her childhood sweetheart reenters her world during a high-stakes business deal, old wounds reopen — and dangerous truths surface. In a world where love is leverage and loyalty has a price, Vivienne must decide whether she will remain a beautiful prisoner… or shatter the glass and claim her own future.

God gave me a beautiful face and a wealthy life. At the same time, He gave me the personality of a hopeless pushover and a simp. In my previous life, I fawned over Gabert Yates, putting him first in everything. In the end, Gabert, my obsessive childhood friend, imprisoned me in a pitch-dark basement, kept me as his captive, and tortured me to death. When I got a second chance, a few lines of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Chelsea Ziegler, remember this at all times! Simps end up with nothing!] [Your childhood friend is a total masochist. Crybaby, don’t be scared. Scold him!] [He’ll even give you his life if you insult him hard enough!] I wiped away my tears as I tilted my head up and spoke to him in a soft, trembling voice, “Y-you’re just a shameful illegitimate child… a bastard!” More comments popped up: [Yes, that’s more like it, but not harsh enough. Slap him!] I stood on my tiptoes, stumbling a little as I tried to reach up and slap his face. The “smack” was not loud, but it was crisp. Gabert’s dark, unhinged gaze suddenly deepened. Things seemed to be getting interesting…

"Saffron, I asked you a question. What happened to your dress?" Atlas asked again like he cared. Why was he calling her name like they were pals? How did he even know her name? This was the first time in seven years that they talked. Atlas isn't one to care about mere workers in the mansion, let alone commit their names to memory. So why her? Ignoring Atlas was not an option, so she parted her lips. "I–" Saffron was about to lie her way through when she caught sight of Caspian walking over. "Talk to me! Did Caspian do this to you?!" Atlas frowned and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look his way. "How did–" so this was it? Atlas orchestrated last night's incident? He set her up! Now Caspian would think she was involved with Atlas! There's no way for her to prove her innocence anymore... "Ahh!" Saffron cried out loud and moved back with her rear hitting the wall. She slid down slowly until she was sitting on the floor, bawling her eyes out. "I'm just an insignificant Chef who is only here to work, please I beg you, let me live… waaah… I want to live…!" She continued crying as she lamented sorrowfully like she was already having her last minute of life. Caspian walked past without acknowledging any of them with a mere glance. After he ambled out of the corridor, Atlas moved away and glared condescendingly at Saffron, "Don't think too highly of yourself. You've served your purpose. You were a mere pawn." ... Saffron, a Chef who wanted nothing but a simple life, ended up becoming a pawn in a life and death's game for three brothers. However, time will tell if she's a pawn, or the Queen on the chess board.

“You welcomed me into your empire, thinking I was one of you. But I’m not here to inherit your name—I’m here to bury it.” Hannah Hawke has spent her life hidden behind a mask of quiet resilience. When her father is murdered by a powerful, wealthy family, she plunges into a web of despair, lies, betrayal, and unexpected romance with Theodore Devereaux—the powerful billionaire son of the very woman she’s meant to destroy. Assuming a new identity, she infiltrates the empire, determined to expose its darkest secrets. Along her path of vengeance, Hannah must become the very thing she never expected: an impostor. With enemies closing in, Hannah must become the master of the very game created to destroy her. Will she get the vengeance she solely desired or be consumed by her false facade?

A wrong decision Alysia has regretted throughout her life. To be lost for a long time in the company of her father. She wasted times that she could still be with it. After knowing she inherited all the wealth. Her stepmother was angry and wanted to get what she had.

He rejected me in front of everyone, called my bloodline poison then destroyed me. Five years ago, Cassian Vandenberg, billionaire Alpha of the Obsidian Pack publicly shredded our mating bond during the ceremony, condemning me as the daughter of the rogue wolf who massacred his family. What he didn't know: I was already carrying his child from a night neither of us remembers. Now he's back with a contract: pretend to be his mate for one year to break the curse destroying his empire, and he'll fund my failing sanctuary. I agree, not for the money, but for access to the pack that destroyed my father's name. Finally, I can get my revenge. Simple, professional and purely business. Except someone is hunting in the shadows. Wolves circle my sanctuary at night. His ex-fiancée watches me with calculating eyes, his uncle offers sympathies that taste like poison and Cassian's brother keeps leaving cryptic warnings: Trust no one especially family. Cassian thinks I'm hiding something, he's right. Because our daughter isn't just powerful she's impossible and the curse is killing his empire? It's not about business, it's about blood. His blood, my blood and the monster who's been pulling the strings since before we were born. Some secrets are buried for protection while others are buried because when they surface, they don't just burn they consume everything. He wanted a fake mate to save his legacy, I needed access to destroy mine. Neither of us expected the past to have claws or for the real monster to be someone we love. The rejection was just the beginning. About the truth? It's so much worse than either of us imagined.