Fifty Thousand

My wife, Maeve Sinclair, has a weird fetish. She loves roleplaying as other characters. In her scripts, I'm always the OG husband who gets abandoned by the heartless wife. Today, Maeve will be the domineering CEO who's fallen in love with her assistant. Tomorrow, she will be the professor who has the hots for her student. Every time, she will make me sign a divorce agreement. The next day, she will laugh while ripping it apart. "Darling, this is just a game." But when my dad gets into a car accident and requires 200 thousand dollars just to undergo a life-saving surgery, Maeve is playing the role of a broke woman. "I'm a penniless woman who's gone broke, Neal. I don't have any money for your dad's surgery at all." I can only watch as my dad breathes his last on the sickbed. On the day of his funeral, Maeve approaches me with a young and handsome university student clinging to her side. "Darling, I've fallen in love with my student. Let's get a divorce." Then, she pulls out a document from her briefcase and passes it to me. This time, I refuse to wait for her to rip it apart.

On the day I go to the car dealership to pick up my car, I'm told that the previous salesperson has resigned, so a different salesperson will attend to me. Yet the first thing the salesperson does is say that I paid too little for the car and demand that I pay more to make up the difference. "The other salesperson is truly an idiot. How could he sell a car for 300 thousand dollars in cash? It's no wonder he got chewed out and quit. If you want to take the car, you'll have to switch to a five-year loan with an interest rate of 12%." I'm rendered speechless as he blatantly tries to extort me. "I've already paid and signed the sales contract. You're breaching the contract!" The salesperson scoffs. "So what? The car is with us anyway. If you're not going to pay the difference, don't even think of taking the car with you!" I can't help but chuckle. I calmly pull my phone out of my suit pocket. "Walter, place Mr. Paul Roland's loan application on hold for now. He's earning big bucks for his business. It seems like he doesn't need it anymore."

The owner of a small company gives me an expensive bag as a gift because I want to invest in his company, yet his wife mistakes me for a homewrecker. She and her entourage crash my engagement party and trash the place. "All homewreckers need to go to hell!" "Shameless women will always be shameless. Strip her so everyone online can see what she looks like!" "Share the livestream and like it, everyone! We'll disfigure her once we hit 500 thousand likes!" Not only does my fiancé refuse to help, but he even announces that the engagement is off. "A homewrecker doesn't deserve to marry me!" I repeatedly warn them not to act rashly, but they ignore me. So, I give them each a swift punch to the gut before stepping on the perpetrator's face. Then, I call my secretary. "Tell Mr. Lane that I'm pulling out of the investment. Also, call the police and my lawyer. I've been robbed and insulted in public—I want the culprits to go to jail for this!" My fiancé regrets everything and asks me for a reconciliation, but I kick him aside. "Get lost! I'm not dumpster!"

I used to be treated like a princess in Lumenclaw Pack. But the first day after my eighteenth birthday, my Alpha dad brought home a charity case—Callie from the welfare center. Everything flipped. Ryell, my own brother, ditched me for her. Jovan, my future mate? Shielded her. Even Dad called her sweet, kind—"a thousand times better than you." Graduation Day. Strike 101. They picked her. Again. "Aren't I your real family?" Dad hesitated—but only to hide Callie behind him like some precious thing. Her fake tears. His real slap. "Such a petty wolf. I wish I'd never had you." Ryell sneered, "Having a sister like you makes me sick. Get out!" I didn't scream. Didn't cry. Just packed and walked. They thought I'd break like always—cry, forgive, crawl back. But not this time. I called my mom. Took her offer. Moved to her distant pack. If they wanted me gone, wish granted. So why the hell did they come begging when they realized I meant it?

The world knows no master like Lucian Daiuz. While they claim that no one is above the law, he stands far beyond it—beyond governments, kings, monarchs, or mafias. All bow to him. His face is a mystery, his voice unheard by any who live to tell the tale. To some, he is a devil, a monster. Whispers and rumours paint him in a thousand shades of darkness, even questioning his manhood for remaining without a wife at 33. Every woman he takes as a wife vanishes before a month passes, and his wealth, so immense, could feed the entire country and still leave a fortune untouched. Lucian Daiuz—he is the man who haunts every nightmare. And now, I have been chosen to be his wife... She is the embodiment of grace in a world marred by shadows, a damsel whose beauty radiates across the kingdom. Men fall to their knees for a chance at her favour, but none have succeeded in capturing her heart. She turns them all away, waiting for the one who can truly claim her. Her purity and light are enough to banish the darkness that surrounds me. She is Princess Aurora von Dysheria, and I have claimed her to be my bride.

When Andrea Thorne, a wolfless pack member, catches her boyfriend, Alpha James Holt, in bed with her own stepsister, her world shatters completely. Thrown out of her pack, humiliated and branded a liar, she heads out to drown her sorrows and forget everything.   One reckless night at a masquerade club changes everything. She has a one night stand with a stranger. A stranger who turns out to be Kieran Graves, the Alpha King, and he's marked her as his mate. The next morning she runs but there’s nowhere far enough to hide from a king.  Soon enough, Kieran arrives at her pack to find her but her step-sister is already waiting to claim him with a stolen mark, lies and illusion magic. Before Andrea can speak out, she is banished and left for dead.  Now hiding in the last place anyone would think to look, Kieran's own territory, Andrea tries to disappear. But the mate bond has other plans. And so does the ancient power stirring inside her, a power that hasn't walked the earth in a thousand years to show that she was never just wolfless.  She was always so much more.

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia’s legs spread for the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the brutal, filthy fucking her body craves. Ethan has the thick, merciless cock that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she screams into his mouth, the glass shower where he pins her dripping wet, the marital bed where he pumps her full night after night while Victor sleeps in ignorance thirty thousand feet away. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s a dripping, obsessed slut who counts the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can split her open, ruin her, and make her come so hard she forgets she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No panties. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with Ethan’s cum still warm inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.

In the city of Oakhaven, power isn’t shared—it’s inherited. And the Thorne Triplets have just found their newest asset. Damon, Kael, and Elias Thorne are a trinity of absolute control. One rules the boardroom, one rules the streets, and one rules the elite social circles. They have everything—except a reason to be human. Then they meet Luke. Soft, curvy, and devastatingly innocent, Luke was never meant to survive the shark-infested waters of Thorne International. But the triplets don’t want him to swim; they want him to drown in their devotion. What starts as a "Gilded Leash" of corporate protection quickly spirals into a dark, decadent obsession that defies every social boundary. But as the brothers whisk Luke away to The Aerie—a glass-and-obsidian fortress perched three thousand feet above the world—the air begins to change. Secrets are whispered in the mountain mist. A shadowy figure from the past refuses to stay buried. And a shocking biological revelation is about to flip the Thorne hierarchy on its head. How much of yourself can you lose before you belong to someone else? The world thinks the Thornes are protecting Luke from the monsters outside. They don’t realize that the most dangerous monsters are the ones already holding him in the dark. One heart. Three masters. A legacy written in blood and silk

My online boyfriend is my university professor and the future werewolf king, Sarek. And me? I’m Mila—just a human hunter’s descendant scraping by in the cracks of an era where species coexist in uneasy peace. What he doesn’t know is that his online girlfriend, whom he wishes to tear apart a thousand times over, is sitting in the very last row of his classroom. The online relationship was never meant to be real. It started as revenge to get back at him for failing me. But who would’ve thought this werewolf was so starved for affection that he’d fall deeper and deeper in love? Again and again, he pushed to meet in person. However, if we ever really met face to face, I’d be torn apart and swallowed whole—bones and all. To save my life, I made a split-second decision and broke up with him. The result? The “abandoned” werewolf king lost his mind. Classes dragged on for three extra hours, and homework increased fivefold. For the sake of my classmates’ mental and physical health, getting back together… wasn’t entirely impossible. There was only one condition: he could never find out who I really am.

My boyfriend, Christopher Linden, was short of 20 thousand dollars for his medical treatment. To get the money as soon as possible, I participated in a rich man's game onboard a lavish cruise. I didn't bat an eye as I jumped into the ocean to search for a bracelet one of their female companions had dropped in the water. As I choked on the ocean water, I heard the man in the lead mock me, saying, "I've seen plenty of the dirty things people are willing to do for money, but you take the cake. You're even willing to give up your life for it." Someone teased, "Your girlfriend doesn't like money and is willing to forgo everything to care for you. Do you love her?" He snorted. "She's just a peasant from the countryside; I'm only fooling around with her. You have no idea how coarse her hands are—they disgust me whenever she touches me. How could I possibly fall for her?" I turned ashen at his words. He was Christopher, who was supposed to be wheelchair-bound. He was also supposed to be too broke for surgery. The peasant from the countryside he was talking about was me.