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Eleanor thought she was everything to Henry. For three years, she was his constant—his quiet support, his emotional anchor. But when the woman he truly loves returns to the city, everything shatters. “I’ve been chasing her ghost,” Henry confesses, leaving Eleanor to pick up the pieces of a love that was never hers to begin with. In the glittering world of Manhattan’s elite, Eleanor finds herself trapped in a toxic relationship with a man who can’t let go of his past. After overhearing a conversation that reveals Henry’s betrayal, Eleanor is left questioning everything she thought she knew about love—and herself. With her heart shattered and her future uncertain, she turns to an unlikely solution: an arranged marriage to Jasper Blackwood, the stoic heir to a powerful family she’s known her whole life. But leaving Henry isn’t as easy as it seems. Jasper’s steady presence stirs something in Eleanor, something she hasn’t felt in years—security, respect, and a growing attraction. Yet, the pull of her past refuses to loosen its grip. As Henry desperately tries to win her back, Eleanor must confront the deepest fears she’s kept buried: Will she ever truly be able to trust again? And, more importantly, can she move on from a love that never truly belonged to her? In a world where wealth and power dominate, Eleanor’s journey to reclaim her self-worth is a battle she never saw coming. Will she finally choose herself—and the man who has always been there—or will her heart remain tethered to a past that can never be hers? The choice is hers. But will it be enough to heal a heart shattered by betrayal?

For five years, I played the ghost in my own marriage. I pressed Julian Daniel’s pristine suits, matched his cufflinks, and sat by the window like a loyal dog, waiting for the "Ice King" CEO to look at me with something resembling desire. Instead, I received clinical kindness and a box containing a gold watch. Every anniversary, the exact same script. It was his way of checking a box - a tax he paid for a life he felt obligated to support. I sacrificed my career as a prima ballerina, shattering my legs to push him out of the path of a speeding car. He didn't marry a wife; he locked away a debt. The anniversary script burned to ash on our fifth year. Standing outside the bathroom door, I heard the raw, unbridled passion Julian had denied me for half a decade. He wasn't breathing my name into the steam. He was choking out the name of his high school heartbreak: Penelope. The betrayal didn't end in our bedroom. It followed me to a high-end restaurant where Julian hosted a private lunch. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, I didn't find a husband willing to defend his wife. I found his childhood friend dragging his foot in a cruel, mocking circle, mimicking my limp to a room erupting in roars of laughter. Penelope doubled over in delight. And Julian? He sat at the head of the table, watching my humiliation with a look of pure, unbothered boredom. “I owe her,” his voice cut through the fading laughter, calm and tired. “I am just trying to pay back a debt.”

Pretend to be his fiancée. Save her brother’s life. Don’t fall in love with a man who can’t see the truth. Celeste Harper is a master of voices, but her own life is a tragedy. Drowning in the suffocating medical bills for her comatose younger brother, she’s one missed payment away from losing the only family she has left. Until a cold-blooded offer from the city’s most powerful matriarch changes everything. The Task: Step into the designer heels of Vivian Lancaster—the socialite who abandoned her fiancé, Lucian Aldridge, the moment a brutal accident stole his sight. The Target: Lucian. A billionaire CEO turned into a recluse, a man whose bitterness is as sharp as the shards of glass that blinded him. He’s a wounded predator in a gilded cage, and he hates the woman who left him. The Problem: When Celeste speaks, Lucian doesn't just hear his fiancée—he hears the only reason he has left to live. Now, Celeste is trapped in a dangerous game of sensory deception. Every touch is a risk; every whisper is a lie. As she navigates the dark hallways of his estate and the growing, electric tension between them, the lines start to blur. To the world, she’s a gold-digger seeking redemption. To Lucian, she’s the only light in his darkness. But secrets in the Aldridge empire are never buried deep enough. In a world where he can’t see her face, Celeste must decide: how long can she play the role of a ghost before she disappears entirely? Because when the bandages come off and Lucian finally sees the truth—it won’t just be his heart on the line. It will be her life.

Everyone warned me never to fall for Dante Moretti. They said he was the ghost of the Velasco family—an underboss who ordered hits without blinking, his heart colder than the barrel of his gun. But when he bent me over that mahogany desk, his mouth against my ear commanding me to say his name, I was stupid enough to think that was possession. It took me an entire year to see the truth. The photographs locked in his study drawer were never of me. The woman in white waiting for him in the cathedral district on Sunday mornings was never me. The girl who took a bullet for him, the one he called his "salvation"—her name is Elena Abate. And Elena happens to be my stepmother's daughter. My father is trying to sell me to a half-dead Agosti heir for five hundred million to save the family. My stepmother is scheming to erase me from existence entirely. And the man I thought would burn this city to the ground for me? On the day I needed him most, he was lifting Elena up a flight of stairs, cradling her like something sacred. They all thought I was just a pawn to be moved around their chessboard. They were wrong. If Dante can't let go of his precious white moonlight, his "salvation," then I'll become someone else's "widow." If Elena believes she's already won this game, I'll let her watch from the front row as a woman with nothing left to lose burns it all down. My name is Serafina. Remember it. Because I am about to become the reckoning none of them saw coming.

"I, Alpha Liam Hamilton, reject you, Elena Vance, as my Mate and my Luna. You are a curse to my bloodline. Now, get out before I hunt you down." On the night of the Blood Moon, my fated mate shattered my soul. He didn’t care that I was the True Lunar Bride. He didn’t care that I had loved him since we were pups. He chose his "prophecy" and his mistress over the woman meant for him. I left in shame, carrying a secret that would change the werewolf world forever: I wasn't empty-handed. I was carrying his twins—the strongest Alpha heirs the world had seen in a thousand years. Five Years Later. I am no longer the weak Omega he kicked into the rain. I am the "Silver Shadow," a world-renowned healer with a power that can bring Alphas to their knees. When a deadly plague strikes Liam’s pack, he is forced to beg for my help. He doesn't recognize the cold, breathtaking woman behind the mask. He doesn't know that the two prodigy children by my side share his emerald eyes and his lethal temper. But as my scent begins to leak through my disguise, the Alpha King grows obsessed. He corners me, his growl vibrating against my skin. "You smell like a ghost, Doctor. And those children... why do they have my claws?" The secret is out. The hunt is on. But this time, I’m not the prey—I’m the Queen. And the Alpha who rejected me? He’s about to learn that a Lunar Bride never forgets... and she never survives on mercy.

Jade Miller used to believe in fairytales. When the city’s most formidable billionaire, Caspian Vance, plucked her from her life of poverty, she thought she was being saved. She gave him her heart, her loyalty, and her innocence, only to realize she was never a wife—she was an investment. To Caspian, she was nothing more than a "breeding vessel," a genetically suitable body meant to secure his family’s bloodline. The betrayal was silent but absolute. After discovering Caspian’s ice-cold plan to discard her once she delivered his heir, Jade didn't just break—she vanished. Carrying a secret pregnancy and a heart shredded by the man she once worshipped, she gritted her teeth through the pain and plotted a desperate escape. Five years later, the ghost has returned. The girl who was once quiet and easily bruised is gone. In her place stands Dr. Jade Miller, a revered genius doctor whose beauty is as sharp as her intellect. She has spent every waking hour growing into her best self, shedding her shattered illusions like a second skin. She doesn't just walk into a room; she commands it with an unshakable poise that leaves people breathless. Now, the hunter has become the prey. Caspian Vance, the man who once broke her with a single word, is the one kneeling at her feet, begging for a second chance at a love he never deserved. But Jade isn't looking for an apology—she's looking for the fullest life possible, one where she is the one holding the power. In a world where love is a survival game, Jade is finally ready to play.

All Joyce Feather wanted was to leave her pack and become a teacher in the human world. She'd planned it for most of her life, preparing herself to have enough control over her nature to join the human world. But when a letter came through the mail asking for the hand of her older sister for marriage, everything went down the drain. The letter claimed that her older sister is the mate of the Alpha of the Winter Snow Pack, a dark and haunted place with too many ghost stories and terrors about the wolf that leads it. Joyce's life was turned upside down when her parents insisted on sending her to the other pack instead of her older sister, tying her with a duty she could not refuse. The Winter Snow Pack is led by the Blind Alpha Ollen Kingsmen, a broken man who ruled his people with an iron fist. A prophecy told by the witch of the pack led him to believe that he had to be mated right away even if he didn't want to, so he accepted his fate without knowing that his actual mate was not going to be the one who would show up for the ceremony. Instead, he ended up being bonded to Joyce, who didn't even want to be a part of the supernatural world anymore. What happens when Joyce is forced to live a false life in order to protect her older sister from the cruel Alpha who seemed to have no remorse in him? What happens when she is thrust into the dead land of the Winter Snow Pack and the blind Alpha who rules it? What happens when Ollen Kingsmen finds out that he was betrayed from the very beginning?

For six years of marriage, Cyran Valehart and I lived with measured respect, as if we were partners holding the same scale in perfect balance. For the sake of my equestrian career, I refused to have children. He shouldered the gossip, endured the judgment, and stood beside me without hesitation. But when I rode into what should have been my final international competition, he went back home with his first love—her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. "All these years, you chose the horses over me," he spat. "That damned competition meant more to you than our family ever did." His voice shook with righteous anger, but his next words cut far deeper. "Six years ago, I abandoned Celia once. Now she carries my child. I won't betray her again." In that instant, my marriage became nothing but a title. I was reduced to a wife in name only, a figurehead in his home, a shadow he no longer cared to see. During the very competition meant to crown my life's work, Cyran laced a sharp needle beneath my saddle, each stride of my horse a fresh stab of pain meant to break us both. I lost the match. My horse collapsed with a shattered leg. And in that fall, my dream and my marriage were crushed together—ruined by the very man who once swore to protect them. Later, he paid with everything he had, desperate to make amends. But no matter what he sacrificed, Cyran Valehart was already behind me, nothing more than a ghost I would never turn to face again.

"You really want me to worship you? well guess what? When I get on my knees, spread your legs apart, and dive into your gushing core with my tongue, and you grab my hair from behind, screaming, oh God! That is worship!" Vlad bellowed. For the first time ever, Ivy went tongue-tied. Ivy Greene hates men. It's not just a phase, or a front. She actively hates them. All her life, she has lived, surrounded by women. Most importantly, her grandmother who taught her to hate men. So when she finds a man in her living room, and her grandmother tells her he is her betrothed, her first reaction is to faint. She wakes up in a wedding gown, all dolled up, with a note plastered on the mirror in the strange room. The moment she crosses through the door, her entire life changes as she steps into the world of Vladimir Bratva, the youngest, yet most feared mafia lord in the world. Vladimir is taken aback by her venomous tongue she wastes no time using to show him just how little she thinks of men. He's only used to men hating him, so she's an amusing development. Both strong-headed, they clash in every way. But the most explosive way is between sheets, where Vladimir shows Ivy the kind of results passionate hate can produce. Her perspective starts to shift. Because how can the same kind of person she has been groomed to hate, make her scream so much, and not in anger? Just when she begins to rethink her orientation, the ghost of their ancestral past, intertwined in the most toxic way, resurrects. Sending them on a ride that changes everything.

He was her stepfather. He made her breakfast every Sunday while her mother was still alive. He was at her graduation. He kept a careful distance that Aurora noticed — and never examined. When her mother died, Aurora left and spent two years telling herself she had processed everything properly. She had not. Now her grandmother has handed her a red envelope with one name inside it. The same name. Aurora holds the note for a long time before she gets on the bus. Julian Oswald is forty years old. Cedar Falls knows him as a quiet widowed chef raising his daughter alone. What Cedar Falls does not know — what the entire culinary world has been trying to discover for years — is that Julian is the Ghost Chef. The anonymous billionaire behind the world's largest culinary empire. A face no one has ever photographed. His five-year-old daughter Lily has not spoken a full sentence since her mother died. She has not eaten voluntarily. Not for anyone. Until Aurora walks through the door. Lily says one word after two years of silence — a name she should not still remember — and Julian goes completely still on the porch. That is when Aurora understands she is not walking into a contract. She is walking back into the most dangerous kitchen she has ever been in. The one where everything between them has always been unspoken. The one where he still knows her breakfast order without asking. He was supposed to be off-limits. He was. He memorized her breakfast order anyway.