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Alice Watson knew the rules of her marriage the day she walked into it: don't expect love, don't ask for respect, and never, ever remind the Alpha that the child he refuses to acknowledge exists. She obeyed those rules for four years — invisible, silent, slowly disappearing inside a pack that treated her like furniture. Then her son Lucian was given one month to live. "I agree to divorce you. But you will be a father to him until his birthday. Thirty days. That's all I'm asking." Benjamin agreed. He thought he was buying his freedom. Instead, he bought a front-row seat to the destruction of everything he believed about the woman he married. As he's forced to spend time with Lucia

Sera Voss never expected to survive it. Not the betrayal. Not the sight of her son running to another woman calling her Mommy. Not the divorce papers already signed and waiting in the drawer like she was a problem that had been solved without her knowledge. But she did survive it. She survived it so completely that the woman who walked out of that packhouse is unrecognisable to the one who came back. Caden is the Alpha who had everything — power, pack, a Luna who loved him without condition. He threw it away for reasons Sera is only beginning to understand. And now, with a conspiracy buried in her bloodline threatening to consume everything he built, Is he ready to risk it all and make a

I buried my baby. Then, my husband got his mistress pregnant. Before I could even grieve, my father-in-law came to me with an offer. "Pretend the child is yours." Raise my husband's illegitimate baby. Smile for the public. Protect the Ashbourne name. And when the time came... dispose of the mistress. They thought I was still the obedient Lady Ashbourne. They were wrong. I froze every asset under my name. And I declared war on the most powerful noble house in Valerion. Now my husband wants forgiveness. His mistress wants my life. His father wants to break me. Too bad they forgot one thing. I wasn't born an Ashbourne. I am Seraphina Vermont. And the Vermonts don't lose wars.

A God of War who for three years hid his identity as a billionaire, was insulted by his wife's family, until he was divorced by his beloved wife. He finally met a woman who actually became his life's destiny, after something that had been kept secret until now was finally revealed. Will the god of war make that woman his life companion? Or he just loves his wife?

Caroline Thompson’s life came crashing down when her husband, Peter Lockwood, abandoned her alone in the delivery room to be with another woman.....her own twin sister, Cerene Thompson. Instead of walking out with a baby in her arms, Caroline left with a tiny coffin and a shattered heart. That tragic day was not the first time Peter had chosen Cerene. He had always run to her side whenever her asthma flared up, treating his wife’s twin with far more care and attention than he ever showed Caroline. He always left her alone in their cold, luxurious penthouse, where she never truly felt her own husband’s warmth. The day their baby died, something inside Caroline died as well. She ha

“Grandfather, please don't marry me off to this waste of space. He is just a lowlife that is sick, carrying diseases around, and being gross!” Ava said, getting more and more enraged with each word coming from her mouth. “That's enough! Ava, stop that right now!” Mrs. Taylor said. “Don’t order your grandfather!” “If you insist on giving Ava to me, I would walk out of here now and never look back. A woman like her is not something that interests me.” Zane said, his voice steady as he met the old man's eyes, his words pissing Ava and her parents off.

They took her daughter— They thought they won. They underestimated her. Roberta Riggs was the invisible wife of a powerful billionaire—silent, obedient, and easy to overlook. When her husband, Jace Riggs, reveals he has a secret son with another woman, Roberta’s world cracks. When he demands that their seven-year-old daughter, Ziva, risk her life to save that child… it shatters. And when Ziva dies—after the hospital neglects her for a VIP patient—something inside Roberta breaks beyond repair. Betrayed by her husband. Destroyed by the people she trusted. Silenced by a powerful family. Roberta loses everything. Until she meets him—Brett Temples. The man she had a reckl

"I didn't marry you because I wanted a wife, Elara, and I certainly didn't marry you because I loved you. I married you because the elders told me that children born of fated mates are the strongest, and I needed that power for my lineage. It was a genetic transaction, nothing more, and you were just the most convenient vessel available at the time," he said, and his words felt like physical blows. ​I felt the tears stinging my eyes, and I pulled the pregnancy test out of my pocket, but my fingers were shaking so much I almost dropped it. "I’m pregnant, Silas. I came here to tell you that we’re having a baby." ​"So you finally did your job," Silas said, his voice completely devoid of

When I was dying from a terminal brain tumor, my husband was in his Alpha office, enjoying the service of his first love. I stood outside, clutching my diagnosis with trembling hands. He didn't ask about my condition but handed me divorce papers. And my son—the little boy I almost died bringing into this world—called his mistress "Mom." — Ever since I discovered that Rex was my fated mate, I had ignored everyone's objections and insisted on marrying him. As his Luna, I devoted myself to managing every affair of the pack. At home, I cared for our son while enduring the endless contempt of his mother and sister. Every time I begged him to accompany me to the hospital, all I received wer

I had been with the company for eleven years. One day, the boss’ son was abruptly planted as my immediate superior. In order to establish his power, he started to humiliate me. He splashed coffee on my face in front of our client. “Why are you serving our most prestigious client this nasty drink? You’re embarrassing the company!” I was furious. However, I held my anger back for the sake of the company. During our townhall meeting, he threw my proposal to the floor. “We’re not an old folks’ home. We don’t take care of useless pieces of shit like you.” I did not leave the next day. Instead, I asked my personal assistant to publish a notice on the digital display at our office buil