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Harper William was a mysterious figure, adept at concealing his true intentions and emotions behind a veil of secrecy. In the depths of his mind, he harbored a trove of untold stories. A river of suppressed tears spilled into his heart with every smile he wore. Aching shadows whispered tales of his buried pains behind his laughter. While his soul yearned to be seen and understood, he perfected the technique of concealing his sorrow. His family has always regarded him as a tool that can assist them in their business. He was detached from all of the sorrow and emotion. He took illicit substances to obtain some peace of mind, and no one in his family knew about it except his mother. But since the day he met Daisy Parker, everything has changed. He considered her bothersome and tried everything to get her out of his life, but he never realized that Daisy was slowly establishing a place of her inside his heart. Daisy has always regarded Harper as a Demon who has never failed to punish her in various ways. If anyone asks her whom she despises the most, she will say Harper William without hesitation.

“Gabrielle, there's something we need to tell you," my dad started. I could feel my heart beating so fast, and I don't know why. But I feel like this was going to be a bad news. "I made a promise with my good friend, while we were in college — We promised each other that our children would get married."

I'm the daughter of the Alpha King of the Werewolf Alliance that's based in Valdoria. In order to give my Alpha fiance whom I've never met before, Lucas Howell, a surprise, I've specifically hidden my scent as a royal she-wolf. Clad in a seemingly ordinary white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, I walk into the venue, where the Dark Shadow pack is hosting their annual celebration. As soon as I take my seat at the main table, which has been reserved for me, I feel someone dumping a glass of red liquid onto me. A she-wolf wearing a red dress that comes with a deep V-neck can be seen standing in front of me. Her expression is one of disdain. "Where did you come from, you filthy Rogue? You really think you get to sit at the main table, huh?" As I wipe the wine stains off my clothes, I do my best to suppress the ferocity of my wolf. "Lucas has specifically reserved this seat for his mate. Why can't I sit here?" The she-wolf acts as though she's heard the biggest joke ever. She then point at her work badge that's pinned on her chest while saying mockingly, "I'm Lucas' personal secretary as well as the future Luna whom everyone has acknowledged. In this pack, my word is the law here. "Guards, drag this delusional half-breed away and throw her out!" What a coincidence. Lucas has just texted me, pleading with me to announce our relationship as soon as possible. I dig out my phone and dial his number. Then, I put my phone on loudspeaker mode. "Your personal secretary claims that she's the future Luna, and she has commanded the guards to throw me out. What's your explanation for this matter, hmm?"

“Waking up in your man's arms fulfills a need far more than sex every could. It's the best thing ever.” — Madel David

My older brother, Ethan Earnhart, was the Alpha of the Shadow Pack. Right now, he was slicing my chest open with a silver surgical blade. Beside him, my adopted sister, Sara, had tear-filled eyes. "Elina went as far as faking her own death just to escape the loan sharks. She even used the body of a disfigured rogue." Ethan's gaze was filled with disgust. He pointed at the bruises covering my body, marks left when I was alive, and explained calmly to the young healer beside him. "Look. This is what happens to a traitor who betrays the pack and sleeps with filthy rogues. Elina, being the liar she's always been, even found a stand-in for her little performance." My wolf soul hovered beside the operating table and watched in despair as he handled my body the way one would process prey. 'Ethan, that really is me. I was trying to retrieve something you lost. That was why they–' "Check the stomach contents," Ethan said flatly as he cut open my stomach. Unexpectedly, there was no food residue. Instead, there was a single ring. It was corroded black by stomach acid, but the emblem engraved on it was unmistakable. It was the Alpha heirloom Ethan had lost five years ago. I had swallowed it just before I died. I had to protect that secret even if I were dead. Ethan's hand trembled violently while holding the forceps. He tore into my facial flesh like a madman. "Elina?"

Five years ago, I became the wife of Cesare Fontana, the most powerful mafia don in Navarino. However, he didn't make our relationship public. Cesare has always been cold and unfeeling toward everyone. I assumed that's just the way he is. One day, I get to see the way he interacts with Sonia Moretti, his childhood friend. When I see the bright smile on his face and notice the attentive care he shows her, I finally realize that there is someone in this world whom he treats with gentleness and warmth. Alas, I'm not the lucky woman. I hand over the divorce papers. Cesare remains as impassive as ever. He signs the paperwork without even knowing that it will mark the end of our marriage. When he finally finds out that I've left, weirdly enough, he immediately panics. He does everything in his power to find me and bring me back. By then, I've already left the country. I make my way to a country beyond his reach and carve out a fulfilling life for myself. Cesare becomes the one who pines for me instead.

I was known as a good girl in high society, and the most rebellious thing I ever did was to refuse to marry Asher Jonas, the head of the Ace family. When I was kidnapped by enemies, I thought I would be assaulted and hurt. Unexpectedly, Asher fought against the kidnappers to protect me. When rescue arrived, Asher, covered in blood and on the verge of death, finally let out a sigh of relief, "Don't cry. I'll be sad." I fell in love with this man at that moment. After we wed, he doted on me, and I soon became pregnant. However, I overheard his conversation with his underboss. "Don Jonas, you made a bet with Mr. Anderson Payne that you would win the heart of the good girl, Elle Sachs. You deliberately set her up to make her fall for you. Now that you've been married for two years, are you still going to keep pretending?" Asher paused for a moment and muttered, "I can't be with Lucy Snow, so it doesn't matter who I marry." The underboss asked in confusion, "Didn't you always complain that Donna was too dull and uninteresting? Even though you can't be together because Ms. Snow is your stepsister, you can choose any girl you want." "Elle is very well-behaved. She won't hurt Lucy. That's why I chose her." It turned out that all the happiness I had experienced over the past two years was fake. My husband had been deeply in love with another woman all along. I wiped away my tears, silently packed my luggage, and left the fake prison that had been built for me, carrying the baby that I had only just conceived. I would disappear from Asher's world and never cross paths with him again.

Pada hari ulang tahunku yang ke-12, saat Ayah dan Ibu sedang membawaku ke taman hiburan, terjadi kecelakaan mobil akibat rem blong. Kakakku, yang merupakan pemimpin mafia, menimpakan seluruh kesalahan atas kematian orang tua kami kepadaku. Dia benar-benar membenciku, tetapi memanjakan adikku yang dua tahun lebih muda dariku, Elvara, seolah dia adalah harta paling berharga. Bahkan setelah aku meninggal, jantungku pun diambil dan dipindahkannya ke tubuh Elvara. Aku tidak akan pernah melupakan saat penyakitku kambuh dan aku pergi mencarinya untuk meminta pertolongan. Tatapan mata Kakak saat itu dipenuhi rasa muak dan kebencian. "Kirana, apa ada yang benar-benar jujur dari semua perkataanmu? Memangnya seru ya pura-pura sakit terus setiap hari? Aku sudah muak sama kebohonganmu!" Namun sesaat kemudian, dia berbalik dan berbicara dengan lembut kepada Elvara, "Jangan takut, donor jantung akan segera ditemukan. Kakak nggak akan membiarkanmu mati!" Belakangan, ketika Kakak melihat tubuhku yang telah hancur tak berbentuk, dia pun benar-benar runtuh.

Valentin Kesslers Bruder Konrad Kessler war tot. Seine Mutter Elisabeth Behrens schlug vor, dass Valentin die Verantwortung für beide Familienzweige übernehmen und die schwangere Witwe seines Bruders, Marlene Vogt, heiraten solle – doch Valentin lehnte entschieden ab. „Leonie ist mein Ein und Alles. Lieber verzichte ich auf die Position als Mafiaboss meines Bruders, als meine Frau zu verraten!“ Ich war zutiefst gerührt von Valentins Treue – bis ich zufällig ein Gespräch zwischen ihm und seiner Mutter belauschte. „Das Kind in Marlenes Bauch ist doch von dir. Warum willst du sie nicht heiraten?“ Valentin blies Rauchkringel in die Luft, und sein Blick ging in die Ferne. „Ich habe Marlene versprochen, Konrad einen Erben zu hinterlassen, aber das bleibt unter uns. Wenn Leonie davon erfährt, ist es aus mit mir!“ Seine Mutter sagte verärgert: „Und wenn sie es erfährt? Sie kann selbst keine Kinder bekommen – soll unsere Familie etwa aussterben?“ Valentin unterbrach sie mit scharfer Stimme. „Wenn sie es erfährt, wird sie mich verlassen. Das könnte ich nicht ertragen! Wenn du noch Enkelkinder willst, dann halt den Mund!“ Ich verließ zitternd den Raum, und mit jedem Schritt wurde mir kälter ums Herz. Valentin kannte mich gut. In meiner Liebe duldete ich nicht den kleinsten Verrat – und so hatte ich mich bereits entschieden zu gehen, sobald ich von seinem Betrug erfahren hatte.

A família mafiosa Rossi seguia uma regra ancestral. Antes de se casar, o herdeiro recebia, todos os anos, uma única chance de tirar a sorte. Se tirasse uma sorte favorável, poderia escolher a própria esposa e escapar de um casamento arranjado. Dante Rossi tirou uma sorte desfavorável por cinco anos consecutivos, e eu, que namorava com ele fazia sete anos, nunca consegui me casar. Aquele já era o sexto ano. Por acaso, ouvi a conversa dele com Marco Valentino, o Subchefe. — Sr. Rossi, o senhor tirou uma sorte favorável de novo. — A voz de Dante carregava uma frieza que eu nunca tinha escutado antes. — Como sempre, troque por uma sorte desfavorável. Marco hesitou por um instante, mas ainda tentou convencê-lo: — Sr. Rossi, o senhor faz essa troca há cinco anos seguidos. Não tem medo de que Celia vá embora? Celia é a mulher mais bonita de Nopales. Metade dos homens da cidade corre atrás dela. Dante respondeu com absoluta convicção: — Ela não vai. Celia me ama demais. Nunca vai se casar com outro homem. Depois, continuou, no mesmo tom calmo: — Anos atrás, o pai de Livia morreu para me salvar. Antes de fechar os olhos, ele me pediu que eu ficasse ao lado dela por cinco anos. Quando este ano terminar, vou compensar Celia com um casamento grandioso. Ao ouvir aquelas palavras, o último fio de esperança dentro de mim se partiu. Dante provavelmente não sabia que a família Rossi ainda guardava uma última regra ancestral. Se o herdeiro não tirasse uma sorte favorável por seis vezes, perderia o direito de decidir o próprio casamento. E, em breve, eu me casaria com outro homem.