He Didn't The Answer For That Question

As the Chief Delta of Alpha Hunter and his secretly married wife, Kara had always hoped that her dedication would eventually win his heart. However, everything changed when that rogue girl—Maya—appeared. She is Hunter's Fated mate. According to their pre-marriage agreement, once Hunter finds his true mate, their marriage will be over. Just then, Kara discovers that she's pregnant...

Have you ever been betrayed by the ones you loved? The ones you trusted most, the ones you thought you couldn’t live without—only to discover your entire life was a lie? I’m Sienna Alexander, the "weak" omega they all looked down on. I was supposed to be the Luna of the Silver Fang Pack, mated to the powerful Alpha Lucas. I thought my mating ceremony would finally end my suffering at the hands of my wicked stepsister, Ivy, and her cruel mother, Morrigan. I was wrong. It was a trap. On my coronation night, Lucas didn't just reject me—he broke the bond, mated with my sister, and turned me into a puppet. They didn't just want my title; they wanted my bloodline. They performed a grafting ritual to siphon my Millennium essence and bind it to Ivy’s womb. They left me for dead. But they forgot one thing. What doesn't kill a wolf only makes her legendary. I’ve returned—not as a broken omega, but as the Millennium Wolf. My bloodline has awakened, and with it, a power the world hasn't seen in a thousand years. The Law of the Millennium is simple: use the tide, lose time. Call the dead, owe the dead. Lucas, Ivy, and everyone who stood by and watched me bleed will soon learn one thing. Sienna: The Millennium Wolf has Returned

She was born a warrior, yet destiny forced a crown upon her head. Aria buried her dreams beneath duty children, responsibility, and a marriage that slowly unraveled after she was betrothed at a young age to Kael, the pack’s heir and future Alpha. But nothing could have prepared her for the night she caught her mate kissing her maid. Aria may be an Omega, but she carries secrets far darker than anyone could ever imagine.

Have you ever lived a life that looked perfect—but felt like nothing? Felt yourself slipping away every day… yet still couldn’t call that life your own? Well, Serena Beckett has. The perfect daughter. The perfect wife. Invisible in her own story. Born into a wealth she was never allowed to claim. Married into a life she didn’t choose, but ended up loving endlessly as she thought she could finally have a thing of her own. Until the night her husband walks in with a stranger… and divorce papers. That night, something breaks in her. And something far stronger takes its place. Serena doesn’t crumble. She doesn’t leave. Not until she decides who she really is—beyond the Beckett name, beyond the lies, beyond the mask she’s worn for far too long. Is she the girl her family tried to tame? The wife Eliot thought he could throw away? Or someone neither of them ever saw coming? And when Eliot finally sees her… Will it be too late?

After helping my husband build his business from the ground up, I settled into life as a full-time housewife. When our daughter's tenth birthday approached, I planned to host a grand celebration for her. I booked a party that cost 2 thousand dollars per table. But when I swiped my card at the hotel, the staff gave me a strange look. "Mrs. Richmond, this card doesn't even have fifty dollars in it to charge." Flushed with embarrassment, I went home to confront my husband. He wore an apologetic expression. "Lately, the company's been competing for contracts. The new government official is insatiably greedy, and I've had to spend a lot under the table to smooth things over. Once the funds turn around, I'll make sure our daughter gets the grand birthday she deserves." I gave him a gentle, understanding smile—but as soon as I turned away, I began tallying our assets. Because that so-called "new government official" was none other than my father. And in his office, there hadn't been any bids or contracts at all. Now I intended to find out exactly where my husband had spent all our money.

On the day I'm about to quit the game, I see countless live comments flashing across my vision. "Yay! The male supporting lead is about to quit the game!" "Now, the male lead won't have to worry about getting exposed for using the male supporting lead's game account to get into online relationships with others!" "Our darling male lead is too smart, after all! Whenever he goes on dates, he often uses the voice chat function in the game. That's why the male supporting lead is still kept in the dark!" "Holy shit, Henry really is lucky!" "To think that he used Vincent's max-level account to flirt with the four richest female players on the server!" "Later at 2:00 pm, he'll be meeting his first date partner, Yvonne Johnson the cold and aloof campus belle, at Cosmic Coffee!" "Tomorrow, he'll be meeting up with the top assassin in-game! The day after that, he'll go on a date with the second-highest paying player of the game! Wow, his time management skills really are amazing!" The "Henry" whom the live comments are referring to is Henry Luster, my roommate. So, he's been flirting with four of the top-tier rich female players while impersonating me, huh? More live comments streak past my eyes at that moment. "Why isn't the male supporting lead leaving? Yvonne is already waiting for the male lead right now!" "This is their first romantic date as the leads of this story! I can't wait to watch it unfold!" As I turn to look at Henry, who's styling his hair before the mirror, I suddenly realize that I'm the supporting male lead whom the live comments are referring to. My lips curl into a small smile. Since Henry has been using my identity to become a virtual casanova, then it's not wrong of me to attend each date in person on his behalf, right?

"I want a divorce," Cheryl said, placing the printed documents on his desk. Brian did not even hesitate. He signed his name at the bottom of the page and pushed the papers back across the table. "Take whatever money you think you deserve. Just make sure I never have to see you again." That was four years ago. Cheryl had spent three years in an arranged marriage, punished daily by her husband for vicious rumors she never actually committed. When Brian chose to pamper her manipulative stepsister while treating Cheryl with absolute cruelty, she finally walked away. She also chose to hide the fact that she was pregnant with his child. Today, Cheryl returns to the United States as the highly successful executive of Caldwell Biotech. She is solely focused on dominating the medical industry and raising her intelligent four-year-old daughter, Mira. When a massive business deal forces Brian and Cheryl into the same boardroom, Brian is shocked. He expects to easily intimidate the wife he discarded, but he is met by a powerful businesswoman who effortlessly blocks his every move. The corporate rivalry is difficult enough, but Brian soon crosses paths with the young girl standing by Cheryl's side. The child shares his exact features, prompting Brian to aggressively investigate the years Cheryl spent away from him. He is determined to uncover the truth, but he is about to learn that his wealth cannot buy back the family he deliberately destroyed.

I stare at the email on my screen, unable to move my fingers. Tomorrow is our company's crucial product launch, and I just learn that the patent for the algorithm I spent three years developing is now filed under Matthew Ashford's new assistant, Sophie Bennett. I storm into Matthew's office to confront him. Sophie sits on his desk with her legs crossed, looking completely innocent. She claims that she filled out the form by mistake. "It's just a clerical error. The patent still belongs to the company. What's the big deal?" Matthew stands up from his chair, positioning himself in front of Sophie. I can't believe what I am hearing. "Matthew, this is my research!" "Emma, you're thirty-five. Why are you picking a fight with a twenty-three-year-old intern?" He frowns. Then, he turns to Sophie. "Starting tomorrow, you're the new CTO. Emma needs… some time off." I'm utterly stunned. A decade of marriage and five years dedicated to building a company together have been shattered by a few casual words from him. Thirty minutes later, Sophie posts a photo on social media of herself sitting on Matthew's lap. They are both clinking champagne glasses. "So lucky to have the best boss ever. I'll make sure to be his loyal kitten." Below that, Matthew leaves a comment—three red heart emojis. I shut my laptop and pick up my phone. "Hello. Is this Mr. David Langley from Novara Group of Sundale Valley? This is Emma Whitmore. I've changed my mind. I'm ready to join you." I pause. "And by the way, about that unreleased algorithm upgrade, I have the complete technical blueprint. Make me an offer." Later, I fly to Tallisport with an eight-figure check in hand, while Matthew goes frantic trying to find me.

My younger brother, Luke, committed suicide after being falsely accused of plagiarizing Layla's brother's music. My own life was a living hell. I was a respected music critic, but now I was the sister of "the plagiarist." My reputation was in tatters. My colleagues whispered behind my back, and my articles were dismissed as the ramblings of a biased, grieving relative. The one person who had always stood by me was my husband, Julian, a successful music producer. We had been together since college, and he was my rock, my refuge in the storm. I thought he would believe me. But, he didn't. But the real betrayal came the evening, just another day of being ridiculed online, I came home to find Julian on the phone. His voice was low and urgent, laced with a coldness I had never heard before. "The case is closed, Layla. It’s over," he said. "The evidence has been submitted. No one will ever know that it was your brother who plagiarized Luke's music."

When she married Harry Slate, she was 22 years old while he was 32. During their three years of marriage, he showered her with endless tenderness and would give her anything she wanted. He said he could pick the stars for her if she wanted, even the moon if she so wished. He spoiled her like she was a precious treasure. The only thing was that he had insatiable demands every night. He would chuckle and refuse to let her go, even when she cried and begged for mercy. She knew Harry had a lot of money and a lot of love—and all of it belonged to her. The day her father passed away, she called him 99 times, yet he declined every single one. The next second, she received a photo taken by her best friend. [Celine, is this your man? I saw him hugging a woman on the streets of Palto.] After tapping the photo and seeing the man and the woman, Celine Quest felt as though she had fallen into an icy abyss. The man was Harry, and the woman was her aunt.