I Became The Hero's Mom

For the past three months, I've slept only three hours every day just so my team and I can create an app. Thanks to our hard work, the app goes absolutely viral to the point we've garnered over 100 million registered users on the first week of its launch. At the afterparty, my wife, Stacie Woodward, announces that her godbrother, Tory Frost, who's the PR manager, will be the one receiving the million-dollar bonus. She then tosses me a few 50% discount coupons that can be used in shopping malls as my bonus. "You're just a code monkey—why do you need that much money anyway? You can have these discount coupons. Use them on anything you want. At least buy some nice clothes for yourself. Don't go around wearing these rags. You'll just end up humiliating me more." I plead to her in a low tone, "Have you gone crazy, Stacie? My dad needs the money for the best medication in order to save his life! Can you please stop joking around?" But Stacie clings to Toby's arm, looking high and mighty. "Your dad's dying, isn't he? He might as well stop wasting the public resources! I can always choose him a better grave and hold a nice funeral for him when his time comes!" As I look at Stacie's smug face, I just smile at her instead of getting mad at her. She must have forgotten that the app's core algorithm and the user growth model are built using my private, undisclosed technology stack. That means the copyright is mine and has nothing to do with the company. I just smile while nodding at Stacie. That night, I activate the technology stack's self-destruct and migration protocols.

Rejected on the night of her mating ceremony, Valeria’s world shatters when the mate she waited for abandons her without mercy. Branded a disgrace by her own family, she is betrayed in the cruelest way—offered in place of her sister to the most ruthless Alpha known to the packs. Alpha Sebastian does not want her love. He does not want her loyalty. To the pack, she is Luna,To him, she is nothing but a slave. Humiliated, tortured, and stripped of her title, Valeria is framed for a crime she did not commit. Her sister steals her identity. Her parents turn their backs on her. And the Alpha who owns her sentences her to death—only to spare her life for a fate far worse. Broken and chained, Valeria loses all hope… until a mysterious Alpha saves her life. Alpha Xavier is powerful, dangerous, and impossible to read. When he touches her, something awakens—a bond stronger than fate. But Alpha Sebastian will not let go of what he claims belongs to him. Caught between two Alphas.Hunted by her own blood. And carrying a secret that could cost her life, Valeria must escape… or rise and take revenge on everyone who destroyed her. Will she remain a slave forever, or become the Luna they all feared?

My sister and I got into a car crash. My heart was ruptured, and I needed immediate surgery if I were to live. My mother, being the director of her hospital, sent all the doctors to my sister instead, all just to check on her. She barely got hurt. I pleaded and begged for my mother to save me, but impatience got the better of her. She roared, "This isn't the time to take any attention away from your sister! She almost had a bone fracture!" And I died. I remember where it was. It was a freezing operating theater.

​He was the man who was strictly off-limits.​ Now, he’s the only man she wants. When Lella ended her high-profile relationship with the most eligible bachelor in the city, she believed she knew what she was doing. Freedom was what she desired, not a place in a bedroom where each kiss felt like a contract and every look was a controlled power. However, she failed to take into consideration the man who actually controlled the family. Her ex-boyfriend's uncle. Viktor Volkonsky. ​He's one of the heirs of the Volkon Empire. He's cold, devilishly handsome, and has spent months watching her with a hunger he never bothered to hide. ​Forced into a high-stakes game of obsession and control, Lella realizes that Viktor doesn't just want her back in the family, he wants to own the very air she breathes. He wants her in his bed, under his thumb, and stripped of every defense she’s ever built. ​ Every stolen glance is a provocation. Every brush of his hand is a reminder that she is playing with a fire that could incinerate her entire world. Viktor is used to getting what he wants, and what he wants is the one woman who could destroy his legacy. Lella is aware that falling in love with him is a complete surrender, not just a scandal. Some secrets are worth the scandal and some sins are too delicious to regret. ​In this family, loyalty is everything but betrayal has never tasted so sweet.

Some wines take years to perfect. So does revenge. Imani Reginald is the secret behind a billion-dollar empire. Her name isn't on the label. Her face isn't in the press. But every award the Reginald Wine Company has ever won was because of her. Her husband calls her their competitive advantage. He calls her his greatest love and means it so convincingly that even Imani has never thought to look closer. He forgot one thing. Imani makes wine that billionaires beg for. And one of them was watching. He is Ruthless. Dangerous. A man carrying his own wounds and a revenge agenda that runs cold and deep — similar to hers in ways, neither of them planned. He doesn't offer her sympathy. He offers her something far more valuable. The resources. The ruthlessness. The permission to become the nemesis that her enemies deserve. What follows is a collision of secrets so layered and so long-buried that nothing and no one will emerge from them unchanged. A falsified investigation. An identity that isn't what it seems. Sisters who share a face and a history full of missing pieces. And a truth so devastating. The people who broke her will learn a hard truth — they shouldn't have touched her daughter or her sister. But there's one thing about being a man's nemesis. He never sees you coming.

I was the odd one out in the Chicago mob. Other men's women spent their time fighting for affection, clawing for power, watching out for the homewreckers. Not me. I spent mine cleaning up after my boyfriend, Don Vincent Maro. His political rivals — I squared away. His brother's messes — I handled overnight. The women he kept on the side — I dealt with personally. Last month it got worse. He asked me to go chase off a man who'd been hanging around Sofia, his new girl. Sofia pouted. "Elena really can do everything." Vincent said, "That's why I keep her around." Sofia asked, "Won't Elena be upset?" Vincent paused. "Her? She's used to it." Seven years. No title in the Maro family. No public acknowledgment. Just one function — fixing things. This time, I was tired. I slid the last stack of documents across to Vincent. He signed them one after another without looking up. When he was done, he asked: Anything else? I said: No. It's all handled. What he didn't know was that at the bottom of that stack was the document terminating every identity I held inside the Maro family. The moment his pen touched that page, I no longer belonged to the Maros. And I no longer belonged to him.

Betrayed by her fated mate. Claimed by his father. Claire White’s world shatters when the man destined to be her mate abandons her. Seeking escape, she drowns her sorrows in a bar—until a dark, magnetic stranger ignites a fire in her blood. Theo is intoxicating, dangerous… and her wolf reacts to him in a way it never did with her so-called mate. But fate isn’t done with her. When her father falls ill, Claire is left drowning in debt—and her ex, Adrian, cruelly offers to pay… if she becomes his mistress. Refusing means ruin, but surrendering means losing herself forever. Then comes her only lifeline—a high-stakes job working for the most powerful Alpha in the city. Theo. Her savior. Her boss. And Adrian’s father. Now, trapped between duty and desire, Claire must navigate a world of pack politics, forbidden lust, and deadly secrets. Theo is everything she shouldn’t want—older, dominant, and her ex-mate’s sire. But the pull between them is raw, primal, and impossible to deny. Will she risk everything for a love that could destroy them both?

"She’s just a legal vessel for my heir. Once the child is born, I’ll dispose of her." Those ruthless words shattered Serena’s three-year marriage to billionaire, Rafael Navarro. Hidden in the shadows, she watched her cold-hearted husband passionately entangle with his own stepsister, realizing she was merely a biological pawn meant to bear a healthy child to bypass their twisted, genetically doomed bloodline. Disgusted and fiercely protective of the newly discovered life growing inside her, Serena refused to be their sacrificial lamb. On a violent stormy night, she orchestrated her own tragic death, plunging a car off a cliff and burying her naive love at the bottom of the deep abyss. Five years later, the weak, discarded wife is dead. In her place stands Dr. S, a globally feared and untouchable medical genius. Karma strikes with absolute vengeance when the child Rafael ultimately had with his stepsister is born with severe, rotting genetic defects. Desperate and out of options, the once-arrogant billionaire is forced to his knees in public, offering his empire to beg Dr. S for the boy's life, completely oblivious that the ruthless woman looking down at him is the wife he drove to her grave. But Rafael's ultimate descent into madness begins when he crosses paths with Serena’s four-year-old prodigy possessing his exact emerald-green eyes, a son who coldly looks right through him, leaving Rafael to burn in the ashes of his late regret.

The Day I Was Reborn, I Rejected the Alpha In my previous life, on my third year as Luna, I took an arrow tipped with wolfsbane meant for my Alpha mate Julian. My wolf was nearly killed, and I lay comatose for three full years. When I finally woke, Julian held my sister Lyra's hand and told me they were in love. He wanted me to step aside. My adoptive mother, Eleanor, pressured me to accept it. I refused. When the three of them closed in on me, I appealed to the Council of Elders. In the end, the Council ruled that Lyra be exiled. She couldn't bear the humiliation, and took her own life. Julian let me keep my title as Luna, but he hated me for the rest of his life. He would look at me with cold, dead eyes. "You should never have woken up. Then I wouldn't have lost Lyra." My adoptive mother blamed me too — for killing my sister, for destroying our family. Seven years later, grief and alcohol had hollowed Julian out completely. On his deathbed, the cold mask slipped. He gripped my hand. "In the next life... will you let me have Lyra?" Something in me went numb. After Julian was gone, the pack fell apart without an Alpha. Every one of them cursed me for being the one still alive. In the fighting that came after, my own pack handed me over to a rival pack. They put a dozen arrows through me. I died alone in the wilderness. When I opened my eyes, I was back — back to the day I first woke up.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.