I Died On My Wedding Day Novel

My Alpha mate Kieran ordered our eight-year-old son to burn my mother alive because his Omega assistant accused me of killing her pet dog out of spite. Kieran's eyes were filled with impatience and disgust. "You're supposed to be our pack's respected Luna. Why would you target an innocent Omega? Whatever harm her pet suffered, your mother will endure the same. Your mother is paying the price for your jealousy!" I fell to my knees, begging Kieran to spare my mother. But he commanded our seven-year-old son Owen to light the fire himself. My son didn't hesitate for a second as he threw the torch into the pile of wood. "That's what you get for always going against Aunt Sera!" I screamed and cried, desperately begging them to help me put out the flames. "Please, I'm begging you, take my mother to the healing center..." "Enough, Aria. Your mother is still lying in the hospital bed. That's just a training dummy. Stop putting on this pathetic act." After saying that, father and son walked away without looking back. They didn't know that it really was my mother burning in those flames. But when I finally gave up on them and left, why did they both come crawling back, begging me to return?

“Until yesterday, you hated my guts…” I forced out as Moore leaned in. The sturdy man grinned and undressed me with his eyes, “Because until yesterday, you were just a scrawny psychologist who wouldn’t stop blabbering, now, you’re my wife,” ————————- After she is disowned by her family, Amber lands her dream job as a psychologist but things take a drastic turn when she realizes that her job is to marry and stop Alexander Moore — A grumpy bitter billionaire grieving over the loss of his wife from following in her footsteps… She’s used to the drama, the strain, it’s her job, but she’s not ready to fall in love with a man who is all shades of red flags, but it’s a good thing she LOVES the color red

Buried deep in the Aster estate was the Heartwood—ancient, sacred, mine. Told my husband, Julian Aster—back when he actually listened—that if it ever fell, I'd die with it. At first, he freaked out. Flew in glacier water, hired a whole squad of plant experts to nurture it 24/7. Then one day, just because his childhood friend—Isabella Duvall—got a scratch from the bark, Julian had the Heartwood ripped out. The second it crashed, I choked on glowing blood—ichor. My power? Gone. Barely standing, I grabbed his arm. "You knew. If the Heartwood dies, I—" He laughed. Straight-up mocked me. "Sera, come on. That fairy tale? Only Grandma still believes that crap. Is that mayo on your mouth? Relax—it's a tree. I'll buy you a forest if you want." Overnight, my hair turned gray. Skin cracked. Eyes dulled. Still, I dragged myself to his grandmother, Henrietta. "I kept your family safe for two hundred years. That's why the Asters thrived. But the Heartwood's gone. Debt's paid. One day left. Whatever happens next? Not my problem."

Cecilia Laurent’s husband, Lyon Melville, was known across North Ameria’s underground circles as the biggest womanizer. As the current Don of the Melville family, the women who wanted to get close to him would line up from New Yorke to Rondon. He never turned anyone away from his bed. Cecilia had been married to Lyon for five years. The taunting messages and intimate photos from his mistresses were enough to fill the storage on three of her encrypted phones. Cecilia showed no mercy. After the photos of Lyon in the car with a model were made public, she had the sports car dismantled completely. When he went out to sea with an actress to watch fireworks, she had the yacht blown to nothing. She blacklisted every woman who tried to cling to him. She overturned tables at family banquets. She risked every bit of dignity she had as the Melville family’s Donna in the hope that he would come back to her. Lyon allowed it. He let the rumors spread without denying anything. For five years, Cecilia was the joke of the family and the entire underworld. When the New Year came around, Cecilia received her first “gift” of the year. It was an intimate photo of Lyon in bed with another woman. At nearly the same time, a headline broke across New Yorke’s social media and tabloids. [Don Melville Meets Superstar Gianna Moretti Late at Night.] Inside the banquet hall of the family estate, the band continued to play. The champagne tower reflected a cold light. Everyone was waiting for her to blow up. Her assistant expertly pulled up the PR department’s number and held the phone out to her. “Donna Melville, the PR team is waiting for your instructions. Do you want us to make this bigger, like last time?” Cecilia looked at the man in the photo. Ten minutes ago, he had held their daughter on the balcony and watched the fireworks together. She suddenly smiled. “Take it down,” she said. “I don’t want to see this on the front page in two hours.” Everyone in New Yorke knew that the Melville family’s Donna loved like a madwoman. She could lose her temper just as easily. But this time, she did not lose control. She wanted a divorce.

"You're ours Little blue" Drew said as he thrust into me, forcing his brother's cock deeper into my throat. And I could agree more. They were mine as much as I was theirs... ~~~ Miles had ever felt anything like this. Not ever. This was humiliation on a cosmic scale, a total, gut-wrenching, earth-swallowing failure. One second, he was Miles Donovan, the golden boy of the class of ’26 who had a full merit scholarship, a perfect GPA, and a promising internship lined up for the summer. Everyone knew his name on that pristine, hallowed campus. He was the future. The next second, he was… this, standing outside a ridiculously cramped campus dorm at some random state university where his life would change. For the better or worse?

After finally quiting her horrible job as an assistant to a magazin company, Princi Jona got her dream job as a high manager in a large company called the Davis Company. But unlucky her, she ended up getting stuck in the elevator on her first day with a sea blue eyed stranger. After deciding to pass the time though games and getting to know eachother, princi ended up striking the stranger at the back of his hand until he called the game quits. After they went their separate aways, Princi made it in time for her first meeting only to realize that the stranger she had slapped continously was non other than Shawn Davis...her new boss. Let the game of hide and seek begin...

Mark Carlson and I had been a secret couple for three years. He was nothing but my boss at work. But at home, he treated me however he pleased, with no regard for my feelings. One day, I noticed him researching marriage. My heart leapt with joy. I prepared my proof of identity and other relevant documents, thinking he was finally ready, but he went to the marriage registration office with another woman. "You're married now. You should clean up things at home quickly,” one of his friends said, grinning. "Yeah, I should. But honestly, she does not have to leave entirely,” Mark replied with a smirk. I watched as everyone laughed, their faces filled with delight. Tears streamed down my face as I turned away. I pulled out my phone and called my childhood friend, Andy Selton. "You wanted to marry me, didn't you?” I asked, my voice trembling. Later, two weddings were held on the same day. Mark's face filled with regret as he stared at my wedding photo with Andy. In the middle of his ceremony, he left his bride behind and drove to find me. But by then, I was already married to my husband!

Two people hiding their true identities; one, a prince and the other, a multi-skilled con artist—a royal recipe for disaster. Lu only knows that Felix is wealthy and important and has a British accent that could get any woman in his bed, but she doesn't know he's a prince. She's sent undercover to dupe him for all he's worth while Felix thinks he's finally found the love of his life and future queen in one person, which is one of the requirements for him to become king—a position he's not sure he even wants. What happens when they find out they are both hiding their true identities? They are both on a mission, but at the end of the day, only one of them will deliver.

Amy is a musician whose music got distorted and warped due to a tragedy and guilt building up inside of her. Yet in the midst of her sadness appeared the brooding Antonio Russo; a sexy Italian man with a secret. During the whirlwind romance with the man she deemed her first love, Amy was swept her off her feet, until it all came to a screeching halt in the form of striking blue eyes. Dimitri Baranov has come to claim what was promised to him so long ago - but will Amy give in to temptation or follow old customs? In this brand new Bratva/Italian Mafia dark romance, you will find out that love can come from the worst places and blossom into something beautiful. *Book 2 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels.*

He was supposed to be a stranger. He became her salvation. Ava Hart had it all—until she didn’t. On the day she was supposed to swear her life to Blake Turner, she walked into the bridal suite and found her fiancé and her best friend rewriting her future without her. They wanted her lineage, her status, and her silence. They never expected Ava to fight back. Instead of a scene, she chose a scandal. She walked straight into the Downtown Civic Registry and bound herself to the first man she saw. Connor Vale. Ava thought she’d hired a rogue enforcer to play her husband for a season. She didn’t know she’d just climbed into the den of the most dangerous Alpha in the Blackwood territory. Connor is a man of shadow and steel. To the world, he is the ruthless Obsidian King of the Vale Media Group—a predator who takes what he wants and discards the rest. But to Ava, he is something else entirely. Behind the cold, unyielding gaze and the scent of rain and dark cedar, Connor hides an ancient, aching obsession. He has been watching her from the sidelines for years, waiting for the moon to push her into his arms. Now, Ava is playing a deadly game of revenge. Every time Blake tries to ruin her, he finds himself crushed under the weight of an unseen force—Connor’s force.