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This bottle girl, new to the club, always demanded I serve her. And only me. She was good for business, so I let it slide. Then, one weekend, two in the morning. I’m in bed in the penthouse. She calls, barking orders at me. “I’m in the ‘Paradise’ suite. Get up here with a bottle and get me right.” I almost laughed. The girl was an idiot. “It’s 2 AM. Are you ordering me around? I’m not your bodyguard or your dealer.” She sneered, her voice dripping with arrogance. “My cousin is the club manager. You should feel honored to serve me. By the way, your ‘protection fee’ is late this month. Get your ass over here now, or I’ll have my cousin dump you in the Chicago River.” Oh. She had no idea. The docks along the Chicago River… they’re mine. All of them.

There is an unwritten rule among Saphira's elite. If a new lover wants to become acknowledged as a man's official girlfriend, the previous girlfriend must publicly remove the bracelet that symbolizes her status and personally place it on the new woman's wrist. The day Wayne Seyfried brings Ingrid Bacon home, the entire elite circle waits in anticipation to see me cause a scene. I have stayed by Wayne's side loyally for seven years. For the sake of getting that bracelet, I once kneeled in the Seyfrieds' private chapel for three days. I have also taken a stab from a military bayonet for Wayne. Everyone is certain that I would never give up my position willingly. But when Ingrid, who is clad in a custom gown worth millions, shyly extends her hand to me, I do not argue or make a scene. Instead, I calmly remove the bracelet and slip it onto her wrist. Swirling a glass of red wine, Wayne looks at me with eyes full of arrogance and satisfaction. He says, "You finally know your place, Hillary. It's good that you know where you stand." I lower my head and look at my bare wrist without saying a word. Wayne is clueless. He doesn't know that I have recovered all the memories I lost a month ago. I am the long-lost daughter of the Lachlan family, the wealthiest family in Grandor, who has been missing for seven years. In three days, my older brother's private fleet of jets will arrive in Saphira to take me home.

My parents died when I was ten years old, but a big shot in Jade City adopted me. It was rumored that Sean Graham was a cruel and violent man, but he doted on me for nearly ten years. He booked the advertising screens in the city to celebrate my birthday and promised to marry me when I got drunk and pestered him about it. I called him Uncle Sean at his request. Fear gripped me when I woke up in his bed every morning, but I kept it a secret. Yet one time, we accidentally slept with each other. I got pregnant with his child and wanted to keep it, but I knew I would not live for much longer. One day, I heard his conversation with a servant. “Clean up Zella’s room for Yulia.” “But Mr. Graham, Miss Cooper has been staying there for ten years. Didn’t you design it for her?” “No, I only let her stay there because Yulia had gone abroad.” I touched my belly as disappointment gripped me. It turned out that the man who had promised to provide me with a home as long as he lived wanted to drive me away.

Three years later—they came back. Alpha Marcus knelt before me, his voice trembling. “Come home with us… please?” Liam knelt through the night. “Nina, I regret it. Forgive your brother…” Cole came straight from the battle field, soaked in blood, his eyes red and wet. “Look at me. Just pity me one more time, will you?” I said nothing. Because my heart had already died during those three years. Later, another Alpha stood at my side. I was the only one in his eyes. I smiled. Those people I used to know only dared to watch from afar. They didn’t even dare to come close.

Mercy had loved Bradley Cornell for a long time. Bradley came from a powerful and wealthy family, and he was supposed to marry another woman he loved. On the wedding day, that woman ran away with another man, leaving Bradley embarrassed in front of everyone. To stop the scandal from spreading, Mercy stepped forward and agreed to marry Bradley. She had admired him quietly for years, so even though the marriage started suddenly, she hoped that if she stayed by his side and treated him well, he might slowly come to love her. But the marriage never became warm. Bradley treated Mercy politely but without affection. He spent most of his time working and rarely came home early. When he did come home, he acted distant. Mercy felt more like a stranger living in his house than his wife. Still, Mercy stayed loyal. She waited for him every night and tried to take care of everything for him. She believed that one day he would notice her efforts.

When Julian, the true heir by blood, was finally brought back to the Family, my cold-blooded adoptive parents cast me aside. They sent me to "The Abyss"—a clandestine hellhole where billionaires and mafia bosses paid to hunt, rape, and slaughter human prey. No matter how humiliatingly I begged for mercy, I remained locked in an iron cage, passed around as prey for those bloodthirsty beasts. Days later, a photo of me—covered in whip marks, kneeling like a dog with a chain around my neck—made its way to my beloved fiancée, Vivienne. Standing before the press, the untouchable Mafia Princess sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. "He’s pathetic and utterly filthy. The Valenti family would never align with such trash. I'll be marrying Julian instead." On cue, the Russo family officially disowned me, permanently stripping me of their name. After I was tortured to death, the wedding of the century commenced, broadcast live worldwide to celebrate the alliance between two major mafia families. But right then, my "wedding gift" was delivered. When the box was opened, the entire room went dead silent.

Elena Sterling gave Mark everything, her brilliant business mind, her unwavering loyalty, her entire life. She built his billion-dollar empire from nothing while he slowly erased her from the story. Now, after years of being the perfect wife and mother, she's become invisible in her own home. Mark flaunts his mistress while their children wish Veronica was their real mother. When Elena discovers Mark's plan to divorce her, claim she's mentally unstable, and steal custody of their children, she realizes the man she loved never existed at all. With nothing but the clothes on her back and a fierce determination to survive, Elena takes a job as a night cleaner at Knight Industries. There, she catches the attention of Arthur Knight, a mysterious billionaire CEO who sees the brilliant woman hiding beneath her broken exterior. As Elena transforms from discarded wife to unstoppable force, she uncovers Mark's darkest secrets and begins planning the perfect revenge. But when Arthur offers her something she never thought she'd have again—real love—Elena must choose between the safety of starting over and the satisfaction of bringing down the man who destroyed her. Just when Elena thinks she's finally won, Mark makes one last desperate move that could cost her everything she's fought to rebuild... But Elena Sterling didn't survive this long to lose now. Will Elena reclaim her power and find true love, or will Mark's final betrayal destroy her chance at happiness forever? In this explosive tale of revenge, redemption, and second chances, nothing is what it seems and everyone has secrets worth killing for.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

Jack Saunders wanted one last hurrah before taking the mantle of DS Oil & Gas, the billion-dollar company that his father founded. His friend, Owen, let him borrow his mansion on a tropical island so that he could throw a final party before “marrying” the business that would dominate the rest of his life. He brought his secretary, Brandy, hoping that he could kindle a relationship that would last through the long days and nights of running a company. However, while the party was great, the gold digging woman he brought was not, and Jack resigned himself to a lifetime of loneliness. That was until he took a walk down the beach and met her. A woman who didn’t recognize him from the tabloids and only saw him, the man behind the money. Of all the women Jack had ever met, there was nobody like Emma LaRue. With one pretend marriage ceremony, she would change his life forever, and become the only one he ever wanted to give his saltwater kisses to. This novella is the first half of Saltwater Kisses written from Jack’s point-of-view, with a few bonus scenes thrown in as well.

“I, Darian Blackmere, reject you as my mate.” Those words shattered me in front of everyone because I couldn’t shift… because I was “defective.” So I ran. I survived. I became something no one saw coming. Now I’m Luna Ghost undefeated, untouchable and mated to Valtherion Ashvane, the Prime Alpha feared by every pack. My old pack wants me back now that I’m powerful. My family begs for forgiveness. And the mate who rejected me says losing me was his greatest mistake. Too bad for them. I’m done begging for acceptance. They wanted me weak. Now the girl they rejected is coming back as their Queen.