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Kael Draven is destined to rule the nation’s strongest pack, bound by duty and a betrothal to Seraphine Vale, Moonridge Academy’s golden Luna-in-training. But fate doesn’t care about rules. The moment Elara— the new scholarship, quiet, human, and supposedly powerless girl steps onto campus, everything shifts, Protocols shatter. Kael’s wolf claims her. And Elara begins unlocking secrets that should’ve stayed buried… including a prophecy tied to a lost royal bloodline. She shouldn’t have lasted a day. Now she might change everything. But Seraphine the betrothed Luna won’t give up her crown without a fight. And when black magic comes into play, Elara must face more than just destiny, she must survive it. Will she rise and claim what’s hers? Or be destroyed before the truth sets her free?

Ryan Carter was not supposed to survive Blackridge. Being a victim of political manipulation and a corrupt system, he is sentenced to be silenced. But he refuses to fold. Stubborn, defiant, unbreakable, and dangerously intelligent, he refuses to submit, turning himself into a problem the prison cannot ignore. Then Michael arrives in prison, also a victim of the same scheme, a lover who doubted, betrayed, and refused to trust him. Trapped inside a system built to destroy them, buried beneath secrets no one is meant to uncover, they are forced into a dangerous game of power and control. To survive, they must do the impossible. Break out. Expose everything and burn the system to the ground. Will they survive long enough to achieve this goal or crumble under the weight of Blackridge’s fire? The uncertainty hunts them like a plague.

My husband was ruled by his obsessive-compulsive disorder, enforcing rigid schedules that governed our household. On our daughter's birthday, he and his assistant showed up late. The girl, who mirrored her father's need for order, wasn't upset. She just smiled and invited them to cut her cake. My heart shattered as I watched their cream-covered faces and joyful photos. The next day, I handed him the divorce agreement, confusing him. "Just because Edith didn't cut the cake with you?" "Yes."

On her wedding day, Mia Evans was betrayed by her fiancé and humiliated by her own sister. Overnight, she became the scandal everyone whispered about. Then came Alexander Blake. Cold, ruthless, untouchable, the billionaire heir who offered her a way to rise from the ashes. A one-year contract marriage. No emotions. No mistakes. To him, Mia is a weapon. To her, he’s the only man who can turn her pain into power. But living under his roof means playing by his rules, facing his ex who refuses to let go, and resisting the pull of a man who swore he’d never love. Because in Alexander Blake’s world, contracts are binding, hearts are dangerous, and falling in love? That was never part of the deal.

I accidentally wear the gown Miles Graham prepared for his childhood sweetheart. To my horror, he forces me to take it off in public. "I prepared this for Nora—do you think you're worthy of wearing it? Take it off! You're dirtying it!" He knows I have serious PTSD after almost being violated, yet he insults me with those words. I look at him tearfully and beg him not to say anymore. That's when the gown's zip bursts open. My PTSD acts up. I'm so overwhelmed that I collapse on the floor and have a seizure. Miles dismisses everyone and takes Nora out on a date. He leaves me lying there in humiliation. I call my mentor before being discharged from the hospital. "Ms. Gardner, I've decided to participate in the water conservation project in Affenheim."

When my fiance's student argued with me, she knocked over a gas cylinder and caused an explosion. As the fire spread, my fiancé rushed into the lab wearing a gas mask. However, his priority was to carry his student to safety. As he left, he said, "Wait for the rescue team! A teacher should treat their students like how a parent treats their children. If something happens to Amanda, you don't deserve to be a teacher!" In the end, I inhaled too much toxic gas and died, never having waited long enough for the rescue team to arrive. Since I was the only one who had mastered the core data of the lab, no one could take my place. This meant that five years of hard work in the lab were destroyed, and Astran University was kicked out of a global research project. Later, William, the once esteemed professor of Astran University, became a pariah—someone whom everyone scorned and reviled.

My adopted sister, Jasmine, lost a million dollars in a bad investment scheme. On that fateful day, a disgruntled client showed up before us, furious that his entire life's savings had disappeared overnight and desperate to exact his revenge. When my boyfriend, Connor Sanders, showed up to rescue us, both of us reached a pleading hand to him in fear, but he swatted mine away and snarled, "Rosie, cut the crap! I know you're just faking, and you better stop, or else karma will come back to you! Jasmine has a heart condition, so I'll need to send her to the hospital right away!" Faking it? If only he knew the truth—that the unfortunate daughter born with a congenital heart disease was, in fact, me! On the day of my funeral, my boyfriend Connor wept upon my grave and blinded himself out of remorse. From that day onwards, Connor "Hawk-Eye" Sanders would live in eternal darkness.

Alice Long and I were caught in the crossfire. When my boyfriend—a combat medic responsible for saving the wounded—came to our rescue, he pushed me aside. Gently cradling Alice, the girl I had shielded, he shot me a cold glance and said, "Crystal, I'm deeply disappointed in you. She needs immediate care to avoid infection!" What about me? Was I meant to die instead? When my flag-draped coffin arrived home, he had the nerve to weep openly at my memorial. This once-renowned combat medic, celebrated around the globe, never set foot outside his room again.

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Today happens to be Yvonne Ziegler's birthday. Yvonne is Shawn Jacobson's, my husband's, newly hired personal assistant. Shawn spares no expense in buying her a villa as a birthday present, and Yvonne haughtily takes to social media to show off on the day she moves in. "I'd like everyone to know that I'm married to a wealthy man now." Shawn comments on the post, saying, "Happy birthday, my beloved Yvonne!" In the picture, Shawn's hand rests intimately on Yvonne's slender waist, leaving no doubt about their intimate relationship. In that instant, the company's group chat erupts into a frenzy of notifications, as colleagues declare their envy of Yvonne and heap praise upon her for being young and accomplished. Oscar Jagger, my childhood friend, notices the picture and immediately tags me in the group chat. He then sends me a pointed, teasing message, saying, "Shawn's display of love is so glaring! Congrats on being cheated on, Leslie!" I manage a bitter, wry smile, taking my time to type out the response. "Do you need a villa as well, Oscar? I'm happy to give you a place—a much nicer one than Shawn's, of course."