Kirra Hart

My husband, Steven Garrett, was always "busy" overseas. So I thought I'd surprise him with a visit. Instead, I found him shacked up with my best friend, Peggy Shane. That day, my heart snapped—I filed for divorce and let my family set me up with someone new. Two years later, I bumped into Steven outside the hospital. He ripped the prenatal report from my hands. "How dare you cheat on me! You think you can play me?"

Flora Harper was sold to the most feared warlock, Blade Yarrow, by her father to clear his debt. Luckily for the young Flora, her master seems to have taken a liking to her, making her feel safe and taken care of. But what she doesn’t know is, that her dark past is on its way to ruin everything she has ever dreamt of.

My husband, Jacob Morris, wrongly believed that I had pushed the woman he loved down the stairs. So, he locked me in the basement to make me reflect on my actions. He hired people to punish me, trying to break my spirit. I suffered inhumane torture. My tendons were cut, and my face was disfigured. Four years later, he finally remembered me and let me out. But by then, I was too broken to love him anymore.

When Shay lost her father at 16 years old she became the sole provider for her mother and brother. This meant giving up on her dreams of becoming an architect and working day and night to help support her mother. After many unsuccessful job interviews, Shay lands a job as the executive assistant to the CEO of one of the world's most renowned architectural firms in the world. Just when she believes her life is on the right track she meets a mysterious stranger while she's out celebrating her new job with her two best friends. One night passion led Shay down a path she never expected. Waking up next to the handsome stranger, in Las Vegas with a hangover from hell, a diamond engagement ring on her finger and a marriage certificate with her name scrawled next to another...Tristan Hoult. (Accidentally Yours: 151 Chapters & The sequel Love Me Again: 131 Chapters)

One night. One kiss. One viral humiliation. Livia Harper built Theo Whitford’s dying company into a billion-dollar empire while carrying his child in secret. On their second anniversary, in front of two hundred cameras, Theo introduced his college sweetheart as “the woman I’ve always loved” and kissed her like Livia never existed. Twenty-four hours later Livia is Mrs. Alexander Kane (the most ruthless billionaire in America and Theo’s oldest enemy). The contract is simple: one year of fake marriage, seventy-five million dollars, and the total annihilation of Theo Whitford’s life. Rules: No feelings. The baby stays a secret. When the year ends, she disappears forever. But contracts weren’t made for the kind of fire that ignites when the woman who has nothing left to lose marries the man who’s never lost anything. Some vows are made to be broken. Others are made to burn the world down.

Living as a human in werewolf territory means surviving by staying invisible. She has no wolf, no pack, and no protection—only a fragile agreement that keeps her alive on the outskirts of Alpha rule. That fragile peace shatters the night she is taken during a territorial conflict and forcibly marked by the most feared Alpha in the region. The mark binds her against her will, flooding her body with a bond she never asked for and tethering her to a man who sees the connection as a necessary claim, not a choice. To the pack, she becomes Alpha property overnight—watched, judged, and expected to submit. To him, she is a complication he cannot undo without risking his authority and the stability of his territory. She refuses to bend. As the bond tightens, her resistance brings consequences. Pain follows defiance. Distance becomes impossible. Every attempt to escape only strengthens the invisible chain between them. While the Alpha enforces control publicly, cracks begin to form in his certainty as her defiance challenges everything he believes about power, dominance, and loyalty. Enemies circle, drawn by rumors of a human mate and a bond formed under blood and coercion. Pack politics turn dangerous, and her existence becomes leverage in a larger war she never chose to be part of. Bound by force, surrounded by wolves who expect her obedience, she must decide whether survival means submission—or whether breaking the Alpha who claimed her is the only way to reclaim herself.

Today, I turned eighteen. I also learned that I have become Tim Frost's heir. In addition to his legitimate business, Tim influences certain criminal circles. I don't want this inheritance. I want Tim himself, but he made it clear that nothing can happen between us. He said that I must forget him. If I can't be with Tim Frost, then I'll give birth to another Tim—his child. Then, no one can take him away from me, and Tim Frost will be in my life again. My own son.

After four years of marriage, I decide to get a divorce. Why? Because my wife doesn't love me. She loves her childhood sweetheart. I disappear after leaving behind a divorce agreement—I give her my blessings in her search for true love. But after I'm gone, she searches the world for me like she's lost her mind.

On my birthday, Heather Pond’s lover posted a sonogram on his social media account and captioned it, [We’re going to be parents!] I commented, [Congratulations. You can have the baby cot from my place.] The next second, Heather called me to give me a warning. “Brandon Smith is dying. I’ll come back to you once I give birth to his child. Please don’t trigger him any further!” I remained calm and collected when I served her the divorce papers. Then, I packed my bags and went on a vacation in Europe.

When my mother-in-law has a heart attack, my husband, who's a heart surgeon, is busy preparing food for his first love's cat. I call him and urge him to return to save my mother-in-law. He says icily, "What is wrong with you, Esther? How dare you curse my mother just to make me head home!" After that, he hangs up. My mother-in-law dies in surgery, yet he's busy watching a concert with his first love. When he returns the following day to see me holding an urn, he's so angry that he throws the bag he's holding at me. "Look at how Lexie was considerate enough to buy clothes for my mother. All you know how to do is get Mom to pull these dumb acts with you!" I sneer. His mother is already dead—what use are those clothes?