Little Lies

Bagi Estela Calista, kecantikan adalah kutukan yang membuatnya dikhianati oleh teman-temannya sendiri. Bagi Edward Sebastian Alexander, kekayaan adalah penjara yang membuat ibunya menghalalkan segala cara demi seorang cucu, termasuk menjebak putranya sendiri.

Darren Startan (35) just needed a baby mama to give him an heir so he could inherit his father's gold mine. He didn't care for a wife, just a woman to carry his seed. Paula Rain(18) She needs money desperately to save her mother, who is diagnosed with brain tumour. Paula and Darren's part will cross all in the quest for their selfish needs. But then, an unfortunate incident occurs, shattering Paula's life forever and also leaving Darren in regrets and torture. What will it take to fight their demons and heal their broken hearts? Let's find out

Rachel lived her whole life in the shadows of her perfect twin sister, Ellien. Unloved, unrecognized, and cursed with a mysterious white hair that made even her father hate her. She was called a monster. But when Ellien her sister runs away from an arranged marriage to a powerful and feared man—J, the ruthless heir of the Charltons family. Rachel is forced to take her place. Everyone believes she’s weak. Powerless. A mere replacement. But Rachel carries a secret of her own, a hidden power she was never supposed to awaken... and a dangerous connection to the man they call a devil. With her mysterious ability awakening stronger than ever, and her heart slowly betraying her; Rachael finds herself caught between survival, a dangerous deal, and an impossible man. He was her enemy. She was his last hope. But fate had other plans.

“I want you to ruin me. To fuck me like nothing else matters.” Zoriana’s breath hitched, the air in her lungs turning to ice as she stared into the darkened eyes of the man pinning her against the warehouse door. Outside, the pack’s founding day celebration was a blur of music and laughter, but in the shadows, there was only the scent of rain and the dangerous heat radiating off Alpha Tristan. “You’re mated to my brother, Zoriana,” he growled, his voice a dark, jagged rasp against her ear. His mouth brushed her pulse point, sending a shiver of pure, traitorous electricity through her blood. “Do you have any idea what I’ll do to you if I stop being a gentleman?” Zoriana didn't care about the crown. She didn't care about the Royal bond or the destiny written in the stars. She arched her back, her nails grazing the hard muscle of his shoulders as she pulled him closer. “Then stop being a gentleman, Tristan. Show me the monster everyone says you are.” *** Zoriana’s world shattered overnight when her mate’s betrayal turned her from a beloved Luna into a rogue. But she did not break. Rising from the ashes, Zoriana founded her own pack and built an empire that shook the very foundations of the shifter kingdoms. The higher she rises, the deeper she is trapped in a web of deadly intrigues and twisted truths. Zoriana is caught between the Royal Alpha she is sworn to support and his ruthless brother—a devilish enemy who ignites a forbidden, soul-searing desire she cannot control. In a world of poisoned blood and lethal lies, Zoriana must choose: the crown she fought for, or the man who could be her undoing? Rating: 18+ | Content Warning: Explicit Language, Graphic Violence, and Mature Sexual Themes.

“Who are you? You don't even know me. Why are you helping me?" I asked, and he just went back to his straight, expressionless face. "I'm D..... You are?" he asked, and suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine. It must be because he looked like a cold-hearted person; maybe the chills were coming from him. Or maybe because I couldn't even get past the first letter of his name. Why won't I remember his name? What happened to me? What did my brother do? Why won't I remember the name of my mate?! Mated to the Beta of her pack, Diana struggles with sleepless nights as a Stranger visits her dreams every night showing her proofs that her life in the pack might be a lie and her mate may not be her true mate.

Lustre Brown, a lowly omega that was abandoned at birth had never felt like she belonged anywhere until she met Alpha Luca, a powerful alpha intent on doing anything to become the most powerful alpha in Silvercrest. He promised Lustre a life of power and glamor by using her as a sex weapon to bring down his greatest enemies and Lustre easily compiled, grateful to be useful and indispensable. But after she got a mission to infiltrate the most powerful and feared pack in Silvercrest by seducing Alpha Fleki, known as The Rogue to the entire population of Silvercrest, she's soon thrown into a world of high stakes, power play, and bloodshed. And she'll soon realize that this might just be one mission that she won't get out of it alive.

Vivica had spent her whole life atoning for her late father’s crime. Forced to clean up after the pack members while being ridiculed for not having a wolf, she endured everything hoping that her pain would finally come to an end when Jason, the pack’s Alpha, revealed her as his mate. Then, everything will fall in place and she won't have to run anymore. What she didn’t know was that Jason—her childhood friend turned lover—was just as terrible as his people, he had only been toying with her all along. At the full moon party, Jason mates with a reputable wolf kicking Vivica to the curb after fifteen years of leading her on. Meanwhile, Adrian—Jason’s estranged stepbrother—would give anything to see Jason gnash his teeth in regret. Even if it meant transforming Jason’s cast-away lover into a woman he could never have access to again.

Lana Warrenwood never expected her life would go upside down overnight. She was a naive orphan werewolf living in mercy of the pack. The only hope she had was her secret love of her life, Rex, the future alpha of the pack. But what happens when she finds his true colors and being announced her to a sex slave for the King of Lycans ?? Is she going to breakdown from her tragic situation or will she be able to come up like a phoenix ?? And what happens when she finds the Lycan Alpha, who will win ?? Who will lose ??

Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border. He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family. He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him. I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood. He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took a bullet for him. He asked me to be understanding. I never complained. Day after day, I pressed expensive suits in that humid laundromat, waiting for him to come home. It wasn't until the eighth year that a mobster came back drunk. When I asked about Dario, he froze, then sneered at me through a haze of alcohol. "Dario? Are you kidding? He’s been a King in Manhattan for years. He’s the youngest Underboss of the Corleone family." I stood frozen, the iron in my hand burning a hole right through a shirt. "And he got married seven years ago. Biggest cathedral in New Jersey. Half the mob was there to toast the groom..." He pulled a crumpled photo from his leather jacket. Snuggled up against my husband was a woman in a high-end couture gown—the very same "poor, widowed sister-in-law" he had told me about. The next day, I contacted a fixer who specialized in fake IDs. On the application for a one-way ticket to Europe—a ticket to vanish off the face of the earth—I filled in the fake name I had prepared long ago. He trapped me for seven years with a sham marriage. From now on, I’d be done with this damn loyalty.

I fell in love with the nanny's son. After boldly pursuing him, he reluctantly agreed to marry me. But I never expected his young lover to storm into my home like a madwoman, prying my mouth open to pour scalding water down my throat, pressing me into a sink full of dirty water, and finally pushing me down the stairs. My husband stood by my hospital bed, looking at my broken body with disdain. "Irene, every moment with you makes me sick," he spat, barely able to hide his impatience for my death. Yet, when I finally died, he sobbed uncontrollably in public, playing the role of the devoted, heartbroken husband. "Irene, don't leave me! You have no idea how much I wanted to die with you!" At that, I spoke softly from behind him. "Is that so?"