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The day Naomi Blake would be the happiest of her life turned out to be the worst and it changed everything. Dumped by her fiancée two hours before their engagement party, Naomi drowned her heartbreak in alcohol. She woke up the next morning hungover…with a stranger in her bed. Desperate to forget the night, she left him a note calling him the worst mistake of her life and walked away certain she'd never see him again. But fate had other plans… Weeks later, the same man appears with a contract that could erase her family's crushing debts if she agrees to marry him, now Naomi is caught between danger and desperation. Six months. That's all rehearsal requires: six months of marriage, six months of pretending. No falling in love, no digging into his past, no breaking the contact, the rules are simple enough. Will Naomi be able to walk away after six months or will this dangerous arrangement turn into something real she can't escape?

Everyone in the pack knew I was in love with the Alpha, Luther Pauley. I had done whatever it took to win him over, even sneaking into his bed more than once. When I turned 18, the pack's seer predicted that Luther was my destined mate. But I refused the marking ceremony and chose to leave the pack instead. Luther looked stunned as he blocked my way out. "If you walk away now, don't ever come back." No one in the pack believed I would really go. They were even making bets about how soon I'd crawl back. "I'm calling three days!" "You're giving her too much credit. I'll wager a bottle of healing tonic that she'll be running back here in three minutes!" I ignored them and went straight to Sawyer Dunn, the Alpha of Graymoon Pack. This time, I swore I would never look back again.

He betrayed her bed. Now she’s burning in someone else’s. For six years, Sierra Black played the perfect Luna—devoted, obedient, untouched by scandal. Until the night she walked in on her Alpha husband between the legs of a younger woman. Humiliated and heartbroken, Sierra agrees to his twisted offer of an open marriage… but only to make him regret ever calling her boring. Enter the Nightmoor twins—Riven and Rafe. Sinful. Ruthless. Off-limits. Her younger brother’s best friends… and the only ones who ever made her feel wanted. One night turns into temptation. A kiss turns into surrender. And suddenly, Sierra’s not just tasting freedom—she’s starving for it. But secrets run deeper than betrayal. Her husband won’t let her go. The rogue mistress wants her dead. And the twins? They’re not here to play fair. Now the Luna everyone dismissed is about to become the one they all fear.

I had moved out of our house, but my boyfriend—the one I had given up everything to run away with—had no idea. Neither did his possessive younger brother, the one who used to knock on my door calling for me. My boyfriend's first love had taken up all their attention. They no longer listened when I played the piano. They even forgot about my cat fur allergy and brought that woman's cat home. My boyfriend, Ian Blake, had snapped, "If anyone's leaving, it's you. There's no way Eva's cat is going anywhere." His brother, Sebastian, had said, "Sienna, Eva is my girlfriend. How could I give up her cat for you?" When I woke up in the hospital after going into anaphylactic shock from my allergy, I decided to leave them. Back home, I made my first call to my mother. "Mom, I'm ready to accept the arranged marriage."

For her whole life, Lyra Suarez had been a good girl. That one girl who was too sweet, too nice, too helpful, too kind, too easy to manipulate, too easy to use, too easy to destroy. Being too pure and too caring sometimes has its bad side. And she knew that too well. At twenty-three, she was busy working her life away just to protect herself and keep her distance from her biological father, who never even claimed her.   With just one laced drink, her trust in her only aunt disappeared. Everybody seemed to see her as a beautiful ticket to a fortune. She was sold to a filthy old man.   While her poor soul cried for help, calling all the saints never seemed to work. And as her last prayer, in her most desperate state, she called for him... the Devil.   Because a deal with the Devil is always better than living in hell. And sometimes, the Devil is not the one to fear.

Asya is the most promising ballerina the Royal Ballet has seen in years. Wildly ambitious, back-breakingly disciplined, and immensely driven, she has only one objective: prima ballerina. There is nothing she won't do to earn this once-in-a-generation title. But behind her ballerina grace she hides dark secrets of an inhumanly strict mother, pushing her body to cruel limits, and serial hookups with male dancers. Roman Zharnov is the star of the Russian ballet: young, successful, arrogant, beautiful, and worst of all, talented. He's come to London for a fresh start after earning himself the nickname 'the bad boy of ballet'. It is during a rehearsal that his eye falls on Asya, a nineteen-year-old soloist with spitfire in her eyes and a raw talent capable of silencing an auditorium. But Asya has a partner, and she wants to stay as far away as possible from the Russian prodigy with a reputation that won't seem to leave him alone. In the competitive world of classical ballet Asya is climbing the ranks, earning coveted parts and building a name for herself as a promising soloist. But all the while she is playing a dangerous game behind the curtain. Roman has found the one ballerina that can keep up with him and wants her to partner him, but he will soon realise that animals can't do what she does.

Alice Collins had always wished she could provide a comfortable life for her mother and two younger sisters, as the four girls had been through great financial difficulties since their parents' separation. So, when she turned eighteen, Alice decided to try her luck in another country. Determined to take the risk, she moved to Los Angeles, aiming for one goal: to do everything possible to help her family. But, as not everything was easy, especially when finding herself in a country where she knew nothing, Alice faced challenges that made her feel an immense desire to give up and return home defeated. However, as a divine miracle, an opportunity arose for her to work as a maid in the Scott family's house. Years went by, and Alice became beloved by that family. Her salary even increased, giving her the chance to pay for an arts college scholarship. Everything seemed perfect, but she didn't imagine that there would be someone in that family, who had not visited for years, who would awaken the most intense feelings in her. Upon meeting her boss's son, Joshua Scott, a strikingly intriguing and sexy man, owner of one of the biggest cosmetics companies in London and with a reputation for being a womanizer, Alice found herself wondering if it was worth paying the price of falling in love.

Elara Hart resides in a gilded prison. She agreed to marry Adrian Kingsley, a man who sees emotions as a liability and his wife as a required transaction in order to save her dying father. In the hopes that her patience would eventually break the billionaire's heart, Elara puts up with the chilly quiet of their London house for a year. However, Elara's hope is dashed when she learns two things on the same day: that she is carrying the Kingsley heir at last, and that Adrian has already completed the legal paperwork to dump her as soon as the kid is born. She is a throwaway container for him and a minor inconvenience for his mother. Elara does the unthinkable as she realizes she is imprisoned in a home that just wants her womb. She vanishes without a trace. Dr. Elara Hart is now a much more confident woman than the shy young lady who asked for an appointment seven years ago. She is a well-known doctor and a fiercely protective mother to Lucas, who has Adrian's steel-gray eyes. The balance of power has changed when Adrian returns to her life through a chance meeting. Too late, Adrian understands that love can not be controlled, but Elara is no longer available. He must realize that in this struggle of wills, some hearts can not be won back once they have been broken.

Bianca was sold to a mafia lord at a very young age and all she could think about was getting revenge. Her plan was going well until the mafia lord's son, Nico, came into the picture. Nico was handsome and cold, brutal but calm. However, when he met Bianca, she brought out his troubled side. He didn't want her. She didn't care. In fact, she hated him. She felt he was emotionless and he felt she was too tough. Both were intrigued. ~♡~ "The only thing stopping me from taking you right here on this table, is that you belong to my father." His voice was tensed and I didn't need to see his face to know how he felt. "My father's whore." He added. I swallowed, hurt by his words. "You keep calling me a whore but when will you start treating me like one and fuck me." He was resisting. I knew it. I didn't know why but I hated him for doing so.

Vaelora has always felt like something in her life doesn’t add up. The nightmares are getting worse—fire consuming everything she knows, shadows moving in the smoke, a voice calling her name from the flames. She tells herself it’s nothing. Just dreams. Until the night she meets the twin Alphas. Powerful. Controlled. Dangerous in ways that make her pulse flutter . The moment they meet, something shifts. The air thickens. The bond between them snaps tight like it’s been waiting. And whatever has been sleeping inside her begins to stir. The twins rule their pack with strength and precision, but even they weren’t prepared for her. For the way she unsettles them. For the heat that sparks when she’s near. Because Vaelora isn’t just another mate. She’s the center of something bigger. Older. Darker. As tensions rise and secrets surface, the line between fate and curse begins to blur. The fire in her dreams is no longer just a memory—it’s a warning. And when it finally ignites… No one will walk away unburned.