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I was reborn. Opening my eyes on the sofa, the television flickered before me, broadcasting another financial news segment about my husband, Jasper Brolin. The Alpha of the Moonblood pack, a man who had sat at the top of the billionaire list for years, was speaking with his usual cool authority. Broad-shouldered and sharp-featured, he carried an air of cold command that made him untouchable. Whenever he stepped into the public eye, the crowd surged with screams and breathless admiration. My marriage to him was the envy of our entire circle, and every woman wished to step into my shoes. As I watched the screen, memories of my tragic death in my last life came rushing back, sending a quiet ache through my chest. My wolf rumbled low in my chest. "So we're back. Now what?" "Break the bond," I whispered. "I'm leaving him." "He'll never agree to that." "That's why I need her help," I replied, thinking of the woman I had always disliked—Halle. Halle walked into the café, a smug smirk was plastered on her face. Having grown up alongside Jasper, she was regarded as his inner circle, and people never failed to give her the highest courtesy. I slid a mate-bond dissolution document across the table. "I need your help, Halle. And of course, there's something in it for you too." She glanced through the papers, suspicion flashing in her eyes. "Are you leaving him?" she asked. My voice was calm, "Maybe you're the one he really wants by his side." In my last life, I was the perfect Mrs. Brolin, envied by all, yet never the one he held closest. This time, I would take my unborn pup and leave quietly.

"Let me go! Get your hands off me! Let me go!" I yelled, pushing against him furiously, but instead of releasing me, he slobbered kisses all over my face and I felt as if a worm was crawling on my skin. Suddenly, the door flew open, and facing me, looking at us was my mate - his face a cross between murderous rage and crippling shock. I quickly pushed the stranger away from me and rushed towards my mate. Before I could get to him, however, he stepped backward. "So it's true? So this is really who you are?! You've been cheating on me all this while?" "No, George, listen-" "How dare you defile our relationship and the position you have as Luna of this pack?!" "No-" "I should have listened to my family from the beginning. Should have listened when they told me you were nothing but filth, nothing but a gold digger out for what she can get from anyone!" Betrayed and accused of cheating on her mate, the Luna of Shadow Fangs Pack, Wendy Ashton, pleads with her mate, Alpha King George to believe her innocence. But the evidence was clear, everything pointed that she was indeed guilty. Wendy was brutally rejected and cast away like a worthless piece of trash to a point where she lost the little life growing inside her. Yet, her mate would not budge, he demanded divorce. Wendy has had enough, she decides to give him what he wants and sign the divorce documents. But Just when she was about to engrave her signature on the document, a sudden voice rang in her ears. "Do not sign, Wendy! This isn't the way of the Uktenas. Revenge! Revenge! Revenge!" Her wolf which everyone thought had died, suddenly appeared, its eyes burning red.

EXTRACT.. Everything went dark as I felt myself falling, but I knew I was safe. Owen had me.   "I've got you, Luna. I've always got you." Tears streamed down my face as I gazed up at him. "You came for me," "I'll always come for you, Luna, I haven't forgotten my promise to you." "Thank you, Owen, you are my hope!” Darkness swallowed up my world and I was back to my husband Victor, my worst nightmare again. I thought I was from him so I could be with my first lover Owen but I thought wrong. "You brat!! No one ends things with Victor, no one gets out, and I give the final say!!” He pressed my neck with full force and I struggled to breathe. He finally let go and I started coughing, what have I gotten myself into?  "Take this!!” He took some documents and threw them at me.  I went through the document and it was a new marriage contract but the issue was different, it was an indefinite contract. “Sign it at once if you want to see your brother again!“ Am I doing this for real? I guess I have no other choice but to do this, I hope in my next life, I won't end up in this of a marriage. I am so sorry Owen, I have no other choice. I signed the contract and he grabbed my hair saying, "You belong to me for life!! You don't walk out until I am done with you.“ Luna's soul has been trapped in matrimony but do you think her lover, her hope can bring her out? Can love really save the day in the case of Luna? Let’s find out.

Three years into a contract marriage, Elena Voss had made peace with the truth: Adrian would never truly choose her. So when Vivian returned — beautiful, ambitious, and everything Elena feared — and Adrian carried that woman to the hospital while Elena quietly dressed her own burns alone, Elena made a decision. She would be the one to walk away first. She signed the divorce papers. Gave up nearly everything. Booked a flight to somewhere Adrian would never find her. She never made it to the airport. When Elena wakes up, she doesn't know her name, her past, or the man who has apparently been tearing apart an entire city looking for her. What she does know is the tiny heartbeat she's carrying, the worn tan line on her ring finger, and the damaged document in her bag that tells her she once fled an unhappy marriage to protect her child. Five years later, Elena renamed Aria is a celebrated musician on a national tour, a mother to a little boy who asks for a father with heartbreaking persistence, and almost a wife. Julian's ring is on her finger. The wedding date is set. Her life, rebuilt from nothing, is finally whole. Then the tour brings her to Adrian's city. He sees her across a crowded room and loses every rational thought he has. She looks at him the way you look at a stranger and it nearly breaks him. Because Adrian has spent five years believing she was dead. He has spent five years knowing, too late, that he loved her. And now she is here, wearing another man's engagement ring, raising a child who has his eyes, and she does not remember him at all. He acts like a man losing his mind. He probably is.

When certified straight fuckboy Valentine kissed the closeted Dominic, he began craving for more.Confused feelings will force Valentine to pursue Dominic. Little did he know, Dominic was on his mission to destroy him.How to Destroy a Fuckboy1. Steal his attention.2. Make him kiss you.3. Make him want moooooore.4. Surprise him.5. Make him ask you on a date.6. Make sure that your first date will be memorable.7. Seduce him and leave him hanging.8. Make him introduce you to his parents. 9. Make him ask you to be his boyfriend.10. Destroy him.Note: Don't ever fall in love with him.

In this world, the Omega's moans sound like the beautiful singing of birds, so enchanting and exciting, they make you boil in passion and make you go wild in rut And the Alphas growl and groans bring you down to your knees, make you submit to them, and make you cum in excitement. This is a collection of multiple werewolf erotica short stories. Get ready for the heart-pumping stories that make you explore the worlds of wild intimacy.

Did the goddess make a mistake or was I destined to suffer or should I just make a way for myself to be happy. These are questions Jane must answer while she still breathes in order not to make any mistakes or regret living.

The day before the holiday, I gave the household staff the week off. Agnes was still in the kitchen before she left, packing desserts into a bag while talking to herself with a smile. "Miss Vanessa finally got what she wanted this time. Mr. Moretti even booked that seaside villa in Amalfi." I was texting Vanessa, asking her to come over later to try on the bridesmaid dress. Without thinking much of it, I asked, "Got what?" "The wedding," Agnes said naturally. "Isn't Mr. Moretti taking Miss Vanessa to Italy?" My fingers froze above the screen. Two seconds passed before I looked up at her. "Whose wedding?" The smile on Agnes's face slowly froze. She looked at me as if she had only just realized something was wrong. "You... didn't know?" For a moment, I almost laughed at how absurd it sounded. "Agnes, Luca and I signed the family marriage registry three years ago. Next week is only supposed to be the ceremony." The kitchen fell silent. Agnes opened her mouth, embarrassment spreading across her face. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I thought you knew." She hesitated, then lowered her voice. "A while ago, when I was cleaning the study, I heard Mr. Moretti mention it to his lawyer. He said the marriage registry in your hands was never officially submitted to the family council." My heart sank. Three years ago, Luca had handed that document to me himself. He said the Moretti family was unstable, that we could not announce the marriage yet. Once he entered the inner circle of the Five Families, he would hold a proper wedding. So for all these years, I never pushed him. I even turned against the Castellano family for him. Thinking back now, maybe he had never planned to truly let me through the doors of the Moretti family in the first place.

Before anything else could happen, I stood up from squatting in front of him and walked toward my work table. My hands were shaking, but I tried not to show it. "Now you have time to listen to my proposal," I said firmly, trying to sound confident even though my heart was racing. I picked up the document I had placed there earlier—a simple sheet of paper, but one that could change everything. I held it up for him to see. Yes, kidnapping him had been desperate. But what I was about to offer? Even more so. "You just have to sign this marriage contract," I told him. "If we get married, I can claim my inheritance, solve my problem, and then we’ll let you go." He raised an eyebrow, amused. “And what’s in it for me? I don’t gain anything here. Why should I let you manipulate my life like that?” I clenched my fists. "You’re my hostage! Your freedom depends on me. You have no choice but to do what I say!" I snapped, voice rising with frustration. As soon as I said it, regret washed over me. I sounded like a child throwing a tantrum, and I saw it in his eyes—disappointment. Disgust. “I already have a fiancée, Kourtney. We’re getting married soon. I can’t marry you,” he said with finality. Of course I knew. I knew everything about him. I kept tabs on his life not because I wanted to, but because I had to. “I love her,” he continued. “And if I ever get married, it’s going to be with the woman I love. That’s Kim.” I bit my lower lip to stop the trembling. I was humiliated… but worse, I was heartbroken.

The day I won the eight-million-dollar East Harbor renovation bid, I handed the lead role to Grace Whitman, Ethan Hale’s childhood sweetheart. Ethan thought I had finally learned to be sensible. He happily told me he was taking me to the Maldives for our wedding anniversary. Grace found out that night. She pretended the pressure from work was too much and cried uncontrollably. Ethan panicked so badly that he canceled a board meeting, stayed with her for three days, then called our anniversary trip an emergency client visit and gave Grace the second ticket. When he called me, his tone was still calm, almost entitled. “Sofia, we can talk about emotional stuff later. The company comes first right now. Grace has never handled a project this big on her own. I need to be there with her.” “You’re my wife. You should understand.” I sat alone in our empty apartment and looked at the photo Grace had just posted. In the private airport lounge, Ethan had draped his jacket over her shoulders. Their knees almost touched. Her caption read, [Some people never have to say love. They just show up first, every time.] I didn’t question him. I didn’t cry. I only replied, [Okay.] Ethan probably thought I had finally learned my place. Satisfied, he promised that when he came back, he would give me an even better anniversary. What he didn’t know was that I had already submitted my resignation to Hale Creative. And he didn’t know that the document he had signed three days ago wasn’t a project authorization form. It was our divorce agreement. By the time he realized what he had lost, I was no longer Mrs. Hale. I was Sofia Bellandi again. And Bellandi women do not beg for seats at tables they built.