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When I was eight months pregnant, my husband's foster sister invited me to hike a snow-covered mountain. Midway up, an avalanche hit. We were both buried. My husband rushed to the scene, but before I could utter a word, his sister accused me: "She planned this! She tricked me into coming today!" I tried desperately to explain. He didn't listen. Instead, he lashed out at me. "Sandra doesn't know any better, but you should! So what if she's blunt? Is this your petty revenge? Your pathetic life couldn't even begin to repay hers if she'd been hurt!" Then he left. Took her hand. Walked away. I screamed after him, begging him to save our baby. He didn't even glance back. Worse, he unhooked my safety harness and shoved me out of the rescue group. "Since you're so clever, find your own way down." Not long after, another avalanche hit. This time, I couldn't get back up. Three hours later, Sandra was in a car accident. She needed a blood transfusion. That's when he finally thought of me. But by then, he didn't know—I was already gone. Me, and the child I'd never hold, were still buried under the snow.

Her hands had gotten as far as his neck before he'd pulled back, eyes blazing with lust. "I'm going to leave before I forget who you are and take you right here, against this wall." "And who am I?" she'd asked out of curiosity. He'd said "My Princess", kissed her forehead while unwrapping her legs from his waist then left so fast that she hadn't had time to say anything else --------- She's back. After spending two years in London, Alexis is back looking more beautiful than ever. Ray tried to forget her when she was gone but his efforts were all in vain. So now that she's back he'll do everything in his power to make her fall in love with him. There's only one tiny problem. Her boyfriend. Alexis thinks Ray is a nuisance. And a stalker. A hot, sweaty, sexy, stalker. Every time she turns around he's always there, ready to annoy her. She could ignore him. But he isn't the scrawny kid she used to know. He's all grown up now and she can't get over his new look. What to do?

*BLURB* Revenge! Revenge! Revenge! That's all he wants. Damon's happiness knew no bounds when he finally found his mate, sadly, he knew nothing about the betrayal going on behind his back. One fateful day, he caught his mate in bed with his younger brother and that was when it all became clear to him, the one he considered his loved ones had betrayed him. He was oblivious of the fact that his mate and brother had also been poisoning his food for a very long time. Seeing he has already found out their secret, what was the need to keep him alive, his brother and mate successfully killed him. Before he gave up the ghost, he prayed to the moon godess to give him a second chance at life. His prayers were answered and now he's back, back to pay those who betrayed him and punish them for their betrayal. But little did he know that fate has something else install for him, a twist in the story came, a twist he wasn't expecting or prepared for.... Will he be able to finish his revenge now?

“I loved her so much I can't believe she betrayed me”. After Josh had loved Elisa despite the fact that she is not his mate she went ahead and stab him on their wedding day and was so desperate to take his heart from him. Despite everything he survived and took his heart away in order to keep it safe and away from Elisa not knowing it will fall into the hands of his mate Lily, someone he had been waiting for and now he has been betrayed by the woman he was loved and vowed not to love again. But Lily came into the picture and instead he used her to achieve his aim. Despite the treachery, she never gave up on him. Would he give up on her?

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life. Kung paano niya kinuha ang lahat sa akin, ganun din ang aking gagawin. The person I trusted betrayed me, so I will do the same as he stabbed me repeatedly in my back. I gave myself to him and believed that he would help me with my revenge, but it turned out that he was deceiving me from the very start. Hindi ako titigil hanggat hindi siya gumagapang sa putikan- kasama ko. Hindi ako titigil dumalak man ang dugo. I am Agatha Herrera- the lost heiress to the throne.

Bound by Fate, Torn Apart by Desire Alora, carrying the promise of new life, finds her world shattered when her mate's heart strays. A choice is forced upon her: to endure the icy bite of betrayal or to break free from the chains of fate. As she flees, leaving behind a life once thought unbreakable, a battle for her soul begins. Can love truly conquer all, or will the darkness of deception claim victory? Can Sebastian conquer his demons and reclaim the love he thought he'd lost, or will his mistakes cost him everything?

Scarlett was the devoted wife, the perfect daughter, and the heart of her family’s successful business. But in one night, everything was stolen from her. Her husband, Damian, betrayed her. Her own father cast her aside. Her step-sister, Celeste the woman who had abandoned her child, returned to reclaim the life she had walked away from. Humiliated in front of powerful investors, Scarlett was left with nothing. Until Adrian Voss, a ruthless billionaire with a vendetta of his own, made her an offer. A contract marriage, a partnership built on vengeance. He would give her power, protection, and a chance to destroy those who wronged her. Scarlett signed both contracts, the divorce and the deal with Adrian. If her family thought they could erase her, they were wrong. She was no longer going to be their pawn. She would be their downfall.

In the glamorous realm of New York's elite, where passion simmers beneath the surface and secrets hold the key to one's heart, two souls collide in an unexpected union. When a vulnerable woman from the wrong side of the tracks is thrust into a billionaire playboy's world, their lives intertwine through a contract marriage, secrets, betrayal, and a love that could either break them or make them stronger. Brace yourself for a tumultuous journey through desire, heartbreak, and the revelation of hidden truths that threaten to shatter their fragile bond.

My company had arranged a wilderness survival retreat deep in the heart of Moonshadow Forest—a place where even seasoned wolves tread cautiously. That night, a sudden downpour ripped through the campsite, drenching the earth and filling the air with the thick scent of damp moss and shifting soil. I woke abruptly, the cold seeping into my bones. Instinctively, I reached out to the space beside me, seeking the warmth of my mate. Empty. A sharp pang of unease clawed at my chest. My wolf, dulled by the suppressant herbs I had taken to blend into human society, stirred restlessly. Fumbling in the darkness, I grabbed my phone and dialed Nigel. The line barely had time to connect before he emerged from the undergrowth—disheveled, breathless. His grip was iron-tight as he seized my wrist, pulling me downhill. His scent was sharp with adrenaline, but beneath it—something foreign, something wrong. We ran, my boots sinking into the mud. My keen vision caught glimpses of his rumpled clothing, the way his collar was misaligned—and the faint imprint of lips on his jaw. My pulse pounded in my ears. Betrayal. I wrenched my arm from his grasp, my claws itching to unsheathe despite the human form I forced myself to maintain. "Where were you?" My voice came out low, edged with the danger of a wolf barely leashed. The suppressants in my bloodstream faltered under the weight of my fury. The storm had driven everyone into their tents, leaving the clearing eerily silent as we reached the base of the mountain. But she was there. A woman stood beneath the flickering glow of the emergency lanterns, her hair tousled, her fingers gripping Nigel’s jacket as if it belonged to her. I knew her. The new intern. Her face held an unsettling resemblance to mine, as if the Moon Goddess herself had carved her from the shadows of my reflection. The realization struck like a silver dagger to my chest. Even the mate who had once sworn to fight the world for me had given in to betr

On the highway, a chain-reaction crash happened out of nowhere. I was left with a fractured skull, barely hanging on. When my husband—who's a well-known respiratory specialist—showed up, he didn't even look at me. He rushed past, straight to his first love. She had nothing more than a scrape on her arm. I tried to call out for help, but he just turned and looked at me like I was being dramatic. "You're fine. Don't act like you're so fragile," he snapped, brushing me off like my pain didn't matter. At the hospital, things only got worse. He used his position to get every bit of attention, monopolizing the medical staff, and as my supposed sole family member, he signed the papers to abandon my treatment. "It's just a fractured skull," he said, sounding totally calm. "Save the woman in my arms first. She's a renowned painter. She's more important." As I started to lose consciousness, his muttered words cut through the fog, "You're better off dead. We don't want anyone knowing about Leona's drunk driving."