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"I was forced to marry a billionaire to save my family— but I fell in love with his son… and now I’m carrying his child." Born into poverty, Celine always dreamed of a better life. But that dream took a twisted turn when her parents sold her off to an aging billionaire in exchange for his influence to secure a coveted political position. Her heart belonged to another—her childhood sweetheart, whom she was engaged to marry. Yet her parents' disapproval shattered her plans, forcing her to sacrifice her happiness for their ambition. Reluctantly, Celine moved into the opulent mansion of her new husband, a man decades older and emotionally distant. While she struggled to adapt, fate took an unexpected turn when she crossed paths with his son, Jackson—a man whose charm and rebellious nature pulled her into a forbidden romance. Despite the guilt and turmoil, Celine fell deeply for Jackson, succumbing to a passion that left her pregnant with his child. But Jackson's true nature soon emerged. Behind his magnetic allure was a womanizer whose actions crushed the very bond they shared. Heartbroken and betrayed, Celine made a drastic decision: Born Would the billionaire forgive her betrayal? Or would Celine's s secret ignite a storm that would destroy the fragile peace she had just begun to find?

At sixty-five, I got served divorce papers. The same day, my husband Sebastian — decked out in his wedding suit, of all things — popped a handful of sleeping pills in a suicide attempt. For years, we were the perfect couple. The kind of pair neighbors whispered about with envy. I couldn't wrap my head around it. The divorce. The pills. None of it made sense. Not until I found the photo and letter in his pocket.

My mother has volunteered at our neighborhood church for over a decade. Christmas drives, Sunday service, any neighbor in trouble, she's the first one there. Everyone says God sent her to us. She thinks so too. She says God wants her to be generous, so she is. The thing is, when no one's watching, the generosity always comes out of my pocket. After she remarried, she doted on my half-sister Serena. Serena picked up a box of cold medicine for her, and Mom handed Serena the keys to my Tesla. Serena mentioned she needed to renew her car insurance, and Mom wired her the surgery fund I'd been saving for two years for my daughter Emma. That afternoon, Emma collapsed on the floor, lips turning blue, gasping for air. Her medicine was crushed into the carpet. Mom fished the last pill out of her pocket and dangled it in front of me. "Apologize to your sister, and I'll give Emma the pill." I got on my knees. But that same day, she gave away the cardiology appointment I'd spent three months getting. She gave it to Serena. What she didn't know was that the name on the appointment was her own.

“I, Lucian Maxwell, soon to be alpha of the Black Moon pack, reject you Isabella Montero as my mate and Luna” he declared more to my chargin. “And I Isabella Montero accepts your rejection” I blurted firmly, admits the sudden pain that struck my chest. ***** Rejected by her psychotic mate and feeling hurt after given him her virginity on the night he recognized her as his mate, Isabella had a one night stand with a total stranger at the bar she had ran to clear her head. As though that wasn't enough, Lucian wouldn't let her be even after the rejection and just when she discovered she was pregnant and not knowing who the father of her child was amongst the two men she shared a bed on the same night, she had to flee for her life and that of her child. But fate took a cruel turn and four years later she was addressed as Kate Hunter. Having suffered amnesia after the accident she must have to make ends meet to see her child through school and gain a better future and that was when her path crossed with a ghost from her past. Even though she can't remember who he was other than her ruthless, obsessed Alpha boss, she must do everything in her power to keep her job. But Alpha Bambam of the Blood Moon pack, father of Lucian her rejected mate, wasn't going to let go without digging into the past of the lady that turned his life upside down. The very obsession he couldn't get ride off. She was his... With or without her consent. But when hidden secrets and truth collided, Isabella must have to navigate through the impending chaos and the mystery surrounding the fathers of her children.

WARNING: This book contains mature content, explicit scenes, and dark themes. Reader discretion is advised. “Maybe… maybe I don’t ever want to be anyone’s wife again.” Betrayed. Banished. Broken. For eight years, Selena was the devoted Luna of the Knightstorm Pack, until her alpha husband branded her a whore, stripped her of their children, and cast her out. Years later, she’s risen from the ashes as a renowned artist, fiercely independent and done with men forever. But when her ex-husband discovers the devastating truth, that a cruel scheme made him punish the wrong woman, he will stop at nothing to win her back. His reckless, alcoholic brother has always wanted her too. And then there’s the powerful alpha trapped in a loveless open marriage, willing to burn down his twenty-year union the moment he scents his second-chance mate in Selena. Three alphas. One woman who swore she would never belong to anyone again. As old wounds resurface and new desires ignite, Selena must fight not only for her stolen children, but for the heart she thought was dead. Who will claim the broken Luna… and will she ever let any of them in?

My mother-in-law brings a woman from the countryside. She looks like she's up to no good when she asks my husband and I to care for the woman. My husband is a mama's boy through and through. His gaze darts around, and he doesn't object to his mother's words. Is it a trend nowadays for people to serve mistresses on a silver platter? It looks like I'll have to do my best in "caring" for them, then…

When my husband and I drop by his childhood home for Christmas dinner, my mother-in-law, Melissa Potter, is the only one busying away in the kitchen. Everyone else is on their phones. I've just taken a seat when Melissa begins to lecture me. "What, are you just going to sit your ass down and wait for food to come? Don't you know when to lend a helping hand? Am I supposed to exhaust myself for your sake?" From time to time, she keeps rattling the pots and pans loudly. "I can't believe those with healthy bodies want a 70-year-old like me to serve them! Does anyone here have any conscience?" Feeling a little uneasy, I gave my husband a tiny nudge. "Why don't you help Mom out?" After Melissa hears my suggestion, she gets even more pissed off. Thinking that this is my first Christmas with my in-laws, I don't really want to cause a scene here, so I get up to my feet and help her out. But the moment I enter the kitchen, Melissa delegates all the tasks to me. I endure my fury as much as I can while finishing the Christmas dinner preparations. When I'm about to head back to the dining table and dig in, Melissa suddenly speaks up. "Hold up. We got scores to settle before dinner."

"Sign it. Your role as a breeding vessel is complete." I was Elowen Hart, a woman who believed in fairy tales until my husband, the cold and powerful billionaire Lucien Ardent, handed me divorce papers the moment my pregnancy was confirmed. Our marriage was never about love. I was a pawn, carefully selected by the Ardent family to produce a worthy heir, only to be discarded like trash once my purpose was served. But they underestimated a mother’s resolve. I didn't sign. I didn't cry. I disappeared. Five years later, the world knows me as Dr. Elowen Hart, a world-renowned surgical genius with a heart of ice and a reputation that makes the powerful tremble. I have returned to the city stronger, untouchable, and harboring a secret that could topple the Ardent empire: a son who bears Lucien’s exact gaze. When a medical emergency forces the ruthless Lucien Ardent to beg for my help, he doesn't recognize the woman I’ve become. He wants the doctor who can save his legacy, but he has no idea he is kneeling at the feet of the wife he once destroyed. The hunter has become the prey. And this time, I won't be the one who bleeds.

In our five years of marriage, I had given in to my husband, John, for a grand total of three times. The first time was during my pregnancy. He had taken his ex-girlfriend Stacy, who had once taken three bullets for him, back home and cared for her. When I became angry, he immediately sent her away once she recovered. The second time was after childbirth, when I was ready to return to work. To repay a favor, he gave the position I had worked years for to Stacy. He said it was so I could rest well. I looked at my son, who needed me, and I conceded. The third time was during our son’s birthday. In front of the entire company, he had announced that Stacy was his wife, all so she could establish herself in the company. I gave him two choices: divorce or send her away. Without hesitation, he chose the latter and immediately sent her abroad. The fourth time was when my father suddenly had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery. He disappeared again. I searched everywhere for him to cover the hospital expenses, and I finally discovered that he had gone to the airport to pick up a pregnant Stacy, who was returning to the country. Because of that, my father missed the best chance for treatment and died. I was done giving in. I disguised the divorce agreement as our son’s medical bill and tricked him into signing it. No compensation or apology would matter. I did not wish to have him near my son or myself again.

It was the night of my husband's and my third anniversary, and I had gotten home early. I caught him in bed with another woman—for the tenth time. But unlike the previous times, I did not throw a tantrum. I even closed the door to the master bedroom quietly, not wanting to interrupt. In Scott Jameson's eyes, I had no choice but to tolerate his cheating because I became Mrs. Jameson by getting pregnant with his child. Three months later, he flung divorce papers at me. "My young lover wants me to give her a home and to bear my son. Sign the papers." I looked into his cold, distant eyes and said with conviction, "All right. All I want is custody of our son. I don't want a cent of the Jamesons' money." The court proceedings were difficult, and I was accused of being mentally unstable. Many people made fun of me for not knowing my place. All of Cloverton was waiting for me to humiliate myself, counting the seconds until a nobody like me succumbed to desperation. However, I fought the case with everything I had. Eventually, I was finally able to leave with my son. No one knew that Scott suffered from a serious case of asthenozoospermia. His sperm were completely useless. No other woman could have Scott's baby except me, as I happened to be unusually fertile. My son would be the only heir to the Jameson family legacy.