Never Ken Follett

My wife's childhood guy best friend came back to the country. He raised a toast to me, thanking me for taking care of her. I turned him down, but my wife blamed me for embarrassing him. To punish me, she stopped our daughter's treatment and demanded I kneel and apologize to her childhood friend. That night, our daughter's condition got worse. I held her as her body kept twitching, calling my wife over and over. But I could never get through. In my arms, our daughter's body grew colder. Meanwhile, her childhood friend posted a picture of them looking cozy on his social media. "Even the northern lights can't outshine you by my side."

I've planned seven wedding ceremonies in total, and not once has my fiance, Zachary Gardner, ever shown up for it. The first time, his adopted younger sister, Louise Foster, bursts into tears because she lost her passport at the airport. It was the dead of winter, but he dumped me by the side of the road and left me. The second time, Louise's dog sprained its ankle. Zachary stuffed the ring back into its box and rushed to the animal hospital to accompany her. Every time I argue with him about it, he declares nonchalantly, "We can get married anytime, but I can't let Louise be upset." Everyone around us agrees with him, saying that we're all family anyway, so I shouldn't be so petty. None of them has seen Zachary and Louise kissing fiercely on the dance floor. Today is the seventh wedding ceremony. Once again, he turns to leave after getting a call. I grab the corner of his shirt and say in a choked voice, "If you leave this time, Zachary, I won't marry you anymore." He stops in his tracks and peels off my fingers. "Wait for me," he says before rushing off. What he doesn't know is that this time, I won't be waiting for him any longer.

“You mean nothing to me,” Andrew declared, his voice icy and final. My heart shattered with every word he uttered. My vision blurred with tears as our beautiful memories flooded my mind. We were in love, we were inseparable. So how did I become nothing to my husband? “Why…why would you say that?” I whispered, my lips trembling from the weight of disbelief. “You shameless cheat! I was bedridden, and you seized the chance to be with another man!” He snapped, his hand tightening around Anna's waist. My eyes darted to Anna, my best friend, “What did you tell him?” I asked, hoping this was all some misunderstanding. She smirked, “The truth.” “You were supposed to help me take care of him. I was going to tell him how I got the money for his treatment. Why would you lie?” I questioned as the feeling of betrayal stung. “Oh please,” she scoffed. “You expect him to believe someone paid you three hundred thousand dollars just to pretend to be their wife? You slept with him, Georgia. That’s cheating.” I staggered back, clutching my head as her words echoed through my mind like chaotic music on repeat. My mouth opened but no words came out. How do you explain a contract marriage to save your dying husband? I sobbed softly as the feeling of betrayal burned the shattered pieces of my heart. It stung deeper than I imagined possible. This wasn't from a stranger. It was from the two people I loved the most. Now, I've got nothing left to lose. And I'll make sure I get revenge for this. No one will be spared!

When I become pregnant with Ryan Hurst's child—at the same time his so-called first love, Kate Davis, do—he doesn't hesitate to claim hers, while ignoring mine. My child is thus branded an "illegitimate child". Ryan, the eldest son of the powerful Hurst financial empire, looks down at me with eyes like frost. "Kate is a real socialite. She can't have her reputation tainted by… this," he says coldly. It turns out that our seven years of marriage were nothing but a lie. The day my adopted family, the Kleimanns, forces me to get an abortion, Ryan is in another country, playing the doting partner at Kate's side while she gives birth. When we meet again, I will have already burned the bridge between us with my own hands. What none of them know is that behind Kate's polished smile lies a festering rot. And as for me, I am the sole heiress to an old and powerful aristocratic bloodline.

I wasn't chosen for this marriage. My sister was. She ran. I got sent in her place. Kael Dravon is cold, powerful and dangerous — and he made it clear from the moment I arrived that I am nothing to him. Just a placeholder. But there's a secret buried in the walls of his estate. A blood curse tied to his bloodline. A deal made in the dark twenty years ago. And somehow, the girl everyone overlooked — Is the only one who can save him. The problem? He doesn't know that yet. And neither does the enemy that's already coming for us both.

She had everything she always hoped for — a loving boyfriend, great parents, and a trustworthy best friend. Or so she thought. Emily had always hoped that Dorian, her boyfriend, would be her mate. On her eighteenth birthday and the day she ought to find her mate, she was found dead in her room. How she died and who murdered her was a great mystery. What happens when Emily is given another chance to live? Another chance to get those sweet and caring vibes away from her. A chance to get her revenge on the people that murdered her? But it seems all more complicated when she meets Alpha Roman, the Alpha of Red Creed Pack. He is her real mate and Emily is willing to use him to get her revenge.

Hannah used to be a happy Luna. She lived her wonderful life with her destined mate, Eliot, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack. But everything turned upside down when Eliot framed her for cheating on him and sleeping with a man. But she had never been unfaithful to her mate. Still, he insisted and forced her to abort their baby. Her misfortune didn't stop there. Her best friend betrayed her. She killed her to take her position as a new Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. Was it the end of her life? Hell, no! The goddess gave Hannah a second chance to right her fate. She would take revenge on everyone, which caused her life to be miserable. She promised they would pay for that! ----------

"...Reign Callan, 1, Alpha Hardin Alonso, reject you as my mate and future Luna. You are free to go out there and find love and protection in another man's arms for you will never find it in mine..." Reign's world came crashing down on her when her mate threw those words at her. She had been waiting for the day she would meet her mate, but the day came and it turned out to be in total chaos. As if that was not enough, she was accused of murdering her sister the following day. Her mate took pleasure in having her tortured. Will the truth about her sister's death be revealed? Will Alpha Hardin learn to love and accept Reign as his true mate?

Tiffany's soul hovered overhead. She watched them rip her heart out—still dripping—and stuff it into a cooler. Destination? Velmont City, Dalvona. For the same girl who'd sold her to traffickers in Nyamara. Outside the OR, Hector stood there, eyes all soft. His assistant called. "Mr. Coxon, we've located Ms. Talwyn. Want me to send someone?" Hector didn't blink. "Don't bother. A girl like that deserves to die." The surgical light flipped green. A doctor strolled out. "Congrats, Mr. Coxon. Surgery went smooth. Ms. Pusey and the baby are doing great!" Hector started crying happy tears. This was the man she had loved for ten years.

Eleven years ago, Leilani Amara Vaughn danced her last ballet the night her rival fell to her death and the world branded her a killer. Now she’s free, but freedom feels like a cruel joke. Every path she takes is already blocked. Every chance at redemption quietly erased by unseen hands. Until one man offers her salvation—Declan Patridge Powerful. Untouchable. Cold as the empire he built. He gives her a job in his home, a roof over her head… and chains she can’t see. He says it’s mercy. She feels it’s punishment. But what begins as vengeance soon burns into something neither of them can name. Because beneath the hatred, the lies, and the silence, beats a truth dangerous enough to destroy them both.