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After being forced to go to rogue wolf territory to exchange my mate's kidnapped childhood sweetheart while three months pregnant, I was tortured to death. Before my death, my eight-year-old daughter begged her father three times. The first time, my daughter took her father's hand and said, "Daddy, mommy is pregnant with my little brother. She can't go to the rogue territory." The alpha wolf let out a cold laugh: "How dare your mother teach a pup to lie." Then he had his beta guards drive my daughter out of the pack house. The second time, my daughter grabbed his sleeve and told him the rogue wolves were torturing me with silver. The alpha frowned: "These rogues were hired by your mother to kidnap Willow. How could she really be tortured?" The guards stepped forward and once again pulled my daughter out of the room. The third time, my daughter lay on the floor, desperately clutching his pant leg, crying that I was dying in the rogue wolf territory. The alpha finally lost his temper. He slapped her away with force. "I told you, Ava won't die. She's strong. If you come running back here to disturb Willow's rest again, I'll definitely throw both of you out of the pack territory." To save me, my daughter gave her most precious possession to the most powerful warrior in the pack—the healing gemstone I had given her for her birthday. "Please, can you use this to help save my mother? I don't need protection anymore. I just want my mother to live." The warrior took her healing gemstone, but before he could leave to rescue me, Willow stepped in his way. "Sorry, little pup," she smirked. "The warrior needs to stay here to protect my dog. Your father was afraid I would be sad if anything happened to my pet."

I get sent away to the countryside because my parents fear that I'll use my privileged background to lord over others. In turn, they're taking in Tina from that family to the city for her upbringing and schooling. In the countryside, I get up at 4:00 am daily to feed the pigs, then it's a grueling three-hour trek through the mountains to school. I'm also barely surviving due to constant malnutrition. I reach out to my parents for a mere 300 dollars for tuition, only for them to accuse me of spending recklessly. In the meantime, they're donating an entire building just to secure a spot for Tina at her preferred school. I finally make it into Tina's high school and earn a guaranteed university admission spot, only for my parents to order me to hand it over to her as they unleash their fury on me, yelling, "You're clearly bad to the bone, always trying to take things that belong to Tina." "Tina almost gave up on life because of what you did. You're indebted to her for the rest of your life." They, using their parental rights, forfeit my guaranteed university admission spot to fulfill Tina's wish. They then transfer all company shares and real estate to her for her future security, while the whole family makes arrangements to move abroad together. I take in everything before me, no longer feeling hurt. I calmly pack my belongings and walk away from the place where I don't belong.

After I came back to life, the first thing I did was hand that five-carat diamond ring—yes, the one my husband gave me—to his mother. The very woman who spent years picking me apart like it was her favorite pastime. In my last life, that ring was a custom New Year's gift. He paid a ridiculous amount for it. I actually thought it meant something. One afternoon, I was out shopping when I walked right into a bridal party taking pictures. The bride glanced at my hand, saw the ring, and her entire expression changed. She stormed over and slapped me, accusing me of being a shameless mistress trying to steal her man. I stood there, completely stunned. She was wearing the exact same ring. Before I could explain, her friends grabbed me. They dragged me aside, tore my clothes, hit me, and stomped on my hand until I couldn't move my fingers. They carved the word "mistress" into my face and paraded me through the street like some kind of public disgrace. I died there on the pavement. When my husband finally appeared, he didn't fight for me. He just signed off on a settlement, as if my life were nothing more than a piece of paperwork. Widowed that morning, married to the bride by nightfall. His mother instantly welcomed the new woman, all because she was pregnant. And then I opened my eyes again… back on the very day he first placed that diamond ring in my hand.

Annabeth Russo adalah seorang yatim piatu yang tumbuh besar dengan saudara kembarnya di dunia yang keras dan penuh perundungan. Namun takdir pahit telah menuntun Annabeth untuk bertemu dengan Lucas Gambino, pemimpin mafia tampan dari klan Gambino yang menyelamatkannya dari organisasi perdagangan manusia. Penyelamatnya mengetahui kekuatan Annabeth beserta saudaranya dan meminta mereka menyelesaikan suatu misi khusus. Dalam perjalanannya menyelesaikan misi, Annabeth harus menghadapi kenyataan masa lalunya yang terungkap dan bertemu dengan Armando Cassano, laki-laki muda tampan yang merupakan calon pewaris tunggal klan Cassano. Siapkah Annabeth menghadapi masa lalunya? Dan siapakah pria yang akhirnya mendapatkan hatinya?

A middle class naive lady who got trapped with a rich and famous tycoon to save her small company from going bankrupt.......find out in this interesting story if she'll finally succeed

"If kidnapping her is the only way to make her mine, then I'll do it without hesitation," Kiego remarked. **** Kiego Alcazer was a man every woman could wish for; a multi-billionaire who initiated a desperate plan to kidnap the woman she loved on the very day of her wedding in order to get her back. But an unexpected turn of events happened because Kiego's men had kidnapped the wrong bride! She's Brevorah, who belongs to a well-known aristocratic family, an obedient daughter to her father, who set her up for an arranged marriage. A forced bride, about to marry a man she isn't in love with. Two different individuals, each having their own struggles in life, accidentally bump into each other. Will Kiego be the person who can bring Brevorah some courage to finally fight and stand for what she really wants in life without her father's shadow? How about Kiego? He aimed to ruin Brevorah's life due to his great anger towards her, because for him, she was the reason why his plan didn't work out. What if his hatred eventually turns into something different than he'd least expected? Will he be able to correct his mistakes when what happened in the past is like a curse keeping them away from each other? Including Sheena, the woman he was supposed to kidnap before and is now trying to get back into his life. ***

You can't leave, Elena. You're mine to keep. Mine to touch. Mine to watch. Mine to claim. And definitely mine to fuck..." Days before her 22nd birthday, Elena is kidnapped by the dangerously powerful Diego Romano—a man she’s never met, but who claims her as his. In a whirlwind of fear and fury, she discovers the truth: her father signed her off in a contract marriage to the mafia kinglord when she was only ten years old. And now, Diego has come to collect. Thrown into a world ruled by blood, secrets, and control, Elena must choose—fight the man who owns her by law, or survive the heat that burns between them and threatens to consume her whole. Will Elena lose herself in Diego’s world… or will she make it her own?

How can a person love someone when your heart is clouded with hatred? How can you see someone's worth when you're blinded with anger? Jeruzah, a sweet and loving kid but when her parents died her life definitely change real quick from an orphan to becoming a wife of the most dangerous man she ever met and fall in love with. But every love story doesn't end with happy ever after without challenges. Can Jeruzah free Makas from hatred? Or Makas will let Jeruzah's worth to be wasted for him to be able to avenge his hatred?

"You taste quite exquisite, Hazel," he said and my eyes widened. How the hell did he know my name? And did he just bite me? ****** Mafia Billionaire Riven Blackwood has a score to settle with his rival Julian Styles and what other way to get his revenge than to seduce Julian's sister, Hazel? Surely, using her as a pawn will provide him the closure he seeks. Hazel Styles longs for freedom from her controlling stepbrother, Julian, and is determined to pursue her own passions but just like everything in her life, it's almost impossible.  Then her life takes a complicated turn when she encounters Riven, the man linked to her family's past tragedies. A man determined to possess her body and soul.  Despite trying her hardest to resist him, Hazel soon discovers that she is trapped in the mafia's dark addiction.

I stared down at the contract, a wave of defiance bubbling up in me. I turned back to him, meeting his gaze head-on. "I never asked for your help," I said, "I would've found a way to save my mother on my own. You may think you own me, but I'd rather die than marry you." A slow smile crept across his face, a smug, knowing look that sent a chill down my spine. He knew exactly what I was thinking, as if my resistance only entertained him. "Look at me," he commanded. I reluctantly turned back, locking eyes with him. His face had shifted, his expression darkened, and for the first time, true fury was etched in his eyes. "I’ll count to ten," he said, "If that contract isn’t signed by the time I reach ten, I’ll make the same call I made to pay those bills. Only this time, the instructions will be different. Your mother... your sister…they’ll both be gone." He took a breath, settling back as if the threat were a mere matter of routine. "So… ONE!!" I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Could he be bluffing? No, I'd seen him kill before, seen how casually he turned life and death into sports. "FOUR," he counted. My hands started to shake. What could I do? If I signed, I'd be bound to him forever, trapped as his wife. But if I didn’t... my mother and sister’s lives hung in the balance. "SEVEN." I closed my eyes, fighting the panic rising in my chest. He wouldn’t do it, I told myself. He couldn’t be that monstrous. But even as I thought it, the doubt crept in. I wasn’t sure. Then, he hit "TEN" himself