Novel Who Made Me A Princess

Aria Blackstone spent three years praying for a miracle. The day she finally saw two red lines, she thought her life was complete. Instead, it ended. Dragged out of her husband’s mansion. Accused of trying to kill another woman’s child. Humiliated. Thrown away like nothing. And on a cold, lonely roadside… Aria lost the baby she had begged the universe for. Her husband never looked back. But someone else did. Aiden Blackstone... Gabriel’s estranged and untouchable billionaire stepbrother. A man who should have hated her. A man she barely noticed standing in the shadows of her broken marriage. A man who carried her bleeding body into his hospital… and into a world she never knew she deserved. With nowhere left to go, Aria must rebuild her shattered life inside Aiden’s mansion, unaware she is stepping straight into the heart of a man who has silently watched her fall apart for years. Gabriel wants her back. Aiden wants her safe. And Aria must choose between the billionaire who destroyed her… and the billionaire who saved her.

"Did you really kiss the Alpha?" Gary asked me and turned to the man bathing in the darkness. "Is she the one you were telling me about?” "Yes," he coldly said and turned around, walking away. "Please," I begged, crying. "Alpha Asher, please. I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to, please forgive me.” I begged, crying profusely and Gary looked at me, pity flickering in his eyes. "Please, Alpha. Let's help her. She could be useful to you one day,” he suggested and Alpha Asher stopped in his tracks. I almost shot Gary a dirty glare. What did he mean by useful? I didn't leave my pack to come here and serve another fucking Alpha! The Alpha I kissed at that! I was about to ask what he meant by useful but the pain in my leg reminded me of what was at stake. To serve him for a while and then be free, or to die and not be able to do anything again. "Useful?” Alpha Asher asked, breaking my thoughts. "Yes, yes. I'll do whatever you want. Just help me, please. I don't want to die." I begged. "Anything I want?” he asked again, smirking. ”What could this man be thinking of that's making him smirk?” I mumbled to myself, trying to distract myself from his attractive lips. ”Answer me, woman. Would you do anything I want?”

Damian Cross had everything — a thriving company, a respected name, and a carefully built image of control. But one reckless night shattered it all. He only wanted to escape the loneliness that came with success... until he met her. She was supposed to be a stranger he’d forget by morning. Instead, she became the hatchet he couldn’t bury. Years later, fate brings her back. Damian tries to walk away, but every step pulls him closer to that night. Against logic, against reason, against the odds — he does the one thing he swore he wouldn’t. Just when everything feels perfect, a single truth cuts deeper than a blade. She disappears without a word, leaving him broken all over again. Damian swears he’s done, but destiny isn’t done with them. When he finds her again, haunted by the past, he faces one question: What if the only way to save her… is to lose himself?

When songwriting major Anya Scott goes to a prestigious college, she believes her unfortunate fate will forever change its course. Her supportive boyfriend lavishes her with attention, and she receives financial assistance from a mysterious benefactor. Despite her traumatic past, she’s doing better than she ever imagined and is on the cusp of achieving her goals. Until she’s not. She encounters a man who is brilliant, rich, and obviously unobtainable. Julian Sebastian—a renowned Hollywood composer and her new professor. Anya soon realizes she has stronger feelings for him and tries to suppress them for all the right reasons. Julian, too, is captivated by Anya's wit, beauty, and resolve. A forbidden, passionate affair awaits them. It’s a wrong and dangerous ride, but it feels so right that she wants to explore her own desires. Just one . Only one touch. They are all it will take to cross the line.

After five years of being mates with Eric Wheeler, the Alpha of the Lightchaser pack, I'm finally expecting the long-awaited heir. I'm overflowing with joy as I head to the Werewolf Alliance, thinking it's time to give Eric both these surprises together. Just as I'm about to complete the final claiming ceremony, one of the Elders from the Alliance exclaims in shock, "Ms. Gardner, the mark on you is a temporary one! Unfortunately, the secret treasure left by your parents cannot be inherited by the two of you. He… isn't your mate at all!" How can this be? We're clearly fated mates! I request to check the Alliance's mate registry. The name next to Eric's is unmistakably his childhood sweetheart's—Ella Howell. She's the daughter of the former Beta and someone whom the entire pack had expected Eric to marry before I appeared. I laugh absentmindedly. How great. Now, Eric is going to lose two things that are crucial to his life.

Asul Xyreighn was only ten when she watched her family be slaughtered in front of her eyes—flames, blood, and a killer’s cold smile burned into her memory forever. That night, she lost everything… and was reborn with only one mission: revenge. Now twenty-five, she enters the underworld with a new name and a new face. Her target? Zech Chartreuse—billionaire, assassin, and the man who may have destroyed her life. Her plan was simple: seduce him, earn his trust, and then end him. But nothing about Zech is simple. He’s dangerous. Obsessive. Addicted to her presence like she’s the air he breathes. He takes her to Heaven Island—his secret paradise, where she becomes his obsession, his muse… and his prisoner. What begins as an act turns into nights of forbidden heat, stolen kisses, and whispered truths. Every time he touches her, she forgets why she came. Every time he holds her, she questions her own heart. But when she runs away with a secret he never saw coming—he hunts her down with fire in his eyes and madness in his love. Can she survive the love of a man willing to burn the world just to keep her? Or will her vengeance cost her the only person who ever chose her? This isn’t just a romance. It’s obsession. And once it starts, it never lets go.

She gave him everything: her love, her loyalty, even her life savings to build his empire. On their third wedding anniversary, Victoria Hale believed her cold and distant husband would finally see her worth. Instead, he shattered her heart. With one cruel slap and a set of divorce papers, he told her the truth: he had only married her for money, and he was leaving her for her stepsister, the woman he had loved all along. Broken, mocked, and left with nothing, Victoria almost gave up. But when a powerful investor—her ex-husband’s biggest rival—offered her a chance to rise again, she took it. Two years later, the woman everyone once called weak returned as the CEO of one of the fastest-growing fashion empires worth billions. She was stunning, confident, and untouchable, no longer the naive wife who once begged for love. So when Trent Rhodes came crawling back—jealous, desperate, and ruined—Victoria looked him straight in the eyes and said, “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

Stephen was getting hit by a shoe in the morning by his mother and his father shouting at him "When were you planning to tell us that you are engaged to this girl" "I told you I don't even know her, I met her yesterday while was on my way to work" "Excuse me you propose to me when I saved you from drowning 13 years ago," said Antonia "What?!? When did you drown?!?" said Eliza, Stephen's mother "look woman you got the wrong person," said Stephen frustratedly "Aren't you Stephen Brown?" "Yes" "And your 22 years old and your birthdate is March 16, am I right?" "Yes" "And you went to Vermont primary school in Vermont" "Yes" "Well, I don't think I got the wrong person, you are my fiancé" ‘Who is this girl? where did she come from? how did she know all these informations about me? and it seems like she knows even more than that. Why is this happening to me? It's too dang early for this’ thought Stephen

The butler's son took my secondary credit card and burned through my money so he could play the part of a trust-fund prince everyone envied. He made me, his employer's real daughter, bring him lunch every day and run errands for him. In front of his classmates, he smeared me as his family's servant and a desperate girl chasing after him. He even stole my family's heirloom jewelry to impress the campus belle. I finally hit my limit. I decided to give him a lump sum and cut ties completely, treating it as payment for the life-saving favor he once gave me. But after I brought it up, he and his father poisoned my family's food and seized every bit of our property for themselves. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my college classroom. Facing the butler's son, who was still flashing the wealth he stole from me, I took his card and cut it in half. "If you keep pretending like this, your butler dad's salary won't cover the act."

He slid the divorce papers across the table like I was nothing. Three years of marriage, three years of me thinking he loved me, gone because his first love was back. I walked away pregnant, alone, disappearing from his life without a trace. Years later, I raised my son, I've built my life from scratch, away from him, Until my estranged father dies. Sudden, I'm the heiress to a multi- billion-dollar empire. He learns about it, and now he's sorry, wants me back, and our son, realizing too late what he lost. But I didn't owe him. Not my heart. Not my son. Not my life. Then Maxwell Kingston appears with a deal I can't refuse: a contract to protect my son, secure my empire, and put a claim on me in ways I've never expected. Every look, every word, every touch sets me on fire. Now I'm stuck between the man begging for redemption and the one who already owns me. So who do I choose before everything I've fought so hard for burns to ashes?