One Two Princes Kneel Before You

I gave him three years of my life, only to be treated as nothing more than a substitute—worse than a dog. When his so-called white moonlight returned, he kicked me aside without hesitation. Fine. I agreed to the family alliance and married the most powerful Alpha of the North. Now he regrets it, begging me to return? Too late. They plotted against me with wolfsbane, wanting me to die in a filthy wine cellar. But my Mate—the true King of the North—tore the entire estate apart just to save me. They tried to steal my Alpha bloodline with dark sorcery. I made them taste exile, cast out as Rogues, despised by all. And him? He knelt before me, begging for forgiveness. I leaned safely in my Mate’s arms and watched him be banished forever. “Ansel,” I told him coldly, “open your eyes. I am the one and only Luna of the North.”

Before my engagement, a fire broke out in my dressing room. The explosion sent shards of glass deep into my body. My best friend, Monica Addams, shielded me as we escaped the flames.  At the hospital, she stayed by my side as I clung to life.  She called my fiancé, James Miller. However, his response was dismissive. “Veronica isn’t feeling well, and I’m accompanying her to get an IV drip. If it’s no big deal, just drop it.” Furious, Monica unleashed a string of curses and called her own boyfriend, Lucas Smith, asking him to help find a specialist.  He brushed her off, too. “Stop overreacting. Veronica’s sick, so I’m getting her some medicine.” When I narrowly escaped death and met Monica’s gaze, I said in a low voice, “I want to call off the engagement.” Without hesitation, she responded, “If you end yours, I’ll end mine.” That was when both men panicked. 

Sasha finds herself fascinated by them. She's drawn to both of them in ways she can't quite explain. But figuring out who she wants? That's the real challenge. And as much as she tries to sort through her feelings, she just can't understand where she stands between them. Does she want Carl or Caleb? Maybe a little bit of both? There's just one thing Sasha knows for sure: neither Carl nor Caleb is willing to let her go just yet. They both want her. But she only needs one. Is it just one?

Alyssa is the daughter of an Alpha but she has been imprisoned in the Red Maple Camp, a prison for violent and destructive criminals, for the past five years on false charges. On her eighteenth birthday she is released by her father only to be rejected by her fated mate, the second prince of the kingdom, and engaged to a sadistic monster. After running away from her engagement she runs into Kai, the first prince of the kingdom and the two enter into a deal: If she pretends to be his fiance and heals him from poison invading his body, he won't spill a secret that could get her killed and her freedom. But with conspiracies and threats lurking around the corner, a fight for succession, and her mate fighting to get her back, Alyssa strives not only to clear her name but to survive in this vipers den.

Chelsea married Russell for the sake of her dying mother. She needed money to pay the expensive medical bills. Russell never loved Chelsea and was only using her for his revenge on his family. However, he failed to notice that Chelsea was truly in love with him. Russell was surrounded by pretty ladies and never cared how Chelsea felt about it. Until one day, Chelsea asked for a divorce, because she felt depleted from this hopeless marriage. Russell then realized that he couldn't live without her and begged her to stay. But she said, "See you never, Mr. Murrillo."

Lies Before Vows is a gripping billionaire romance about duty, deception, and the unexpected power of love. Damon Caldwell, heir to a vast empire, must marry by year’s end or lose everything. Cold and logical, Damon fabricates a relationship with his grounded, no-nonsense secretary, Sienna Blake, just to escape his family’s matchmaking pressure. Sienna, burdened by family debt, reluctantly agrees—only to find herself thrust into the spotlight as the “secret Cinderella.” As the charade deepens through galas, vacations, and public appearances, real emotions begin to surface. Sienna glimpses Damon’s hidden depth and vulnerability, while Damon falls for her quiet strength and resilience. But their growing bond is tested by a vindictive ex-fiancée, media scandals, and a betrayal from within Damon’s company that costs Sienna her job. When faced with choosing love or legacy, Damon shocks the world by walking away from his empire to win back the woman he truly loves. Together, they rebuild from scratch, creating a company—and a life—based on truth, respect, and love. In the end, it’s not power or wealth that defines Damon’s success, but the woman by his side and the life they chose—together, on their own terms.

I am the eldest son of the prestigious Swain family in the capital. To test Snow Wardle's sincerity, I hid my identity and started from the bottom alongside her. Five years later, upon my return to the country, I was confronted by her lover, Chad Foreman, at a mall called "JesseSnow" which was named after me. Chad forced me to kneel and lick his boots and even asked his lackeys to beat me and my nanny, May. When Snow showed up, not only did she refuse to apologize, she defended Chad. She even cut off my finances and had her lawyer file a lawsuit against me for damages. I could not hold back any longer and called in the power of the Swain family. When the truth was revealed, Snow grovelled for mercy, but she could not mask her greedy nature. In the end, I reclaimed everything and made the traitors pay the price. I finally realized that this misplaced love needed to end, once and for all.

Ethan Shaw had died. Before the funeral, his wife, Stella Walker, packed his belongings and found a thick photo album. [My True Love] On the cover, it said— She opened it. The photos inside were not of her. They were Rachel Chester—the girl Ethan had adopted years ago. Not only that, Ethan left all his wealth to her. Stella died with hate in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before she married Ethan. This time, she chose to live for herself and walked away from Ethan to pursue her own dream. What she did not expect was that, in this life, Ethan went mad looking for her when she left. He searched for her everywhere.

I send my sister, Lola Graham, to my couture boutique to pick out a wedding dress. As she is leaving, a trainee clerk, Kayla Larson, demands three million for the gown. Helpless, Lola says my name. "I'm the owner's sister. I don't have to pay." Kayla rolls her eyes. "You're pranking the wrong store. Our boss doesn't have a sister. You're just broke and trying to scam us!" she snapped, blocking my sister's way. "This is your last warning—either pay up, or I'll rip that dress off you and throw you out!" Stunned, Lola calls me. When I rush over, I hear my long-time store manager standing deferentially behind Kayla, warning Lola, "You'd better behave. The woman in front of you is our boss' wife. Cross her, and you'll regret it." "Trying to fake your way in here? You've got some nerve," Kayla sneers, adding to my sister's humiliation. My hand freezes on the door. Without hesitation, I cut off my husband's secondary credit card and call him. "Have I been too generous with you? Or did giving you too much money make you think you could afford another woman behind my back?"

At the dinner table, my mother-in-law slid a contract across to me, right in front of more than 20 relatives. "Just sign it," she said lightly. "Consider it a favor to me." I looked down. A home mortgage agreement for 150,000 dollars. Across from me, my husband's younger brother, Jim Canfield, watched with a grin. Beside him, my husband's eldest sister, Cindy Canfield, urged impatiently, saying, "Shirley, what are you waiting for? Just sign it." I said I needed to go home and talk it over with Howard Canfield first. My mother-in-law's expression darkened. "What? You can't even make this decision for your own marriage?" That night, I did not sign anything. Later, she sent a three-minute voice message in the family group chat, accusing me of being childish, ungrateful, and heartless. More than 70 replies followed—not a single one in my defense. A month later, I came home from work to find three men waiting at my door, there to seize the house. I pulled out my phone and checked the property registry. The record was clear. [Mortgaged. 150,000 dollars.]