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Soon after I came back to the country, someone slapped me right across the face in broad daylight, yelling that I was a mistress. A crowd of reporters closed in, pelting me with questions about whether Chandler Armstrong, CEO of Armstrong Industries, was keeping me as his mistress. I was stunned speechless for a moment, but then I pulled out my wedding photo with Chandler from seven years ago and held it up. "What are you talking about? I'm his wife!" The crowd went silent, and the woman who'd slapped me turned white as a sheet. Only then did I finally get it: while I'd been overseas, Chandler had been openly involved with an actress, and everyone in his social circle had already decided she was the future Mrs. Armstrong. Today, they all came expecting to confront a mistress—only to find out that I was actually his wife. Later, Chandler tried to justify it. "Alina, you've been out of the country for years. I'm a man, and I have needs. She's just a B-list actress; it's not like she threatens your position. Why should you be upset? Just let it go," he said. "Don't make a scene." I handed him the divorce papers. "You make me sick."

He built empires by never loving anyone. She survived him by becoming something unstoppable. Adrian Blackwell did not believe in mercy—only leverage. As the youngest billionaire to dominate three continents, he ruled boardrooms with ice in his veins and blood on his hands. Falling in love with his wife was his only mistake. And when betrayal came, he chose the lie that preserved his empire over the woman who gave him everything. When Adrian cast Elara out of his life, he never knew the truth. She was pregnant. And she refused to beg. Disappearing with nothing but her name and a secret that could shatter him, Elara rebuilt herself from ruin. Years later, she returns not as the discarded wife—but as a powerbroker in her own right. Wealth sharpened by vengeance. Grace forged in fire. A woman who learned that survival is the most dangerous form of ambition. Now their worlds collide again—at the summit of global power. Adrian wants her back. Elara wants justice. But the past has claws, the truth has a price, and the child between them is no longer a secret that can stay buried. As enemies circle and empires tremble, love becomes a battlefield where forgiveness may cost everything and revenge may cost even more. Because in a world ruled by billionaires, love is the most expensive risk of all.

I wasn’t meant to survive. My sister killed me, and I should have stayed dead. Instead, I woke in Lenore, a nightmare kingdom built on blood and lies. Here, monsters wear human faces, and Hunters like me are forced into a system that counts every kill and punishes every weakness. They gave me a body that isn’t mine. A name that isn’t mine. A life I never chose. And now I can’t run. I can’t escape. I can only fight… and hunger. Because it isn’t just the monsters that consume me. It’s the men who circle too close. One forged from shadows, dangerous in his silence, the kind of man whose restraint makes me want to shatter it. The other drips temptation like poison, every word a sin, every touch a fire I shouldn’t survive, and yet I reach for him anyway. I shouldn’t need them. I shouldn’t crave them. But I do. God, I do. And while I’m torn between danger and desire, Lenore itself is tearing apart. The Houses want me erased. The monsters want my blood. And the truth of who I really am will destroy everything.

Everyone in the city's elite circle knew that the most eligible bachelor in the city loved me like his life depended on it. To marry me—a woman living with HIV—Michael Dalio deliberately destroyed his own reputation. Night after night, he paraded through clubs, bedding forty-nine women in a row. He even went so far as to force himself on his widowed sister-in-law, whose husband had just died. Finally, he pushed the Dalio family patriarch into giving in. The old man, holding his tongue in reluctant acceptance, allowed me to enter the family. To give Michael a child, I humbled myself before my sworn enemy, kneeling to beg for a secret medicine. Just as I was about to share the good news with him, I found him hard at work on his widowed sister-in-law's body. "Nancy, you're finally mine. She has HIV—she won't last long. The only woman I'll ever love is you." Turned out I was nothing more than a convenient cover for Michael to marry Nancy. Tears streamed down my face as I pressed send on the message. [I agree to your terms. See you in three days.]

At twenty-one, Ashley Knowles is forced into an arranged lavender marriage with the most feared biker president in California. Twenty-four hours later, she’s a widow. Thrust into the ruthless world of the Sons of Chaos Motorcycle Club, Ashley inherits an empire of oil rigs, ranches, illegal dealings, and blood-soaked power she never wanted. But the club brothers don’t bow to outsiders—especially not a girl who knows nothing about their world. Three dangerous men circle her like wolves: Matt —her dead sister’s fiancé blames Ashley for the death of his fiancée and wants brutal personal revenge. He’ll break her body to heal his grief. Bran —her scarred brother-in-law craves slow, psychological payback for the high-school sin that scarred him forever and ruined his life. He’ll take her body piece by piece until there’s nothing left. Ripper —the Vice President, protects her with fierce loyalty no one understands… but his devotion comes with secrets that could destroy them all. Caught between these three men, Ashley must find a way to protect herself,because the Sons of Chaos don’t share. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+ It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession, lust and crime. While this is a beautiful love story, readers discretion is advised.

At the very moment Phoebe Stanton miscarries, her husband, Connor Russell, is celebrating the return of his first love. To him, her three years of devotion and companionship mean nothing more than being a live-in maid and cook. Phoebe gives up on him and decides to divorce. Everyone in their circle knows that Phoebe is clingy and impossible to shake off. "I bet she'll come crawling in a day." Connor sneers. "A day? That's too long—half a day at most." But the moment Phoebe signs the divorce papers, she decides never to look back. She throws herself into a new life. She revives her career, which she once abandoned, builds new connections, and meets new people. As time goes on, Connor no longer sees even a trace of Phoebe at home. He begins to panic. At an industry summit, he finally spots her, surrounded by admirers. Desperate, he pushes forward. "Phoebe, haven't you had enough of this tantrum?" But Gideon Blackwood suddenly steps in front of her, shoving Connor aside, his very demeanor chilling the air. "Don't touch my woman." Connor has never loved Phoebe. But now that he does, it's already too late. There's no longer a place for him in her world.

When Adrian and I broke up, he knelt outside my door all night. When I finally agreed to get back together, he lit a bonfire in the main hall, invited the elders to witness it, and swore I would become his Luna. Then, right at the finish line of a racetrack, he hauled a trembling, sobbing blonde girl out of the “trophy,” draped his jacket over her shoulders, and turned gentle like he’d become a different man. He looked back at me and said, “Ann, don’t make a scene. She ended up like this because of us.” The next day, he said I should atone by pack law, kneel inside a vow circle drawn with salt and silver powder, and endure my wolf soul’s backlash under the moonlight. Later, he threw me into the basement she used to live in, forced me to survive the way she did, forced me to lower my head and apologize. What he didn’t know was that there was a little pup in my belly. And I wasn’t going to tell him. I’d wait until he was most off guard, slide the divorce papers in front of him, let him sign them with his own hand, then vanish cleanly and absolutely, with my child.

At her husband's funeral, Evangeline Thorn should be grieving. Instead, she's plotting murder. Daniel Harrow died in a building collapse that killed seventeen workers—a collapse Evangeline believes was caused by his older brother's criminal negligence. Nathaniel Harrow is everything Daniel wasn't: ruthless, powerful, and dangerously magnetic. He built a billion-dollar empire on corruption, and Evangeline is certain he killed his own brother to secure control of the family fortune. She should hate him. She does hate him. So why does she show up at his penthouse the night of the funeral? What begins as a violent seduction becomes a twisted game of psychological warfare. Evangeline will gather evidence, destroy Nathaniel's empire, and make him pay for every life he's taken. But Nathaniel has been obsessed with her since the day she married his brother—and he's been waiting for her to make the first move. As they circle each other like predators, secrets unravel: the surveillance he's kept on her for years, the pregnancy that could belong to either brother, the betrayals that run deeper than murder. In this deadly game of revenge and obsession, the only question is: who will destroy whom first? Or will they destroy each other?

Everybody said my life was over after Brad Coleman called off his engagement with me. I had been with him for five years. The things I had done to pander to him had left my reputation in tatters. Nobody was willing to be with a woman like me anymore. After word started spreading within our social circle that Brad had gotten a new lover, everybody was waiting for me to go crawling back to him. However, what they did not know was that I had volunteered to take my younger sister's place and go to a faraway city, Clason City, to get married. Before I got married, I returned the treasure box that Brad had given to me. The coupon for a free wish that he had given me when he was younger was still in it. I left without leaving anything behind. However, one day after a long time, Brad suddenly thought of me. "It's been a while since I last heard from Leah Young. Is she dead?" he said. Meanwhile, I was awakened by kisses from my new husband. "Good girl, Leah. You promised me to go four rounds. We can't go any less…"

Harper spent eight years loving a man who never touched her, never kissed her, never truly saw her. Until the night she walked away and he finally woke up. Now Malakai is detoxing from the drugs he never knew he was on, chasing the wife he never deserved, and realizing too late that the woman he called “disposable” is the only one who can ruin him. But Harper isn’t running anymore. She’s rewriting the rules. Now four men circle her: A detective with secrets of his own. A playboy rival who wants to steal her just to hurt his old enemy. Her hot doctor colleague And a masked phantom who kisses her like he owns her soul. In a game of murder, lies, and forbidden desire… she will only accept a man who bleeds for his repentance. A man who earns her forgiveness inch by inch and scar by scar. And Malachi will pay every price or live forever with the regret of losing the only woman who ever gave him everything. Author’s Note: Starts slow with subtle poison. Then it turns unhinged: blood, blindfolds and a man who’ll kill to keep her. Buckle up. It gets dark. It gets dirty. It gets deadly. Dive in if you dare. See you on the other side:)