Regulus Wives

Her fiancé cheated on her with her own mother. She lost her baby. And when he was murdered, Rebecca became the prime suspect. With her life collapsing and the law closing in, Rebecca accepts a deal she never thought she’d survive. Stefanno Davidson—a feared Mafia lord—doesn’t need a lover or a permanent wife. He needs a replacement. His children’s mother is alive… but absent. And Rebecca looks exactly like her. Until Stefanno clears Rebecca’s name, she must live under another woman’s identity. Become the mother his children already recognize, the wife the Mafia world believes never left, and the reason his sick daughter finally starts to heal. Once his daughter recovers, Rebecca is promised her freedom. She can return to her world, her name restored. But the longer she stays, the more dangerous the lie becomes. Because pretending to be someone else is easy, pretending not to feel anything for the man who owns your secret is not. And in the Mafia world, temporary wives rarely leave untouched.

The Frost Demon Morozko, Prince of Russia's immortal land of Buyan, has waited ages for a mate. And she is Stravinksy's fabled Firebird - incarnated as an orphaned witch! Cast out by the King of the Ice Kingdom, Morozko wanders Buyan, a Miyazaki haven for cherti, nechist, and witches - but a dark curse plagues the land - Koschei the Deathless. Can this bastard prince and the young human girl Anya that conniving Baba Yaga gave Morozko to raise with his found family of cutthroat spirits stand a chance against the immortal sorcerer King Kaschei, who has trapped Anya's soul in the Deathless realms, in gardens of dead wives? Anya is burgeoning with power, living a double life between Cold War Russia and D.C., and coming into her own as a witch to rival Baba Yaga. When her newfound love for Morozko is at stake, she will risk it all to follow the darkly tempting Kaschei to the Deathless lands, face the travails that put all Russia in peril - and save Morozko, as much as he saves her. With epic love, sorcery, adventure, treachery, a Slavic inn for spirits, and plenty of blini warm by the fire, come read this daring journey, and find out if an immortal love can withstand death Himself!

My father kicked me again, and again. “No daughter of mine would've been so completely useless. All you have brought us is shame and embarrassment. Enough. I've arranged your marriage with the Lycan King. He'll come for you tomorrow and I'll finally be rid of you” “W-what? The Beast Lycan?” I stuttered, my fathers words hit me like a block of ice. “Precisely. He could kill you like his other wives for all I care. Good riddance” My father looked at me one last time, his eyes filled with disgusted contempt before he walked out of the house. ~~~ Iris is hated on by her pack and her father. She gets rejected by her mate and her father arranges her marriage to the Lycan king. The Lycan king has a terrible reputation for killing his brides. Now sucked into his world, Iris is determined to survive and win him over. And things get more complicated when her mate wants her back. Stuck between two men and an origin she knows nothing about, what decision will she make?

On the day my older brother, Noctis, and I get reborn to the timeframe of us becoming the demons' consorts, our wives, Nerissa Loden and Aurelia Ignis, rush over to save us. But we've unanimously decided to give up on getting rescued by Nerissa and Aurelia. Instead, we willingly devote ourselves to the demons. In our previous lifetime, after Noctis and I got saved by the goddesses, the demons kidnapped Nerissa's student, Halric Morledge, as our replacement. Poor Halric died a terrible death soon after. Thanks to that, Nerissa and Aurelia hated me and Noctis to the core. They spread rumors about us being the apocalyptic twins. As a result, our bodies and souls were annihilated. When we open our eyes again, we've returned to the day we get kidnapped by the demons. After exchanging glances with each other, we announce, "We're willing to become the consorts of Isolde Brimstone and Sylvara Eldritch. Please take us with you." Nerissa and Aurelia are able to whisk Halric to safety. They are relieved and happy, seeing as they finally get to protect the man they love the most. But later on, both of them end up losing their minds.

She knew the wedding was inevitable. That’s why she let herself have one last night, one reckless, sinful night with him. Nico Moreti. The man who made her forget the world. It was supposed to be their final goodbye. A stolen moment before she was forced into a marriage she never wanted. But when she walks down the aisle the next day, ready to marry the most feared mafia boss in the country, she looks up and sees him. Her Nico. Standing beside the groom as his son. The realization hits her like a bullet to the chest as his cold, burning gaze strips her bare in front of everyone. She never thought she’d see him again much more him turning out to be her new stepson. She never wanted this marriage. Never wanted to belong to Salvatore Moreti, a man who buries his wives before their bodies go cold. But she’s trapped. And the man she loves? He’s part of the people sharpening the knife. Because Nico won’t forgive nor let her go. And he sure as hell won’t let her forget who touched her first. Now, there’s no way out. Because in this world, love doesn’t save you. It destroys you.

Celeste Virelli is not your typical private investigator. Sleek, calculating, and always three steps ahead, she specializes in one thing: seducing unfaithful husbands to trigger the fidelity clauses in their ironclad prenups. Her clients are wealthy women trapped in golden cages—wives who want out, but only if they can take half the fortune with them. Celeste doesn’t advertise. She doesn’t need to. Her name passes in whispers between yoga mats and charity galas, a whispered promise of justice wrapped in silk and steel. When Vivienne Cross, the young wife of tech mogul Julian Cross, walks into her office, Celeste expects another routine takedown. But Julian isn’t like the others. He’s elusive, calculating, and hiding more than just a wandering eye. As Celeste draws him into her web, she uncovers a deeper game—one that involves offshore accounts, a missing woman, and a secret that could destroy more than a marriage. For the first time, Celeste finds herself questioning the rules she’s lived by. Because this time, the seduction might not be an act. And the most dangerous lies aren’t the ones told in bed—they’re the ones we tell ourselves. The Seduction Clause is a taut, stylish psychological thriller about power, betrayal, and the cost of playing with fire where every glance is a gamble, and every kiss could be a weapon.

Three years ago, Rowan Stewart was gifted to the infamous Alpha of Red Moon as one of his pleasure servants—a brutal tradition cloaked in civility, where beauty is bartered for peace. The Alpha, powerful and feared, accepted her without question, despite already having two wives. For Rowan, life in the Red Moon Pack was tolerable,lavish, but hollow. She kept her head down, grateful that her obedience spared her family’s lives, even if her own freedom was quietly buried. But everything changes the day she discovers she’s pregnant,with the Alpha’s child. The news detonates through the pack like wildfire. This isn’t just a scandal,it’s a miracle. Or a lie. Because Alpha Kael was cursed by a witch a to never bear an heir. Infertile. Doomed. Now Rowan stands at the center of a storm,accused of deception, targeted by the Alpha’s jealous wives, and caught in a web of ancient curses, pack politics, and dangerous truths. Some believe she carries hope. Others believe she’s a threat. And Kael himself? No one knows if he’ll claim the child... or kill them both. What began as survival has become something far more treacherous. Because if the curse is broken… Then Rowan Stewart may be carrying more than just a child— She may be carrying the future of the Red Moon Pack.

Someone started a thread on a forum asking, [Do men become stingy with their wives after marriage?] The replies were full of women complaining about how cheap and calculating their husbands were. My husband, however, went in the opposite direction. After we got married, he handed me his payroll card to manage and kept only a few dozen dollars a month for his own expenses, as though he had truly given everything to me and to this family. I shook my head and was about to respond when my mother-in-law's call interrupted me. "Chloe, Josh's god sister is sick. She needs $4,500." My husband immediately slipped an arm around my shoulders and assured me, "Don't worry. We'll use my salary. You won't have to pay a cent." "Alright," I said. Seeing how certain he was, I transferred one dollar to him on the spot and added a note: Medical expenses transferred. When my mother-in-law saw the transfer, she flew into a rage, sharply accusing me of being jealous and petty, even withholding money meant to save a life. I remained unmoved. "That's all there is on the card." She completely lost her temper, threatening to come over and audit how many kickbacks I had supposedly pocketed over the years. I agreed to settle the accounts. That was when my husband suddenly lost his enthusiasm.

There's an unspoken rule in the high-end society—married couples who are bound by marriage alliances are allowed to branch out romantically. But if they ever buy anything for their side piece, they must buy the same gift for their legal spouse. Raymond Johnson is a very particular person. That's why he continues sticking to the rule and gives Melanie Strickland the respect she deserves by showering her with gifts that are 100 times more than his mistress', even after the Stricklands have gone into bankruptcy. If his mistress gets 100 thousand dollars' worth of allowances every month, Melanie's bank account must receive ten million dollars in return. When Raymond gifts his mistress jewelry that's worth a million dollars, he'll go for the main highlight of the auction. After that, Melanie will receive an antique emerald ring worth 100 million dollars. The rich wives, who are too used to seeing wealthy men immersing themselves in booze and beautiful women, can only sigh wistfully whenever they witness Raymond and Melanie's lovey-dovey relationship. But at the same time, they can't resist dropping Melanie words of advice—mainly to tell her to appreciate what she has now. Appreciate, huh? Of course Melanie appreciates everything she has right now. That's why on the day Raymond gives a house of very little value that's located in the suburbs to his mistress, Melanie decides to ask him a question while receiving the land deed of Villa No. 1 that's located in Northshore. "I've grown tired of this marriage. Can we get a divorce?"

I was chosen to be the fiancée of Lorenzo, the Mafia’s heir. But at a family gala, Lorenzo was openly pursued by Chiara, the daughter of an arms dealer. Chiara wasn’t like the other rule-abiding debutantes.She tore through the streets in a modified sports car, used a military-grade combat knife to cut her cigars, and drank the harshest whiskey neat.There was an untamed wildness about her, a fire Lorenzo couldn’t look away from. He complained to the family elders, “How can a woman like that possibly be our Madre and run this entire family?” His words dripped with disdain for her recklessness, yet his eyes were glued to her, tracking her every move as she raised her glass. Then, on Lorenzo’s birthday, he announced his intention to make Chiara his mistress. Chiara refused.”The women of my family are wives, never mistresses.And my husband’s heart must belong only to me.” Lorenzo came to me, his voice hesitant.”Alessia, it’s just a title.I need you to give it to Chiara.Please? She doesn’t understand our family’s traditions, and she’s making a scene about marrying me.We just need to pacify her for now.Even if she marries me, you will still be the one to manage the family’s affairs.” As I stood trying on my wedding gown, a sharp crystal bead on the bodice pierced my finger.A single drop of blood bloomed against the pure white satin. The dress was ruined, but the wedding would go on. Since he chose someone else to be his wife, I will become his Madre.