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Grace was the perfect wife for three years, enduring Sebastien Montgomery’s contempt and the humiliations inflicted by his family. He treated her like a shadow, convinced that she had “trapped” him while he remained obsessed with the glamorous Katerina. The night Grace discovered she was pregnant, Sebastien threw the divorce papers at her: “Katerina is back. I don’t need you anymore.” He thought she would sink into misery. He didn’t know that Grace was the long-lost heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Two years later, the hunter becomes the hunted. Sebastien, on the brink of bankruptcy, desperately seeks an anonymous investor to save his company. When the office doors open, he doesn’t find the submissive girl he left behind. He finds a powerful, radiant woman. But she isn’t alone. Dominic Rossi, Sebastien’s most ruthless rival and the man who now controls the market, wraps his arm possessively around Grace’s waist. An adorable little boy runs toward him shouting, “Daddy, look at my new car!” Sebastien feels the world crashing down on him as he recognizes his own eyes in the little boy. On his knees, his voice breaking, he pleads: “Grace, please… he’s my son. Let me fix this.” Dominic looks at him with icy contempt as Grace signs the purchase order: “You’re too late, Montgomery. The boy already has a real father… and I already own your empire.”

Following the betrayal of her boyfriend and adoptive sister, Vanessa found herself pregnant without any knowledge of her baby's father. And five years later, she never deterred from her goal of finding her real parents. But her quest was interrupted when she met Alfred Whittaker, the president of G.I conglomerate and the most revered tycoon in the city. Not only did Alfred claim custody of her baby, but he also wanted her to marry him, to go against every logic she had ever constructed around herself. And as the path to achieving her dreams became narrower, she was left with no choice but to confront her fears; to marry Alfred. ~~~ As Vanessa navigates through life with Alfred, more contending forces stand in her way. What if the answer to her quest lies within his family? And what if those answers will the catalyst for the strength of their bond or its destruction?

“You said I was a burden. You signed the papers and walked out. So why are you standing at my door with flowers, Justin? The woman you abandoned doesn't live here anymore." Harper Wells had a husband who called her a burden, a boss who called her replaceable, and a body that was slowly giving up on her. She had nothing left. So she disappeared. What came back was something neither Justin nor Vivian saw coming. Healthy. Powerful. Untouchable. And completely done. But the man who never stopped fighting for her, who sat in hospital corridors at midnight and called research institutes because waiting until morning felt wrong, Dr. Joel, is still there. Still steady. Still choosing her. Now Justin wants her back. Vivian wants her gone. And Harper Wells just wants to finally choose herself.

Five years of silence. Five years of being the "Luna" in name only, while Logan Blackwood treated me like a ghost haunting his halls. I thought my devotion would eventually thaw his frozen heart. I was wrong. When his first love returns, the man I call husband doesn't hesitate. He doesn't offer a "thank you" for the years of service or a "sorry" for the wasted youth.  He offers a pen and a rejection. "You were never the one, Giuliana. You were just the one who was there." Left broken and discarded, I vanished. But the Moon Goddess has a sense of irony. Two years later, I’ve found a new pack, a new life, and a second-chance mate who treats me like a queen. Ryan is everything Logan wasn't: protective, obsessed, and loyal. But now Logan is back, and he’s decided he made a mistake. He’s cold, he’s ruthless, and he doesn’t care that I’ve moved on. He wants his wife back. But he’s about to find out that a rejected heart doesn't just beat again—it strikes back.

“You murderer!” No A resounding slap followed those words from Katrina’s Mother-in-law. The entire extended family gasped in shock but no one made a move to help. Not even Katrina’s husband, Damon Winchester. He just stood there, watching lazily, like he always did while his mother berated her for every little thing. But this wasn’t little, no. This was more than the fine china dishes that were one of the family’s heirlooms which Katrina broke last thanksgiving and earned her harsh insults from her mother-in-law. This was nothing like the family dinner she made last Christmas that caused half the kitchen to catch fire, needing a renovation. This couldn't be compared to that afternoon in summer, when she knocked over an antique vase while dusting, freezing as it cracked clean down the middle and her mother-in-law murmured that Katrina’s touch spoiled anything of value. No. This was the death of the only woman who loved someone as unlovable as Katrina. The woman who raised her. The woman who constantly fought for Katrina’s place in the Winchester Family even when she didn’t belong. Alana Winchester, Damon’s grandmother. Like every other thing, it was all her fault. Everything Katrina touched turned to ashes.

Rosita and Clifford have been married for 3years now without kids. Rosita faced a lot of pressure and mockery from Clifford's mother. Just when all hope is lost, luck smiled on them. Rosita got pregnant and gave birth to a bouncing baby girl and named her Riley. They lived happily and were satisfied with their lives but just when they thought their happiness have been fulfilled, the unexpected happened. Their young girl was kidnapped. How will Rosita take this news? Will they be able to find their baby? Will Rosita's joy be complete? Read more to find out what happened in the novel.Stay tuned for the trills and turns.

When I became the blood bank for my mate Alpha Kane’s sweetheart, my wolf died from the endless loss of blood—and so did I, alone, in the cold den he rented to keep me out of sight. Today marks the third day since my death, and finally, my six-year-old pup noticed something was wrong. His finger bled when a toy hurt him, but I didn’t come to comfort him. When he tried to feed me his favorite food, I didn’t stop him either. He lay on my chest, gripping my clothes and whispering my name—but I didn’t respond. Desperate and helpless, my pup picked up my cellphone and called his alpha dad. “Dad, why is Mom still sleeping?” Kane didn’t answer. Instead, he sent him a photo of himself and Serena—his sweetheart—celebrating Full Moon Day, smirking. “Don’t worry. Your mom is just sleeping, not dead. You know I’m quite busy on Full Moon Day. Tell your arrogant and stubborn mom not to come find me until she admits her fault.” The call ended, leaving my pup frozen in silence. However, three days later, Kane received news of my death. He let out a gut-wrenching growl, refusing to believe it was true. Clutching my cold, lifeless body in his arms, he wept bitterly. “Kate… you are my only Luna,” he cried. “Come back. Stay with me… please.”

Rejected by her rich father, Sarah and her mother Helen moves to a slump where her mother sells her body for bread and drugs. Sold into prostitution by her mother's deadbeat boyfriend at the age of eight, Sarah must guard her true feelings or suffer the consequences. A chance meeting with her father gives Sarah the opportunity she needed for the most brutal revenge. At eighteen Sarah finds the willpower to escape but unfortunately for her, she falls into the trap of a madam that imprisons her, while makings tonnes of money off her. A fire outbreak, a second chance, Sarah finds freedom and meets Kunle. a man determined to show her that true love was possible and existed. A domineering mother-in-law, a secret buried in the sands of time threatens their marriage. Was their love for each other strong enough to withstand the tide or was Sarah willing to throw it all away.

Five years ago, I left my husband a note. Three sentences. A returned bracelet. A door closing softly at 4am. He told me to get rid of our baby. I got rid of him instead. Now he’s sitting across my boardroom table in the city I built for myself, looking for the woman he married. She’s gone. What’s left is stronger.

To take care of my mother after she fell and injured herself, I turned down a promotion and took a week off work to stay by her side. On the day she was discharged from the hospital, she smiled and handed me a small envelope. “Suzy, you’ve worked hard these past few days. This is just a little something from me. Go treat yourself to something good.” I wiped my hands, a quiet warmth spreading through my chest. When I opened the envelope, I froze for a moment. Inside was $2. Still, I told myself it didn’t matter. The amount wasn’t important. What mattered was the thought behind it. But the very next day, while scrolling through social media, I came across a post from my younger brother, the one who hadn’t shown his face at the hospital even once. Nine photos filled the post, all of them showing off a sprawling luxury mansion. In the center was a photo of the purchase contract. The caption read: “Officially the owner of a $2 million riverfront house. Big thanks to Mom for the support!”