She Rises, They Regret

Hailey Quin is an orphan taken in by the Cidar packs Luna and Alpha but is severely maltreated by pack members; they all assume her to be wolfless and she doesn't tell them the truth that she got her wolf Amenia at the age of six but her mother before death had warned her ñot to tell anyone she has her wolf. At the age of Eighteen, she discovers that her mate is the Alpha's son, but he rejects her immediately and proposes that she become his mistress, but she refuses. The Alpha King pays a visit to the pack because his wolf has been restless; he discovers Hailey is his mate and immediately takes her away

At my wedding rehearsal, my fiancé's colleague, Haley Rhodes burst in and tore apart the carefully arranged decor. "Ryan promised he'd marry me!" she shrieked, storming closer, "Who do you think you are?" Without warning, she lunged, grabbing hold of the wedding gown, which was worth a fortune. But she only got so far—she was too heavyset to even squeeze it past her head. I let out a mocking laugh. "Don't tell me you're too big to fit even a plus-size wedding dress?" That really set her off. With grim determination, she forced herself into the gown. But as soon as she did, the delicate fabric tore, leaving absurdly stretched holes across her back and waist. "Too bad the dress is ruined now. But who cares?" she sneered triumphantly. "Ryan loves me. He’ll buy me another wedding gown, anyway." But when the actual wedding began, she got the shock of her life. The groom walking down the aisle wasn’t Ryan at all. It was their boss — Ryan and Haley's boss. Well, I never said this was my wedding.

In her past life, Calla Greystone was the fat, awkward daughter of a disgraced Beta who sold her out for a pack alliance. Trapped in a miserable marriage to the cold and distant Alpha Lucien Thorne—who thought she was part of her father’s scheme—Calla was ignored, insulted, and cast aside. She gave birth alone, lived without love, and died in a tragic accident… or so everyone thought. But fate gave her a do-over. Calla wakes up on the same night her life derailed—the night she and Lucien were drugged and pushed into a mating scandal. Only this time, she’s done being a pawn. She stops her father from forcing a marriage, refuses to be Lucien’s regret, and walks away from a future she knows all too well. Can Calla survive the game long enough to rewrite the rules? Will Lucien finally fight for the mate he once failed? Or will the past devour them both before the truth comes to light?

On the evening of her wedding anniversary, Diana walks into her own home carrying groceries and hope, only to realise she has already been replaced. Replaced by her daughter’s school teacher – Lauren Johnson. “You threw her a birthday party in my house?” Diana asked, her voice shaking. “On our wedding anniversary?” She’s rejected not only by her husband, but by her own daughter too. “Miss Lauren, can you please be my Mommy?” Selena cried. “I hate her!” She pointed at her mother, her little eight-years-old voice betraying her age. Every sacrifice finally reveals itself for what it was: slow erasure. When Diana places a file in Henry’s hand and says, “Sign this,” she is done begging. She walks away quietly. Only then does the house feel empty. “Where’s Mommy?” Selena asks as they returns not able to find Diana anywhere in the house. What happens when Henry discovers the document he signed was actually their divorce paper? Will he be able to cope with Diana gone? How about Selena – their daughter, what becomes of her?

“You will do as told. After all, you pushed her down the stairs and she is in there because of you. Donating this bone is the price you have to pay.” “But why, Liam.” Her voice sounded broken. “Why did you never believe me? I didn't touch Sophia.” “And how is that my business?” He hissed and grabbed her arm. “For someone who stole another person’s life, you sure do have some mouth on you.” He pushed her roughly into the moving elevator. “Please Liam… believe me.” “Shut the fuck up!” He hissed. “You’re a filthy liar and I’ll never believe a word that comes out from you. Now, move!” *** Three years ago Charlotte Windsor was framed for a crime she didn’t commit. She was thrown into jail by her ex-husband and her entire life went down the drain. Now, three years later, she is freed but an even worse fate awaits her. Will she let her nemesis trample over her again? Or will she fight back? Let’s find out.

In the seventh year of dating Lorenzo Townsend, he still didn't want to marry me. One day, I said to him, "Lorenzo, I'm getting married." He frowned slightly, not even sure if he heard me right. "The company is going public, and we're swamped. This is not the time to discuss such an insignificant topic," he said. I smiled calmly. Maybe to him, it seemed like I was pushing him to marry me. But the truth was, I was getting married, but not to him.

"I could've told you about the child when we were still married, but I'd rather see you fall on your knees like how I used to beg for the love I deserve." "You lied to everyone, even to your son, all because you wanted revenge? Tell me, who's the ruthless person here, Katalina." -- Cadmus is a respected man, one that holds the world in his hand. To her, he was the best and the best is what Katalina deserves. But when she got heartbroken by the man she adores the most, all hell breaks loose for she was more than a wife left to be discarded. By using Percival, someone who can stand equal to Cadmus. She plans to make the ruthless billionaire regret the pain he caused her.

The afternoon my critical condition notice was issued, Silas Stenson popped a bottle of champagne in the lab. On social media, a photo showed him and Wynter Keller standing side by side in the golden sunset, their white coats bathed in light. The caption read only one line—'Ten years—it finally worked.' Everyone said he was devoted, that he'd spent ten sleepless years trying to save me. When the nurse, her eyes red, showed it to me on her phone, I was staring at the wavering lines on the monitor. No one knew that the drug had already been perfected a year ago. And I was the only candidate who wasn't allowed to receive it.

There was a time when Natasha thought she found true love. A man who cherished, adored, and treated her like a treasure. But it never lasted forever. She discovered too late that it was all but a façade. All this while, he was still hung up on his childhood lover. And the moment the woman who held the key to his heart came back, he discarded her completely and watched her get bullied by that woman. His excuse? His childhood lover was weaker, she will be fine. Finally, Natasha had enough. She went back home. Now, it was his turn to regret. The omega he thought he could bully turned out to be the Heiress to the Beta position of one of the largest packs, a reputable gynecologist, whom he couldn't even get close to even if he tried. And her suitor? The most powerful Alpha. Now, who was regretting his actions? She watched with cold eyes as he went to his knees, hands reaching out to hold her leg in reverence. But she didn't spare him a glance. This time. She will write her story. A different one. Not with the man who betrayed her when she needed him the most, but with the one who always looked at her with softness since they were five.

My fiancé's older brother was into girls with tiny waists. He wanted to marry my foster sister—the one with the twenty-one-inch waist. Their wedding? Same day Eric and I were supposed to get hitched. When he found out, Eric begged me to swap with Briana. "Lena, it's always been Briana. If your family hadn't found you, she wouldn't have had to play fake heiress, and I wouldn't be stuck with you." I stayed quiet. He kept digging. "Chill. My brother won't even touch you. Once the dust settles, I'll bring you back—as my side piece." Staring at that fake, slimy smile, I felt a little out of it. Last time, I told him no—and still ended up married to him, beaten until I died. Then I woke up. Same day. Same plea from Eric. This time, I handed them exactly what they wanted. "Fine. I'll marry him." Eric lit up like he'd won. Didn't last long. Next thing I knew, he was out in the rain, on his knees, clutching his head, sobbing, begging me to leave his brother and come back.