Snatched a billionaire to be my husband

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.

"I, Easton Braylle, son of Norman Braylle and future alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, hereby reject you, Catherine the Slave, to be my mate." Catherine had lost her memories due to trauma from the attack as a child and had been enslaved since the day her parents died at the mere age of 10, or so she thought. She had been bullied, mocked, and tormented after Norman's followers brought her to him forcefully just when she attempted to escape. 8 years later, she discovers who her mate is from the Silver Moon Pack. But that person rejected her after that night...tying her up and throwing her into a cage . But something happened that she least expected... Her memories came flooding back and she met two hot werewolves who both turned out to be her mates! Will she be able to resist the hottest, strongest, most dangerous Alpha alive or the incredibly handsome, super kind, and gentleman Beta of Blood Moon Pack? In the end, she only has to choose one mate to give her love. Who is it going to be??? BOOKS- Born To Be My Luna ( COMPLETED). Alpha's Cursed Luna (ONGOING). Alpha Hunter (ONGOING).

Millianna convinced Sarah to marry Leon in her place since she didn't want to wed an illiterate man. Sarah was forced by her family to take Millianna's place to wed Leon. Leon is a wealthy man who was involved in a car accident, which caused him to lose his memories and became stupid. Sometime later, Leon regains his memory, but he still pretends to be a fool. Leon wants to find out the cause of the old accident. Who harmed Leon? And what does that person want? After Leon regains his memory, he begins a plan to take revenge on everyone who has harmed him.

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.

After more than one month na pananatili ni Andrei sa ibang bansa, sa wakas ay umuwe na ito sa pilipinas. ‘Yan ang balitang agad na natanggap ni Lyca. Pero ang higit na nagpagulat sa kanya ay nang iabot sa kanya ng asawa nya ang isang papel na naglalaman ng diborsyo. “Let’s get the divorce,” malamig na sambit nito sa kanya. “Okay,” tanging tugon ni Lyca. Sabay abot sa papel sa kanyang harapan. After the divorce, hindi maiwasan ni Andrei na makita ang dating asawa na masaya sa piling ng iba. Naging matagumpay na rin sa larangan ng business industry si Lyca na noon ay sunod-sunuran lang sa kanya. Hanggang sa muling nagkasalubong ang kanilang mga landas at muli ay hiniling ni Andrei sa dating asawa ang mga katagang…. “Please come back to me, baby.”

A week before my bonding ceremony, my younger sister traveled from a distant pack to be my maid of honor. While she was trying on her dress, the phone she had left outside suddenly rang. “Florence, can you answer that for me? I can’t get it right now.” I picked it up, and a male werewolf’s voice came through the line. “Baby, I bought you a gorgeous lingerie set. Tonight is going to be amazing.” I didn’t make a sound. A cold chill sliced straight through me. That voice belonged to none other than my mate-to-be, Dylan Conner.

“You are worthless and no man would ever love you. You should be grateful I stopped to marry you.” Those words from her husband of 5 years clanged through Jane's head like a drumbeat. Maybe that was why when her husband's gorgeous billionaire boss, Thorn seduced her, she fell for it. She knew it was wrong but for one night she wanted to taste pleasure and if her husband's boss would give she would accept. That one night of reckless abandon became the beginning of something bigger than her.

Rafaelia is an assasin and hates Mafia the most. Her mom died because of it and wants to take revenge, she doesn't care to anyone she only wants to kill every person related to a Mafia. Everything changed for her after meeting Warren. She fell in love with his kindness and innocence and for the first time, she cared for someone, she swore to protect him no matter what. No knowing that this man is different from what she know. He's a ruthless mafia boss.

Vhianne Del Valle, was three weeks pregnant, when her husband, Ezekiel Hudson, handed her a divorce papers. "Erah is back. I don't need you anymore." He coldly said. Sa halos tatlong taon nilang pagsasama, alam ni Vhianne na kahit kailan ay hindi talaga siya minahal ni Ezekiel, at ngayong nandito na ulit ang first love niya, tuluyan na siyang nawalan ng halaga sa asawa niya. Kaya hindi na siya nagdalawang isip na pirmahan ang divorce papers. But when Vhianne leave their house, Ezekiel saw a positive pregnancy test left behind their drawers— he begs for her to comeback.

"I spent three years being his 'used rag.' Now, I’m the one cleaning up his empire, starting with the trash." For three years, Shay Falcone lived for her husband, Massimo. She worked twelve-hour shifts behind the scenes, skipping meals and sleep to ensure his company became a billion-dollar legend. She was his ghostwriter, his secret strategist, and his most loyal soldier. She thought her reward would be the child growing inside her. But on the night of the Billionaire Launch, Massimo didn't give her a thank you. He gave her a death sentence. "You're a used rag, Shay," he sneered in front of the world's cameras. "A servant I don't need to pay. Meet my real wife, Elena." One shove from his bodyguards sent Shay spiraling into a stone fountain. As Massimo walked away to celebrate his wealth, Shay lay in a pool of blood, feeling the heartbeat of her child stop forever. Two years later, the rag is gone. The Ice Queen has arrived. When Massimo’s empire begins to crumble, he begs for a meeting with the untouchable Alessia Valois. He expects a savior; instead, he finds the wife he killed. "Shay?" Massimo gasps, reaching for her. "I... I’ve realized my mistake. Please, I still love you." Alessia doesn't even look up from her glass of vintage scotch. She steps over his hand as if he were a stain on the carpet. "I’m sorry, Mr. Falcone," she purrs, her voice cold enough to freeze his soul. "The woman who loved you died in a fountain. I’m just here to collect the debt."