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Evelyn Baker spent her life in the shadows, cleaning up messes for the elite. She never expected to be the one taken out like trash by her own organization eventually. But instead of hell, she wakes up in the body of Rosetta Glenn: a pampered, bullied heiress who couldn't hurt a fly. Her new life comes with a heavy price: an arranged marriage to Williams Carter, a man so ruthless the entire city calls him the "Tyrant." Evelyn plans to ditch the wedding and run, until she stumbles upon a secret in Williams' study. A Silver Mask. The same mask worn by the man who ordered her death. Suddenly, running isn't an option. Evelyn walks down the aisle with a smile on her face and a plan in her heart: get close, find the truth, and put a bullet in her husband’s head. But Williams isn't the easy target she expected. He’s suspicious, controlling, and dangerously obsessed with the way his once-meek fiancée now looks at him with murder in her eyes.

When I was ten years old, I was kidnapped by some human traffickers, where I was sold to an old widow as her slave. She locked me up in a pig sty and had me solve all of my basic needs there, be it eating, drinking, or defecating. My life there was less than that of livestock. My parents never gave up on looking for me. They managed to save me when I was 17 years old. On the day I get reunited with them, my mom's eyes redden when she notices how skinny I've become. "Oh dear, just how much have you suffered, my child?" My dad just keeps slapping himself the whole time. "We're so sorry, Silas…" Even my younger brother reaches out, hoping to take me home. That's when I finally realize that I have a home now. In order to repay my family for their benevolence, I've laced their food with the most potent poison. That way, their deaths will be painless.

After the engagement dinner, my grandmother was hauled down to the family's dungeons. The order was given by Serena, who handled the finances for my husband-to-be, Vincent, the heir to the Moretti family. Vincent himself led her down, refusing to hear a word of explanation. "The late Don's wife's diamond cross is missing. Your grandmother was the only guest not part of the family. If she didn't take it, who did?" Serena stood at the top of the stairs, her arrogant gaze sweeping over my face. It was laughable. Based on nothing but Serena's word, they could lock an old woman away. "She stays down there for every day the cross is missing. But that's one thing, our wedding is another. We're still on for next month." I glanced down at the diamond ring on my finger, engraved with the family crest. Exhaustion washed over me. This whole marriage felt meaningless.

My brother Christopher owned a boutique on Fifth Avenue. I'd gone in, picked out a few pieces, grabbed a silk scarf on the way, and was heading for the door. The clerk behind the register stopped me. "Ma'am, we'll need you to settle this now." I looked up. Her name tag said Yvonne. Unfamiliar face. Probably new. I didn't think much of it. "Just put it on the owner's account," I said politely. "He knows who I am." She gave a little snort through her nose, eyes raking from my hair down to my shoes. "We don't run accounts here. You might have the wrong store." She pushed an itemized bill across the counter. Four hundred thousand dollars. I scanned the line items. Personal Style Consultation. Premium Fitting Service. VIP Client Private Service. Every single charge cost more than the clothes themselves. I let out a short laugh. "I'm a Whitfield. Christopher's my brother. Whatever this is, he can deal with it at home." Her smile got uglier. "Anyone can claim to be a Whitfield, sweetheart. Are you trying to skip out on the bill, or are you just trying to embarrass yourself?" I didn't bother arguing. I pulled out my phone and texted Christopher: [Fire the clerk named Yvonne in the next ten minutes, or I pull every dollar I have in this store.]

Wendy Lloyd's first love, Hudson Clark, treats me like a walking blood bank. Because of that, I end up dying in the rented apartment Wendy has given to me out of contemptuous pity. Today is the third day of my death. My six-year-old son, Terry Heath, finally realizes that something is wrong with me. When he accidentally cuts his finger from playing with his toys, I don't coax him at all. When he tears open a pack of cookies and feeds one to me, I don't stop him at all. When he lies in my arms and grips me by the hem of my shirt while calling out to me softly, I don't respond to him at all. Feeling rather uneasy, Terry finds my phone and calls Wendy. "Mommy, why is Daddy still asleep?" Wendy responds by sending a photo of her and Hudson enjoying a holiday feast together. She then says coldly, "He's just asleep, not dead. Today is Christmas Eve, so I'm very busy right now. "Tell that arrogant father of yours that he's only free to visit me whenever he's ready to acknowledge his mistakes." After that, the call ends. Terry is left feeling stunned for a long time. Finally, he digs out the last cookie from the trash can and snaps it in half. Then, he feeds it to me again. "Daddy, let's eat."

"You like that?" he whispered, taking my earlobe in his mouth, and my lips parted. My breath came in short bursts, and everything blurred at the feel of his tongue on my index and middle fingers. He began sucking on them while his left hand slipped under my shirt, and a loud moan escaped me. My back arched of its own accord as his fingers began to rub circles around my rock-hard nipples, teasing them and another puddle moistened the already damp surface as my legs took on a life of their own and spread wider. ……. Scarlett Ford was a young woman from a humble background who found herself in the midst of luxury when she was taken in by the wealthy and powerful Sterling family. As she became more entrenched in their glamorous lifestyle, she fell in love with Reed, the eldest son of the family. However, Scarlett's mother, who was a chief maid in the Sterling household, warned her against pursuing the relationship, knowing that the matriarch, Colette de Beauvoir, would never approve of a romance between her son and a maid's daughter. Colette was a powerful woman who firmly believed in the social hierarchy that separated the wealthy from the poor. Despite her mother's warnings, Scarlett was determined to be with Reed and was blind to Colette's prejudices. As Reed took over his father's position as head of the family, the stakes became even higher. Would Scarlett be able to change Colette's narrow-minded views, or would everything fall apart?

I was performing the hundredth "restoration" surgery on my mafia husband's latest mistress when I finally decided to leave him. For five years, I, Isabella Rossi, have lived a double life: the respected wife of a powerful Don, and the personal physician tasked with "purifying" the women he discards. Vincent's twisted religious conviction is his law: only a wife untouched by any other man can bear his legitimate heir. I was that pure wife, yet he treated me as his most unclean possession. My love for him died a slow death. A thousand empty nights. It was killed by the cold steel of my own operating table. By the sounds of other women boasting about his touch. The five-year prenuptial agreement that bound me to this hell was set to expire at midnight. I had already called my grandfather, the only man Vincent truly fears. My escape was hours away. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late.

For five years, Annabelle Boroughs toiled day and night to be the perfect, loyal wife to Travis, her first love, whom she met in a club and had a one-night stand with. However, her world came crashing down when Travis abruptly divorced her to reunite with his ex-lover, Samantha, the same woman who had cheated on him years ago. The same woman who had led him with her cruel words to the bar where they met. But little did Travis know that Annabel wasn't just any regular divorcee; she was the daughter of a wealthy and powerful businessman, a secret she had nurtured for years, one that would make him regret his decision. With her newfound influence and wealth, Annabel is determined to make Travis pay for his betrayal. But at what cost? What happens when she finds out she has his seed growing inside of her?

Roslyn never stood a chance of mating with Alpha Dane. The man was a hard-nosed pack leader of the Blood Moon Pack and plain darn scary. And somehow, it just seemed to be her fate that's just the way things are sometimes. She figured that everything would be fine in the end since he was her fated mate but then he ripped her heart out right in front of the whole pack. Sold to her parents, dragged through every physical and emotional depth, Roslyn's whole existence had been one extended string of humiliations and torture. Then, just when it couldn't possibly get any worse for her, fate stepped in and slapped her in the face with an entirely new Alpha who was somehow more lethal than the first. Now, in a bad timing move, Roslyn is stuck in the middle of two Alphas, one who totally destroyed her and one who's now laying claim to her. So then the question is does she want revenge or find a way to redeem herself? Is she going to try to forgive and forget, or just go out and destroy everything? And then on top of all of that, the mate bond that just totally fell through in her face can it ever actually be fixed? The issue is, though, that in werewolf existence, power is a vastly different concept than love. Sometimes the hardest thing for the heart to decide is when to grasp and when to just fight plain.

At my mother's funeral, I caught my husband passionately kissing a sales associate at the local department store. When I confronted him about it, he turned the tables and accused me of being paranoid and delusional. Later, I discovered she had been calling my husband "daddy" in their text messages. The betrayal left me emotionally numb, and I decided to step aside, giving them my blessing. What I did not expect was discovering that she was not just involved with my husband—she had been sleeping around with multiple men. When my husband finally learned the truth, he came crawling back to me with tears streaming down his face, begging for forgiveness. By then, I had already moved on with my life and wanted nothing to do with him.