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Life is not full of roses. Sometimes the roses you think you see are never really roses at all. They are thorns hidden between petals. Sienna thought she found love with Dominic Castellano, the second most powerful billionaire in New York City. For three years, she agreed to be his secret girlfriend, believing his empty promises that one day he would make her public. But the universe had other plans. She became a laughing stock when he married a wealthy heiress, leaving her broken and humiliated. Then Sebastian Ashford, Dominic's greatest rival, offered her a proposition: "What if I told you that on the night your parents were murdered, I was there? Would you be my wife for one year and burn Dominic's world to the ground with everyone related to him?" Sienna wanted revenge. She found the means to an end. With nothing left to lose, she agreed to destroy the man who had wasted her time, her years, and her heart. But she should not have fallen in love with this devil of a man who came with a proposition filled with secrets she would never truly know. As secrets unfold and truths emerge, Sienna discovers that the man she gradually fell in love with might actually be behind everything that happened to her. In the end, she must decide if love is worthy of all the chaos, or if some situations demand a different choice entirely.

Matteo Ricci had been Don of the family for a few months now powerful, feared, and unshakably loyal to his family. His marriage to an Irish bride was meant to solidify the alliance between the Riccis and the O’Connells. The Irish believed they had chosen his future wife: Isolde O’Connell, raised and groomed for the role. But Matteo never intended to marry her. He chose Ciara O’Connell instead—the quiet daughter, the overlooked one, the girl the Irish never considered worthy of a Don. His family supported the choice from the beginning, but the O’Connells were blindsided. And Isolde? She was humiliated. Now, as Ciara steps into her new life beside Matteo, the alliance trembles. Isolde’s jealousy turns deadly, and Ciara quickly realizes the truth: someone inside the villa wants her gone. When subtle attempts on her life begin, Matteo and Ciara work together to expose the traitor without igniting a war between their families. To protect Ciara, Matteo must navigate political deception, family expectations, and a hidden enemy who believes Ciara stole the life she deserved. But Matteo didn’t choose Ciara out of obligation—he chose her out of conviction. And he will destroy anyone who threatens her. In a world built on loyalty, power, and blood, Matteo Ricci will fight to keep the woman he chose… even if it means tearing the alliance apart to save her life.

Detective Adrian Cross built his reputation on one principle: criminals don't escape justice. Especially not the ghost from his past—Damien Salvatore, the mafia kingpin who shattered his heart ten years ago and now runs the most dangerous criminal empire in Los Angeles. Their love story began in high school hallways and ended with silence when Damien's family ripped them apart, because Adrian's orphan background is not worthy of their dynasty. Adrian promised himself he would never be vulnerable again. So he became untouchable and brilliant. The LAPD's rising star. Until Damien's face appears on his assignment briefing, and every carefully constructed wall crumbles. To Adrian, this isn't just another case, it's personal. Adrian will stop at nothing to put his first love behind bars, but what happens when their cat-and-mouse game reignites a connection that defies logic and law? Every arrest Adrian makes, every operation he leads, only draws Damien closer to a devastating truth: the detective hunting him is the only person he's ever loved. As bodies pile up and betrayals multiply, Damien makes an impossible choice that will force Adrian to answer one question: Is justice worth losing everything twice? In a city where loyalty is currency and love is leverage, two men will discover that some evidence can't be buried, and some hearts refuse to be captured.

“Wolves of Crescent moon pack, I’ve found my mate and your future Luna. But, she’s not worthy to be your Luna and my mate therefore I’ll do the needful.” He paused and glared at her. “I Nicholas Curtis, son of Alpha Jason Curtis, reject you Andrea Carlson as my mate and future Luna.” He said without any remorse and I gasped. Everything changed for Andrea Carlson when she was mated to the Alpha’s son. Her mate Nicholas Curtis rejected her instantly when he found out she was his mate, he didn’t want a wolf-less mate or an omega. Her heart shattered instantly and begrudgingly accepted the rejection, due to some circumstances, she was banished and made rogue. She resigned herself to a life of misery in the dark forest were she would be killed. But as she left the pack, fate took pity on her and gave her a second chance mate, a dangerous and most feared Alpha who didn’t want a mate, but Dante knew he simply can’t let her go because of his wolf. Andrea did all she could to make Dante love and accept her as his mate and not a ‘betrayal’, with everything happening Andrea discovers sinister plots at her old pack and fights for what was hers to change her life for good. Can Andrea fights the evil ahead of her and finally find happiness with her second chance mate?

Seven years in the Litha Pack's dungeons couldn't break Lyra Odwolf's Huhhh, but discovering her mate might just shatter her heart. Released from prison for crimes she didn't commit, Lyra returns to a world that has forgotten her pain. The Litha Pack destroyed her family, framed her for treason, and stole seven years of her life. Now she was supposed to bow down to the very wolves who ruined her. But fate had other things in store for her, Kael Maxmus, heir to the alpha who imprisoned her, is her destined mate. His father demands he reject the weak wolf who could never be worthy of their bloodline. Yet the mate bond burns between them, impossible to deny. When Lyra discovers that Damon Maxmus, Kael's uncle, locked away and cursed for years, is also her mate, everything changes. Her rare blood holds the power to heal his curse, but it comes with a price that could destroy them all. Because the man she's meant to save is the same monster who murdered her parents. In a world where pack loyalty means everything and second chances are earned with blood, Lyra must choose between revenge and redemption, between the mate who betrays her and the one who destroyed her, between the power to heal and the need to destroy. Some bonds are written by the moon goddess. Others are forged in blood and betrayal.

At the celebration where Lorenzo Alvarez is crowned the new mafia boss, his men arrange a few performances. A dancer in a backless top and short skirt twists around the pole under the lights. "Don't look," he murmurs, covering my eyes with his hand. "This kind of cheap entertainment isn't worthy of you." His men jump in immediately. "Lorenzo still spoils Ms. Valenti after all these years. That kind of devotion is rare. We're so jealous." "A man as loyal and single-minded as Lorenzo is hard to find." I rest a hand on my belly, planning to tell him tonight that I am pregnant. But when I return from the restroom, I see the same man who had just held me in his arms leaning back in his chair while the dancer straddles his lap. Lorenzo slips his business card and a thick fold of cash into the waistband of her skirt. He laughs, relaxed and unbothered. "Isabella is wonderful, sure, but life needs a little passion. This ragazza is just something new. A bit of fun. "Keep your mouths shut. Don't go running to Isabella and upset her. Otherwise, you'll have a problem." Cold rushes through me. I do not approach or confront Lorenzo. I simply take out my phone and answer the email I have been avoiding for days. "I agree to participate in the confidential experiment."

My boyfriend, Karl Boone, was one of the adopted sons my father took in. Before he left, he vowed solemnly, "If I lose this battle, I'm not worthy of marrying you. And if I win, I'll rent out Disneyland and throw a grand wedding for you." I tore up all the marriage contracts from the local noble heirs and waited for him for two full years. But when he returned, he knelt before my father, with a pregnant woman hiding behind him. "I'll sacrifice everything I gained overseas to marry Karen," he said, shielding the woman. "She's innocent and fragile, having suffered through hardships in the slums. She's not like Tabitha, who has had everything from birth." My father's gaze swept over me, and the entire room fell silent. Everyone knew that when I lost my temper, I could tear down the house and make them pay dearly. But instead, I greeted the woman with a sweet smile. "Hi there." That night, I closed my eyes and picked one of the blind boxes containing names of potential suitors. As luck would have it, I picked Karl's arch-enemy. On our wedding day, Karl barged in wearing a bomb strapped to his body. "Tabitha, if you dare marry him, we'll die together!"

I was diagnosed with stomach cancer and needed a total gastrectomy. My husband, who was hailed as a rising star in the medical field, personally performed the surgery on me. However, after the operation, my health only worsened. He told me that the cancer had spread too quickly, and there was no hope left. It was not until I accidentally came across a hidden medical report and a massive insurance policy that I learned the truth—I never had stomach cancer. Not only had he removed my stomach, but he had also taken my uterus. Desperate, I confronted him, asking why he did that to me. He held his mistress in his arms, looking at me with disgust as he said, "If your father weren't the director, do you think I would've married you? You're not even worthy of being in the same room as Mabel. After one more surgery to remove your stomach, I'll be promoted to chief physician. "Didn't you claim to love me so much? I'm just using your body to help me and Mabel get ahead... I'm doing you a favor." Then, he and his mistress threw me off the building, making it look like a suicide. When I opened my eyes again, I had gone back to the day of my stomach surgery.

Eight months pregnant, I went into labor at the exact same time as my husband Jason's sister-in-law after a fall. But Jason thought I was trying to fight for the family inheritance. "Janet, I told you the family has already accepted Rachel's child as the future heir of the Martinez family. I never expected you'd go this far—hurting yourself—just for the so-called birthright. I'm so disappointed in you." According to family rules, the first child born into the Martinez family is the future heir, inheriting everything. They thought that because I married in as an "ordinary" woman, I would covet that inheritance. But that crown? It wasn't worthy of my child. What I never expected was that, the moment Jason walked out, his sister Ashley would deliberately inject me with a drug to stall my labor. "Janet, Rachel's child is the one who should inherit this family. Your baby? He doesn't qualify." "Don't worry. Once Rachel's baby is safely delivered, I'll make sure you're well taken care of." With that, she turned and left me alone in that empty, godforsaken room. The pain was unbearable. I fought with everything I had to protect my baby. I screamed for help, but no one answered. In the end, I pressed the signal button my father had given me. Dad—please, save me and my baby.

My father suffered a heart attack and collapsed. Emergency treatment required the installation of a cardiac stent. I asked my husband to approve an expense of 10 thousand dollars for the surgery. Cameron Lister, the CEO, refused coldly, "The company and family accounts have been frozen recently because of a major project. Your father has medical insurance, so just use a cost-effective domestic stent for now." He was the sole administrator of all the bank cards in my family. His reply made me sorrowfully realize something. Even though I was a genius architectural designer with an annual income of 600 thousand dollars, I was still not worthy of choosing a better life-saving device for my own father. It was a Twitter post forwarded by a colleague, freshly and gleefully posted by the company intern Wendy. [Cameron is so nice. I just said I liked painting, and he gave me a million dollars to organize an art exhibition. I love him so much!] I looked at my father lying on an extra bed in the hospital corridor, groaning in pain, and then looked at the photo of them sweetly embracing each other. I finally understood that Cameron had perhaps never truly loved me. He had only treated me as a stepping stone for his soaring career, and as a tool for him to exploit without limits. 'If this is what you want, Cameron, then don't blame me for being ruthless,' I said inwardly.