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My son was kidnapped by rogue wolves during training. Ethan used all his connections as Beta to finally locate him in an abandoned hunting lodge. When I burst through the door, Tyler was already lying on the ground. His chest was a bloody mess, his heart ripped out completely. I chased after the rogue wolves like a mad she-wolf, desperate to retrieve his heart, but I was too late. Unable to bear the devastation, I collapsed and fell from the cliff edge. Ethan carried me to the pack healer's den, his face deathly pale. Before the healing ritual began, he gripped my hand tightly, his voice trembling: "Serena, you can't give up. Our son is already gone. I can't lose you too..." But when I regained consciousness, I found an anonymous text message on my phone. I opened it and heard a recording. "Beta Gray, you have already found another heart donors. Why specifically choose young Tyler? He's so young, and he's your son..." "He was just a tool to save Lucas. I raised him all these years—taking one heart isn't too much to ask, is it?" "Besides, the pack healer said a blood relative's heart has the smallest chance of rejection. Lucas is mine and Vivian's life. I can't bear to see him suffer even a little." My entire body shook violently. I could barely hold the phone. The man who repeatedly claimed to love me was the murderer who killed my son for his illegitimate child with his mistress. The marriage I thought was happy was nothing but an elaborate deception.

Kimberly Walker was betrothed to.Roland Carter since she was sixteen years old. Roland was handsome, wealthy, and charming and represented everything Kimberly thought she needed. But that illusion shattered the night she caught him entangled in her sister’s arms.  She was angry and heartbroken, and recorded their betrayal before they even realized she was there. As her world collapsed, she fled, only to crash into Damien Carter—the one man Roland despised more than anyone. In a reckless bid for revenge, she kissed Damien, igniting a spark neither of them saw coming. Damien was arrogant and ruthless, but he was devastatingly handsome. And carried himself with so much grace and class. After he experienced that kiss, he knew things would never remain the same between Kimberly and him.  Roland refused to let go, swearing that his betrayal had been a mistake..  When the formidable matriarch, Mrs. Evelyn Carter, saw the evidence of Roland’s betrayal, and the picture of Kim kissing Damien, she made her decision—Kimberly would belong to Damien. An instant marriage followed, binding Kimberly to a man she barely understood.  But marrying Damien Carter came with a price. Damien was unwilling to give his heart to Kim. Meanwhile, Roland, fueled by jealousy, sought every opportunity to prove that Kimberly belonged to him, exploiting the cracks in her fragile new marriage. As family conflicts escalated, Kimberly had to navigate a dangerous game where she constantly had to prove her loyalty to Damien. In a world where wealth dictated fate, Kimberly was about to discover that trading one Carter for another was only the beginning of her battle. Will she be able to conquer Damien's heart? Or is there a chance to return to Roland, her first love who claims he still loves her? ---

Sage Monroe lost everything when her father's company collapsed in scandal. Desperate and broke, she applies for a job at the one place she swore she'd never go. Greyson Enterprises. Run by her stepbrother Kaid, the cold billionaire who's made it clear he hates her family. But Kaid doesn't offer her a job. He offers her a deal. A contract marriage to save her family and his reputation. She'll play the devoted wife in public while he uses her to complete his revenge against her father. What Sage doesn't know is that Kaid destroyed her father's company. That he's been planning this for years. That the car accident that killed his mother and paralyzed his sister wasn't an accident at all but murder orchestrated by James Monroe. As hate turns to obsession and fake marriage becomes real passion, Sage discovers she's pregnant. But before she can tell Kaid, his mistress Vivian pushes her down the stairs. The baby is lost and Sage's world shatters. Then the truth comes out. Vivian isn't just Kaid's ex. She's James Monroe's illegitimate daughter. Sage's half sister. And she's been playing both sides, manipulating Kaid's revenge to destroy both families and take Greyson Enterprises for herself. Now Sage and Kaid must choose between vengeance and love. Between destroying each other and saving what's left of their broken families. Because the real enemy has been hiding in plain sight all along.

On the first day back after the New Year break, I returned to find my workstation gone—replaced by two large trash bins sitting side by side. "Josh, even though you've been with the company for ten years, you still have to comply with company arrangements. "You were supposed to be reassigned before the holiday. We held off so you could enjoy your New Year. You should be grateful." As he spoke, my boss pointed toward a corner beside the restroom. There sat a set of low, worn desk and chair—something that looked like it had been discarded by an elementary school. I set my bag on it. The desk wobbled twice, then collapsed outright. Amid the muffled snickers around me, I didn't argue or make a scene. I simply looked at the boss, calm and steady. "You don't have to go through all this trouble to force me out. I'll resign now. I'll forfeit the compensation—just process it as quickly as possible." His eyes lit up, though his face feigned regret. "Since you've made up your mind, there's not much I can say. But the Vespere chip you've spent ten years developing belongs to the company—you have no right to take it with you. "Oh, and when you handle the paperwork, don't forget to pay for that cup of coffee in your hand. It's an employee benefit. As an outsider now, you'll have to cover the cost." I nodded and signed the termination agreement without resistance. But the moment I stepped out of the company, I activated the self-destruct program embedded deep within the chip's core.

Four years ago, I committed the ultimate sin. I almost killed my adoptive mother, and for that, I was sentenced to a living hell. My father caged my wolf, stripped my dignity, and bartered me off like livestock to a ruthless CEO to seal a blood alliance. I didn't fight. I didn't scream. I quietly accepted the chains and walked away from the fated mate bond I shared with my step-brother. Damon Enzo Vitale was my first heartbreak—the man I once loved, and the man who truly hated me. Now, I’m back in Vesper City, but the girl Damon once knew is gone. In her place stands a woman shattered by a monster’s touch, clutching a dying daughter to her chest. I have nowhere left to run except into the arms of the man I once sacrificed everything to leave. -- Ophelia Vitale is a harbinger of ruin and a shameless seductress. Four years ago, she brought our family to the brink of collapse and walked away from the fated mate bond we shared without a backward glance. I, Damon Enzo Vitale, have spent every night since fueling my hatred for her, trying to burn away the memories she left branded on my soul. But the woman who collapsed on that highway isn’t the girl I remember. She’s covered in scars I can’t explain and carrying a child with my family's eyes. As I look into the trauma she’s desperate to hide, the foundations of my world begin to crack. Was my hatred truly valid? Or had I been blinded by a web of lies designed to destroy us both?

My best friend has always been stingy to the bone, so the moment she volunteers to buy a bottle of water for the heir to Bellaris' most powerful family, who collapsed from heatstroke, I know she has been reborn, too. In my previous life, she and I sat for the college entrance exam together, and when the results were announced, we both got the same high score. Both of us had our eyes on Kingsley University, yet the admissions quota was limited, and neither of us wanted to jeopardize our friendship, so we kept delaying our application. In the blink of an eye, it was the last day to file our applications, and as I was about to start on mine, I stumbled upon the heir to Bellaris' most powerful family, who happened to be suffering from heatstroke. I not only bought him a bottle of water, but I also held an umbrella over him until he came to. By the time he regained consciousness, I had already missed the submission deadline. My best friend submitted hers just in time and got accepted into Kingsley University. Because I never submitted mine, the opportunity to attend university slipped past me. However, the heir apparent was touched by my act of kindness, and he asked for my hand in marriage. In the end, I married him and became a socialite, whereas my best friend, despite getting into Kingsley University, was overwhelmed by the demanding curriculum. Watching me live with more money than I could spend, she was fueled with jealousy until one day, she snapped and stabbed me. The moment I open my eyes again, my best friend and I are back on the day the heir to Bellaris' most powerful family passes out from the heat.

My father raised me on one principle: fair exchange. If I wanted anything, I had to earn it myself. Fifty cents for washing the dishes. A dollar for mopping the floor. Five dollars for a perfect score on a test. To buy the pair of white sneakers I had been dreaming of, I spent three months collecting recyclables. In that house, I lived like a pieceworker, paid by the task. It was not until my senior year of high school that everything began to crack. I collapsed during morning study, my body worn down by years of malnutrition. The doctor said I needed better nutrition. My father stood by my hospital bed and started doing the math. "Three hundred for the hospital stay. Two hundred for medication. Chester, this all goes on your tab for the future." I turned my head and saw a boy in a school uniform in the next bed. His father was feeding him spoonfuls of chicken soup, his eyes red with worry. In that moment, the world I had known for 18 years fell apart. It turned out not every child had to earn their parents' love. After I was discharged, I went home and saw the pair of designer sneakers on my brother's feet; it was worth thousands. That was when I finally woke up. I tore up the family photo and, without hesitation, applied to the college farthest from home. Ten years later, my father called me in tears. My brother had taken all his retirement savings, sold the house, and run off with his girlfriend. He was left with nothing. No home. No one. I smiled and tossed him a rag. "Want a place to stay? Sure. It's 50 cents per window. Earn your own rent."

On the night of the Blood Moon ceremony, Alpha Caden stood at the altar and rejected the woman who had loved him for six years. He spoke the words calmly, like he had practiced them, and Aria fell to the ground in front of three hundred wolves who did not move to help her. She got up on her own, walked out of that circle with her chin raised and her legs shaking, and told herself she was going to survive it the same way she had survived everything else in her life. She was cast out before dawn with one bag and her dead mother's photograph, and she collapsed alone in the Darkwood in the rain, broken and bonded to nothing. She was supposed to disappear quietly. What nobody knew, not even Aria herself, was that the rejection had not broken her. It had unlocked something in her blood that had been hidden and waiting for three generations, something so powerful that the most feared Alpha on the continent took one look at her and said she smelled like the Moon Goddess. His name is Zane, and he is nothing like any man she has ever met before. He is hard and scarred and completely honest, and he offers her protection without any softness attached to it, and somehow that feels safer than anything Caden ever gave her. Now Aria is training and growing stronger every single day, and the wolf world is beginning to realize that the woman they cast out was not ordinary at all. Caden is realizing it too. And he ask for forgiveness. But Aria is not the girl who fell in that circle anymore, and by the time everyone understands exactly who she has become, it will already be too late.

At the party celebrating Ryan making partner, his childhood friend, Jenna knew I was deathly allergic to peanuts, yet she deliberately put peanut syrup in my drink. I drank it, Within seconds, my throat began to tighten, constriction seizing my windpipe like a closing fist. Panic flared in my chest as a suffocating wave of heat rushed to my face. Desperate, I grabbed my emergency allergy spray from my purse. Instead, a harsh minty sting sprayed into my throat. She had swapped my medication with a mint spray. I turned pale and collapsed onto the hardwood floor, clawing at my neck, gasping for even a shred of oxygen. Jenna laughed so hard that tears welled in her eyes. "Wow, Isabella Moretti. Someone get this girl an Oscar for that performance. I’ve been a nurse at the top hospital in Chicago for five years, and I’ve never seen anyone throw a tantrum like this over a splash of syrup." I crawled toward Ryan on my hands and knees, biting my lower lip until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. "Ryan... please... call 911... I can't breathe..." Ryan looked down at me."Stop pretending, Isabella. Nobody drops dead from a little drink. Jenna is a medical professional. If you were actually in danger, she’d be the first to know." With that, he turned his back on me. I stopped begging. Using my final shred of strength, I triggered the phone's emergency SOS. A silent distress signal and my live GPS location immediately shot straight to my father.

I was dying from my fear of heights, but my husband, Don Vincent, was busy with his assistant, savoring the latest coffee flown in from Hawaii that morning. "You're a grown woman, Bella. What's the big deal? You're stuck on a roof, figure it out." Then he hung up on me. I collapsed onto the hot tar of the roof, my body shaking uncontrollably before everything went black. It was two hours before building security found me. When I got home, I asked Vincent for a divorce. He rubbed his temples, his patience worn thin, looking at me as if I were a child throwing a tantrum. "Over a cup of coffee? I told you, the heights are all in your head. You’re perfectly safe now. Stop making a scene alright? What's this nonsense about a divorce? I have more important things to deal with. Calm yourself down." I stared at his back as he left, tears already streaming down my face. Something important? Did he really think I couldn't hear his assistant, Sophia, murmuring in the background? Did he think I didn't know he took her to the last family gathering? I had loved Vincent for three years. Everyone knew he was the center of my world. They all thought an orphan like me could never leave him. But now, all the love I had was eclipsed by a profound, soul-crushing exhaustion. I was done. I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't touched in three long years. "Uncle, book me a flight to Seattle. I'm ready to leave Vincent."