The Blind Banker Sherlock

One is the cursed one, the most feared and hated in the pack, because of his hybrid bloodline, who is considered rude as an Alpha. One is the blessed one, who's also looked down upon by others because of her soft nature Who's an Omega. Both have lost their parents and are deprived of love. Both have some secrets which they can't tell others, when the secrets are revealed, what is going to happen? After being saved by Odin, Rain the blind wolf started falling for him thinking of him as her mate. But Odin is cruel and rude towards others. Even his pack members are feared of him. Still, taking pity on Rain he treats her with kindness. When she will start thinking of his kindness as a form of love, how will he react to it? When Odin will have to face his past head-on, will their relationship remain the way it was before? Or will they go their ways? Will they be able to fight back against their cruel destiny and be together as mates? Will an Alpha and an Omega have a Happy ending?

Soren Voss has spent years keeping his life and desires under control. His sexuality is a secret, one night stands are his favourite routine and the hotel room he reserves is the only place he can be himself. Then Juno Ames walks in looking warm, confident and freshly heartbroken, he sees right through Soren’s walls. One night together changes everything and makes Soren question everything he thought he could control. Family pressure keeps increasing, blind dates are being arranged and Soren could only think of one option, a fake engagement which is supposed to be simple and safe. But Juno isn’t just part of the plan, he’s the one who makes Soren feel things he has never allowed himself to feel and the one person Soren can’t stop thinking about. Pretending to be in love was easy, actually falling for the man who understands him completely? That’s the one thing Soren can’t control.

On the eve of the wedding, my fiancé's adopted sister was drugged at a bar and called for help. Her body was burning with fever. I grabbed my fiancé as he was about to rush out. "Take her to the hospital. Doctors have proper antidotes." Julian Zane slapped me for suggesting that. There was a savagery in his eyes I had never seen before. "Nora, do you have any conscience at all? Elena is suffering a fate worse than death, and you're still nitpicking?" He yanked off his tie and spoke in a hoarse tone. "She's the sister I've cherished since childhood. I will save her even if I have to sacrifice myself to do it." I watched him undo his shirt buttons with his trembling fingers. Elena, flushed and feverish, fell into his arms. The private room door slammed shut in front of me. The sounds of passion inside struck me like blow after blow, shattering five years of blind devotion into dust.

Anthony Lake, my wealthy fiance, falls in love with Lila Hart, a blind professional dancer, and insists on breaking off our engagement, even though I am the heiress of a powerful family in the region. To preserve the alliance between our families, I seek out renowned doctors to treat Lila and set the stage to support her comeback. However, she accuses me of humiliating her and insists on jumping into a river to prove her resolve. Ten years later, my former fiance has taken control of the region. He swallows up my family's assets and drives us to the brink of suicide. "This is the price you pay for killing her!" Then, I open my eyes, and I'm back in the moment where Anthony publicly confesses his love to Lila. This time, I walk straight toward Shane York, the silent mining tycoon from the northwest, who is quietly sitting in the corner. I wrap my arm around his neck, place his hand on my waist, and command him to kiss me.

Three years into our marriage, I finally learned from my husband. I went looking for love somewhere else. Three years ago, when his family went bankrupt, I handed him every cent I had. I nursed his dying grandfather. To support his entrepreneurial venture, I accompanied investors in drinking until I suffered stomach hemorrhages—time and time again. In the end, he honored his grandfather's dying wish and married me. Then he got blind drunk on our wedding day and walked out before the vows were finished. He said he hated me. Hated me for driving his childhood sweetheart Seraphina away. Hated me for costing him the only woman he ever loved. Our marriage was his revenge. Until the day Seraphina came home, and I slid the divorce papers across the table. The man who swore he hated me went red in the eyes, staring at the kiss mark on my throat…

The zombie apocalypse had arrived, and pets could transform into guardians to protect their owners—each person was allowed no more than three. My best friend had spent a fortune on three Tibetan mastiffs. The landlord cleared out a fish tank to raise a crocodile. My boyfriend? He had stormed the zoo and dragged a lion home. And me? I only had three stray cats. The eldest was blind, the second one limped, and the youngest had just turned one month old. The moment the apocalypse system announced that pet slots were locked, I knew I was doomed. I tried to hide with my three disabled cats, hoping to survive quietly. Day one of the apocalypse: terrified… Day two: helpless… Day three: my cats sauntered over, tails swishing, carrying some unidentifiable object. "Mama, I bit off all the zombie heads on this street. How's that? Solid enough?" I was rendered speechless.

Before the day of my husband's succession as the Don, my stepsister personally tattooed the "Inverted Angel's Eye"—the mark of a traitor—onto my back. My husband didn't just turn a blind eye; when the family vendetta broke out, he withdrew all the elite guards to protect my "pregnant" stepsister, leaving me alone in a defenseless city to face the slaughter.  "Elena, you are strong enough to protect yourself. But Sophia is fragile, and she is carrying my firstborn. She needs the protection more than you." Facing a siege of heavy firepower, I survived by the skin of my teeth. He thought I would swallow the insult for the sake of the family's reputation. He didn't expect that I would kick open the doors of his coronation ceremony wearing mourning weeds, flanked by the FBI and the Commission, and personally strip him of his title. "Goodbye, Lorenzo. This time, I choose to be the Don."

Forced to take her sister's place as bride to the ruthless Lycan King Sebastian, Eleanor faces a marriage filled with cruelty and humiliation. Though she is his destined mate, Sebastian remains blind to their connection, his hatred for her ruining what should have been an unbreakable bond. When her powers emerge on her twentieth birthday, Eleanor finally gains the strength to defy her tormentor. But her bid for freedom ends in tragedy—captured, violated, and left for dead. In her final moments, she makes a desperate plea to the Moon Goddess for a second chance at life. Her wish is granted, sending her back in time with her memories intact and vengeance burning in her heart. But as Eleanor plots her revenge against the Lycan King, she stumbles upon dark secrets that change everything she thought she knew. The web of lies and betrayal runs deeper than she could have imagined, and the true villain may be hiding in plain sight.

“You’re nothing but a gold digger and a lying piece of trash,” Aaron’s voice was icy, his newly healed eyes glaring at Sofia. “Get out of my life.” Forced to marry Aaron after her sister Chloe abandoned him, Sofia devoted herself to the blind heir, only to be betrayed when Chloe returned pretending to be his wife after Aaron’s surgery made him a billionaire CEO. Branded a liar, Sofia was thrown out with nothing but heartbreak—and a secret: she was carrying Aaron’s child. Years later, the timid woman Aaron cast aside is gone. Sofia returns as a fierce, confident woman with wealth, power, and a plan. She’s not here to beg for forgiveness—she’s here to take back the right that was stolen from her twins. The ex-wife everyone underestimated is back, and this time, she’s playing to win. But will revenge be enough, or will old flames spark in the heat of battle?

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. His friend says teasingly, "You sure know how to stage an act, Zachary. Your fiancee cried so much over your fake death that she almost went blind!" Zachary smiles indifferently and says, "Stepping into marriage is like taking one foot into the grave. Of course, I have to have some fun first." I stand in the shadows and watch him bend down to kiss another woman. He then points at the tombstone I had carefully and painstakingly carved for him, laughing until he can't catch his breath. Watching him, I feel like an utter fool. I take out my phone and call my father. "Dad, since Zachary is dead, our engagement is null. Let's pull out of the collaboration with the Gray family's company."