The Devil Was An Angel Too

“It would be better if the two of you divorced… just for a while.” The words left Anna frozen in place—but the real blow came a heartbeat later, when Rendy, her husband, agreed without the slightest hesitation. To protect the family’s reputation after their biological daughter became pregnant out of wedlock, Anna was expected to sacrifice everything she had built with Rendy. Under the pretense of repaying kindness for being raised by the family since childhood, she was asked to step aside—to quietly disappear and allow another woman to take her place. Shattered and betrayed, Anna finally walked away, leaving behind the man who had once sworn he would protect her for the rest of his life. But it didn’t take long for Rendy to realize the truth he had willfully ignored for so long. The moment Anna left, everything began to fall apart. The woman he had pushed away… was the only one he could never live without. Now burdened by guilt and haunted by regret, Rendy wants Anna back—no matter what it takes. But Anna is no longer the woman who would wait for him. She belongs to another man now—someone far more powerful.

When I'm on the verge of dying, the kidnapper who has kidnapped me calls my fiance, Connor Weston, who's also the youngest patrol officer in the pack. The call goes through, only for us to hear Connor's voice, which is filled with suppressed rage. "Sylvia Kline, I'll give you three seconds to stop bothering me. Vivian's initiation ceremony will take place at night three days later. If you dare pull off another one of your tricks again—" "Connor…" Blood gushes out of my mouth as soon as I open it. My voice is so hoarse that I don't sound like myself at all. "Save… me…" "Your acting's pretty good," Connor cuts me off, his tone filled with disdain. "Listen, if you dare skip out on the ceremony and embarrass me in front of the entire pack, you can forget about going home." After that, the line goes dead. In the end, I die from mutilation. It's fine, Connor. I can't go home for real this time.

When my wife, Sandra Lane, finally returns from her business trip, I pin her against the wall, my lust overwhelming my rationality. Halfway through our session, Sandra's phone starts ringing all of a sudden. She quickly pushes me off her body before grabbing her phone. "Sandie, I'm feeling a little uncomfortable. Can you check out what's wrong with me?" A racy video is soon sent to Sandra's private chat. Angered, I question Sandra, "Has William gone nuts? Why did he send you these videos? Is he going to keep badgering you just because he can't find himself a wife?" Sandra responds by slapping me instantly. "What the hell are you talking about, Steven? What's with that gutter mind of yours? I've just rescued William from another city! His parents are already dead, so I'm the only one left in his life! Naturally, I'm obligated to take good care of him! "You disgust me to no end, Steven! Hurry up and apologize to me right now, or else we're getting a divorce!" Sandra and I have been married for six years. During these years, she has used divorce as a threat against me multiple times. But when I'm with Sandra, I've already confessed 1001 times to her. Upon noticing my silence, Sandra just smiles smugly, thinking that there's no way I will ever leave her. But this time, she's wrong.

I'm getting married soon—but not to my boyfriend of six years, Soren Cruz. He's the mafia boss based in Mehico and is currently busy "working" with his new underboss, Thea Ramirez. Lately, he's been so swamped with work that he completely forgot about me and our promise to get married on our sixth anniversary. At the Christmas party, he ordered Thea's favorite almond cake. He forgot I'm allergic to almonds. While his friends were messing around, a slice of cake hit me right in the face. I fainted on the spot. When I woke up, I told Mom I didn't want to marry Soren anymore. I'm going back.

I have claustrophobia, yet Luther Jansen abandons me in a stopped elevator so he can bring some flu medicine to his assistant. I ask for a divorce after that. He signs the papers without hesitation and laughs about it with his friends. "She's just throwing a tantrum—her parents are dead, so there's no way she'll leave me. "Besides, there's a 30-day cooling-off period for divorces, right? I'll generously let this matter slide once she regrets this, and she'll be back." The following day, he shares an intimate photo of himself with his assistant. "I want to record every moment of your shyness." I count the days until I'm free. Then, I calmly pack my stuff and make a call. "Can you buy me a flight ticket to Nanderton, Uncle David?"

He betrayed his wife. He buried her memory. And he never knew she carried his sons. Allen Hale had everything—power, wealth, and a woman who loved him without conditions. Until he chose another woman and signed away his marriage without regret. Mia Hale vanished the night their divorce was finalized. The world said she died. Allen believed it—and moved on. But Mia lived. Reborn as Iris Morris, the sole heiress of a legendary billionaire dynasty, she returns years later with unimaginable power… and two twin boys Allen never knew existed. Boys with their eyes. His blood. His past. As Iris quietly dismantles Allen’s empire, he’s forced to face the truth: the woman he destroyed is the one holding his future—and the sons he never deserved. Now regret is no longer a feeling. It’s a reckoning. Mia must decide if the man who broke her heart deserves a place in her sons’ lives… or if some betrayals come with no second chances. Because some loves are realized too late— and some regrets last forever.

Dabby knew better than not to stay away from her stepbrother, not when he bullied, and was determined to make her life miserable. He was HOT! And HOT-tempered.    Not when she was the kind of girl he could never be seen around with. Not when he hated that they were now family, and that they attended the same school. But, she can't. Perhaps, a two week honeymoon vacation with they by themselves, was going to flip their lives forever.  

Ashton Fabregas is a certified playboy. Despite being a product of love, he never imagined or dreamed he would fall in love with a woman. He was contented with his life as a bachelor, with no one dictating or demanding anything from him since he hated being controlled. As a jerk, he always had a new flavor every day and night. But that night came... As he scanned his eyes around the bar, it landed on a woman who caught his attention. Man, she's sexy and gorgeous as hell! So, he quickly approached her and asked her to dance. And when he finally caught the woman's attention, he realized she was drunk as she expertly danced sexily with him in the middle of the dance floor. But what happened to him? Something's not right because he's going crazy thinking about that woman over and over again. It seems like the woman didn't just capture his attention, but also his heart, and hell, he can't allow that to happen just like that! He will also take the woman's heart and claim it. But how can he find her when he doesn't know who she is and where she is? Damn, Ashton Fabregas is very, very doomed as hell!

Selena Bennett never thought her life would spiral so far out of control. Sold to the mafia to settle her father’s gambling debts, she finds herself face-to-face with Adrian Russo, the cold and ruthless mafia don who bought her freedom. But Adrian isn’t just any stranger—he’s the ex-fiancé whose heart she shattered years ago. Adrian is determined to punish Selena for abandoning him without a reason, even as old feelings resurface. But Selena harbors a heartbreaking secret: she broke off their engagement to protect Adrian from a truth she couldn’t bear to reveal. As their lives entangle in the dangerous world of the mafia, buried emotions erupt, betrayal lurks in the shadows, and secrets threaten to destroy any hope of reconciliation. Can they overcome the pain of the past, or will the mafia world tear them apart forever?

When I was having a heart attack, my parents, my brother, and my fiancé were all at our family casino—celebrating Eva, our adopted daughter, at her twenty-first birthday, her official debut into the mafia world. The doctor refused to operate without a legal guardian’s signature. So I called them. My father’s assistant answered. “Sorry, Miss. The Don is in the middle of a toast.” My brother and mother let it ring until it went silent. Finally, my fiancé, Adam, picked up. Music roared behind him. I could hear laughter, glasses clinking. “Cecilia,” he said, impatient. “If you can’t even show up for Eva’s party, stop causing trouble. Today is Eva’s debut. Every Don from three territories is here. Whatever drama you’re playing can wait.” I lost count of how many times they chose her over me. So after this call, I stopped calling. I signed my own name. My family thought I’d finally learned to be obedient. But they should’ve known that in our world, silence only means one thing—I was preparing to disappear for good.