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They stripped her of her title. Branded her a traitor. Left her to rot in the forbidden lands. But Mira Wyrmblood didn't die. She rose. From the ashes of betrayal and exile, she built an empire. Now known to the world as The Cyber Empress, she’s no longer the discarded Luna, she’s the woman who owns the game board they once played her on. And she’s not done. When Mira steps into a high-profile gala three years later, all eyes are on her, including his. “Yo—you look like my ex-wife,” “No,” she smirks, brushing past him, “I look like the ghost of your greatest regret.” But just as she reclaims her power, fate throws her another twist. Not one mate. Three. A Lycan King with fire in his veins. An ancient Vampire with secrets older than time. A Warlock Coven Leader with eyes that see too much. “Mine,” they growl. “No,” she snarls back. “I’m not someone you claim.” Mira’s done begging. She’s done breaking. She doesn’t need saving—she is the storm.

Tatum Hollis was once the light of the Hollis family, but she became a discarded heiress the moment her mother passed away. Stripped of her father’s affection and her status, she built a humble life for herself, working as a PR manager for an entertainment firm while caring for her chronically ill brother. One phone call from her estranged father shatters her hard-won peace: she is to be married off to the ruthless CEO, Arden Voss. Trapped with no choice, Tatum enters a marriage of cold convenience. But when the jealousy of Arden’s girlfriend, Brianna, spirals into malice, tragedy strikes. Through a series of clouded judgments and cruel betrayals, Tatum loses everything—her brother and her unborn child—in a single, devastating day. Broken and betrayed, Tatum disappears. Two years later, she returns. She is no longer the helpless girl the Hollis discarded. She is Xanthe, a woman of immense power and iron will. As Arden realizes he has fallen for the woman he once scorned, he finds himself facing a ghost who wants nothing to do with him. He fell too late... but will he ever be able to win her back?

They buried me as a broken, barren Luna. Their mistake was letting me walk away alive. Aurelia My fated mate traded me for my own sister's bed and threw me in a dungeon to rot. He never believed I carried his pup — and never knew that cell would cost me both the baby and my wolf, in a pool of blood. He refused to reject me; he wanted to keep me as his wolfless slave. I'd rather die. So I severed every bond in a forbidden ritual and vanished into the shadows of a rival pack. I'm a ghost now — a wolfless healer rising from the ashes, with a new name, a new face, and a reckoning the Glowing Moon pack never saw coming. I thought I was safe in the dark... until I met the King. Julian I rule with blood and iron. Love was a weakness I never wanted — until her. My court of vipers calls a wolfless Queen a flaw in my crown. Let them try me. I'll burn the world to keep what's mine — but can I breach the walls around her scarred heart before her past consumes us both?

When I was born, my father left me to die beside my mother's corpse in the fields. Why? Because I looked like a ghost—white hair, white eyes—and the chaos that followed my birth terrified him. He didn’t even give me a name. Twenty years later, I’m still wolfless. Still the family punching bag. Still hated by the entire pack. And when the Alpha’s son, my mate and my step-sister framed me, I was sentenced to death by hanging. But death never came. Instead, I was claimed by another mate. The devil himself. Primus Alexander of the Theriakon Pack. The most feared, merciless creature to ever walk the earth. His goal? Find or mold a strong mate and produce an heir. My goal? Find peace, maybe even freedom. Easy enough. Or so I thought. But what happens when friends, loyal subjects and even family try every means to kill me? Because the deeper we fall, the more I uncover the terrifying truth—about his need for a child… and worse what he really is.

Six years ago, Isla Winters was nobody, a shy, invisible wife unloved by the billionaire who married her out of obligation. Jaxon Romano destroyed her with his cruelty, threw her away while she carried his twins, and never looked back. Now, Dr. Isla Vale is everyone, a tech CEO and a genius. When she walks into Jaxon's failing company as his last hope for salvation, he doesn't recognize the broken girl he once called wife. But Isla recognizes him. And she's not here to save him. She's here to destroy him. What Jaxon doesn't know: the brilliant woman dismantling his empire is the ghost of his biggest mistake. What Isla doesn't know: revenge and love are two sides of the same burning coin. And some fires consume everything in their path, including the people who lit the match. In a battle of wills where the stakes are a billion-dollar empire, two hidden children, and a second chance neither of them deserves, only one question matters: Can you forgive the unforgivable? Or does some betrayal cut too deep to heal?

His fingers ghost along her thigh, feather-light, promising ruin. 'Beg for it, principessa,' he murmurs against her ear, 'or I'll make you come until you forget your own name. Again.'" ______ In the shadowed empires of Europe, Elara Voss is the untouchable princess of the German mafia—beautiful, pure, and groomed for absolute loyalty. But beneath her poised exterior burns a secret craving for chaos. Dante Russo, the ruthless king of Rome's underworld, sees her once and obsesses. With eyes like black fire and a reputation for taking what he craves, he orchestrates her kidnapping on the eve of her arranged marriage, forcing her into vows at gunpoint. Now captive in his Rome penthouse, Elara is bound by his rules and if she breaks any, punishments are slow and sinful—teasing touches that leave her trembling, belts that burn, vibrators that torment until defiance melts into desperate whimpers and slick need. She fights back fiercely but every clash deepens the addiction. What starts as vengeance twists into craving, for both predator and prey. In a game of empires and betrayal, one question lingers—who will corrupt whom completely?

[WARNING: SMUTTY PARANORMAL ROMANCE WITH AN OBSESSIVE, POSSESSIVE MMC. DETAILED SMUT AND VIOLENCE.] “Touch her and die.” That’s the first thing Caelum Veyr says to the world after he claims me. I’m no one. A ghost girl in a rotting slum. Unwanted, forgotten, one breath away from death. Until he appears. Violet-eyed, terrifying and kills the man who tried to take me. He says I’m not human, something called a Null. A freak who makes death unravel just by existing. So he forces me into a blood-marriage. Chains me to his supernatural empire., says I belong to him now. The worst part? I want to belong to him. Even though his touch kills, even though every kiss might break the world, even though the prophecy says I’m the end of everything. Now the Death Courts want me erased. The gods fear what I carry, my power is growing. My name is turning divine. And Caelum? He says he’d die for me. Too bad I’d burn the realms for him first.

You want a divorce?" Louis’s voice was cold, unreadable. "Yes," I typed on my iPad. "And this time, I won’t beg." For five years, I was nothing more than a ghost in my own marriage. A substitute bride, a deaf and mute wife who meant nothing to him. Louis never looked at me, never touched me. He paraded his mistresses in front of me, making sure I knew my place, nowhere. But I had secrets of my own. I wasn’t deaf. And I wasn’t weak. When I was kidnapped, I expected Louis to come for me. He didn’t. His indifference shattered me, but it also set me free. I made a deal with the devil, a dangerous man who helped me blackmail my own husband. If Louis wouldn’t let me go, I would destroy him. But things spiraled out of control. Now, I’m trapped. Not just between two dangerous men but between my heart and my freedom. Because despite everything… I think I still love him.

Two years ago, Marilyn Oxford walked out on the most powerful man in the city after treating him like a disposable escort. That single act of reckless pride wounded Raymond Stewart deeper than any business betrayal ever had.    For Raymond, the $500 note wasn't just insulting. It was a declaration of war from a woman who didn't know who he was. He spent the last 24 months hunting her with the same ruthless focus he uses to crush competitors. He doesn't want love. He wants dominance. He wants to make her beg, to make her take every dollar back, to make her admit that she belongs to him. For Marilyn, that night was survival. It was her ‘F*ck you' to the boyfriend who destroyed her on her 21st birthday. She has spent two years rebuilding herself: top of her class, therapy, career-first, never again letting a man control her pleasure or her future. The last thing she needs is the ghost of her ‘best orgasm’, showing up as her terrifying new boss.

I tried to die a hundred times to make him notice me. For two years, I was Shawn Scott’s wife in name only—an unwanted bride bound by a scandal, left to live in the shadow of another woman. My parents only saw my faults. My husband only saw my mistakes. As for me? I saw no way out. Every time I tried to end it, I’d wake up again, bruised and humiliated. I was greeted not with concern, but accusations such as "Why are you so selfish, Zoe Jennings?" or "Why can’t you be more like your sister Yvonne?" It wasn’t until my hundredth suicide attempt that I finally understood: I was the only one fighting for a love that never existed. So, I stopped. I walked away. I disappeared. I gave them what they wanted—my absence. However, when I left, the man who never looked at me twice started chasing the ghost of the woman he thought he knew. By the time he realized what he truly lost, I was already learning how to live again.