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The most dangerous way to end a blood feud between two families is by uniting them. Helena Rossetti and Salvatore Di Sante are the price of this unholy truce. They are fire and ice. She is a fool, sheltered and believing in the inherent good of people. He is a predator, scarred by the world’s rot, fueled by grief and a burning need for vengeance. Salvatore enters this devil’s bargain with one goal: to make his new bride pay—and suffer—for her father’s sins, ensuring her life is a living hell, just as his has been for two years. Helena is determined to survive the gilded cage she’s trapped in, but Salvatore is relentless, intent on stripping her of everything. But under the weight of their forced proximity, a dangerous spark ignites. They will discover that opposite poles don't just attract—they clash violently. Now, they must choose: fight the consuming intensity of their attraction, or surrender to a passion that guarantees mutual destruction.

On my first day at a new hospital, I treated a pregnant woman in critical condition. With the nurses’ help, we stabilized her condition and safely delivered her baby. As soon as she could speak, she reached for her phone. Her voice was filled with pride as she said, “Honey, I gave birth to a son!” The voice that came through the speaker made me freeze. “Baby, you’re amazing!” Those few words were enough to send me spiraling into despair. I had known that voice for ten years. It belonged to my husband, Liam Stretton.

Everyone in the Darkthorne Pack knows one thing about me. I'm human. The unwanted girl with no wolf, no rank, and no place among werewolves. For eighteen years, I've been counting down the days until I can escape the pack that never wanted me. The only person who's ever stood by my side is my best friend, Brock, an omega destined to disappoint his powerful Alpha family. Then everything changes. Brock finally shifts... and becomes someone I barely recognize. Cold. Distant. Cruel. As my eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things begin happening. My senses sharpen. My body burns with impossible power. The same elite wolves who once ignored me suddenly can't stay away. The pack's strongest males are drawn to me, fighting instincts they don't understand. Including Brock. But when my wolf finally awakens, it reveals a truth no one saw coming. I was never human. I belong to an ancient bloodline thought to be lost, one powerful enough to shake the werewolf world to its foundations. Now four powerful mates are bound to me, enemies are hunting me, and the pack that treated me like an outcast suddenly wants me at the center of everything. Too bad I've spent eighteen years learning how to survive without them. They may want to claim me. But they'll have to earn me first.

Her first miscarriage broke her into pieces, infact, they thought she would never rise again. Nichole bled in silence, was humiliated and pushed out of her marital home as nothing. Raymond, her husband, married her into his world only to make her life miserable. On the process, she lost her only child she had waited for years in miscarriage, and her pains forced her to sign the divorce papers that flipped the whole script, creating a turning point to a mind-blowing twist of fate in this book between Nichole and Xavier (the male lead) who saved her when she nearly died and built her into the strong female lead that is coming back for a VENGEANCE! SHE RETURNED not as the broken wife they pitied, but as the ruthless woman who bought her ex husband's empire and turn the wholestory to a rollercoaster. Her husband came to have her back, but things got soar, when she found herself in the nest of forgiveness and true love. Now, the woman who was once erased must choose between forgiveness and healing or to destroy and never look back. Would she leave her husband to have her back or become his WORST KARMA?

She married her sister’s groom. He knew from the start. When Elena Westvale steps into her twin's wedding dress, it’s supposed to be a one-time lie to save her family. But Alexander Thorne—the billionaire groom—recognizes her instantly. He plays along, but not for the reasons she expects. What begins as a calculated arrangement spirals into obsession, betrayal, and a dangerous love neither of them saw coming. Now her sister is back. The secret is out. And Elena is about to find out what it truly costs to steal someone else's place—especially when the heart was never part of the plan.

My parents were stranded in the middle of a blistering desert—no water, temperatures through the roof—while my wife, Michelle Reid, was three miles away building a splash park for her buddy Teddy Williams's dog. By the time I found them, they had already died of thirst. Their bodies were decomposing in the sun. I called Michelle, livid. She brushed it off like it was nothing. "I told you I was in a meeting. They're just lacking a little water. Relax." Then she added, "If they're still alive, don't give them any water. Let Teddy 'stumble' onto them during his livestream—he can hand them a bottle on camera. It'll be great for his numbers." She paused awhile before continuing, "And if they're already dead? Say Teddy found them. Makes his survivalist act look more legit." I laughed—because every word out of her mouth was for Teddy. But she didn't realize: the ones who died of thirst were her parents—my in-laws.

Nicolas King once placed his trust in everyone except the one who held his heart, ignorantly pushing Aria Williams away along with the future of love and happiness he envisioned with her. Only in hindsight did he grasp the gravity of his mistake. Now, five years later, she returns consumed by a singular purpose: to seek revenge and make those who tortured and attempted to kill her pay for their mistakes. Meanwhile, he embarks on a pursuit to reclaim her affection, rebuild the trust he once shattered, and reignite the flame of her love. However, the path to his redemption is filled with obstacles, for she is determined to protect her heart and the little ones she vowed to keep safe with her life, making his journey difficult. Yet, undeterred, he presses on, fueled by the fervent hope of winning back the woman he foolishly let slip through his fingers five years ago."

I was reborn on the day my parents forced me to swear a blood oath before the Moon Goddess. They wanted me to swear I'd give up my mate, Damien — hand him over to my sister, Vivienne. The first time around, I'd refused. I'd cried and fought and begged. I tried everything to make Damien see the truth. I pleaded with my parents to tell him the real story, to stop letting Vivienne impersonate me. All I got in return was Damien's deepening hatred. I'd run from the territory in desperation, trying to find Damien and explain face to face. I was ambushed by rogue wolves on the way. Left bleeding out in the dirt. With my last shred of strength, I reached out through the pack mind-link, begging Damien for help. His voice cut through my mind, cold as ice. "Drop the act. I'm done with your little sympathy plays." "Don't interrupt my Mating Ceremony with Vivienne." Then he severed the link without a second thought. I died alone in the wilderness. The last thing I heard was the distant roar of celebration from the pack territory — Damien and Vivienne's Mating Ceremony. This time, I clenched my fists until my nails bit into my palms. This time, I would never beg again.

It wasn't the end of the world when I caught my husband cheating on me. That's when I found out who he really was. It wasn't just that his lover was blooming with his child. He had made her glow with love. His long-lost love. The woman's fate picked over me. I was told to run by everyone. Leave him alone. Start over. But I don’t run anymore. And I don’t break softly. Because my husband, the Alpha who swore he loved me, forgot who he married. He forgot about the family tree I never told him about. The one strong enough to destroy an entire pack. While he hides behind his fated mate, someone else steps into my life. A man with eyes like frozen smoke. A billionaire Alpha with darker feelings than my husband ever dared hold. A man who touches me like I’m a secret he’s been hungry for. I know he wants payback. I know he’s using me. Maybe I’m using him too. But then the woman leaves. My husband begins to lose everything his company, his pack, his mind and a furious truth about my own ancestry detonates beneath my feet. Worse? The woman carrying his child might not be the only one pregnant. Because fate has its own strange sense of humor… and my body has its own secret growing inside it. Now one man wants to claim me. One wants to ruin me. And one of them is hiding the most terrible truth of all. Tell me Should I stay the victim? Or become the storm none of them will survive? Because tonight, someone loses everything. And it sure as hell won’t be me.

The day I remarried Caitlyn Sullivan, the fake heir set my adoptive mother on fire and left her face burned beyond recognition. The moment I called the police, I was knocked unconscious. When I opened my eyes again, Caitlyn had personally replaced my face and made me take the blame for the fake heir. Three years later, on the day I was released from prison, Caitlyn's legal team was on standby around the clock. If there was even the slightest sign of revenge from me, they were ready to send me to a psychiatric hospital for another three years. My daughter even used money I had given her to build a 99-story safe house to hide the fake heir on the top floor. She named it Mason Tower. The fake heir was Mason Sheppard. They were terrified that I would hurt Mason in the slightest. But I disappeared from their lives as if I had never existed. The next time we met was in front of my food cart where I sold gourmet burgers. I lit the gas stove, casually wiped my oily hands on my apron, and skillfully sliced open buns. In a calm voice, I said, "A dollar for an extra egg, and two dollars for a spicy patty." Caitlyn's fingers trembled slightly. Her voice turned hoarse. "I'm allergic to eggs. Our daughter can't eat spicy food." She paused. "Did you forget?" I didn't need to remember. I only needed to remember that after selling 33 more burgers, I would have enough money to pay off the remaining balance for the grave next to my adoptive mother's.