The Seven Lords In Order

Odessa Neilson believes her life will somehow change after getting engaged to Matteo, until the night of their engagement party. Until she is falsely accused of stealing and cheating from her fiance. And as a final step in getting rid of her, Matteo tells his two closest friends to defile and murder Odessa after he has rejected her as his mate. But, just as Odessa is about to die, fate grants her the chance to be reborn in a time opposite to her own in order to alter the events that led to her untimely death and exact her sweet revenge. And there, she realizes that she has taken on the identity of Claudette Silverstone, the last surviving heiress of the Silver Moon Pack. Being the last surviving heiress, Claudette, will use her role as the most desired Luna Bride of the Silver Moon Pack in order to manifest her resolute mission to avenge herself from those men who have wrong and killed her.

Dorothy Geronimo is the only daughter of Daisy Geronimo. Both of them lived a poor life, struggling in order to survive. Dorothy stopped studying in order to take care of her sick mother. As she was looking for a job in the city, she saw that the famous billionaire, Danmar Bertrand, was hiring a maid so she applied and passed. In her stay there, she met Gabriel Bertrand, the billionaire's stepson, who's as cold as ice, stubborn as a kid and someone obsessed with wealth. As days went by, Dorothy slowly get to know more about the billionaire's past life. What if Dorothy found out that she is the billionaire's heiress and long lost daughter? Will there be people who will hinder her from getting her throne? And Gabriel, after he found out that he's not the soon-to-be heir, will he give up the wealth he's been dreaming to possess for the sake of the true heiress? Find out by reading this book.

MJ agrees to a marriage of convenience with her boss, CEO Julius, to cover her father’s medical bills—nothing more, nothing less. In order to appease his dying grandfather, who demands that Julius marry and have a child in order to preserve the family fortune, Julius needs a wife. When the grandfather dies, the marriage will be dissolved and MJ will get the money she sorely needs in return for her cooperation. But as they go through with their fake marriage, a bond that neither of them had expected develops between them. Julius, known for his business-first personality, starts to let his guard down, revealing a side of him that’s unexpectedly tender. As their arrangement draws to a close, MJ, who vowed never to fall in love, begins to cross the fine line between duty and love. Will their feelings lead to something permanent, or will they part ways in the end, with broken hearts and shattered dreams? Can a marriage built on a lie become something more, or is it doomed to fail?

My fated mate left the pack, heartbroken, after I rejected him. Seven years later, he returned with his new mate-to-be. By then, the pack doctor had given me my final diagnosis. "Extreme wolf spirit decay." It was irreversible. My wolf would be gone within months. My life was at its end. My fated mate, Alpha Roric, now the most powerful Alpha in North America, smirked when he saw me. I was pale and thin, leaning on my sister for support. "Ayla. Seven years, and you're too weak to even stand straight? When you rejected me, didn't you say that beta was a better match? Where is he now?" His voice dripped with hate. I just tugged on the sleeves of my coat, hiding the way my fingers trembled. A tell-tale sign of my power slipping away. "It's just a cold." Roric's gaze swept over me like ice. "In that case, you should come to my Mating Ceremony with Cressida. I'll save you the best seat." I just smiled. "I can't. I'll be going somewhere far away soon. I'm sorry." Then, pulling my sister with me, I turned and melted into the shadows.

It had been seven years since I broke the mate bond with Dark Wood Pack's Alpha, Shane Lewis. I ran a floral boutique in the Neutral Zone. On an ordinary day, a little girl stood at the door and was staring at me in a daze. She looked about six or seven years old. She was very pretty. Something about the curve of her eyes and brows felt strangely familiar, especially those amber eyes. Our gazes met. In an instant, memories flooded my mind like a movie reel. They were memories that had once caused me unbearable pain. I quickly called out to her. "Hey there, kid. Do you want to try this candy? "It's made from primrose. It's very sweet." She accepted the candy and listened as I talked casually. I told her that I used to be the Luna of Silver Moon Pack. I once had a primrose estate. Unfortunately, someone took it from me. I told her I once had a daughter too. She should be about the same age as the girl now. The girl looked curious. "Do you hate the bad people who took your things?" she asked. I looked at her for a long time and smiled. "Not anymore," I said.

She was supposed to be dead. Seven years ago, Aria Moretti vanished the night her entire mafia family was slaughtered in a coordinated massacre that shook New York to its core. The world mourned the loss of the Moretti empire. Her enemies celebrated. Everyone assumed the sheltered nineteen year old princess had burned with the rest of them. They were wrong. Aria survived pregnant, alone, and running for her life. She fled to Lagos, gave birth in hiding, and spent seven years becoming someone her father never allowed her to be: dangerous. Now she’s back. Not for closure. Not for peace. For revenge. But the moment she steps foot in Manhattan, she collides with the one man she never expected to see again Dante Russo, the soldier she loved and was forced to betray to survive. He’s no longer the loyal soldier from her father’s organization. He’s a self-made billionaire by day and the city’s most powerful crime lord by night. Ruthless. Untouchable. Still devastatingly attractive. He demands she marry him. Not for love for survival. Dante needs a wife to legitimize his expansion into international markets. Aria needs his protection and access to his network to hunt her family’s killer. Six months. One contract. No feelings. No lies. Except Aria is hiding the biggest lie of all.

There's an unwritten rule in the Chicago Outfit. The Don never keeps a mistress for more than a hundred days. When the hundred days are up, the women he’s finished with always take the money and leave quietly. Once, someone asked him, unwilling to accept it: “Why?” Santino Falcone smiled softly.“Because I love my wife.” Everyone knew that his wife of seven years was his weak spot. But this new mistress wouldn’t behave.Emboldened by his favor, she sent me a taunting text message. “Arabella, isn’t your husband cute when he’s asleep in my arms?I’ve got plenty more photos. I can send them to you if you want.” “I’m his one true love. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll step down and give me your place as his wife.” I didn’t argue with her.Instead, I generously gave her my wedding ring. Because what she didn't know was that I had gotten my memory back. I was never the orphan Santino saved. I am the long-lost princess of New York’s most powerful family, missing for seven years. In three days, my brother Matteo’s armored motorcade will arrive in Chicago to take me home.

Restaurateur and self-exiled heir Lucien Lenault's first look at the breathtaking young chef trainee for his trendy Chicago restaurant is a shock. She’s Elise Martin, daughter of a wealthy French fashion designer. She’s also the holder of a secret that could explode his carefully laid plans. Notorious for her flagrant exhibitionism, and for flouting the respectable façade of her aristocratic background, the coquine’s wild streak shocked most people. Not Lucien. He was tempted by it. It was a deliriously punishable offense as far as Lucien was concerned. But taking on Elise is more than a game. She’s a catastrophe waiting to happen, an inferno that’s burned many a lover. Lucien isn’t most men, however, and he won’t allow her to manipulate him. In order to control the defiant beauty—in order to see her submit—he’s going to have to willingly walk in the flames…

Ellie has been force to live the life of a rogue for the last ten years after her pack brutally killed and murdered by the alpha of a rival pack. While seeking for revenge, she found her happiness from the son who issued to order the murder of her pack.

When I'm seven years old, my dad turns me in to the Court Judgment of the Born Wicked because of my tendency to vomit. If I'm found guilty, my blood ties with my dad will be forcibly severed. Then, I'll be sent to prison. Everyone claims that Dad is just making a fuss over nothing. "Your daughter is still so young, so it's natural for her to fall ill. As a father, you should be more considerate toward her." But when the evidence is shown, everyone clamps up immediately. There was once when Dad drank so much to the point he suffered from gastric bleeding. The business contract that he managed to convince his client to sign was all soiled because I vomited on him as soon as he got home. Thanks to me, the contract was voided. Dad got fired on the spot. During Bryce Fuller, my older brother's birthday, I vomited onto his birthday cake in front of his classmates. Because of that, Bryce was isolated by all of his classmates. He became so depressed that he tried to slit his wrist in an attempt to take his own life. I'll keep vomiting everywhere, be it at the dining table or on my bed. Dad and Bryce have to clean me up more than 30 times every day. They suffer greatly because of me. What angers everyone the most is that after I'm done vomiting, I'll laugh at everyone in a provocative manner. The judge gives his verdict instantly, claiming that I'm wicked by nature. Bryce's eyes redden immediately. As he cries, he tells me that he can't bear to see me leaving him. I never shed any tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. Instead, I accept the judge's verdict calmly, but with a prerequisite condition that the judge finishes watching my memories. The judge is shocked, to say the least. "We'll have to crack your skull open in order to extract your memories. You'll be in a world of pain. Are you sure about that?" I nod in determination. But Bryce, on the other hand, looks alarmed. "I won't agree to that!"