The Wrong Valentine Novels & Stories

Aria never thought she would owe Noah anything but her hands were tied as her son’s life depended on him. Four years ago, her boyfriend chose her step-sister over her, announcing their engagement to the public while she was forced to remain hidden for more than seven years because of his career. Heartbroken, she left everything behind, started a new life in another country, building her designer brand into something successful and in demand. She believed the past was gone for good. Until her son fell critically ill. With no matching donor and no other option, Aria returned to the past she never wanted to face again. To Noah. Her ex-boyfriend’s best friend. Now one of the most powerful and desired men in the world. A man who always looked at her like she belonged to him. A man whose emotions toward her were always hot and cold—dangerous and unpredictable. He agreed to help her… but not without an ultimatum. Noah wanted only one thing. Seventy days. Seventy days of her freedom, her time… her body. Seventy days under his control. Aria’s hatred for him couldn’t compare to the love she had for her son. So she said yes, unaware of the deep obsession he had for her. But Noah wasn’t the man she thought she knew anymore. He didn’t just want her close, he wanted her trapped. And as they spent more time together, she began to realize… The night she tried to forget meant everything to him. And this time, Noah wasn't letting her walk away.

Blurb She wanted love. She wanted freedom. But what she got instead was heartbreak in its cruelest form. This is Alessia Marino’s story. Born into a ruthless mafia family, Alessia was suffocating under their rules and expectations. All she ever wanted was a life that was hers—to love freely, to breathe without fear. So she ran. She changed her name to Sienna Johnson, determined to start over and live like a normal woman. And for a while, she thought she’d found it all. A devoted husband, Gabriel. A sweet four-year-old daughter they’d adopted. And a best friend, Sylvia, who felt like the sister she never had. But paradise shattered in an instant. The truth hit her like a knife to the chest—Sylvia and Gabriel had been lovers all along, and the little girl she adored wasn’t adopted at all… she was theirs. Broken. Betrayed. Shattered beyond repair. But fate wasn’t done with her yet. When Desmond Blackwell, Gabriel’s powerful rival, offers her a chance at revenge, Alessia takes it without hesitation. Together, they plot to destroy the man who destroyed her. But the deeper she gets, the harder it becomes to ignore the pull she feels toward Desmond—dark, magnetic, and dangerous. And when the truth about who Desmond really is begins to unravel, Alessia realizes she might be walking straight into a trap… one that could cost her not just her heart, but her life.

Many women dream of marrying the man they love most, having children as a symbol of their love, and making a lifelong promise to stand by each other through thick and thin. But not Sadie. Sadie never believed in what they called love. From a young age, she learned that all men were born liars and deceivers, and no matter how one looked at it, they would always remain the same. She witnessed how her mother's life turned into a living hell because of the mistake of trusting and loving a man. Sadie vowed never to follow in her mother's footsteps—or those of other women who foolishly believed in the opposite sex. She was ready to grow old alone, but there was one dream she longed to fulfill: to have a child of her own. And so, she made a decision—to hire a man who could give her the child she desired. Everything was planned out. All she needed to do was spend a night with a stranger. But what Sadie never expected was the true identity of the man who would become the father of her child—all because of one fateful mistake.

Ryder Vale was the golden boy , her first kiss, her high school sweetheart, the one who promised her forever. Now, he’s a billionaire CEO and the star hockey player of the Ice Vulture team… and Maya’s husband. But forever came crashing down with a scandal born from a betrayal too close to home. Publicly humiliated. Emotionally destroyed. Maya never meant to fall apart in a bar. And the billionaire she mistook for a stripper? He gave her more than comfort, he gave her a reason to feel again. Someone who was never supposed to touch her… yet sets her soul on fire. As secrets unravel and long-buried lies rise, Maya discovers the truth about the night that shattered her life, and the dark betrayal Ryder kept hidden all along. And in the middle of it all… She craves the wrong brother. This isn’t just heartbreak. It’s revenge, obsession, and a love that was never meant to happen. But she’s not the broken girl anymore. She’s the woman about to rewrite the ending they all wrote for her.

Two years to live. Three months to get pregnant. One insufferable stranger who ruins everything. The doctor's words still echo. Terminal, progressive, two years maximum. But it's the three month deadline that sends me running. Three months to conceive before my body becomes a graveyard for the legacy I'll never leave behind. So I fly to Thailand, pretend to be poor, and search for a desperate man willing to marry me for money. Until I meet him. Arrogant. Annoying. Sharing my rented rooftop and seeing through every lie I tell. We hate each other. Establish rules. Agree to stay away. Then he collapses, burning with fever, and I have to make a choice: let him die alone, or miss the deadline that could save my billion dollar empire. I choose him. The company crashes. My father's legacy crumbles. Then I find his passport. He's not some poor stranger. He's the heir to my father's biggest rival. He's been lying since the moment we met. I run, choking on tears and rage, swearing I'll destroy him. Three weeks later, I'm at an engagement party, about to meet the stranger my dying father picked to save our company. The doors open. It's him. He steps closer in that perfectly tailored suit, his mouth curving into something dangerous, and leans in to whisper against my ear: "Hello, wife. Miss me?" I realize with crushing, devastating clarity... I did.

On the day I become Alpha Ethan Sadler's mate, he tells me, "Our mate bond is merely to honor the promise between our elders. You will be my Luna by name. You shall have everything in my name, except my love." For three years, I obediently played the role of his mate in name. Then, a socialite named Sophia Kirk hands me a check for two million dollars, urging me to leave Ethan. "Ethan said your mate bond exists only to repay the debts of the older generation. It's a necessary sacrifice. Now, he needs a real family and a mate who can bear his heir. You've wasted three years of his life. It's time to let go." It turns out Ethan already has a lover. It is indeed inappropriate for me to take the place of his Luna any longer. That night, I approach Ethan, who is going through some documents. "You once promised to give me anything I wanted. Does that promise still hold?" Ethan sets down the documents, removes his metal-rimmed glasses, and loosens his tie. His ashen eyes swirl with emotions, and an eager smile curves his lips. "Of course. Tell me what you want." I tighten my grip on the Bond-Breaking Agreement I am holding and place it before him. "I want you to sign this."

They say you can't help who you fall for. But what if you fall for the wrong man twice? Arthur Klein was my everything. Until I caught him in bed with someone else. I stayed. Because I'm weak. Because I love him. His stepbrother Liam saw me at my lowest. And he made me an offer: ‘Let me teach you. Fourteen days. I will make you irresistible. He will never stray again.’ I said yes. But Liam's lessons aren't just about clothes or confidence. They're about him. His hands. His voice. The way he looks at me like I'm something worth keeping. And now I don't know who I'm doing this for anymore. Arthur? Or Liam? The man who broke me? Or the man who's slowly putting me back together—just to break me all over again?

"Please, Alpha…" she whispers, her voice trembling as he claims her with so much passion. "It’s my first time... please be gentle." Conrad pauses, his eyes blazing, burning with passionate desire, his voice descended into a soft growl. "if you ever feel pain or uncomfortable, and you want me to stop, let me know." She almost didn’t believe her eyes. He was gentle, contrary to the notion that he was a non-communicate. But she believed him. And nodded a yes, staring weakly into his eyes. “Breathe in…” he softly commanded. In one, hard stroke, he entered her. *** One night. One lie. One fated bond. After her mother is framed for theft, Nadia Williams is forced into a cruel bargain: take her evil cousin’s place in the bed of billionaire Alpha Conrad Bradley. Conrad demands a virgin bride, but the woman he truly bonds with is the quiet Omega hiding in the dark. Nadia disappears after their passionate night, determined to forget him—until fate throws her into Conrad’s company as his newest employee. Now, the Alpha can’t ignore the scent, the pull, or the hard truth staring in front of him. When secrets unravel, love, betrayal, and destiny will collide.

After agreeing to a marriage alliance to save her family from bankruptcy, Jessica goes to Las Vegas for her bachelorette party, but the next morning she wakes up in bed with an older arrogant but undeniably sexy man who tells her they got married the night before. He wants to keep her but she has to go back to marry her fiancée in order to protect her best friend’s secrets. But how can she marry her fiancée when she is already married. And what happens when her sexy one night stand comes to claim her and she finds out he is her groom’s uncle!

For five years, I let my husband’s mistress take whatever she wanted. My birthday. His time. His attention. The tenderness that used to belong to me. I even told myself I could survive watching my own son choose her over me, because a damaged family still had to be better than none at all. It wasn’t. This year, my husband took his mistress away for their birthday trip, and my son ran straight into her arms and called her Mom. That was the moment I finally understood something I should have learned five years ago: no matter how much of myself I gave to that family, I would never be the one they chose. So I filed for divorce. None of them believed I could really walk away. My husband thought I was bluffing. His mistress thought she had won. My son did not even look back. None of them believed I could really walk away. Then a call came from overseas: Matteo Bellandi’s wife was dead. This time, I left them with nothing but my ashes.