Together We Cry Novels & Stories

My husband—the mafia boss—loses his first love to suicide. Celeste Reyes couldn't accept that he was marrying me. Since then, Darius Sterling mourns her publicly every day, and we become the kind of couple that despises each other more than anyone else. However, when the Moretti family of Eastbourne sends assassins after me, Darius takes the bullet meant for me. The bullet is poisoned. As he lies weakly in my arms, he whispers, "I saved your life. My debt to your mother is repaid. In our next life, let's not meet again. "I don't want to hate you anymore. I just hope you'll always be the girl next door. Now, it's time for me to be with Celeste." And just like that, he dies in my arms. I cry my heart out, but Darius never looks at me again. Only then do I realize how foolish and childish our hatred has been all these years. Later, after I eliminate the Morettis, I take my own life for him. Yet, when I open my eyes again, I'm back at 20—the year of our engagement. I reject my father's plan for an arranged marriage and choose to go to New Verden to manage the family business. This time, I'll stay far away from Darius and give him and Celeste my blessings.

In less than 24 hours, I went from being all dolled up for my wedding to being sold at an auction like some animal. I didn't expect to be bought by a handsome stranger. He was an Alpha with Mafia ties. And now, I was his own personal plaything. Will I be able to get my pack back from the evil Alpha that stole it from me? Or will I remain a plaything until my buyer lets me go? Can we work together and defeat our enemies, or will those enemies tear us apart? Read to find out!

"Jake, why are you laughing?" I called out with archer brows, hesitance creeping into my voice. He looked at me, a devilish grin I haven't seen on his face in all the time we've spent together curling on those sexy lips of his,"You speak about how we're in love with so much passion, Keliegh..." he started, voice turning steely. "But I was never in love with you, it was all a game. A facade. And you were just the right pawn to use." The whole world went blank at what happened next. **************** Keliegh needed a place to hide. A place to relieve herself of all her trouble and one that Jake would never find her again. But she never expected to find herself in her true mates pack, not one but two. And just like fate plays in an evening moonlight, Keleigh is welcomed in a new battle, one that seems so tough for her. Two mates, an ex lover, and a childhood friend who now wants her. Which would prevail?

I went to pick up my older brother who was out at a gathering. That was when I overheard him ask Nathan, "Haven't you been dating someone? It's been so long, and I still haven't met her." I suddenly tensed up. Nathan and I had been together for three years, but we had always kept it a secret, so no one knew. Nathan replied lazily, "She's not my girlfriend, just a pastime. It's not like I plan to marry her." I clenched my fists and pushed the door open without hesitation.

When the earthquake struck, Pierse Jones instinctively shielded me with his body, taking the full brunt of the impact and suffering multiple fractures. In the hospital room, the girl in the next bed looked at me with envy and said, “Your husband didn’t even care about his own life to save you. He really loves you.” I forced a smile. “Yeah.” But just last night, after I had fallen asleep, he slipped into the bathroom, his voice soft and soothing as he spoke to someone else—his little mistress, “I’m fine, don’t cry. Be good.” “As long as I think of you, I’m not afraid of anything.” Pierse and I grew up together, from childhood sweethearts to each other’s first love. We had been together for ten years, admired by everyone as the perfect couple. No one knew he had a mistress on the side, a girl who looked just like me when I was eighteen.

Seven years. I gave him everything. My love. My loyalty. My wolf. He gave me lies. I thought Darius kept me from the Luna title because of politics. Because his mother hated me. Because the council said wait. I was wrong. He never intended to mark me. He marked his stepsister instead. And the son I raised? The boy who calls me Mama? He was never mine. The day I learned the truth was the day I learned something else. I am not a nobody. I am not an orphan. I am Seraphina Alaric. The missing Lycan Princess. The dead King's daughter. The rightful heir to everything. But there is a catch. A woman cannot rule alone. I have fifteen days to find a husband or lose the crown to my ex-husband. To the man who used me. Who made me small. Who thinks he has already won. I choose his worst enemy. Kael is the East Alpha. A war criminal. A killer. He hates Darius more than I do. He wants revenge more than power. Together we will burn my old life to ash. Together we will take the throne. But this game is dangerous. My son is hostage. My enemy is everywhere. And the man I married for convenience? He is looking at me like I am more than a deal. I was rejected. I was betrayed. I was made to think I was nothing. They forgot. I am King Alaric's daughter. And I am done being small.

I endured hundreds of injections just to give Stanley Brighton a child. He was moved to tears and held me, promising that even if we couldn't have children, he would love only me. I diligently followed the doctor's advice and underwent treatment. The day I confirmed my pregnancy, I was so excited that I wanted to rush home and share the good news with Stanley. But what awaited me was unimaginable. Stanley and the female tenant we shared the apartment with were lying naked together in the bathroom, sharing an intimate bath. He was behind her, holding her close, his lips incessantly biting at her earlobes. "I'll give you as many children as you want! Ten, eight—whatever it takes! Just divorce her!" "Alright, just give me some time. I'll divorce her for sure!" Hearing their whispered entanglement, I turned away, stepping into the rain, determined to leave. I would disappear to a place where Stanley could never find me, not in this lifetime.

After my younger sister went abroad, I married the mafia Don in her place. Five years after we married, we became each other’s greatest enemies. He hated me for driving my sister away and scheming my way into becoming his wife. I hated him for always treating me as a stand-in, never once acknowledging me in front of the world. My lack of status brought humiliation to my vain parents, and from that moment on, their love for me turned into hatred. In the end, he and my parents left me behind on a snowy mountain while celebrating Christmas with my sister. In the bitter cold, I died together with the child I never got to meet. Meanwhile, my sister basked in everyone’s love and had the happiest Christmas of her life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my sister returned from abroad. This time, I would not beg Gideon or my parents to love me ever again.

“He bought me for one night. I gave him a lifetime. Then he tried to return me.”_ I had three strict rules: never trust a man in a suit, never cry in public, and never fall for a man who owns more than he feels._ I broke them all the second Dominic Caldwell bought me on the auction stage. Now, I’m the only debt he can’t repay, and the captive he refuses to let go.

On the day of my wedding, my fiance, Don James Colombo, left me at the altar again. "Angelina is in the ICU," he said. "The ceremony will have to wait." It was the ninth time he had abandoned me for his terminally ill childhood sweetheart. The first time, she had run away from home, and he could not rest easy. "Angelina is missing, yet you want me to stand here toasting at the wedding? Don't be so selfish, Leticia." The third time, he said Angelina was in a terrible state and threatening to take her own life — he had to go comfort her. By the eighth time, James had stopped explaining and simply had the butler notify me the wedding was off. For him, postponing a wedding was nothing. For me, the Buono Principessa left standing in a chapel, it meant ridicule and one hundred lashes from my furious father. The lashes split open my skin and left me running a fever that would not break. James would hold me afterward, apologize helplessly, and promise he would make it up to me after we married. He promised nine times. He kept none of them. So when he left me again for Angelina, I did not cry or make a scene. I packed my bags alone and in silence. It would be the last time he ever postponed our wedding. One month later, he would never be able to find me again.