Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

I had been married for five years, but my belly remained flat—no sign of a child. Then, on my 35th birthday, I suddenly found out I was pregnant. When I shared the good news with my husband, he flew into a rage. Instead of being happy, he accused me of carrying someone else's baby. Only then did I learn he had a mistress. He even claimed he wanted a "real" child—one that truly belonged to him—with her. I thought he was just being irrational and would eventually come to his senses. After getting an amniocentesis, I immediately brought him the paternity test results to prove the baby was his. He came home acting like a changed man—hugging me, kissing me, claiming that he didn't cheat on me. The very next day, he booked a hotel and threw a banquet, announcing to all our friends and family that he was going to be a father. However, when his mistress saw the news, she completely lost it. She showed up with a group of people, blocked me in the street, and—despite my pregnancy—started punching and kicking me. "You shameless woman! How dare you carry my man's child? Are you that desperate to die?"

After I landed in the hospital—again—from working myself into the ground, Jacob swore he was done playing house stockbroker. "Starting tomorrow, I'll do anything. Haul bricks, deliver pizza, whatever. I'm not letting you carry this alone." His eyes were glassy as he stormed out of the exam room like he was about to save the day or something. Then the doctor walked in and handed me a report. I was pregnant. Again. Heart racing, I chased after Jacob... and froze. He was standing outside some super VIP room. The same guys who used to bang on our door for money were suddenly all respectful. "Mr. Klein, should we block her door again tomorrow?" Jacob twirled our engagement ring around his finger. "No need. She already lost one baby paying off those debts. The test's over. Time she knew who I really am." Then my best friend—Lillian Morvain—strolled out and wrapped her arms around his waist like she belonged there. "Jacob, don't go soft. Your tests usually last at least five years. What if she's just another gold digger? Plus... I'd miss you." He hesitated. Smirked. "Fine. We'll do it your way. She's not going anywhere anyway." I stood there, clutching my stomach, sliding down the wall like the air had been punched out of me. Later, I pushed open the office door. "Dr. Spencer, I need a termination. Three days from now."

For as long as Asher Marlowe could remember, he was taught to hate and blame the Garcias for the death of his mother who he barely remembers. That didn't stop Silas Marlowe from grooming his son to be the perfect tool of revenge. As a bodyguard, Asher could infiltrate even the untouchables. When he takes a job with the Garcia's his objective is one, to ruin their lives. But that changed pretty quick when he meets the spoiled heiress, Isabella Garcia. She is everything he hates but for some reason he can't help but crave her to a point of insanity. And instead of meaning her harm, Asher will fight to protect her from everything and everyone.

"Did you really kiss the Alpha?" Gary asked me and turned to the man bathing in the darkness. "Is she the one you were telling me about?” "Yes," he coldly said and turned around, walking away. "Please," I begged, crying. "Alpha Asher, please. I'm sorry for what I did. I didn't mean to, please forgive me.” I begged, crying profusely and Gary looked at me, pity flickering in his eyes. "Please, Alpha. Let's help her. She could be useful to you one day,” he suggested and Alpha Asher stopped in his tracks. I almost shot Gary a dirty glare. What did he mean by useful? I didn't leave my pack to come here and serve another fucking Alpha! The Alpha I kissed at that! I was about to ask what he meant by useful but the pain in my leg reminded me of what was at stake. To serve him for a while and then be free, or to die and not be able to do anything again. "Useful?” Alpha Asher asked, breaking my thoughts. "Yes, yes. I'll do whatever you want. Just help me, please. I don't want to die." I begged. "Anything I want?” he asked again, smirking. ”What could this man be thinking of that's making him smirk?” I mumbled to myself, trying to distract myself from his attractive lips. ”Answer me, woman. Would you do anything I want?”

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] BDSM. NO CHEATING! My wedding was a day I looked forward to the most throughout my teen. I couldn't contain my joy at the prospect of marrying the man who had been the object of my affection for such a long time—my future husband. But who would have thought I was merely a naive girl believing we shared similar emotions? My entire world came crashing down when my wedding night turned out to be the most horrifying night of my whole life. **** "Untie these cuffs!" I was in so much pain that I couldn't move, nor could I bear it any longer. "Why on earth would I do that? We aren't yet finished here." His tone was hostile. “What?” I was shocked beyond belief. He reached out and grabbed me by the restraint he had used to tie me up and pulled me closer to himself. Then he stroked my cheeks soothingly while staring me dead in the eyes. “Oh, honey. We have not yet had our first night!!"

Everyone is envious of me for having someone like Dominic Cruz, who's love-brained, as a husband-to-be. He's rich, handsome, and highly educated. I smile without saying anything, but I nod happily. However, on the day I'm misdiagnosed, he goes missing. He's so engrossed in his secret lover that he forgets all about me. So, I jilt him before he can do it to me. I turn him into the city's laughingstock. Later, I hear that he drinks the bar dry every night. He scours Marina City but fails to find his missing bride.

When her husband's devastating betrayal shatters their relationship, Freya must decide whether to fight for their marriage or exact a surprising and satisfying revenge that will leave him reeling.

Saddened that his medical test results were unclear, Jonas declared himself a Beta.  But, it turns out it was a fatal mistake that changed his life, when Xander, his best friend, a dominant Alpha, broke his heart on prom night. What happened that night made Jonas decide to leave Xander's life, focus on his dreams and leave all the stories of their friendship behind. Eight years later, Jonas and Xander meet again, as mates. However, the demands of being a Supreme Alpha candidate, from his parents and pack, made Xander have to say his rejection. He is required to get a Luna who can bear his child, so even though Jonas is his mate, they cannot be together because even though the Omega male exists, the relationship is difficult to reconcile and accept. Because he was hurt by what happened eight years ago, Jonas accepted the rejection, but after that, a child named Jordan appeared who called Jonas Papa. Jordan was curious because the child looked like him.  He believes that Jonas is an Omega dominant and Jordan is his flesh and blood.  That means, with Jonas he has got everything he needs. Xander's confidence makes him try to get Jonas back, even though it requires no easy effort, because the bond between them has been broken.

Mira had received an unexpected message from her husband to meet him at a hotel so they could rekindle their love, which she was happy about, but somehow she ended up in another stranger's bed, leading her to cheat on her husband. Mira goes back home to meet a divorce, and not only that, but she also discovers her husband has been cheating on her with her step-sister, and they both tricked her into signing her inheritance over to them. She was humiliated and thrown out of the house only for her to be saved, but her savior turned out to be the man she had a nightstand with, and he was proposing to her a contract marriage and a chance to get revenge on all those who hurt her. Should she accept it? Could she trust him? 5 years later, she returned to New York City with her little Triplets kids for some business deals and to finish all that her ex-husband started. EXCEPT. "What the were you doing with my brother you !" Ken yells, fury obvious through his orbs as he clenches his hand into a fist, veins almost bulging out of his forehead. "Isn't it obvious?" I throw back his question, my lips curling into a smile. "Dear Ex-husband, Why Don't You Call Me Sister-in-law?"

I was Garrett Blackwood's lost sister, separated from my Alpha brother for ten years. When I finally returned to Stormfang Pack, I discovered he already had an adopted sister. I became the unwanted one. Even when I was brutally murdered, no one sought justice for me. Not until three years later when the case was reopened and my diary was found. Only then did my powerful Alpha brother finally collapse under the weight of his delayed remorse.