Traya

On the third anniversary of our engagement, my fiancé—Dominic Corleone, heir to one of the most powerful Mafia dynasties in New York—told me he was not ready to form a new family so that our wedding would have to postpone. I told myself to wait for some time, the bond between the Corleones and the Valentinos—our families’ sacred alliance—would hold us together. But what followed were his endless betrayals and tortures. I walked into a bridal boutique and saw him laughing with Liliane, the childhood friend who always lingered too close. I watched him destroy the wedding gown I had spent months designing—then crush my hand beneath his heel until it bled. And when I thought I had hit rock bottom, he proved I was wrong—by getting behind the wheel and running me down. He thought I’d beg and cling to him, terrified of losing the Corleone name and privilege that came with it. But instead, I made one phone call and insisted firmly on canceling the engagement. However, that call didn’t just end a marriage arrangement. It unearthed a secret that had been buried for over a decade…and turned a marriage born of duty into a story of dark devotion.

After seven years of marriage, my husband grew tired of our quiet life and took a college student as his mistress. That fragile, pitiable girl held Alain Roth so completely he didn't come home for an entire month, no matter how I begged. On our son's third birthday, I came to their villa, holding the feverish child and pleading for him to return. Inside, he stayed lost in passion with her. Jeff Roth drew his last breath in my arms while their pleasure echoed through the night. At the funeral, Alain held me and wept, swearing he would return to the family and love only me. I agreed, driven solely by Jeff's dying wish. Four years later, a video from his old kindergarten surfaced, showing Alain with a radiant Mabel Flores and a three-year-old boy. The boy smiled brightly at the camera, lifting a trophy high. "Mom, Dad, we're the happiest family in the world!"

Eight months pregnant. Three hundred witnesses. Ninety seconds to destroy everything. Alisha Davis-Williams stands before her pack as Luna, carrying twin heirs and wearing her Alpha mate's mark. Then Joshua Black-Gold presents photographs of her with another man, and her world detonates. The rejection is brutal and public. Her mate's bond severed. Her Luna title stripped. Her unborn children's paternity questioned. Banished from the only home she's known, Alisha collapses on a roadside as premature labor tears through her body. She wakes in rival territory with a screaming mate bond, two fragile newborns, and fury where love used to live. When Beta Nathan proves the photographs were fabricated, the damage is already done. The affair never happened. The witnesses were coerced. Everything was orchestrated by someone with intimate access to pack secrets and Joshua's deepest trauma. But by then, Alisha is already suppressing their mate bond despite the agony, filing for formal rejection despite the impossibility, and rebuilding her shattered life under Alpha Val's protection. Val offers everything Joshua didn't and asks for nothing but her happiness in return. Meanwhile, Joshua confronts the childhood wounds his mother weaponized against him. His transformation is genuine, sustained, and too late. His twins screamed at his presence. And Alisha won't take his calls. The conspiracy targets her children, and Alisha faces an impossible choice: the mate fate gave her, or the future she's building from ashes.

Madam Pratt, my mother-in-law, was in critical condition after a car accident, desperately needing surgery. However, as the lead surgeon, I—Lilianne Davis—stood by, casually scrolling through short videos on my phone. My best friend, Tiffany Owens, who was also a doctor, was far more anxious than I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the operating room. “Lily, why are you still stalling? Hurry up and save her!” I took a step back, clutching my stomach in pain as her face twisted in shock. “I have cramps so bad I can’t even stand. You do it.” In my last life, the moment I heard about Madam Pratt’s accident, I had swallowed a painkiller and rushed into surgery, working for hours to stabilize her. I had barely stepped away from the operating table when alarms blared. “Lilianne, what have you done? The patient is experiencing acute hemolysis!” “Call the family now!” Gareth Pratt stormed in, his face twisted with rage. He slapped me hard in the face. “Lil, you’re a professional surgeon, yet you gave my mother the wrong blood transfusion?!” I froze, reaching for Madam Pratt’s medical report to explain, only to find that the A-type blood I had seen before had somehow changed to B-type. The medical board arrived, and a blood test revealed traces of hallucinogens in my system. “Unbelievable! Taking illegal substances before surgery? That’s a cardinal sin for a doctor!” In the chaos, Emma Pratt, Gareth’s teenage sister, grabbed a scalpel and stabbed me multiple times. Blood gushed from my arteries, and I collapsed in a pool of crimson. As my vision faded, I couldn’t understand what had happened. I had never taken illegal drugs. Besides, I was absolutely certain of Madam Pratt’s blood type. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment right before stepping into the operating room.

Lady Clara's life is forever changed when she is forced to marry the ruthless mafia billionaire, Alexandro, to save her family from financial ruin. With no other options, she becomes his wife, hoping to find a way out of the mess her father's gambling debts have caused. As she navigates her new life, Clara quickly learns that Alexandro is not someone to be trifled with. He rules his empire with an iron fist, and anyone who crosses him is met with swift and brutal consequences. Despite her initial fear, Clara is determined to make the best of her situation and protect her family from harm. However, things take a surprising turn when Alexandro falls into a coma. Clara is left alone to navigate the dangerous world of the mafia, with no one to turn to but herself. To make matters worse, she discovers that she is pregnant with Alexandro's child. As she struggles to come to terms with her new reality, Clara is hit with another bombshell. Alexandro's accusations of infidelity and theft have left her reputation in tatters. Even worse, her friend, who has always been jealous of her, has gotten engaged to Alexandro. Determined to clear her name and prove her innocence, Clara embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth. Along the way, she discovers that her feelings for Alexandro run deeper than she ever imagined, and she must decide whether to trust him or risk losing everything. With danger lurking around every corner, Clara must fight to protect the ones she loves and find a way to overcome the obstacles in her path. Will she be able to clear her name and find true love with the billionaire mafia boss, or will her dreams be shattered forever?

“You signed the contract, Anna. You belong to me for one year.” Anna Montgomery thought she was marrying for love. She was wrong. Forced into an arranged marriage with ruthless billionaire Adrian Sinclair, she hoped to win his heart. Instead, she became just another pawn in his world of power and deception. When she found out the truth that his heart had always belonged to someone else, she was shattered. Heartbroken and humiliated, she walked away but fate had other plans. Now, years later, Adrian is back. More ruthless. More possessive and he just discovered Anna’s biggest secret. The child she never told him about. She swore she would never fall for him again. He swore he would never lose her a second time. Love. Betrayal. Desire and a past that refuses to stay buried.

Charisse thinks she has the most perfect boyfriend. But the possessive Beta has been isolating her from the world, controlling every aspect of her life, down to the shoes she wears, using love as an excuse. When Charisse discovers that he's marrying another, she accepts the help of Alpha Dorian Vellum, CEO of the most powerful Crimson Crest Empire, and build a new life to have her revenge. But is Dorian another possessive man or is he simply obsessed with her? Will she marry the mysterious and manipulative Alpha or forgive her possessive ex’s betrayal and start afresh?

Allyson a 22 years old lady with lots of ambition. She grew up with zero knowledge about her real mom .She craved the love of a mother while growing up but she never had anyone to fill up that space. Her step mother whom she lived with only made her life miserable . Allyson was a product of a one night stand her mother had with a married man who became her father. She was the victim in all of this and also suffered the mistake committed by both her parents . She became the black sheep of the family and was hated by her father . She had to endure her pains alone . She knew a time will come her father would decide to sell her off to his business associate and to avoid that she needs to act fast .Allyson swore to change everything . She got drunk at a club and had a one night stand with a stranger who turned out to be her sister’s fiancé . Hell broke loose when she realized that history was about to repeat itself .

My breath hitched in my throat as he held me closer. His mouth dangerously close to my ear, his hot breath fanning against my skin, as he started to whisper. “You're a siren, Ember. Luring me into the flames. And it just so happens that I'm ready to get consumed.” ____ Ember Flynn thought she'd left her past behind, after her world was shattered with betrayal and tragedy, she rebuilt her life in Florida with her young son. But when she runs into Maverick Nightshade, the enigmatic stranger from her darkest night - Ember's carefully constructed walls start to crumble. As their passion reignites, she's forced to confront the lies and secrets that have haunted her for so long. Can she trust Maverick, or will their love be destroyed by the very secrets that bind them? And when the full moon rises again, will her destiny be sealed or will love set her free?

I pleaded with my husband Cedric Fleetham over and over, and finally, he agreed to take our daughter camping in the mountains for her birthday. When I found her late the next night, she was already gone. She lay at the foot of the mountain, her tiny hand still clutching a drawing of our family. As I knelt beside her, my heart shattered. Meanwhile, Cedric was busy updating his social media. His post read, [You and our daughter are my treasures,] and it was accompanied by a photo, where he stood beside his childhood sweetheart and held hands with another little girl, watching the sunset. And there, in the corner of the picture, was a tiny hand—my daughter’s hand. The cruelest truth of all was that my daughter took that photo.