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Cordelia Jenner married a thug in place of her sister and lived poorly ever after… Or did she? With a snap of the fingers, her husband became a secret billionaire with a ton of power and influence...That was impossible! Cordelia ran back to their quaint little home and right into her husband’s arms.“They claim that you’re Mr. Hamerton. Is it true?”The man stroked her hair. “That guy just looks like me.”Cordelia pouted. “He’s the worst. He insisted that I’m his wife. Beat him up!”The next day, said Mr. Hamerton put on a smile and appeared in public—bruised and battered.“Mr. Hamerton, what happened?”The man grinned. “My wife’s wish came true. I ought to put more effort into it.”

On a rusty iron lies a man. Alpha Xavier, the most notorious of the werewolves. He was asleep under the effects of the drug, unaware that I had shackled his hands and feet to the frame. I drew the curtain to isolate the and... Slowly removed my clothes. Today was the thirty-fifth day I had been forced to be a Slave in Sin Pack, and I had thirty-five years of my sentence remaining. I had to do this in order to get out of here as soon as possible. "Who?" He was perceptive. He woke up as soon as I threw the bra to the floor. "Who are you? Who the are you?" I didn't say a word and let him struggle with his arms and legs. His eyes were covered by his tie and he couldn't see me. "Is that you, Leila?" He couldn't see me, but he unexpectedly called out my name anyway. "Leila, is that you? Get off me!" I didn't say anything, I didn't have time to waste. All the Guards in Sin Pack were looking for him. But no one would have thought that a lowly Slave like me would dare to kidnap their fiercest Alpha. Kidnap for the sake of rape. I climbed on top of him, picked up his hard , and sat down hard without any hesitation. I felt the inside of my body being torn apart. Blood flowed down my thighs. I was no longer a . I crumpled onto him from the pain, tears falling onto his chest. "Alpha Xavier, please... Let me carry your child." There was no in my eyes, only the desire for revenge.

"You'll be a good girl for me, won't you? "he adds, his eyes darting across my face as he pushes himself further into me. All the will I had to question what had suddenly changed has left me. He was all that mattered.  Something deep in my soul told me that tonight wasn't our typical adventure.  He was aware that our days were numbered, even if I had no intentions of stopping our secret affair. This sent flutters through my stomach as he pulled out and slammed back into me. I would be married to another in just a few short months, but tonight would be burned into my brain forever. Annora is the heir to the Fae Throne. Her mother died at birth, and her father became ill when she was a teenager. As a result, her father has created a tournament in which Fae leaders he deems worthy must undergo challenges to win his daughter's heart and the throne alongside her. The problem is that Annora has already fallen in love with another—a forbidden love with a man who eventually becomes her stepbrother, making things all the more complicated in a world that she is already lost in. As the kingdom begins to crumple and hearts tangle, can Annora find the strength to be true to herself, her heritage, and her fated mate?

She was a prostitute, she needed money, and she had to be a substitute to get the money she needed. But, why should she become a substitute for someone else who ran away from her fate? Why should she marry a man she didn't love? Her mother prayed that she would find a man who loved her and give her happiness, but she ended up marrying a man who only knew to torture her and gave her sadness. After all, that was the price she should pay for her mother's life.

"It's nothing," "Show me." Egon sounded angry, "Take it off." He ordered, "Take everything off," "W-what?" I panicked, "No!" "Do it yourself, or I'll do it for you." *** Portia is a defective werewolf who is stuck working as a maid in the pack house, where she is often abused. She neither has the money nor the resources to escape, but her world further collapses when she meets her Lycan mate.

"You took everything I ever loved ever since we were children! Congratulations, you've done it again!"Cordy Sachs had given up on her lover of three years, deciding to go celibate and never to love again… only for a six-year-old child to appear in her life, sweetly coaxing her to 'go home' with him.Having to face the rich, handsome but tyrannical CEO 'husband', she was forthright. "I've been hurt by men before. You won't find me trusting."Mr. Levine raised a brow. "Don't compare me to scum!"..."Even if everyone claimed that he was cold and that he kept people at arms' reach, only Cordy knew how horrifically rotten he was on the inside!

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with a scalpel. He slices open the body and sews it back up like it's nothing. My father just covers his nose as he shoots a disgusted glance at my body. He urges my brother to hurry up with the autopsy report. "The victim is a young female wolf presumed to be of pure lineage. Before her death, she was subjected to prolonged captivity and torture. Her throat is nearly severed, her cervical spine is dislocated, and her chest cavity has collapsed. She was also injected with liquid silver before death." Hearing the report, my father looks so calm that it's just like a case study of no consequence. Neither of them can recognize that the body belongs to me—their daughter and sister!

It's funny though to think her one night stand would lead to her joy, her very existence, her son! Being duped by her groom at the altar, is all it takes for Mikaella Sandoval to sacrifice her virginity to a complete stranger who swoops in at the right time leading to a son that binds them

Charlotte had done everything in her power to make Milton love her. For three years, she had showered him with love and was the perfect housewife, even giving up her identity as the lost daughter of the Buchanan family. However, on their third anniversary and her birthday, he slammed a divorce paper on her face. “Your sister has woken up from her coma. You were nothing but a replacement for her. Don’t think that I don’t know of your plans of hurting her three years ago and taking her fiance from her? Hurry and sign the divorce papers before she gets discharged.” Milton said, coldly. Charlotte, shocked and hurt by Milton's accusations, tried to explain herself, but he was not willing to listen. At that moment, she realized that all her efforts had been for nothing. She had been nothing but a murderer and a replacement in Milton's eyes. In a bold decision, She embraced her identity as the only daughter of the Buchanan family. Her days of being a submissive housewife were over. As the truth about her past and the events that led to her foster sister's coma began to unravel, Milton Henderson found himself captivated by this new Charlotte—the one who stood before him with her head held high, declaring, You Shouldn't Have Doubted Me, Mr. Henderson. Hurry up and leave before my brothers return.”

After Varethkaal is sealed, Clara and Ashani uncover evidence that WildWood was only one node in a network of ancient, sleeping powers. The roots of these dark entities—known to the Yanuwah as the Deep Ones—spread beneath ley lines and forgotten places. Now, something has begun to stir in the northwest, near a coastal town where strange weather, disappearances, and madness are creeping inland. Emily’s spirit lingers, tethered to the new node… and a child, born near the ruins, may carry a seed of the old darkness.