Until Dawn Ashley Outfit

Three years ago, my husband’s brother took a bullet for him. So Gwen brought his brother's widow, Eliza, into our home. I was the Donna in name only. I had to step aside for Eliza in everything. Once, Eliza faked slitting her wrists. She said I drove her to it. Gwen grabbed my throat. Murder flashed in his eyes. "Get out. The Falcone family has no place for a venomous bitch like you." He gave her the family's art foundation to "make it up to her." It was supposed to be mine. This time, I said nothing. He was signing a stack of business contracts. I just slipped the divorce papers in with them. A few days later, he noticed I wasn't home. He searched all over Chicago. He couldn't find me. That's when he saw the divorce decree. He finally understood. I was gone. For good. That day, the untouchable king of the Chicago Outfit… shattered.

Nyla Rivers has known nothing but pain, betrayal, and shame her entire life. As a slave in the Silver Dawn Pack, she suffered endless abuse until the fateful day she learned that the cruel and feared Alpha Killian Blackwood was her mate. But instead of love, she got criticism. Humiliated and dumped, Nyla was accused of treason, called a criminal, and ordered to death. Killed at the hands of the ruthless Alpha Darius, she took her final breath filled with pain and despair… Only to awaken again, reborn by the Moon Goddess herself. This time, Nyla is no longer weak. No longer useless. Armed with banned skills and an unbreakable will, she returns under a new identity—dead set on payback against those who wronged her. But as she rises, so does Killian’s sorrow. Now, the Alpha who once refused her will do anything to have her back. But Nyla is no longer the sad slave he once knew. She is revenge. She is power. And she will make them all pay. But when new enemies arise, and dark truths come to light, Nyla must make a choice: payback or redemption?

My dormmate invites me to a college mate's engagement party. I choose an expensive tailor-made gown for the occasion. When I arrive at the hotel, I see several of my former classmates are already there. Everyone looks like they're doing well—they're wearing expensive clothing. Someone is even wearing something from a luxury brand. As soon as I enter the private room, a familiar classmate rolls her eyes at me. "Look at who it is—the woman who was once the most outstanding student in our class. You're dressed so plainly for such an important occasion." Everyone is circled around the classmate who's wearing something from a luxury brand. They ignore me. Only our former class monitor clinks glasses with me and consoles me softly. "It's good enough that you're here. You're dressed plainly, but don't give up. You'll succeed one day." I sip my wine and smile. "My outfit may not be too opulent, but it's an expensive, tailor-made piece. It's 100% handcrafted by a master designer."

Warning: The story contains explicit scenes and sexual content. After getting Divorce Ashley found herself as heiress of a Weber group. To save the chaos of the company she signed a contract with Dylan Markov, a ruthless billionaire. But he was completely different from what she heard about him. She started falling in love with him, but later she found him a part of the past and came into her life with some motive. Will she love Dylan back even after their contract is over?

Matapos mahuli ni Ashley Tan ang kanyang boyfriend na si Oscar na nagtaksil sa kanya kasama pa ang sarili niyang pinsan, nagdesisyon siyang lunurin sa alak ang sakit at hiya. Pero sa halip na makalimot, isang gabi lang ang nagbago ng lahat. Isang gabing kasama niya ang lalaking hindi niya dapat pinangarap kahit kailan: si Frank Roswell, ang Uncle ng ex niya.

Kyle Waugh wants something from Dawn. That's all. They decide to give this marriage a go for one year, and if it works out, Dawn will become the senior design editor in Kyle's parent firm and receive a fantastic divorce settlement. Kyle wants her to sleep in his bed, hold his hand at night, wear his ring on his finger at all times, and keep working for him. He also wants to convince his sceptical father that they are happily married and in love, and he's settled enough to run Waugh Industries. Dawn Brooks wants nothing more than stability and would marry a mysterious man to give her the stability she deserves. Even though she slowly learns that Kyle's heart has inbuilt cold walls, she'll do anything to keep the company job and never return to her parents. For now, she'll sleep in his bed, kiss him goodnight with a hole in her heart. Her heart may skip whenever Kyle is around, and his touch may ignite nerves that she never knew existed, but she won't actually give in to him. Would she? After all, she can be his wife if she can put her mind to it.

I was his one weakness. Don Alex, the king of New York. And I was his queen. But days before our child was due, I was thrown into the Dockside Deathmatch—a cruel game broadcast for the underground world’s entertainment. The bullets flew, hidden traps lay in wait, and my every terrified, pathetic attempt to survive was broadcast live on giant screens. Then, I heard his second-in-command on the loudspeaker. "Boss, your wife's about to pop. You sure you wanna be here?" I froze. Alex was here? A moment later, a woman’s sugary voice dripped through the speakers. "Forget that bitch. Alex told me the only thing that mattered today was being here with me. Right, honey?" It was Scarlett. The Chicago Outfit's princess. Alex's childhood sweetheart from Chicago, a woman he had always pampered and shown a distinct bias towards. He had turned down her advances for years, but he never refused her whims. Today, she was in a bad mood and insisted on watching the deathmatch, so he was here to keep her company. I screamed for Alex, begged him for help, but he was convinced I was an assassin in disguise. Because Scarlett laughed and said the game needed to be more exciting. So he pressed the button. Vicious patrol dogs hunted me. My water broke, mixing with blood on the ground. I was in agony. The game hit its climax as more dogs and gunmen closed in from all sides. Everyone was betting on who would be the next to die. Alex smiled, his voice a low, careless drawl, "I’ll bet on that filthy pregnant woman to die." He didn't know the truth until I bled out on an operating table, our child dead with me. They say the ruthless Godfather shattered. Broke completely.

Meet Ashley Weston, a girl born into a reputable family from one of the second most powerful packs, "the Blood Moon pack." At the age of 13, her parents were killed by the unknown. When the pack found her with her parents dead bodies, they thought she was the one that killed her parents because she was the only one that escaped death without a scratch on her body out of the three of them. Abandoned and shunned away by her family, maltreated by the entire pack, forcing her to become the slave and omega of the entire pack, Ashley had no choice but to keep from everyone when she shifted on her 15th birthday. Struggling with life and living in constant fear. However, all these things are about to change when she meets her mate. [THIS IS MY FIRST NOVEL EVER. I DECIDED TO TRY VENTURING INTO WRITING AFTER READING NOVELS FOR SO LONG. SO GUYS BARE WITH ME ON THE FEW MISTAKES I MIGHT IN BETWEEN.] Hi guys, happy new year! How have you all been doing? I want to bring to your attention that every part under the Silver Wolf series will now be written as one here. They will no longer be written separately for everyone's convenience. Thank you for your understanding. XOXO

She has made us proud and today she will make history. Her name is Jedidiah Aaro. Come up to the throne and receive your crown my daughter.” There was a sudden hush in the entire hall. For a second, even I thought I had heard wrong and just stood rooted to my spot, a frown etched in my face, my brows furrowed. Jedidiah? Someone suddenly pushed past me and I almost fell If I hadn't stood my ground, only for me to watch as Jedidiah cat walked towards the throne. Her outfit, unlike the suit I had worn was a skimpy revealing gown with pink stiletto heels. She sat down proudly on the throne and right before my very eyes, my father lifted the crown- MY crown and placed it right on her head. The crowd resumed cheering, but this time it wasn't as cheerful and loud as it was before. Infact, it felt like they were being forced to give the mandatory standing ovation. I was still rooted to my spot, hoping and believing everything was a dream, but it wasn't. My step sister, Jedidiah was sitting on the throne, wearing the crown. Alpha Jedidiah? What a joke.

The day Ken Bowen and I finalized the divorce, I walked out wearing only the outfit I had worn on our wedding day. I let Ken keep the house, the cars, the money, and the kids. He looked genuinely surprised, then let out a mocking laugh. "Are you sure about this? You raised the girls yourself, and you're just giving them up? If you really don't want anything, then you won't need to pay child support either. That's fair, right?" I signed the papers without hesitation and said calmly, "Yeah. That's fair." Ken paused, then slowly signed his name. "If you regret this later, you…" I lifted a hand and cut him off. I didn't look back as I walked out. Ken used to say I married him for money and status, that I used our three daughters to tie him down. Whatever. The day he saw my dead body, he would finally understand.