Virgin River

She was meant to be holy, her father’s pride, the church’s purest treasure. But behind the sermons and prayers, desire was waiting… and she let it in. What began as a dangerous temptation spiraled into betrayal, shame, and a secret that could ruin her forever. Two men want her soul. One for a wager. One for redemption. And in the shadows of sin, she learns the holiest things are often the easiest to break.

Verine Garzon is curious and pure but she's not innocent. Her wild acts results to something serious in her reproductive health that needs professional help of doctors. When she met her aunts doctor, Dr. Malcolm Monteclar, the most handsome doctor in the country, she couldn't help but fantasize about his gorgeous face, oozing sex appeal, hard rock muscles and his big thing. When he caught her she didn't hesitate to ask for his help. Will Malcolm help her?

"How did you do it Odette?" he asked again. Her lips parted as her heart pounded against her breast. What—" she gasped, her voice trembling. “What—?” He moved closer until there wasn't room between them. The warmth of his body pressed against hers, the scent of him—fogged in her mind. Then his mouth came down, his lips beside her ear, his breath on her skin searing. "Just how did you end my brother's life, Odette?”he breathed. Eighteen-year-old Odette Davenport was married to Salvatore Moretti, heir to a powerful empire. Five years later, Salvatore is murdered, and as his widow, Odette is the last person to see him alive. Nico Moretti, Salvatore's brother, returns home determined to uncover the truth. But as his investigation unfolds, Odette wrestles with guilt and a forbidden desire ignited by his presence. Every glance hides a secret, and every kiss could be their last. This is a dark, suspenseful tale of love, loyalty, and deception delves deep into the Moretti family's dark underbelly.

A three year marriage was ended by infertility. When someone else became pregnant, she was forced out of the family without a single cent to her name…

In order to get her family's love, she always pretended to be ugly and dumb. But instead of getting her family's attention, what she got was hatred and disgust. What's more her family set her marriage, instead of her sister, to a cripple and impotent man. On the day of her wedding, her own mother came to her and begged her. "Your sister deserves much better. You have to help her!" Lost in despair, she agreed to meet her family's decision and married to her sister's fiancée. On her wedding night, her husband looked at her and frowned, "You are too ugly." So what do you think will happen when she marries to that man? Will she regret or there will be some miracle in her life?

I made my way directly to the library with the present I had for Asher all nicely wrapped up, ready to be torn open. I was so excited and nervous at the same time. When I arrived at the library, no one was there. I sat there for a whole 20 minutes waiting for Mr. no show. I felt stupid for thinking he would actually come. I got dolled up for no reason at all. Maybe I’ll still meet my mate today. Then it won’t be for no reason. I got up from the table seat and went into the hall, hearing a lot of whispers regarding my new appearance. Some asking if I’m a new girl, others saying I’m trying too hard and others saying I look drop dead gorgeous. I didn’t know how to feel about myself. As I was wandering around the halls waiting for school to start, a smell hit me like a truck. It filled my lungs and took over my mind. It was the smell of after the rain had fallen. Petrichor. "Mate", I growled. I let the scent lead my feet to where my mate was. I was so excited and my palms are sweaty. It led me to the janitor’s closet and before I opened it I heard a moan. I put my ear to the door and heard shuffling. “Hurry Saige, I smell my mate, I can’t let her meet me like this.” I know that voice my heart skips a beat, fear and anger covers my heart like a blanket. It can’t be. It can’t be. There’s no way.

Five years ago, Amy Green’s fiance and step sister set her up, so she ended up sleeping with a stranger. As a result, her mother took her own life. Her father also disowned her because he saw her as an embarrassment.Five years later, Amy returned with a pair of twins. Equipped with incredible medical skills, the upper class worshipped the ground at her feet. The prominent CEO of a powerful company said, “My grandson is young, talented, and handsome. He’s a good match for you. I hope that you’ll be willing to marry him.”However, one admirer said, “Miss Amy, I’ve loved you for a long time. Please give me a chance to become your children’s father! I’ll treat them like my own!”Another admirer then said, “Miss Amy is mine! Don’t you dare fight for her hand!”The heir of the Lewis family, Aiden Lewis, eventually announced, “Miss Amy is my wife, and her twins are both mine. If anyone has a death wish, you’re welcome to fight me for all of them!”

Buried deep in the Aster estate was the Heartwood—ancient, sacred, mine. Told my husband, Julian Aster—back when he actually listened—that if it ever fell, I'd die with it. At first, he freaked out. Flew in glacier water, hired a whole squad of plant experts to nurture it 24/7. Then one day, just because his childhood friend—Isabella Duvall—got a scratch from the bark, Julian had the Heartwood ripped out. The second it crashed, I choked on glowing blood—ichor. My power? Gone. Barely standing, I grabbed his arm. "You knew. If the Heartwood dies, I—" He laughed. Straight-up mocked me. "Sera, come on. That fairy tale? Only Grandma still believes that crap. Is that mayo on your mouth? Relax—it's a tree. I'll buy you a forest if you want." Overnight, my hair turned gray. Skin cracked. Eyes dulled. Still, I dragged myself to his grandmother, Henrietta. "I kept your family safe for two hundred years. That's why the Asters thrived. But the Heartwood's gone. Debt's paid. One day left. Whatever happens next? Not my problem."

While my husband was chatting with his friend at the dining table, his friend suddenly spoke in Italian. “You married Lyra to write a pardon letter for River. You’ve been showing more concern toward Lyra, but you’re still lying to her and saying that the contraceptives are antidepressants. Don’t you think Lyra will break down if she learns the truth?” My husband wore a complicated expression as he chuckled bitterly and said, “Why let a child be born if I don’t want it? As for Lyra, so long as she doesn’t interfere with River’s happiness, I’ll keep my promise and protect her for life.” No one knew that I had already learned Italian to keep up with my husband. I stood in the living room with fresh hickeys on my neck. In my hand, I held the “antidepressants” and felt a chill run down my spine. So, my husband’s love for me had been fake? My salvation had actually been a meticulously planned lie? In that case, I would help them fulfill their wishes.

I push through my Gamma warrior training ahead of schedule just to get back to the pack sooner. All I want is to stand beside my Alpha, Kyle Faucher, and finally complete our mate-bonding ceremony. But when I step into our house, scarred and feeling hopeful, I see 100 old boarding passes to the Darkmoon pack littering the floor. That pack is only a mile from my training grounds. Kyle's been that close for two years, and still, he never came. I sprint to the place where we were supposed to have our mate-bonding ceremony, clinging to the desperate hope that there's an explanation. But the moment I burst through the doors, I stopped cold. Kyle is down on one knee, dressed in a tailored suit, his eyes locked on someone with a softness I've never seen in him before. Standing across from him, smiling through her tears, is my stepsister, Vivian Blackwell. "Vivian, I haven't completed the mate-bonding ceremony with Serene. Say the word, and I'll reject her and mark you right now." At that moment, the world goes still, and I even forgot how to breathe. So this is what he's been doing while I was gone, chasing the woman he never let go of. Meanwhile, I spent those two years giving everything I had, trying to become someone worthy of standing by his side. I don't ask why or shed a tear. I just turn around and walk away. If she's what he wants, then so be it. The mate-bonding ceremony I dreamed of will be theirs instead. But the second I'm gone, he loses it and sends every warrior looking for me.