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The doctors said it was over—stage four, nothing left to fight. I had three days, max. I signed the organ donor papers myself. If I was gonna die, at least someone else could get a second shot. Told my family I was sick. But my so-called sister—the doctor—shrugged it off like I was making it up. She convinced them I was losing it, not dying. My parents and fiancé fell for it. Handed me over like she was some hero. She wasn't. She pushed me closer to the end. And when I finally died, the same people who wouldn't listen cried like they hadn't let it happen.

She thought she was just a contract wife, a convenient arrangement to keep his reputation spotless and his empire stable. But when Duke Austen’s billion-dollar empire begins to crumble, he turns to her, the woman he once treated like a business deal, and suddenly, his coldness melts into obsession. He protects her like she’s his only weakness, kisses her like he’s afraid to lose her, and holds her like she’s the only thing keeping him alive. Until she discovers the truth. She was never just his contract wife. She’s been his real wife all along. And she’s the only one who didn’t know. Now, between love, lies, and a hidden marriage certificate that could destroy everything, she must decide if she will fight for the man who deceived her, or finally walk away as the woman he can never own?

Love is sweet and unique like the flavor in candy. Sometimes sweet, sometimes sour. Sometimes, something that looks good will look bad. Vice versa, it is that same with matters of the heart. Sometimes, giving in is sweeter than being with someone you love. However, with an acidic groove. The sweet and sour side is like a unique unity, like a complicated storyline. But, made an impression on the heart. Two separate earphone cables, reconnect. The sweet taste that accompanies the sour taste that will not move gloomy. Because, the sweet one will be loyal to make the sweet groove on the sour. Isn't this a unique fair epilogue? When the smile comes and the shackels of disappointment both embrace at the end of the story.

Ever cried till you no longer had tears to shed? Bled till there was no more blood to bleed? Endured till it became a part of you? At that point, pain no longer seems like pain, but reality. No one knows how deep it cuts, how bad it hurts. But you endure it anyways. You don’t cry, you stay strong like a warrior that’ll never give up nor win. Talia Malakai, the Alpha’s daughter by name alone, lived like a shadow in her own home. In a pack where her blood should have earned her respect, she was treated as nothing more than a servant, scorned, unseen, a burden, bad luck, a curse. She learned to bow her head and swallow her voice, to endure the weight of each day like shackles she could never break. Her life was not hers, and she told herself it never would be. But even a broken girl could still be discarded. And when her father—the Alpha, the man who should have protected her—decided to sell her off like unwanted property, he called it relief. A relief from bad luck, he said, a release from the shame of having her as his blood. What awaits a girl who has already lost everything? Could being sold offer the faintest chance at freedom? Or was this only another hell waiting to swallow her whole?

“You will marry him.” Kiva’s breath shook as she stared at her father. “Please,” she whispered. “Don’t do this.” Her brother only laughed. “You should be grateful anyone would even want an omega like you.” Blamed for her twin sister’s death and treated like a servant in her own home, Kiva has spent her entire life unwanted and impossible to love. Until Fabian. The Alpha of the Southern Gates is the only person who has ever looked at her gently. So when he asks her to marry him, Kiva thinks her life is finally changing. She is wrong. Because the moment Damien Orion arrives at the Gates, everything begins to unravel. The Decaulion. Alpha of all Alphas. A man feared like a monster. And the moment he touches Kiva, he looks at her like he has been searching for her his entire life. Now trapped between betrayal, ancient secrets, and a prophecy tied to her hidden bloodline, Kiva is pulled toward a dangerous Alpha whose darkness should terrify her… but somehow feels like home. Because Damien has spent years dreaming about a girl hidden behind a veil. And he is done letting her disappear.

“I’m yours, King Nightbane,” she whispered, breath trembling. “I can feel it… I can’t hide it from you.” My instincts reacted before reason could catch up—not from restraint, but from something far more dangerous. Her presence overwhelmed the space between us. I could sense her without effort. Like the air itself had changed the moment she stepped closer. “I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to belong to someone like you,” she admitted softly. “Completely.” The words should have been innocent. They weren’t. They struck something primitive inside me.

“If you don’t stop looking at my mouth like that,” Hudson murmured, backing me against the bathroom sink, “I’m going to do something we’ll both regret.” ... ... My breath hitched. The door was locked but my heart was beating faster. Hudson stood inches from me, eyes dark, jaw tight, like he was fighting himself just as hard as I was. His hand came up, stopping just short of touching my waist, hovering there like a question. “Tell me to walk away,” he said quietly. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. That was all the permission he needed.

"You're a whore, a whore does not change overtime and you know that." He whispers back, loud enough for the older couple sitting across to hear. And they couldn't help but gasps in shock, as the older woman soaks her teeth in distaste while the older man frowns. "What did you just call me? Ethan, what did you call me? If you can't trust me, then maybe we shouldn't be together." She said, her voice barely above whisper and her eyes teary. But she felt like this was all a dream, they have been quarreling lately but not like this. It has never been like this. Earlier today when she told her sister, Eloise, about this dinner, they all hoped for an engagement. But this doesn't look like an engagement dinner, or does it?. This was some of the last words Aurelia heard from her boyfriend before she stumbled heartbroken into a bar where she meets the man who changed her life.

Kanya Klopper gave three years of her life to one man, her boss and her first love. When they got together, he made it known to the whole office. He held her hand in front of everyone and looked proud to have her. Now, he barely looks at her. Yesterday, he ended it. He said he cheated. He said there was another woman. He broke every promise he once made like it meant nothing. Today, Kanya still has to walk into the same office, still work under him, and still answer every time he calls her name. She does not know how long she can keep doing this, seeing him every day and watching him act like a different man, like their three years never happened. But Kanya can’t bring herself to walk away. Because if he really cheated… why does it feel like he’s hurting too?

Everywhere in the house smelled like him. There were some things she couldn’t forget, like the way he touched her, the way he kissed, and each time they made love… Fuck. Even the thought of it made her panties go wet. “…I want you to fuck me like you mean it, Ocean.” She whispered in his ear, her legs straddling his waist. As long as it was Eris, he would keep coming to her. He was everything she wanted to run away from, and she was everything that he wanted. But Ocean knew from the very moment he saw her, their relationship as step-siblings would be ill-fated.