Weisz Edens Zero

Isla Bennett survives on poverty math and a meagre $14.22 bank balance until Gabriel Hunt, the ruthless, intelligent CEO known as The Debt Collector, acquires her $250,847.36 inheritance debt and forces her into a clinical, eighteen-month contract marriage. Told through an alternating first-person POV, this dark romance and financial thriller exposes the cold utility assessment behind a billionaire’s search for an asset chosen specifically for maximum compliance. In a world where finance is a weapon and boardrooms are battlefields, Isla is dragged into a thirty-year revenge plot against the Black Swan, a price-fixing syndicate that murdered her father in 1988. As Gabriel deploys mafia-style tactical teams and extraction protocols to protect his interests, Isla begins a weak-to-strong transformation. She evolves from a waitress who feels like breathing, walking furniture, into an interim CEO capable of executing the hostile absorption of forty-seven companies to dismantle her enemies. Behind the silk dresses and staged performances of a perfect couple lies a lethal game of medical hostage taking and manufactured stress tests designed to prove whether she is Option Zero, the only variable that will not break. From the glass towers of Manhattan to the remote Morrison Estate, the bought variable must choose between the $4.7 billion profit of a ghost and her own sovereignty.

"You’re our sister?" Three boys. Strangers. Yet their eyes hold the same truth. The truth that shatters Kaia’s world. Kaia has spent her life walking on eggshells, hiding bruises, swallowing pain, and surviving a home that never felt like home. But nothing prepares her for the day she’s called to the principal’s office and told her so-called parents are drug traffickers. Worse? They were never her real family. Overnight, Kaia is uprooted and dropped into a cold Canadian town where she's met at the door by three impossibly gorgeous boys… who claim to be her brothers. Thrown into a house of secrets, a school of strangers, and a world that whispers of wolves, Kaia finds herself caught between two rival packs and two infuriatingly magnetic boys whose wolves both claim her as their mate. But Kaia is no ordinary werewolf. She’s a Velen - an ancient, powerful rarity said to either unite or destroy. With the weight of a prophecy on her shoulders, a heart that still fears touch, and a bond that could start a war, Kaia must choose: run from who she is, or rise and rewrite the fate that was stolen from her. Two mates. Three brothers. One power. Zero time to break.

What happens when a food-obsessed blogger dies mid-bite and wakes up as the royal psychiatrist to a Lycan king who’s one bad day away from burning the kingdom down? Ariana never asked to be Lady Elena Voss: ice-cold healer by day, assassin by night, and—thanks to a cosmic clerical error—the fated mate of King Kael Draven, a man whose mind is a battlefield and whose violent alter ego is counting down to total takeover. Kael can hear every single one of her unfiltered thoughts: the panic, the food cravings, the 3 a.m. Reddit scrolls, the running commentary about how stupidly hot he is. And somehow, her chaos is the only thing keeping him halfway human. But Elena’s old life isn’t staying buried. Old enemies remember her blades. Her emotionless little sister is hiding something behind those blank blue eyes. And the snarky blue orb feeding her “missions” might not be what it seems. As the mate bond tightens and Kael’s darkness claws closer, two questions burn louder than the rest: What if the thing she was sent here to heal… is the very thing that will kill her? Can a girl with zero qualifications, a Reddit addiction, and a possessed wolf pup save a broken king— or will his monster claim her first?

Three ruthless Alphas. One fragile mate. A bond that could destroy them all. Liora Thorne has spent her entire life being called cursed. Beaten, silenced, and hidden away by the very people who should have loved her, she’s grown up believing she’s nothing, a mistake the Moon Goddess forgot to fix. Until the day three legendary Alphas arrive in her village… and claim her. Feared across the realm, the Alpha Triplets, Rowan, Ronan, and Riven rule with unmatched power and zero mercy. Wolves tremble at their feet. Packs bow at their command. And now, all three of them are drawn to her, the weak girl who can’t even shift. She’s terrified. They’re obsessed. She wants to run. They’ll never let her go. But Liora holds a secret even she doesn’t understand, one buried so deep, it was poisoned out of her before she could speak her first word. Now, as danger stalks her from the shadows and the bond threatens to break them all, Liora must choose: Survive… or awaken the monster sleeping inside her. This isn't a love story. It’s a possession. A prophecy. A war. And it starts with a girl too broken to fight back.. ...yet too important to ever be free.

"You were promised to me, Alessia, not even death can change that." Alessia Capone was born a mafia princess, powerful last name, perfect future and zero control. At just fourteen, her parents sold her into a blood-soaked engagement with Rino Lombardi, the cold, dangerous heir of Italy’s most feared criminal empire. He was obsessed from the moment he saw her. She hated him before he even spoke. To escape that fate, she ran straight into the arms of another man. A man who turned out to be worse than her worst nightmare. Now, decades later, Rino Lombardi is back. Widowed. Ruthless. More powerful than ever. And still maddeningly obsessed with the one woman who got away. He made a vow to himself. If he can’t have her willingly, he’ll burn the world until she begs to come home. But Alessia is no longer the young girl he once knew. She’s a queen in her own right. She’ll never kneel, never submit, not even to the devil she once escaped. ...Or will she? Because the man she swore to hate may be the only one she’s ever truly belonged to. And this time, he’s not asking.

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Fake crown. Wrong bride. Real mate bond....And one very unplanned pup. Leanna I was the princess’s shadow—her stand-in for speeches, signatures, and, apparently, the Alpha’s impostor bride. Cedric Raine needed a bride to end a war. I needed to survive. The crown was fake. The name wasn’t mine. But every touch on mating night? Terrifyingly real. He marked me, mated me, made me believe I wasn’t just a lie. Until the real princess came back. And he locked me in a cell. So I left—with his heir. Six years later, I don’t wear crowns—I build business empires. Now I return to his palace in heels, diamonds, and zero regrets. And when he sees my little boy with his eyes? The crown won’t be the only thing at my feet. Cedric She wasn’t the princess. I knew it the second she stepped into my court. But her scent, her fire, the way she trembled in my arms—that was real. I kept her because I couldn’t let her go. Even when the truth came for us, I chose silence to protect her. Now she’s back—with a new name, her own kingdom, and a child that looks just like me. And I’d burn mine down just to have her again.

One contract. Two broken hearts. Zero chance of walking away. My life shattered in a single night. Betrayed by my fiancé, drowning in my family's debt, with nowhere left to turn. Then he appeared. Damien Cross. Billionaire. Bastard. The most dangerous man I've ever met. His offer was simple, marry me for one year. Save your family. Ask no questions. I should have said no. Should have seen the trap. But desperation makes you reckless, and I signed my name next to his at 3am in a Vegas chapel, our hands shaking with rage and champagne. The rules were clear: Separate bedrooms, No feelings, When the contract ends, we walk away But... We broke every single one. Now I'm trapped in his world of glass towers and cruel games, where every touch is a weapon and every kiss is a war. He looks at me like I'm his to own, like he'd burn down the world to keep me. I hate him. I crave him. I'm addicted to the chaos we create. But contracts expire. Lies unravel. And when I discover the devastating truth about why he really married me, I'll have to choose, walk away with my heart intact—or stay and let his obsession consume us both. He warned me not to fall in love with him. So, he should have warned himself.

It's 11:30 pm. Home alone, I decide to order some takeout. When the map shows the delivery guy is zero miles away, I receive a call from him. I pick up, only to hear unsettling silence from the other end. I hang up, annoyed. The next moment, the guy texts me, "Sorry, I'm hearing-impaired and unable to speak. I called to notify you to pick up your food as soon as possible. I can't explain things over the phone, and I apologize for that." Then comes another text. "You must've been waiting for a long time. I've left your order at your door, so please pick it up as soon as you can." Just as I prepare to open the door, I see bars of live comments—reminiscent of livestream chats—floating right before my eyes. "Don't open the door! That dude isn't a delivery guy at all! He's a murderer!" "He called you to check if you're a woman living alone!" "Seriously, why are all thriller story protagonists always so dumb? The delivery guy is obviously suspicious, yet she still wants to open the door."

My mom, Susan, had a habit of sending me to get her shopping. However, she would always leave out a zero when paying me back what was owed, blaming on her poor eyesight. I never minded. In fact, I would just cover the cost without another word. Then, Summer, my sister, had to throw shade. “Mom sends you money whenever she wants something. You never show us the actual costs, though. I bet you’re making a nice little profit off Mom behind our backs.” Susan smiled and didn’t even bother to defend me, as if confirming Summer’s accusations. My heart sank. Over the years, I had bought her things from major appliances to the smallest groceries, and each time, the payment she sent was short. Susan would just brush the whole thing off by saying, “Oh, my eyes aren’t what they used to be. My bad.” I had poured hundreds of thousands into her expenses, only to end up with a reputation as a thief who cheated her own family. When Susan sent me money for the New Year’s Eve catering, I simply booked food that fit the budget she paid for.