What If Ned Told Robert Fanfiction

Elidra wakes up in a palace of gold and silence, her mind a hollow shell. Alpha Silas, the charismatic leader of the Silver Crest Pack, calls her his wife and beloved Luna. He claims she is a hero, injured while defending their borders. But the chilling terror in the eyes of the pack members tells a different story. Elidra soon discovers a horrifying truth: before her memory was wiped, she was no hero. She was a ruthless, cold-blooded tyrant who ruled with an iron fist and a heart of ice. The fragile peace of her new life shatters when Silas demands she execute a high-value prisoner. The man in the silver chains is Cassian, a fallen Alpha with a body covered in scars. The moment their eyes lock, a fated mate bond explodes between them, violent and undeniable. Cassian is her soul’s match, the man she once hunted, tortured, and destroyed. Trapped between a "hero" husband who is secretly her jailer and a "villain" mate who has every reason to want her dead, Elidra must navigate a deadly game of shadows. She discovers that her amnesia was a weaponized move by Silas to suppress her legendary White Wolf power. Now, the woman who was once a monster must find a way to become a savior. To save Cassian, Elidra must embrace the darkness of her past while fighting for a redemption she isn't sure she deserves. As ancient prophecies resurface and a secret pregnancy threatens to shift the balance of power, Elidra and Cassian are forced into a desperate flight for survival. In a world where love is a blood debt and mercy is a death sentence, they must decide if their bond is strong enough to survive the truth of the woman she used to be.

Blurb: After being ridiculed in front of the whole pack by her husband and getting an unexpected divorce thrown at her, Camile becomes an object of ridicule and to cope with the pain, would go out one night only to run into the two infamous Alpha best friends and would have a one night stand with them. It's supposed to be a one time thing and a secret she'd take to her grave but Arlo and Kael, her ex-husband enemies, have been craving her for years and now that they finally have a taste, they're not ready to let her go.  And across the country, another man, a hybrid king whose existence is believed to be a myth, has been biding his time and waiting to finally claim her as his mate while knowing her true identity. 

I was with Marco, the New York Mafia heir, for seven years. He never told his family about me. But when I walked in on a wedding rehearsal and saw the groom embracing the bride-to-be. It was Marco! "Her fiancé's held up in Italy. I'm just a stand-in," he told me, but his eyes never left her. "You're the best wedding planner in New York. This wedding has to be flawless." But I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen before. A possessiveness that bordered on resentment. Isabella, the bride, hated every idea I had for her. In the end, Marco told me to give her the wedding I'd spent five years designing for myself. "Our wedding can wait. I'll give you something bigger, I promise. It's just a plan, Sophia. It's what you do. Giving it to a client should be easy, right?" He didn't know. It wasn't just a plan. It was my dying wish. In the end, I gave him what he wanted, quietly preparing to die. Later, he went mad, kidnapping the world’s best doctors—risking a global manhunt—all to save me.

Manhattan was doing that thing again twinkling like it had all the answers, when really it just had expensive lighting. Alexander Knight leaned against the glass wall of his penthouse, seventy-five floors up, watching the city hum below him. Bourbon in one hand (mostly untouched), phone in the other. The merger docs stared back at him from the screen, but the part that actually kept him up at night wasn’t the billions on the line. It was the fine print from the Japanese investors: “Family stability preferred.” Translation: get a wife, look settled, or watch the whole deal slip away. He exhaled, fogging the window for a second before it cleared. His assistant had already sent over a neat little list of “suitable” women—discreet, polished, zero drama. Women who understood arrangements. He hadn’t even opened the attachments. Because something about the whole thing felt… hollow. His gaze drifted down, past the grid of lights, to the tiny café on the corner. Golden glow spilling onto the sidewalk, handwritten sign in the window: Local Artist Pop-Up – One Night Only. A woman stood in front of a canvas, head tilted, paint-smudged shirt slipping off one shoulder. She was talking to someone out of view, laughing softly, then stepped back to study her work like it had personally offended her. She glanced up—straight toward his building, straight at him somehow, even though there was no way she could see him up here. But for a split second, their eyes locked across the impossible distance. But right then, with the whole damn city glittering between them, he had this ridiculous, unshakable thought: She’s the one I’m going to ask. And hell help them both when she says yes.

Celeste is trying to navigate life after an accident changes her plans for the future. Just trying to find peace and figure out her next step she never imagined meeting Trevor. Their pull towards each other is anything but ordinary. Through the many ups and downs of Celeste’s past will Trevor be able to break down those walls?

Kecurigaan Kelana terhadap suaminya berawal dari ia yang tak pernah melihat status WhatsApp Heru, tak diizinkan menyentuh ponselnya, juga tak diberikan akses membuka sosial medianya. Suatu hari, Kelana harus menelan pahitnya kenyataan, saat mendapati sang suami tengah bersama wanita lain. Bahkan, Heru lebih memilih wanita tersebut dibanding dirinya yang sudah dinikahi selama delapan tahun. Perpisahan dengan Heru membuat Kelana tak lagi percaya pada sebuah komitmen. Ia menganggap semua laki-laki sama, termasuk Daffa, pria yang tak pernah menjanjikan apa-apa, namun berusaha selalu ada. Apakah Daffa berhasil menembus tembok tinggi yang dibangun Kelana? Ataukah gagal, karena Kelana tetap pada keyakinannya? Ini bukan hanya tentang status yang diprivasi, ponsel yang dikunci, ataupun sandi yang diganti. Ini tentang pernikahan suci yang dinodai—Kelana Maharani. Tak semua laki-laki seperti mantan suamimu. Jika perbandingannya, 3:1, maka jumlah yang sedikit itu adalah aku—Daffa Mahendra

School had just dismissed us for the exam-break when my roommate begged me not to leave her alone in the dorm. She said she was scared and wanted to come home with me. Out of kindness, I brought her back with me. I had no idea that the very first night, she would sneak into my brother's room, and by the next morning, she was screaming that he had assaulted her. Because of that, my brother missed the exam, and his reputation was ruined. When the school board found out, they expelled him. No other school would take him in. To keep me from getting involved in this mess at school, my parents had no choice but to let that roommate live with us. After that, she treated our home like her personal hotel: never lifting a finger, demanding that my parents wait on her every night, and even having them wash her feet. My brother dropped out and took up work at an illegal factory just to support her spending. Then one day, a machine crushed him at that factory. My parents, already exhausted and heartbroken, fell gravely ill and passed away soon after. I was consumed by hatred. In the end, I dragged the roommate who destroyed my family down into the flames with me. Even as I died, I still couldn't understand. What kind of bitter grudge did her family have against mine for her to ruin us like that? But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she asked to come home with me…

Florence, a 22 year old girl who was arranging to marry a handicapped person. What will happen when she had to marry the brother of her fiancé who is hot and handsome but hates her to the core?

Wyatt Roberts, CEO of a successful food company in the Philippines, had wealth, good looks, and power, but lacked love. A past heartbreak had built strong walls around his heart. He was serious, and his employees were intimidated by him. His peaceful life was upset by his ex-girlfriend, the daughter of a powerful business partner of his company, who kept trying to get him to marry her. Desperate, Wyatt asked his new secretary, Effie Cynara, to pretend to be his girlfriend. Feeling pressured, Effie agreed to a one-month fake relationship, hoping to quickly end the problem. But being around each other started to change Wyatt. Effie's kindness, strength, and positive attitude brought back feelings he thought were gone. Their fake relationship became real and risky. Wyatt liked Effie, even though she was counting down the days until their agreement ended. Their growing feelings threatened to ruin their plan. Could Wyatt overcome his fear of being hurt again and take a chance on love with Effie? Or would the end of their agreement and his past hurt keep him alone, even though his heart was opening up to the woman who just wanted to escape his complicated life? The situation was serious, and time was running out.

Ingrid Alessia Romano never dreamed of marrying a man like Leonhardt Dietrich Moretti cold, ruthless, and emotionally unreachable. But when a contract marriage becomes the only way to save her family’s crumbling empire, she signs away her freedom with shaking hands and a frozen heart. Leonhardt, forced to choose between losing everything or marrying a stranger, picks the safer option. Ingrid is the woman who won’t ask for love. What begins as a calculated arrangement spirals into a dangerous game of banter, buried wounds, and forbidden chemistry. In a world where betrayal is currency and emotions are a weakness, Ingrid and Leonhardt must navigate secrets, a haunting past, and a press hungry for blood. But what happens when a fake marriage starts to feel a little too real? Will they survive the lies or each other?