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I died listening to my husband fuck his mistress in our bed. Six months pregnant, I bled out on the bathroom floor while they laughed in the next room, while Scylla moaned his name loud enough for me to hear through the walls. The last thing I heard was my husband telling her she felt better than I ever did, and the last thing I felt was my baby going still inside me. Then I woke up. Not in heaven, not anywhere I recognized. In a penthouse overlooking the city where I died, with a man standing over me who said he brought me back as an experiment. Zephyr Arcanis, billionaire, recluse, apparently the only person alive who knows how to resurrect the dead. He gave me three years before my borrowed time runs out, three years to do whatever I want with this second life. I chose revenge. I should focus on destroying Dexter and Scylla, on making them pay for what they did to me and my baby. But Zephyr watches me like I'm a puzzle he can't solve, touches me like he's afraid I'll vanish, and when I get close to my ex-husband for the plan, Zephyr's jealousy turns vicious in ways that terrify and thrill me. He says he doesn't feel anything, says I'm just an experiment to test his power. Then why does he bleed when I hurt? Why does his skin turn pale every time he saves me? And when my three years are almost over, why does he whisper that he'll die in my place if it means I get to keep living?

My mother loved a billionaire once. He destroyed her quietly, with power and control and the particular cruelty of a man who knew nobody would believe his wife's pain. She left him with nothing but the clothes on her back and a warning she planted deep inside me before I could even walk. *Never marry a billionaire.* I believed her. I built my own empire. I refused every wealthy, charming, well-suited man who came to my table with a ring and a rehearsed smile. Then I walked into The Harlow Hotel and saw a waiter. No charm. No performance. Just steady eyes that looked at me like I had startled him and then looked away first. Shyly. His name was Charles Dick. Simple. Honest. Real. Everything my mother's warning was never about. I pursued him. I provided for him. I loved him completely. Five days before our wedding he told me the truth. And everything collapsed in sixty seconds. Because the most dangerous love stories are not the ones that begin with lies. They are the ones where two people lie to protect themselves from the very love they have been searching for their entire lives. .... Vivienne Donald had sworn she would never marry a billionaire. She kept her word. She married something far greater.

What if the Omega everyone dismissed was the most powerful Lycan of them all? Rejected, betrayed, and broken. Anna Summers was once an Omega. Now, she’s rising as a powerful Luna with secrets that could reshape the Lycan world. What happens when the girl they scorned becomes the storm they can’t outrun?

Mona wakes up, trying to stab Kai and not remembering anything past the age of six. Instead of killing her, Kai rejects Mona as his mate and banishes her. But not before blaming her for the death of the people closets to her. Years later, Mona isn't the girl that couldn't remember. She is now Alpha Moon, the Alpha of the Wolvin pack, a group of former rogue women and a few men. She still can't remember everything from her past and every memory she gains leaves her with more questions. How could she do all these horrible things in a former life? And how can she protect her pack from new threats and old ones?

One touch, and I was lost.”’ His voice was a whisper against my ear, his breath hot on my neck. “He cannot touch you the way I do, Bella. He does not know your body like I do. You are mine. Every inch of you, every hidden place, every moan you make. And nothing, not even your mother, will keep me from owning this pussy." His words burn against my skin, like a promise and a threat at the same time. "You're mine. And I don't share." ******* Isabella Moretti made one mistake. One night that should have stayed buried. One moment with the man she was never supposed to want; her stepfather, Damian Blackwell. She runs to New York. A fresh start. A shot at her journalism career and a life where she can forget the way his hands felt on her body. But Damian doesn't believe in letting go. Not when it's what he wants. When her mother announces Isabella's engagement to her friend's son and asks her to come home to meet her new husband, she thinks maybe she's finally escaped. Until she sees her stepfather-to-be’s face. It's him. Damian Blackwell Damian isn't just the man whose body she wants; he's hiding something dark enough that could actually launch her career into the world. Or destroy everything she's ever loved. Now Isabella's trapped between impossible choices: Her mother's approval, love and a "perfect" future The man who owns every forbidden part of her soul But some fires don't just burn.They consume everything. A dark stepfather romance where the lines between ambition and desire blur beyond recognition.

Fawn Jones doesn’t get a chance to resolve the issues with her marriage. No, she gets murdered in her own bathtub. Drowned by the husband she hated after he had moved his mistress into their bed, Fawn’s last lucid thought is a promise before death. "I will not stay weak. I will make you pay. If not in this life, then the next." Then she wakes up. Different room. Different body. Different life. Cassandra Huntington – rich, infamous, beautiful in a way Fawn never had been. Cassie had been in a coma for six months after a car crash. Her billionaire husband, Blake, had just signed the paperwork to turn off her life support when she suddenly started breathing on her own. Now everyone thinks Fawn is Cassandra. The media calls it a miracle. Blake calls it complicated. The woman wearing his wife’s face is softer, sharper, funnier… and so tempting he hates himself for wanting her. Fawn calls it an opportunity for revenge. Her killers are still out there. Her old body is in the ground under a lie. And the only weapons she has now are Cassandra’s money, Cassandra’s reputation… and Cassandra’s husband. So, she plays the role. Learns to walk in six-inch heels. Smiles for the cameras. Seduces a man who once couldn’t stand his wife and now can’t seem to stay away from her. While she quietly buys into the company that ruined her old life. While she gets close enough to the man who killed her to watch him crack. They drowned the wrong woman. Now she’s awake. And she’s not done.

Damon moreau is a powerful tech billionaire who survives through control.Raised by an absent father and a morally grounded mother, Damon learned early that vulnerability was dangerous. After his father's suicide following corporate betrayal, damon became emotionally closed off, relying heavenly on his mother, Evenlyn as his moral compass and emotional anchor. That anchor shatters when Evelyn is killed in an assassination attempt meant for Damon. Unknown to damon, the man behind the trigger is luca raines an elite assassin shaped by childhood abuse and years inside a private military syndicate run by Adrian kessler. Luca has never hesitated on a job before,but when he sight Damon through his scope something breaks his bullet misses Damon and instead killed Evenlyn when she steps in to the line of fire. Wracked with guilt Luca accepts Adrian's next order embed himself in damon's security detailed as his personal bodyguard,waiting waiting for the second opportunity to finish the contract. Damon grieving and paranoid,hired enhanced protection. Luca enters his life as a silent guardian, hiding the truth that he caused damon's deepest loss.

She had her whole junior year mapped out. Volleyball. Late nights with her friends. Maybe telling her brother's best friend the thing she's been not-saying for two years. Then her left leg started hurting and a Tuesday trip to the ER rewrote everything. Sloane Deshazo, sixteen, has spent her whole life being easy to love. No drama, no needs, no complications. Ewing Sarcoma, stage 2, doesn't care about any of that. And neither, it turns out, does Chandler Pavelka, who keeps showing up without being asked, in yesterday's jeans and an inside-out hoodie, like staying is the most obvious thing in the world. Sloane knows how to fight. She's learning, slower, how to let someone stay. But remission isn't guaranteed, and some days the scariest thing isn't the diagnosis. It's wanting something this much.

Harry Payne, a sexy and enigmatic CEO. Harry comes from one of the most important and richest families in the entire UK. He is responsible and organised, he is a businessman without time for nonsense or romance. His last girlfriend cheated on him with his best friend because of his unavailability. Now he is facing a big problem. His cousin's wedding is in three days and he needs to find a suitable girlfriend to attend with him. Harry pays a lot of money to stay out of the headlines, so his family has no idea what he has been up to. As he doesn’t have time for relationships he decides to hire a girlfriend for two weeks. Will he be able to keep it professional or will he lose his calm with the beautiful escort Alice?

The day she found out about the tumor, Noemi Rosales made one wild choice—she'd give her corneas to her blind husband, Daniel Gomez. Quietly. No spotlight, no drama. Too bad Daniel only cared about Ivanna Lopez. He ate up every lie she fed him and iced Noemi out like she was nothing. "I want you out of my life." Cool. Noemi could do that. "Ms. Rosales, are you certain you want Mr. Gomez listed as the cornea recipient?" "Yeah. Give them to him. Once I'm gone, the hospital can use the rest of me for science or whatever." She scrawled her signature. "Don't tell him."