Y/n Attack On Titan

Ethan Shaw had died. Before the funeral, his wife, Stella Walker, packed his belongings and found a thick photo album. [My True Love] On the cover, it said— She opened it. The photos inside were not of her. They were Rachel Chester—the girl Ethan had adopted years ago. Not only that, Ethan left all his wealth to her. Stella died with hate in her heart. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the night before she married Ethan. This time, she chose to live for herself and walked away from Ethan to pursue her own dream. What she did not expect was that, in this life, Ethan went mad looking for her when she left. He searched for her everywhere.

After my parents died, I was unexpectedly adopted by the Alpha and Luna, becoming the only human in werewolf territory. For twenty years, their twin Alpha heirs showered me with affection. Their pursuit and favoritism made everyone madly envious. But when I wanted to choose a mate, both rejected me. Kane said, "I want to focus on expanding our wolf territory first. I don't want to find a mate so early." Liam said, "Humans cannot bear Alpha bloodline." The next day, at my birthday banquet, both simultaneously proposed to the Omega servant's daughter. To make her happy, they forced me to drink "Blood Flame" liquor that humans couldn't possibly handle. I was completely heartbroken. On the day I was discharged from the hospital, I called my adoptive mother. "I'm willing to marry the Vampire King."

On the night of the Silvermoon Festival, the entire Black Forest pack is bathed in the light of the Moon Goddess. I'm about to share the spectacle with Kaelen through the mind-link, but then I spot a familiar figure. Kaelen Payne, my Alpha and fated mate, is holding a she-wolf in his arms. She tilts her face up to him, her voice edged with challenge. "Kaelen, prove I'm not just a secret. Mark me." My blood seems to freeze as I hear Kaelen murmur his agreement before pressing his mouth to hers. My wolf lets out a painful howl inside me. Just an hour ago, Kaelen's voice had come through the mind-link, "My Luna, I wish I could see the festival too, but there's an emergency at the border. Don't forget to share it with me through the mind-link." My fingertips turn cold, and I instinctively reach for him through the mind-link.

My fated mate, Alpha Baton, had once shackled his bloodlust for me. He’d built a corporate empire from the ashes of his bloody conquests, all to give me a civilized home. Even when my father was framed for murdering the brother of his first love, Seraphina, he held me gently. "Don't worry, Tricia. I'll face this with you." But on the day of the trial, my father was condemned as a murderer and exiled to the North. And Baton? He was celebrating, with his arm wrapped around Seraphina. I hunted down the witness, demanding answers, only to find him trembling as he stared at Baton, who stood right behind me. It was Baton. He had threatened the witness into lying. He was willing to destroy my father, just to make Seraphina happy. "Seraphina's brother is dead. Someone has to pay the price." The mate bond between us didn't just snap—it shattered. Agony ripped through my soul. If I meant nothing to him, our marking ceremony was a promise. And now, it was one I had to break.

My husband, Gavin Chapman, is giving his secretary, Natasha Gardner, exactly what she wants. He's making her his wife. To pull it off, he fakes a lab accident, pretends to have amnesia, and brings her home. In his office, Gavin wraps his arms around Natasha and murmurs indulgently, "Not just Mrs. Chapman. Even if you want to pretend to be the vice president for a week, I'll let you." My eyes dim, but I let the lie go on. The next day, at a press conference, Gavin holds Natasha's hand and tells the world she's his real wife. He even threatens to kick me out of the company and take over all my research data. Dozens of cameras swivel toward me, waiting for my outburst. But I stay silent and simply sign the termination papers. Gavin doesn't know that the pharmaceutical project he believes will be done in seven days isn't quite finished. There's still one final step, and I'm the only one who knows how to do it.

Once I get reborn, the first thing I will do is swap mates with my cousin, Clara Evonfall. In my previous life, Clara and I had held our mate-bonding ceremonies on the same day. Clara, a docile and gentle she-wolf, was forced to become the mate of Gilbert Vargas, the cold and aloof Alpha of the Bloodthorn pack. On their bonding anniversary, Gilbert abandoned Clara just so he could be with his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Penning. Because of that incident, Clara and Gilbert gave each other the cold shoulder for the next 50 years. As for me, I've dreamed of becoming a Gamma warrior since I was a pup. But I ended up forming a mate bond with Oliver Stanton, a Beta playboy. Oliver disliked me for not being romantic enough, saying that I didn't know how to doll myself up for him. We argued with each other every day to the point that he rarely came home. When I open my eyes again, I realize that Clara and I have returned to the timeframe of two days before our bonding ceremonies.

On our wedding night, my husband Grayson's sister-in-law, Scarlette, stumbled drunkenly into our bridal suite and threw her arms around him, refusing to let go. "Kayla, my husband died young, and I really just want a child. Please, lend him to me for one night," she cried through her tears, shoving a toy into my hand. "I promise I'll return him tomorrow. And if you get lonely… you can use this to comfort yourself." I stood there, dumbfounded, my gaze shifting in confusion to Grayson, who was already helping Scarlette steady herself. "You're really going to sleep with her?" He avoided my eyes, his tone strangely urgent. "Don't overthink it. She's drunk and talking nonsense. I'll take her back to her room to rest." As he started to leave with her, I stepped in front of them, blocking their way. "Grayson, it's our wedding night tonight. Are you seriously going to walk out with her?" His expression darkened as he pushed me aside. "You're my wife now—try to be more sensible. Don't get jealous over something so trivial." Then, carefully, he guided her out of the room. I wanted to run after him and stop them, but when I saw the deep concern in his eyes as he looked at her, the truth finally hit me. The love this man had for me was no longer mine alone. And if that was the case, why should I cling to a marriage that had already soured? I might as well walk away with my head held high.

Diego Pinto organizó sesenta y seis viajes solo para pedirme matrimonio. Y fue recién en el intento número sesenta y siete que logró de verdad tocarme el corazón. El día después de la boda, le preparé sesenta y seis tarjetas de perdón. Teníamos un trato: cada vez que me hiciera enojar, podía usar una para ganarse mi perdón sin discusiones. Durante seis años de matrimonio, cada vez que me enojaba por su amiga de toda la vida, él venía y me pedía que le quitara una tarjeta. Pero cuando usó la tarjeta número 64, Diego se dio cuenta de que algo en mí ya había cambiado.

Romance, seducción y un dulce sabor a venganza. Destruida por la traición de su prometido, Patricio Garza, Valeria Rivas hace lo impensable en una noche de desesperación: llama a la puerta de Damián Figueroa, el enigmático y peligrosamente atractivo magnate al que todos temen y desean en secreto. Lo que sigue es una noche de rendición absoluta, un fuego que consume toda razón y la deja marcada para siempre. Para Valeria, fue un acto impulsivo de revancha contra el hombre que le rompió el corazón. Poco imaginaba que acababa de caer en la red exquisitamente tejida por Damián, un hombre acostumbrado a conseguir siempre, exactamente, lo que desea. Valeria Rivas, antes la joya de la alta sociedad, admirada por su belleza, pero tristemente célebre por haberse humillado por amor a Patricio. La infidelidad la convirtió en el foco de los chismes de la ciudad, un hazmerreír público. ¿Quién diría que su caída más estrepitosa la llevaría directamente a los brazos del hombre más poderoso e inalcanzable de todos? Ella creyó que esa noche prohibida sería un borrón y cuenta nueva, un adiós silencioso. Él decidió que era solo el principio de su plan. Damián Figueroa no estaba dispuesto a soltar a la mujer que había despertado algo inesperado en él. Una noche, él la acorrala en su puerta. Su mirada arde con una mezcla de reproche y una posesión que la hace estremecer. —¿Creíste que podías usarme y luego marcharte como si nada? Desde entonces, escapar se vuelve una fantasía inútil. Cada noche, Damián la reclama, llevándola al límite entre el dolor y un placer adictivo que la deja temblando, agotada pero sintiéndose, para su propia confusión, más viva que nunca. «¡Dios mío! ¿Por qué este hombre... por qué es tan imposible resistirme a él?»

My husband, Matthew Glover, fabricates a scandal to help his childhood sweetheart, reporter Melanie Reed, boost her numbers. "Mrs. Glover Sleeps Around—Multiple Affairs Lead to Repeated Miscarriages." He uses it as a gimmick to grab attention. Next thing I know, my name's in the mud and the internet's tearing me to pieces. When I bring up divorce, Matthew says I'm blowing things out of proportion. "Melanie just started at the TV station. If she doesn't deliver, her coworkers will laugh at her. You're just doing her a favor. It's not like you're actually losing anything." I don't even bother arguing with him. I simply push the divorce agreement toward him. "If you want to help her, go ahead. But we're getting divorced!"