Your Not My Mother

Synopsis/Blurb: ... "Elena, do you know what you're getting yourself into?" Layla, my best friend asked sounding concerned. All for the right reasons though. I smirked, crossing my legs. "He is rich, he is handsome, he is powerful..." A sly smile graced my lips "Noah Reynolds, is my target" ... Professional con artist Elena Vasquez targets Noah Reynolds, a wealthy businessman with a guarded heart, as her latest mark. Unbeknownst to Noah, Elena plans an elaborate heist that entangles them in a web of deception and unexpected romance. As they navigate through twists, turns, and conflicting emotions, Elena and Noah discover that their lives may be more connected than they ever imagined. Can they overcome their pasts and find love amidst the chaos of their own making?

Leo inherits his late brother's position as Alpha after seven years of dating me. He also inherits his brother's wife and the pack's former Luna, Jasmin. Each time he sleeps with her, he comforts me gently. "You're my only mate, Mia. Once Jasmin gets pregnant and gives birth to Blazetooth Pack's heir, I'll hold the marking ceremony with you." He tells me that's the only condition his family asked of him before allowing him to inherit the position of Alpha. Over the six months after returning to Blazetooth Pack, he sleeps with Jasmin a hundred times. He starts with only spending one night a month with her to sleeping with her every night. Jasmin was finally found pregnant on the 100th night of my staying up the whole night waiting for him. At the same time, I receive news of her and Leo holding the marking ceremony. Upon hearing this, my son asks in confusion, "Didn't they say Dad is having the marking ceremony with the Luna he loves? Why isn't he here to take us home yet?" "Because I'm not the Luna he loves." I caress his head. "That's okay, though. I'll take you back to a place that we can really call home." What Leo doesn't know is that I'm the only daughter of the Alpha King. I've never cared about being Blazetooth Pack's Luna.

Isla Martinez, a dedicated flight attendant, has long sworn off love after a painful past, finding solace only in the skies as she navigates the world of wealthy, demanding passengers. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she crosses paths with Adrian Blackwell, a reclusive billionaire struggling under the weight of his family’s expectations and the loneliness that comes with his wealth. Despite their different worlds, an undeniable connection begins to form between them. Over several flights, Isla and Adrian share fleeting moments that slowly deepen into something more. As their attraction grows, Adrian reveals his vulnerabilities, while Isla grapples with her fear of getting hurt. When a life-threatening emergency forces them to work together, their bond intensifies, but Isla’s insecurities hold her back from giving in to the love blossoming between them. Just as their feelings come to the forefront, Isla pulls away, convinced that she’s not the woman Adrian truly needs. But Adrian, determined to fight for their love, makes a bold move to prove his commitment. In the end, both Isla and Adrian must confront their fears and trust in each other, discovering that true love is worth the risk.

We have always blamed the third person who wanted to snatch another's husband whether it's in novels or in reality. But has anyone ever thought about them? How they feel after seeing the person whom she loved is happy with another person. The story contained how painful it is to see the person you love, who had promised you to grow old, was in bed with another woman. Savannah, who was so in love with Daniel and so did he, suddenly got to know he was getting married. She rushed to him to ask if it was true.. "Savvy, let's break up. You deserve better. " By saying he left from there. She was boiling due to anger, pain and sorrow.. She clenched her fists and said with a smirk, "Daniel, you can only be mine. In this life or in the next life, you can only end up with me and me Or no one. " Since she didn't get him, she would destroy him.. Reminder: the story will contain some violence, sexual assault, murder and bloody incident.

After the death of her mother, Autumn Jones finally gets her life together the only thing bothering her is a persistent man who wants to buy her building at all costs but she refuses every time. How could she ever sell the last thing she inherited from her mother? She enters a yoga class where she meets Summer whom she befriends immediately not knowing she is her ex"s sister. One day as Summer visits Autumn's coffee shop her brother Domenic shows up, but he doesn't come for his sister. He is behind the man who was trying to buy the building not knowing Autumn was the owner. When his eyes land on Autumn he can't believe that the woman in front of him is the same girl whose virginity he took years ago before going to college. The girl he humiliated just to win a bet not knowing the damage he was causing. She haunted his dreams for years and now was standing in front of him. Autumn didn't waste a second, she threw him out. The shock of seeing him revived all the memories she tried so hard to bury. It takes Domenic a lot of tries and a lot of patience in order to break through Autumn's defenses and earn her trust again, as well as it takes some time for Autumn to understand Domenic's fears. The things get more complicated with the arrival of Alice, a woman whose sole interest in life is to marry Domenic and enter the Davis Jones family. She will stop at nothing to separate Autumn and Domenic, but will she succeed, or will love and trust prevail?

After my 99th confession, my childhood best friend, Michael Leight, finally says yes. I am overjoyed, believing that my years of unrequited love have finally paid off. But when I walk past the pantry, I overhear him speaking tenderly to our family chef, Tahlia Duvey. "Once I take everything from the Kingstons, I'll kick that idiot Ariel to the curb and throw us a grand wedding. Everything here will be yours." My heart feels like a sword has been plunged into it. That night, I storm into Grandpa's study and point at a photo of the Gordon family's heir—Charles, known for always keeping his distance from women. "Grandpa! I want to marry him!" I announce.

One year ago, my life changed forever. I lost everything in one day, starting with catching my best friend and husband in his office, and they weren’t just talking. From that moment, everything fell apart. I believed I would never get over it. I believed it would break me, but I refuse to kneel in defeat. One year later, and I am back stronger than ever. I am back for revenge. I am not the weak woman I used to be. I have changed a lot in the last year. Now, I am going to make my ex-husband and ex-best friend regret what they did. What better way to do that than to go after my ex-husband’s enemy? His half-brother from another mother. The one he hates the most, the one he is jealous of. I plan on teaching my ex-husband a lesson he won’t forget. I am coming for him. I am coming for both, and they have no idea. Karma is a bitch, and it is coming right at them. What I didn’t expect was to end up getting a second chance of my own. Update Schedule starting from the 18th of August: Monday, Thursday and Saturday.

My daughter was born with silver poisoning in her blood—passed down from me—which made it hard for her to sense her wolf, and even harder for her to shift. I worked tirelessly, taking on every job I could, to earn enough money to find a cure for her. One night during a late shift, I saw her. My daughter, dressed like a princess in an elegant, Silverlight-woven gown, sat at a table in a high-end restaurant. With her was my mate—supposedly bedridden and paralyzed—wearing a tailored haute couture suit. Across the table sat the famous she-wolf of our pack, the daughter of a respected elder. They had ordered a lavish dinner, the bill totaling over $500,000. After the meal, I overheard my mate ask our daughter, “You remember how to tell the story, right?” She nodded and replied, “Yes. I’ll tell Mom we were working as werewolf junk collectors all night, collecting waste paper crates, and in the end, we only earned enough to buy half a loaf of bread.” My mate smiled, pleased with the answer. The she-wolf then gifted my daughter an entire collection of newly released moonstone jewelry. Before they left, my mate tipped each waitress $5,000. I stood frozen, tears falling as the truth shattered my heart: my mate—and even my beloved daughter—had been lying to me. Even in dormancy, my wolf mourned. A colleague saw me crying and asked what was wrong. I forced a smile and said, “I’m just happy. I got $5,000 tonight. It would’ve been even better… if it hadn’t come from my mate, the one who’s supposed to be paralyzed and lying in bed.” No one knew what I had sacrificed to be his mate. I waited for an apology. But it never came. So I made my decision. I called my father—the one who had been waiting all these years for me to return as his heir. When I disappeared from their lives, just as they had always secretly wished... That’s when they finally began searching for me across the world.

On the day my boyfriend gets engaged, I'm locked in the bedroom even though I'm supposed to be with him. By the time I make it to the venue, I see him passionately kissing his first love. When I confront him, he scoffs. "Kirsty’s a wealthy heiress who can help with my career. Isn't being my girlfriend enough for you?" With my answer loud and clear, I turn and call home. "Mom, Dad—about that arranged marriage you mentioned... I'm in." The day he marries Kirsty Bainbridge is also the day I marry my alliance partner. And the moment he sees me in a wedding dress, he completely loses his composure.

On Christmas Eve, my father got the man I had secretly loved for ten years drunk and sent him to my bed. When I woke up the next morning, Roy pulled away from my attempt at a good-morning kiss. His voice was cold and distant as he agreed to marry me. After the wedding, Roy wasted no time submitting a transfer request. He took an overseas post and left. He did not return for five years. I gave birth to our daughter, Eve, alone and waited for him to come back home. When I heard that Roy had finally applied to return to a domestic position, I was overjoyed. I spent days preparing, imagining our first reunion as husband and wife. But even when the clock struck midnight, he still hadn't come home. Our daughter, ever so thoughtful, placed her most treasured possession—a photograph of Roy—into my hands. "Don't cry, Mommy," she said softly. "Look, Daddy's right here." I tried to convince myself that his absence was due to a delayed flight. But later that night, while watching the news, I saw him. He was on a crowded city street, holding a young girl in his arms. Beside him stood a woman, her smile soft and warm. Facing the camera, Roy said, "Being with them is my greatest wish." At that moment, something inside me broke. I wrote up the divorce papers, packed our things, and planned to take Eve to change her identity. I didn't want him anymore. The day before we left, a man I had never met came to see me. He was Roy's father. "You could call me Dad," he said, a faint smile playing on his lips. "But I'd rather you call me Ryan." I told him everything about the past five years—how I had waited, how I had hoped. When I finished, he laughed softly, an unusual warmth in his voice. "If it was just business," he said, "perhaps your father should have tied a bow around me and sent me to your bed instead. But I hold my liquor well—if I ever end up wrapped in a bow, you can be sure it's by choice."