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Abby Barns is about to turn eighteen and face the Capitol, where every heir must meet to try and find their fated mate. But Abby isn’t ready to bind herself to a mate she hasn’t even met, not when she’s never felt her wolf stir since she was twelve and not when her family’s secrets keep gnawing at her like a hidden ache. Her sister Melody, once lively and fierce, is presumed dead behind a veil of illness that strikes their clan with increasing ferocity. Abby’s father, Graham, clings to a truth he refuses to admit: Melody’s condition might be more than misfortune. It might be poison. With two friends who are all sunshine and all spark, Abby steps into a city of glittering banners and looming danger, where a prince is guardian to the realm but aloof to the heart. Adrian, the silent, powerful protector with the deepest green eyes, seems to deny Abby’s presence even as her own pulse answers to his almost unspoken call. As old wounds surface, a rogue threat grows louder, and the mystery of Melody’s poisoning unravels a legacy that could redefine who Abby is and who she is fated to become. As Abby discovers the truth about wolf’s bane coursing through her veins, she must decide whether trust is a risk worth taking or a trap designed to hold her forever. In a world where love is both weapon and salvation, Abby’s journey from uncertainty to a life altering bond will test family loyalties, awaken a dormant wolf, and force her to choose between a dangerous future and a love she never expected.

At the wedding, I immediately recognized that the woman under the veil wasn't Selene, but an impostor. But I still went through with the ceremony as if nothing was wrong. In my previous life, Selene had been forced to return and complete the wedding with me after I exposed the fake bride in front of everyone. That very night, however, her childhood sweetheart was rushed to the ICU with acute alcohol poisoning. When Selene heard the news, she didn't shed a tear. Instead, she cursed him, saying he got what he deserved. … After we married, Selene and I appeared to be a loving couple on the surface. I kept funneling money from my family to save her family business from collapse. But on our first anniversary, my wife—with not even a sliver of warmth in her eyes—tied me to a helicopter with her own hands. "If you hadn't forced me to come back and marry you that day, Chase wouldn't have ended up like that," she snarled. "What right do you have to live so happily? I'll make sure you feel the pain he went through before he died." She threw me from ten thousand yards up, and I hit the ground as nothing more than a broken heap of flesh. So, this time, I pretended to know nothing and went through with the wedding alongside the fake bride. I wanted to see just how Selene would manage to save the crumbling Liraine Co. without the Schreiber family's support.

Ma meilleure amie et moi avons épousé les héritiers d'une grande famille fortunée. J'ai dit « oui » à l'aîné, Alexandre, un brillant chirurgien, tandis qu'elle s'est unie au cadet, Thomas, un PDG aussi brillant que glacial. Le jour de notre mariage, Alexandre s'est volatilisé pour aider son ex à retrouver son chien perdu. Un comble ! Ma grand-mère, sous le choc, a fait une crise cardiaque. J'ai supplié Alexandre de revenir pour la sauver. « Tu as perdu la tête, Emma ? » m'a-t-il lancé, furieux. « Tu serais prête à maudire ta seule famille pour me faire revenir ? Chloé est désespérée, son chien a disparu. On peut toujours reporter la cérémonie. » Ce jour-là, elle a retrouvé son stupide animal, mais moi, j'ai perdu ma grand-mère à jamais. Je me suis effondrée en larmes. À mon réveil, j'ai regardé Juliette droit dans les yeux : « Je vais demander le divorce. Et toi ? » Elle m'a serrée contre elle, les joues ruisselantes : « Moi aussi, c'est fini. » Quand les frères Lefèvre ont reçu nos demandes de divorce, ils ont pleuré comme des enfants...

My eyes spontaneously moved to wander at the woman who looked so different compared to the other women. She's not that tall like the other young ones, I can see her good physique, slim, voluptuous and matured body like the models I see from magazines and televisions. The woman has a white and silky skin, long and black spiral curls hair that almost extended past to her waist. Nangingibabaw siya kumpara sa iba, nangingibabaw ang kulay ng balat niya, lalong lalo na ang kaniyang itsura kahit pa mayroong takip na face veil ang kalahati ng kaniyang mukha. I turned to a gay and motioned for him to come over to me. "Yes, Mr. Elizondo? How can I help you?" I pointed the woman before. "I want her." Tiningnan niya ang itinuro ko, nakita ko ang pangamba sa kaniyang mukha. "S-Si... Ana, sir...?" "Ana..." I mumbled. Such an angelic name but that body is wanting me to make a goddamn sin. "Yes, I want her. Maibibigay mo ba?" "I'm so sorry, sir. But you need to wait until the auction starts. And it is strictly forbidden to bring our women with—" "Who's her owner?" "Her Auntie, sir. Hawak siya ng Auntie niya at mukhang pinahihinog pa." "I'll talk to her," I uttered and searched for the woman again. She's looking at the crowd with her innocent eyes, with the sudden burst of her tears, the woman possessed with seducing regard. "I want her," pag uulit ko, mas mariin. "Ana..."

Evelyn couldn't see the school rules being ignored and the harming of others running rampant. In her new school there is a boy who always behaves at his own whim and pretends to be in power. What is more, she does not understand that in the situation the teacher or the school does nothing but give a warning. It is known later that his influential background made the school can't do anything Unfortunately, the person whom Elyn really hates and avoids is the fiance arranged by her parent. Anthony is really the big-boss at school. But his rebellious attitude was for a reason. Everything Anth did with his gang was a form of protest to the school. After getting to know Anthony better and the reasons behind his aggressive attitude. Elyn could feel the loneliness, also seeing what was hidden deep down in Anthony's heart. Despite still not fully accepting Elyn as his fiancee, Anth is comfortable with Elyn as she is the only stranger present in Anth's life without being involved in his past. Anth begins to open up to Elyn, from there their relationship develops. Witness Anth's persistence in uncovering the truth about what happened a year ago to his best friend–Alan and the suffering Carol has had to experience losing the person she loves. James makes a confession to them–Anth, Carol and William. It opens the veil of mystery that happened to Alan on that day. But after learning the whole story that happened to Alan, Anth can't do anything about it. Finding the truth hurts him, time cannot be turned back and all that remains is regret. Anth must be able to start learning to accept Alan's departure like Carol who gradually releases the memory of her togetherness with Alan.

Sister Reina Valen thought her life was set, hidden behind convent walls, cloaked in the nun habit, and bound by chastity. But everything shatters when she steps into University of California, only to feel her wolf stir for the first time in years. The cause? Professor Julian Maverick, the hot, charming yet cold professor at the podium, her fated mate. What should have been impossible becomes inevitable. He’s not just her professor. Something she soon discovers. He’s a spy agent, sent by the Alpha King to track down the kingdom’s long-lost only heiress to the throne who went missing as a baby. He realizes that this same daughter now wears a nun’s veil and hides the birthmark that could claim a crown. Reina is that heiress. But loving him means breaking every vow. Mating him means going back on her vows. And when a scandal threatens to destroy them both, Reina must choose between duty to the throne or surrendering to a desire that could burn the country down. As secrets unravel, enemies close in. The King is poisoned. The Royal Council plots rebellion. When Reina discovers she's carrying Julian’s child, the greatest taboo of all explodes into the public eye: a nun pregnant by her forbidden mate. In a world ruled by werewolves, tradition, and betrayal, will their love survive the storm—or spark a new era? She was never meant to lead. He was never meant to love her. But fate doesn’t ask. It commands. And as the country trembles on the edge of war, one question remains: Can a nun-turned-Alpha King-to-be rewrite her legacy with her mate by her side or she's cursed to be alone forever? Their bond is sacred. Their love is a crime. And it’s only just begun.

How wonderful will it be to turn back time and undo some of our worst mistakes, right? She is sent back in time after being betrayed by the people she loved the most. To redeem her lost glory by moving on or to become a villain in her own story by seeking revenge. ******* A low, unbearable grunt escapes Margarita's lips as she peels her eyes open. Her solemn face was expressionless as she looked around. 'Where is she?' she thought, still scanning the place. Dressed in a beautiful white, glamorous wedding dress that had diamonds attached to every inch of the hem of the floating gown. She realizes a white veil is dangling from her hair. Bone-crushing pain shot through her spine as memories from her past came rushing to her head at once. A shrieking yelp escapes her lips as she clutches tightly to her head, trying to stop seeing those images. Their betrayals. Her lover and her older sister had teamed up to send her to the afterlife. Images of how she'd wholeheartedly loved them flashed past, slapping her on the face as her core twisted in misery. Her eyes were wedged with tears, and her heart was bleeding from regret. Even her best friend joined in on her demise. Oh! If only she'd realized earlier that it was all a facade. If only she were giving us a chance to return to Earth. But she knew deep down that it was all wishful thinking. However, "Your wish has been fulfilled, Lady Margarita, to redeem your lost glory or to return as a villainess for revenge." She hears a voice deep in her subconscious… **Please support this shameless author by voting for the book if you like it.**

Four years of loving Marchello Enzo taught me one thing— it was finally time to let him go. He was the Don of the Marchello mafia empire. And I was supposed to become his Donna—his partner, his equal, the woman who stood at his side. But the moment his childhood sweetheart returned, radiant and adored, I understood something painfully simple: The title of Donna was never meant for me. It belonged to her. So before I walked away, I made three quiet decisions— First, I tossed the wedding ring he believed I treasured, and altered my million-dollar wedding dress to the measurements of the woman who had always held his heart. Second, I packed every extravagant gift he had ever given me—and donated them all to charity. They had once felt like proof of love; now they were nothing but proof of my foolishness. Third,I reclaimed a position I once abandoned for him—one I had turned down twice because he wanted me at his side. This time, I chose myself. My work. My life. A path that did not depend on his promises. On the day of his wedding, when he lifted the bride’s veil and realized it wasn’t me… the ruler of a billion-dollar underworld empire shattered. He tore the city apart looking for me— But he never found me. Because by then, I was already thousands of miles away, buried in my work, building the life he never believed I’d choose. I held the one secret he never imagined he’d lose: our child.

At my own wedding, I find out the woman behind the veil isn't even the one I'm supposed to be marrying. Instead of getting mad, I give her the wedding of the century. It's all because of what happened in my past life. I'd exposed that she wasn't my bride in front of everyone and blew up the whole ceremony. That forced Jessie Clarke, who'd been at the hospital with her childhood sweetheart, Oliver Grant, to rush over reluctantly so we could still get married. Because of that, Oliver refused treatment and died on the operating table. When I heard he was gone, I told Jessie she should see him one last time, but she refused. All she said was, "Blame it on his bad luck." After we got married, we acted just as in love as before. I kept getting money from my family to save her company every time it was on the verge of collapse. But on the anniversary of Oliver's death, Jessie shoved me off the top floor of her company. I hit the ground hard enough to end up a broken, bloody mess. As I fell, I caught one last look at her face, streaked with tears. "If you hadn't forced me back to marry you, Oliver wouldn't have died! You get to keep me, but I lost him for good! Why do you get to live a happy life?" So that was it. She'd blamed me for Oliver's death from the start. She'd never loved me at all. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back at our wedding ceremony.

All her life, Evangeline knew only one thing: pain. Born from her father’s affair, a living reminder of a mistake, she grew up as a ghost in her own house. Unwanted. Useful only when the cameras were on. Never when love was needed. Then one morning, everything shifted. “Roman De Luca wants to marry your sister. He is too dangerous for her. So you will take her place.” A decision, not a question. And in that moment, Eva finally understood: this wasn’t about protecting her sister. It was the easiest way to erase her. On the day of the wedding, she is pushed forward like someone disposable. A stand-in. Roman De Luca, the feared mafia heir, was known for rage, for cold judgment, for destroying anyone who lied to him. So Eva walks down the aisle with trembling hands, waiting for the moment he exposes her and ends her. But when he lifts her veil, he doesn’t look furious. He looks like a man finally breathing. “I always knew it would be you,” he whispers, his voice breaking. “This was the only way I could have you.” Eva shakes, stunned. “I thought you wanted my sister.” He touches her like she’s something fragile, something rare. “You said it yourself,” he murmurs. “Whatever you have, your sister gets snatched from you. And whatever your sister hates gets dumped on you.” His thumb brushes her cheek, slow, reverent. “So to have you, my queen, I willingly let myself get dumped.”