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"Don't you miss daddy?” Cierra’s breath caught. “I thought I killed your ass…” A low, knowing chuckle followed. “Well… my cock found you, princessa.” Then he moved, fast...pinning her against the wall before she could think, before she could run. Cierra Monroe never chose this life. She only agreed to stand in her mother’s place, to wear the veil, sign the papers, and complete a wedding meant to protect her family while her mother faced a prison and court case she couldn’t escape. It was never meant to be hers. Never meant to follow her. But that one act tied her fate to a man she was never supposed to belong to… her stepfather. Now, what should have been temporary is anything but! Because somewhere between obligation and silence, between restraint and forbidden temptation......something unspoken begins to form, something neither of them planned, and neither of them can fully deny. What begins in secrecy tightens into obsession. What feels like protection shifts into control. And the line between duty, power, and desire slowly disappears as Cierra is pulled into a dangerous reality where vows carry weight, trust is fragile, and escape comes at a cost she may not survive. Because some promises were never meant to end. And some were never meant to exist at all. Alas, not all that glitters is gold. Sometimes… all that glitters is her stepdad.

As Jastrelle's golden girl, I draw lots to pick my groom, and fate finally hands me Felix Ledger, the childhood sweetheart I've wanted forever. During the impromptu wedding, a funeral convoy belonging to a scion of a rich family in Jastrelle passes right outside. I hate the omen. Felix laughs, pulls me into his arms, and places the veil over my head himself. "I'll take it as a good omen. With you, I'm covered from first breath to last," he says. His adoptive sister, Winnie Ledger, hears him, bursts into tears, and bolts outside. The funeral convoy runs her down, and she dies. Felix barely reacts. Three years later, Dad is framed, driven into bankruptcy, and falls gravely ill. He dies, and I lose everything. At the funeral, Felix sends everyone off, shoves me into the open grave, and buries me alive. He spits, "You rigged everything to get me. You left Winnie ruined. She bolted outside, and that funeral convoy ran her down. For three years, remorse has eaten me alive. I want you torn apart! "With your last protector gone, I can finally make you suffer a hundredfold the pain Winnie felt and ease my hatred!" When I open my eyes, I'm back at the groom-selection ceremony. Dad smiles as he hands me the lots. I shake my head, look out the window, and point at the funeral convoy passing outside. "I'm not choosing anyone. I'll marry that dead man!"

Shawn Hansen, Wigston's most notorious playboy, always has a thing for dazzling women. This time, his eyes are set on Carrie Myers, my fiance Harvey Anderson's close friend. And now, he decides to marry her on the same day as my wedding. When I go to Harvey to discuss the wedding details, I walk in on him holding Carrie and promising, "Don't worry. I'll marry you. Our churches are side by side, and with your face hidden under the veil, I'll swap you in for her. No one will ever notice." Carrie sobbed, her voice filled with concern. "Angelina is clever. She will undoubtedly notice something is wrong." He kisses her forehead gently and comforts her, "I'll drug her so she won't be able to think straight or resist." Only then does she relax, yet she asks curiously, "You really don't mind letting her marry Shawn?" Harvey thinks seriously before replying, "I love you and must marry you first. Shawn is my good friend, so even if he marries her, he wouldn't touch her. I'll bring her back once he realizes the bride has been switched. By then, the two of you can serve me together." I can't bear to listen any longer, and I turn to leave with a broken heart. Despite the sorrow, I am determined to become Shawn's wife.

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..."

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.

She was publicly rejected, hunted down, left to die. He’s the untouchable Alpha King who claims her anyway. But he has lots of enemies. Synopsis Mira Locke experiences the ultimate humiliation. Her fated mate, Jax, rejects her in front of the whole pack at the Shadow Bridge Bonding Ceremony. While still heartbroken, she escapes an assassination attempt and leave for Lunar Veil. For Jax, rejecting Mira isn't enough. He wants her eliminated, so he sends bounty hunters after her. One rain-soaked night, with hunters chasing, Mira falls into the arms of Darius Kane, the powerful Alpha King of Lunar Veil, who is fighting to keep his throne against three rival packs. The second their skin touches, the mate bond snaps into place. Darius saves Mira and takes her to his castle where he announces Mira as his Luna. After the devastating heartbreak she suffered from Jax, Mira's heart is closed to love. Darius himself has too much on his plate to bother about romance. His pack is threatened from many sides, and there are even enemies within the ranks. Yet, their proximity increases the chemistry between them. With so much chaos around them, they find peace in each other's company. A plague happens befalls Lunar Veil. The pack's seer reveals Mira carries cursed blood, and the plague is happening because of her. The seer reveals this is the reason Mira's first fated mate rejected her and tried to kill her. The plague will worse if she is not banished. Darius has to choose between the pack he has bled and sweated to sustain and his growing love for Mira.

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.**