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Rejected, Then Forced To Be His Bride
1.0K·Alissa NexusFate chose her. Power made him refuse. Ruby was never the Luna Troy wanted. The girl with silver eyes and no wolf the pack whispered about behind her back. The girl he rejected publicly on the day that was supposed to be their wedding and mating ceremony, choosing pride and power over the bond that tied them together. Humiliated before the entire pack, Ruby walked away from the man destined to love her. And when Troy realized too late that rejecting her had been the biggest mistake of his life, Ruby refused to come back. So on the day Ruby was supposed to marry another and finally start over, he stole her from her own wedding and forced her back into his world—back into a marriage she never wanted. Now trapped beside the man who broke her heart, Ruby is no longer the weak girl Troy remembers. The years apart changed her. Hardened her. And the power inside her has grown into something the entire werewolf world fears. A power strong enough to stop wars. Strong enough to make kings kneel. Suddenly, everyone wants a piece of her. The council sees her as a weapon. Rival Alphas see her as a prize. Enemies lurking in the shadows want her power for themselves. And Troy, the man who once shattered her, will burn down the world before he lets anyone take her again. But forced proximity only reopens old wounds. Because beneath Ruby’s anger still lingers the bond neither of them escaped. Beneath Troy’s cruelty hides obsession, regret, and a dangerous love that has only grown more possessive with time. Now caught between revenge and desire, freedom and fate, Ruby must decide if Troy deserves a second chance… —or if the Alpha who ruined her should finally lose everything.
Where I Belong
3.0M·RV.ElliottAva Mendez...Smart, sweet and one of the most loyal girls you will ever meet. After just having graduated from medical school becoming a qualified doctor Ava was looking for a job. Living at home with her mom 23 year old Ava was bored. All her life Ava was always buried in a book, her school work always came first and now with her having made her dream come true she was moving onto bigger things. Ava always felt something was missing in her life, had been since she was 7 years old. Her father. Frances 'Franko' Mendez president of the infamous Devils Due motorcycle club (mother chapter). Franko is a powerful and dangerous man who ruled over all Devils Due worldwide. He is highly respected but mostly feared by other MCs.Follow Ava through her journey of being thrust into a world where she doesn't belong. Ava was in search for her father but what she didn't expect to find in a club full of criminals was love.
TAMED BY MY HOT MAFIA STEPBROTHER (18+)
1.0K·Jannie“I’m crazy,” she whispered, voice low. “You can’t handle me. I’ll ruin you.” “Ruin?” He chuckled, his thumb brushing the corner of her lips. “If you’re crazy, I’m worse. And as for ruin—I don’t mind finding that out in my bed.” Delancey is crazy. Bratty. Guarding her heart after a lifetime of lies told by men. Her father’s death left her spiraling—grief tangled with vengeance. To everyone else, she’s unstable. Dangerous. Too much. But Kaius Andrei Gavrilov sees her. Mafia don. Rule maker. Rule breaker. And now—her stepbrother. Wanting her is forbidden. Taking her could destroy everything their families built. But punishment has never stopped a man who makes his own rules.
HIS BUTTERFLY (BETWEEN TWO DONS)
32·WREN GRAYOne night. One mistake. Seven years of Consequences. Sofia Romano married Marco Valentino to hide her shameful secret–she was pregnant with his cousin’s child. For seven years, she played the grateful wife while raising a daughter who belongs to the man who abandoned her. But now, he is back for what’s his. Dante Valentino returns from seven years in hell to find his beautiful butterfly caged—married to his cousin. “ Dante I’m married,” Sofia whispers when he corners her, his hands possessive on her hips. “That’s a broken that can be solved with just one bullet, butterfly” THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES,POSSESSIVE ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION AND BETRAYAL, READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
FILTHY WET DIARIES
4.0K·MISS EMI felt my br**sts bounce at his movement. “Fuck, you're so tight baby” he growls “unghhh,... Unghhh…” I kept moaning as he kept going. “Kelvin,... Kelvin…” “Yes, cindy, let me hear you scream my name” I felt his c**k pulse inside me, as I clenched him tightly. We both c*m together, breathless and gasping for breath. Just when I thought we were done, he immediately lifts my legs up so both my knees are by the side of my head, and Melvin quickly holds them in place. “You have no idea cindy, how hard I get when I see you walking around the house dressed in nothing but your f**king tank tops and mini skirts that barely even cover up your a*s cheeks when you bend a little. Now, you f**king belong to us, to do as we f**king please.” My p**sy is wide open and glistening up in the air. “Mmmnnn, see how swollen those pink lips are, you love being f**ked by your step brothers don't you??.”
99 Stars Folded, I Fled the Mafia Don
1.0K·-On Valentine's Day, my boyfriend's childhood sweetheart posted on Instagram: any single guy with a breakup screenshot gets a night with me. Then Dante Moretti dumped me — by text. She screenshotted it within seconds, stamped with a winking emoji: Sorry ladies — my boy Dante beat you all to it. The comments poured in. Aren't you scared Nora's gonna leave? He replied: She loves me too much to walk away. She wouldn't dare. I didn't scream. I didn't call. I reached for a strip of paper, folded it into a small, careful star, and dropped it into the glass jar on my nightstand. We made a deal once — back when things were still tender. Every time he chose her over me, I'd fold a star. When the jar hit ninety-nine, I'd walk. That was number ninety-five. Four more.
I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away
409.0K·prefer_not_to_sayIn the aftermath of a wild company dinner, she—intoxicated and misguided—found herself in her boss's room... Whispers of his cold indifference to romance and his ruthless decisiveness were legendary, painting a grim fate for any woman who dared entangle with him. ... In one month: the sight of a positive pregnancy test sends her mind racing to one thought—she must run, now or never! As she makes a break for freedom, he's hot on her heels, turning her flight into a captivating chase where her wings are no match for his resolve!
No Roses Left to Burn
28.0K·-Seven years of marriage, and I had never once sat at a Marchetti family table. Not on Christmas Eve. Not on Thanksgiving. Not on New Year's. Every holiday, Luca left before sundown and came home the next morning with cigar smoke in his collar and wine on his breath — traces of a world I was never allowed to enter. He always said it was tradition. Old blood. Sicilian rules passed down through generations: no outsiders at the family table. No exceptions. Not even for a wife who took the Marchetti name. I believed him. Every single time. Until the night before New Year's Eve, when he asked me to check the tire pressure on his Maserati, and I found three photographs wedged behind the owner's manual in the glovebox. All three were taken in the Marchetti private dining hall — I recognized it from a picture his mother had shown me once. Vaulted stone ceilings, a mahogany table long enough to seat forty, and the family crest carved into the mantle above the fireplace. In every photo, the same woman stood beside my husband. Her arm through his. Her hip pressed to his side. His hand on the small of her back with the kind of ease that doesn't come from politeness. It comes from habit. I sat in the driver's seat until the steering wheel turned cold beneath my fingers. There was no tradition. There was no rule. The place beside Luca had simply been taken — by someone who wasn't me. And he'd lied about it for seven years.
Fake Dating My Ex’s Favourite Hockey Player
41.0K·Miss AnonymousZane and I were together for ten years. When he had no one, I stayed by his side, supporting his hockey career while believing at the end of all our struggles, I'll be his wife and the only one at his side. But after six years of dating, and four years of being his fiancée, not only did he leave me, but seven months later I receive an invitation... to his wedding! If that isn't bad enough, the month long wedding cruise is for couples only and requires a plus one. If Zane thinks breaking my heart left me too miserable to move on, he thought wrong! Not only did it make me stronger.. it made me strong enough to move on with his favourite bad boy hockey player, Liam Calloway.
After Faking My Death, the Patent Queen Returns
525·D.D.I faked my own death after my fiancé announced his engagement to my sister. He stole my patent to build his empire, then left me humiliated and heartbroken. Now, the woman they buried is back. I am no longer the naive heiress who trusted too easily. I am the rightful owner of the technology that powers his kingdom, and I've come to reclaim every piece— my work, my dignity, my future. Watch as the "deceased" patent holder rises from the ashes, ready to dismantle his world and rebuild her own on the ruins. The queen has returned, and this time, she plays for keeps.
My Rockstar Husband Fell for His Sister-in-Law
0·-My husband, a rockstar adored by millions, promised to protect his late brother’s widow… and forgot he already had a wife. For five years, I gave up my career and my pride, cleaning up his scandals, building his image, believing I was his only exception. Then I watched him give his tenderness to another woman. That night, I made a vow of my own: I would use my PR power to ruin him, to drag him from the stage he worshipped—until nothing remained. This isn’t heartbreak. This is my rise.
He Thought I'd Stay
4.0K·AnswerRyan slid the divorce papers across the desk like they were nothing. Like they were a napkin. A receipt. Something disposable. "Sign it," he said. "Just for show. To keep her interested." I looked down at the papers. Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. My name. His name. Three years reduced to two lines of print. I gripped the hem of my dress and nodded. Then I picked up the pen and signed. Quietly. Cleanly. Without a single word. As I stepped out of his office, I heard his friend laugh from across the room. "God, she's too obedient. You think if you asked her to remarry you, she'd just... do it?" Ryan lit a cigarette. I heard the click of his lighter—that familiar sound I'd spent three years listening for in the dark. "Wanna bet?" "On what?" "One month." He exhaled. "She'll be at the courthouse, crying her eyes out, handing over that marriage certificate with both hands." A burst of laughter. "I'll take that bet. What's the prize?" "Drinks. All of them. For a month." More laughter. Someone said easy money. Someone else said she'll crawl back before two weeks. I stood in the hallway and didn't move. My phone buzzed. One new message. An unfamiliar number—but I knew who it was. We'd been talking for two years, always through different channels, always careful. 【You could just marry me instead. Is that so impossible?】 I stared at the words. Inside, Ryan's friends were still laughing. Still betting. Still so certain they knew exactly what I would do. I typed one word. 【Okay.】
I am no longer the secret lover of the godfather.
2.0K·D.D.I was Ricardo Conti's secret mistress for ten years. For ten years, I was his shadow, his weapon, the person who came whenever he called. I always thought that maybe one day, I could become his true partner. However, after we slept together, he told me he was getting engaged to someone else. In that moment, I finally understood—I was nothing more than an asset he could put away and use whenever he pleased.
With White Wolf Bloodline, I Left the Alpha
444·D.D.I was the secret guardian of his pack for ten years. Now, he’s demoting me to serve his new bride. He has no idea that exiling me is signing his own tribe’s death warrant. I am Lyra Moonfall, the last heir of the White Wolf lineage. I hid my true power, quietly soothing his warriors, calming the moon-madness, holding his fragile kingdom together—all while waiting for him to see me. Instead, he announced his political marriage and ordered me to become her personal maid. My decade of devotion, worth less than dust. So I walked into the frozen wastes he condemned me to. And here, I will rise—not as a Luna begging for scraps, but as the queen of my own sanctuary. Let his empire crumble without its foundation.
She Faked Her Death to Escape the Alpha
9·Answer"Hannah, I need you to fake a private plane crash for me. So I can leave Julian Wright for good." At my request, Hannah's jaw nearly hit the floor. She doubted her own ears—just like when she'd first heard we were getting married. A lone wolf wandering the mountains and the heir to the ancient pure-blood Blackthorn Pack—two people from completely different worlds. No one could have imagined we'd end up together. The Blackthorn Pack was one of the oldest pure-blood wolf lines on the continent. Every member could perfectly control their shift between wolf and human form, their bloodline so pure that under the full moon, their fur displayed an almost jet-black sheen. And me? A defective lone wolf who couldn't even complete a full shift. In wolf society, my status ranked lower than even the omegas of ordinary packs. People had talked endlessly. Some speculated Julian was just looking for novelty. Others guessed he pined for some unattainable first love, and I was merely a substitute. Still others bet he'd married me on a dare. But over three years of marriage, Julian proved through his actions that there was only one reason for our union: he loved me. Loved me to the point of madness. Back then, Julian had fallen for me at first sight and immediately launched an aggressive pursuit. Beyond showering me with gifts, he donated billions to national charities in my name. He built training academies across the country, all named "Collins Academy," dedicated to training defective wolves like me—those without pack protection who couldn't fully shift. He wanted every wolf in the world to know me, to be grateful to me, so that if I ever faced trouble, someone would reach out to help me wherever I went. To spend more time with me, this pure-blood Alpha who could complete his shift in three seconds forced himself to work part-time jobs alongside me for two years. Food service, handing out flyers, sorting packages... Those hands that could tear apart prey in wolf form became callused. With that kind of devotion, he finally won me over. But the vast gap in our bloodlines meant the Blackthorn Pack adamantly opposed our union. In wolf tradition, a pure-blood Alpha bonding with a defective lone wolf was seen as a stain on the bloodline. To gain approval from the Pack Alpha and the Council of Elders, he endured pack law sixteen times. Blackthorn pack law was brutal and ancient—on the night of the full moon in the hunting grounds, three elder wolves would lash his wolf form with silver whips. Each strike negated the self-healing ability wolves took such pride in, leaving permanent scars. I'll never forget that night. Moonlight pooled like water as Julian shifted into a massive black wolf under the pack's watchful eyes, his amber gaze fixed steadily on me. The silver whip fell, accompanied by heart-wrenching howls, blood staining the moonlit grass. When that proved useless, he did something that shocked the entire wolf community—before the Moon Temple, he sliced open his wrist and swore a blood oath, renouncing all inheritance rights to the Blackthorn Pack to establish his own line. Once a wolf's blood oath was sworn, it could never be revoked. Those who broke it would lose the Moon Goddess's protection and never find peace. Wolves in our circles thought he'd lost his mind—such a shrewd Alpha, now giving up everything an ancient pack offered for a defective lone wolf. The Blackthorn Pack had no choice but to acknowledge our bond at the marking ceremony. After the ceremony, he replaced all his staff with males. Though I'd never asked, he still reported his schedule meticulously, even giving up the pack's full moon hunts to stay home with me, unable to fully shift as I was. But no one except me knew that this perfect Alpha had fathered twin cubs with another she-wolf behind my back, building an entire other family.
Betrayed Before the Apocalypse: My Revenge Bunker
157·-Three weeks before the dead walked, I knew two things: the world was ending, and my husband planned to let me die. My prophetic dream showed it all—the virus outbreak, the infected tearing through Seattle, and David locking me out of our fortified home while his mistress cowered inside. He thought I was weak. Expendable. A burden he could sacrifice when survival meant choosing between his wife and his lover. He was wrong. While he hoarded supplies in our basement shelter, I was building something better. A fortress. An army. A future without him. Now the outbreak is here. The infected are rising. And when David comes crawling to my gates, begging for mercy... He'll learn that the apocalypse isn't the most dangerous thing he should have feared. I am.
The Pharmaceutical Husband’s IVF for His Friend’s Widow
35·-When I discovered I was pregnant, I was about to tell my husband Alexander the good news. But then I saw an Instagram post notification—a pregnancy test result. Two pink lines, black text on white background, with the father's name clearly written: Alexander Grant. The poster was Evelyn Shaw. The widow of his "deceased friend." Her caption read: "Thank you for donating your sperm and personally performing my IVF procedure, Alex. I'll never be alone again." In that moment, my hands began to tremble. I immediately called Alexander: "Give me an explanation." He was silent for a few seconds, his tone as calm as if he were speaking at a board meeting. "Ethan was my best friend! He died, leaving his wife alone. I just wanted to help her fulfill their wish." In that moment, I knew—this marriage needed to end.
The Alpha's Discarded Luna: A Fated Rebirth
153·SumsumAt the victory celebration, the air crackled as my Alpha mate, Kael, paraded his old flame, publicly declaring his rejection and stripping me of my Luna title. My smile was a chilling promise: "One last chance. Think carefully."
The Gold Bars My Husband Gave His Mistress Were My Dowry from My Father
900·-I was having afternoon tea when I stumbled upon a video. 【My billionaire boyfriend gave me a beachfront villa, plus custom gold bars engraved with my initials!】 【He says it’s just pocket change from his family. Is this man marriage material?】 The video went viral. Comments flooded in, all envying her luck. I thought it was just another flexing influencer—until I zoomed in on the engraving and froze. That was my daughter Lia’s initials. The villa’s deed number matched the one in my personal trust file. How did my prenup assets turn into her boyfriend’s love tokens? ……
My Husband’s Dirty Secrets
143·-Less than a month after the funeral, my marriage quietly began to crumble. “My best friend is gone, and his wife is pregnant. She has no one to rely on.” Ethan Lawford stood at the door with Clara Lewis beside him, his voice calm—too calm. “She’ll stay here for a while. I promised Lewis I’d take care of her.” He carried her luggage in himself, the same hands that used to hold me when he came home late from the firm. Now they carried another woman’s life into our home. At first, she was quiet. Fragile. Then she began to fill the house with her presence. She brought him coffee at midnight, murmuring, “You’ve been working too long, Ethan. You need rest.” She lingered at the office doorway when he drafted case briefs, her eyes soft, full of grief and gratitude. And every time, Ethan looked at her with that same patient sympathy— the kind that used to belong to me. I wasn’t naive. I used to be a lawyer too. I recognized every emotional manipulation she deployed. The evidence was all there—motives, opportunity, execution. But what hurt most wasn’t her tactics. It was that Ethan never once objected. He gave her the guest room first. Then he gave up our bedroom. And me? I became the stranger walking past two people who shared whispered grief behind closed doors. Three years ago, I’d quit my position at my father’s investment firm to support Ethan’s career. I funded his dream of opening his own law office. Now, standing in the same home built from my father’s money, I watched him give it all away—to her. I dialed a number with shaking hands. “Dad,” I said, voice low but steady. “I want a divorce.”
