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No Roses Left to Burn
22.0K·-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.
Bound by Blood, Broken by Silence
5.0K·-I spent five years as Dominic Russo's most trusted enforcer, and five more warming his bed in a penthouse no one knew I had the key to. On our anniversary, his ex sent me a photo — her nails raking down the same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: "Some things never change ?" That's when I understood. Every filthy thing he did to me in the dark, she taught him first. So I photographed the contract I'd been hiding for three months — the one that signed over the entire West Coast pipeline to me — and sent it back. "Enjoy him. I just took half his empire." Then I packed one bag and drove to the airport. Seattle was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Alpha's Unacknowledged Mate
4.0K·-I spent five years as Cain Blackwell's most loyal enforcer—his Beta, his shadow, the she-wolf who kept his borders clean while he slept easy. And five years warming his bed in the den no one knew I had a key to. On the night of the Blood Moon Gala, his ex sent me a photo. Her nails tracing his back. His back. The same back I'd kissed that morning. Captioned: Some things never change. ? That's when I understood. Every tender thing he'd ever done to me in the dark—she'd taught him first. So I photographed the territorial charter I'd been sitting on for three months—the one that transferred the entire Western Range to me—and sent it back. Enjoy him. I just took half his hunting grounds. Then I packed one bag and drove north. Ironhollow was already mine on paper. Now I'd make it mine in blood.
The Mafia's Wife: Four Years Hidden, One Day's Escape
5.0K·-I tricked my mafia husband into signing our divorce papers—right in front of his mistress. For eight years, I was the Maynard family's ghost. Decoding enemy intel. Forging untraceable documents. Keeping their heir alive from the shadows. Then one bloody night turned me into Orion Maynard's wife. He called it a "strategic alliance." I was naive enough to call it destiny. Destiny, it turns out, has a cruel sense of humor. For four years, I warmed his bed, bled for his empire, and waited for a man who once pinned me against walls whispering, "You're mine, tesoro." Then Sabrina Rossi waltzed back from Paris—and I stopped existing. The night he held me close, drunk and desperate, he moaned her name against my lips. I finally understood: I was never his wife. Just a placeholder. So I did what shadows do best. I vanished on my own terms. First, I let sunflowers swallow the crescent moon on my collarbone—a foolish tribute to his promise that I was his eternal light. Then I tucked divorce papers between routine forms and handed him a pen. He scrawled his name without a second glance. Orion Maynard can keep his throne and his precious Sabrina. But when the most dangerous man in New York realizes his ghost is gone for good, he'll learn something new:Some women don't come back.
The Don Faked His Death for His Mistress. I Disappeared for Myself
4.0K·-Dante Moretti died on the way to marry me. At least, that's what they told me. His convoy hit a car bomb crossing the Brooklyn Bridge. By the time the fire trucks arrived, the vehicle was ash. The body inside was unrecognizable. They cremated him before I could see his face. Buried an urn I never opened. I was six weeks pregnant. I became a widow before I ever became a wife. For months, I believed every word of it. The grief. The loss. The careful kindness of the Moretti family closing around me like a fist. Then I heard his voice through a closed door — alive, unhurt, unhurried — explaining to his mother why leaving me at the altar had been the right call. He'd faked his death to spend six months with his mistress. He thought I would wait. Grieve. Stay quiet. Keep his child and his secret until he was ready to come home. He forgot what kind of woman he'd spent six years building. I made one call to my brother. I walked out the front door. And I gave Dante Moretti exactly what he'd given me: A body they'd never find.
My Vampire Lord Made Me Barren for His Mistress
1.0K·-My vampire lord said he didn't want children. For six years, he handed me "our private vintage" every night, saying tenderly, "You're all I need." Until our anniversary, when I followed the blood bond to find him—through the flower shop window, a six-year-old boy with raven-black hair rode on his shoulders calling him "Daddy." He texted me: "Still tied up at the council, love." And I stood there watching him kiss another woman. I pried open his study drawer. The medical report read: "Sanctified water compound—permanent fertility suppression." Every glass of wine was poison. My barrenness was his design. The family photos on the wall even included my parents' smiling faces. Ten days until the Blood Moon Conclave. Before every Elder and every vampire of consequence, I'll show him what a thoroughly betrayed Lady can destroy.
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.
Bonded to the Twin Alphas
15.0K·Author JessicaBorn rare and powerful, Ruby was fated to the twin Alphas who scorned and rejected her. Shattered but unbroken, she left behind her home, her wolf, and the pain that nearly destroyed her. Years later, summoned by tragedy and war, Ruby returns stronger, fiercer, and determined never to bow again. The twins, now haunted by the mate bond they once despised, are desperate to claim what they so easily cast aside. But Ruby’s heart belongs to another and her loyalty to herself burns brighter than any prophecy. In a world of betrayal, magic, and destiny, which would Ruby choose: fate or freedom.
He Gave His Brother’s Widow His Sperm as a Gift
368·Miranda“Thank you for your sperm — I finally have a child of my own.” That was the caption my husband’s widowed sister-in-law, Clarissa Jenkins, posted on Facebook. And she tagged Eden, my husband. I stared at the screen, frozen. Surely, I was seeing it wrong. When I called to confront him, his furious voice hit me like a slap. “Clarissa lost her husband, Lucia! This is her only hope! How can you be so cold?” Even his parents joined in. “Clarissa was Cameron’s widow,” they said. “It’s Eden’s duty to take care of her.” But what Eden said next shattered the last piece of my dignity. “You’re the one who can’t get pregnant, Lucia. I just wanted a child. That’s not a crime.” Not a crime. The same man who once begged me to be child-free, who slipped birth-control pills into my vitamins, now stood there justifying it. Something inside me broke cleanly then — the kind of break that doesn’t heal. I took a long breath, steady, cold. “Let’s get a divorce, Eden.”
The Twins Alpha’s Warrior Luna
3.0K·Christina J.SRyn Ashmore is an orphan who has been cursed by her Alpha and pack, leading her to endure bullying and hardship. After fighting back against her tormentors, she captures the attention of the twin Alpha Princes, Miro and Theon Windermere. These princes are known for their incredible power, wealth, and vow to never have a mate. As Ryn navigates her complicated relationship with the twins, she faces challenges from her past that threaten everything she has worked for.
Taken by the lycan beast
4.0K·KurahtHe was bred for war. Caged like a beast. Until she walked in. Aria is no one, just a servant girl hiding in plain sight, disguised as a boy to survive the ruthless world of wolves who see human women as nothing but prey. But when she discovers the kingdom’s most dangerous secret, a feral lycan locked in chains, his power feared even by kings, everything changes. He sees through her disguise. Smells her fear. And craves her. When Aria risks everything to help him escape, he doesn’t thank her. He takes her. Claimed her as his mate with a single, searing bite and mated with her, unleashing a storm of power that could bring the entire kingdom to its knees. Now they're on the run, hunted by an alpha who will burn the world to get his weapon back. But the real war is just beginning and this time, the beast isn’t the one in chains.
The Alpha's Abandoned Wife Vanished with Her Daughter
192·-On the seventy-third night my Alpha mate went to her bed, she got pregnant. Seven years ago, on the night of the lunar eclipse, I dragged him out of a pool of blood. He said: "I owe you my life." Seven years later,his mother announced before the entire pack—my six-year-old daughter, Willow, no longer deserved to call him “Daddy.” On my daughter’s birthday, he tricked us into coming to his engagement ceremony. She let go of my hand, ran forward, and called out “Daddy.” He shoved her to the ground in front of everyone. I watched her stand up by herself, brush the dust off her dress, and give an awkward little curtsey:“I’m sorry, Alpha Thorne. I was out of line.” In that moment, my daughter's heart died. Mine had died long ago. walked out that door with a smile, holding my daughter in my arms, and glanced at the plane tickets I had booked seven days earlier. But this time, Willow and I would never look back.
His Mafia Vow: Ashes of a Broken Wife
476·-Three years after remarrying Damian Voss, I watched him drape a blood-red ruby necklace around another woman's throat in the VIP suite of Elysium — the same necklace he'd flown to Paris to bid on, four days before our anniversary. He didn't know I was standing twelve feet away, half-hidden behind a velvet curtain, with a camera in my hand and divorce papers already drafted in my lawyer's inbox. He didn't know the woman smiling beneath those rubies had once sold lap dances for two hundred dollars a pop at a club on the south side — or that every shy glance, every reluctant whisper, every I'm not that kind of girl she'd ever fed him was rehearsed to perfection. He didn't know that this time, I wouldn't scream. I wouldn't throw a glass. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of watching me bleed. I would simply leave. And I would take everything with me on the way out.
Chased By Two Alphas
4.0K·RediousInPaperElara had been living a quiet, low-key life in a mysterious town on the edge of the werewolf territory—until one letter shattered everything: “I summon you back to the Frostbane Pack in the name of the Alpha. —Rendell” Her heart sank. She thought she had successfully escaped her past, masking her scent and identity, far from the mate she had once rejected—the Alpha of the Frostbane Pack. But Rendell still found her. Reluctant to return, Elara began preparing to flee once again. Just as she was about to leave, fate played its hand—she met her second mate. No longer the Omega who could be rejected, Elara became the prey of two powerful Alphas. Rendell’s return not only reopened old wounds but also pushed her into even greater danger. In this chase and the emotional entanglement between two Alphas, how will Elara face her destiny? Will she find the strength to break free from fate and seize the future that belongs to her?
The Alpha's Forgotten Mate
826·-For three years, I was Kieran Blackwood's dirty little secret. I kept waiting for his mark. What I got instead was a push notification—my mate announcing his bonding ceremony with his childhood sweetheart. When I confronted him, he said she was nothing but a contract. Said she meant nothing to him. Said I was the one he loved. But love without a mark is just a lie wrapped in silk sheets. They called me crazy. Obsessed. The ex who couldn't let go. The truth is, the second I saw that photo, it was already over. I just needed the whole world to see who the real liar was—and then I walked away.
I Sent the Don’s Baby Back to Him
334·-The night before the wedding, the most feared Mafia don in Chicago told me he'd fallen in love with someone else. I made him choose. He chose me—or so I thought. But for an entire year, he called out her name in his sleep. He crashed her wedding and carried her away in front of everyone. And when I was lying in the hospital losing his child, I made thirty-seven calls. He picked up once—and on the other end, I heard her breathy little moans. Then I discovered our marriage certificate was forged. His promised "anniversary trip" was nothing but a ruse—designed to get me out of the way while he married her at the courthouse. So I made my own choice. I preserved the embryo and arranged a special delivery. The moment he and his new bride walked out of the registrar's office, my gift would arrive right on time. By the time he opened it, I'd be at thirty thousand feet. It took him three months to find me. He knelt in the Paris rain, begging me to come back. But some love, once you let go, can never be caught again.
Reborn- My Inventory Rules the Apocalypse
271·JonesI got a second chance—one month before the apocalypse hit. Last time, my so-called best friend and my cheating boyfriend left me for dead. This time? I’m the one holding all the cards. I sold off my billion-dollar inheritance and turned it into enough supplies to outlast the end of the world. While they’re crawling in the dirt, begging for a scrap of food, I’m locked safe inside my fortress, surrounded by luxury, sipping vintage wine. The pounding started on my door. “Vivian! Please, you have to let me in!” It was him, his voice ragged with fear. I didn’t even blink. I just raised my pistol, my smile cold as ice. “This bullet? Consider it your last meal.” I thought I was in control. I thought I’d planned for everything. But then the bodyguard—the one who died for me in another life—finally figured out my secret. And the way he’s looking at me now… it’s not gratitude in his eyes. It’s something far more dangerous.
The Rejected Queen
1.0K·Pixie Snow"I, Alpha Aiden of the Moonclaw Pack, reject you as my mate." On her eighteenth birthday, Rayna expected her life to begin and turn into something beautiful - instead, it shattered. Aiden rejects her in front of the entire pack. Now hunted and heartbroken, Rayna flees into the wilds… only to be rescued by Damon, a rogue Alpha with eyes like winter frost and a soul forged in shadows. He doesn’t want her. Doesn’t believe in mates. But fate doesn’t care. As her buried bloodline awakens, Rayna discovers she’s more than a cast-off - she’s the last heir to a forgotten royal legacy. One that could unite the packs… or burn them to ash. But power comes at a cost. And loving a rogue might be the deadliest risk of all.
Rejected By Alpha, Marked By The Cursed Lycan King
1.0K·White DoveRejected. Sold. Marked by a cursed Lycan rumored to be a killer. Camilla gave her all to her pack and she thought she’d lost everything after being sold to the Lycan, until the Lycan's mark didn’t kill her. Now caught between a deadly past and a dangerous bond, she must choose who to trust before her mate bond seals the wrong fate.
He Ruined My Reputation for His Cancer-Stricken First Love, So I Returned to My Mafia Family
83·-One month before the wedding, Julian announced publicly that his first love, Freya, was his real fiancée. "She was kidnapped, and she has cancer. You're so kind—surely you can understand, can't you?" The very next day, he pushed even further, turning public outrage toward me, as if I were nothing but collateral damage in his world. While he was pressuring me to give in, an anonymous test result landed in my hands—Freya, three weeks pregnant. He claimed to be a devout Catholic, opposed to premarital intimacy. I kept myself pure for five years because of that. It was all a lie—he simply didn't want to touch me. Yet he got his ex pregnant. So I dialed a number I'd buried for five years. "Dad, send someone to pick me up." Julian never knew that my father was the king of Europe's underworld. And I was his only heir. Now, I would make him pay for what he'd done.
