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To save Rowan Sinclair, heir to the capital city of Westhaven, Ava Hartley throws herself off a cliff and loses her memory.
Everyone believes she is dead, except Rowan, who keeps searching for her.
Three years later, when Ava finally returns, she finds a woman at Rowan's side who looks almost identical to her.
For that woman, Rowan repeatedly casts Ava aside. He forces her to undergo humiliating exams to prove her innocence. He even threatens her family's safety to pressure her into ending a pregnancy that never existed.
When the two of them are kidnapped together, Rowan still chooses the other woman.
"Ava," he says, "Lia isn't like you. She's fragile. You fell off a cliff and survived three years. You can wait for me."
Ava exhales, finally understanding, and steps back over the edge of the cliff.
Her years of amnesia have given her new goals, and returning to Rowan was only a final gesture toward an old attachment. Now, for the first time, Ava can let him go completely. 
I used to believe love was enough. That being the perfect Luna, the perfect wife, would make my mate love me back.
I was wrong.
My name is Kara Henderson, once the cherished daughter of a proud Alpha, now the Luna everyone pities.
My husband, Alpha Ryder, broke every vow he made. He humiliated me, cheated on me, and crushed every piece of dignity I had left.
The night he brought another woman into our bed was the night I finally snapped.
I ran.
I left behind the pack, the lies, the pain…. everything. I built a new life in the human world, hiding under a new name. I thought I could forget. But fate… she’s cruel.
Because the stranger I spent one night with, the man who made me feel alive again, turns out to be Lucien, Ryder’s estranged half brother.
He’s gentle where Ryder was cruel, protective where Ryder was arrogant. He says we’re fated… and the bond between us only grows stronger every day.
But how can I love the brother of the man who destroyed me? 
That night, Maya Reed slogs through pounding rain to the club where Cole Hale likes to hang out.She pauses outside his private room, wrings the water from her hair, and decides to wait until he finishes before surprising him.Through the cracked door drifts a teasing voice. "Cole, your wedding to Maya is in a week. Got your big surprise ready?""Yeah," Cole answers, his cool voice softened by liquor. "I'm going to give her something she'll remember for the rest of her life."Maya's hand stills in her hair, and a smile slips onto her face before she can stop it.Over the past three years, Cole has cherished her like the most precious thing in his life.Then, another man laughs. "If Maya finds out I've been pretending to be you this whole time, she'll lose her mind.""Please." Someone else scoffs. "As if she'd ever guess Cole has a twin!""Just wait until she finds out she's been sleeping with Cole's brother for three years..." 
I was rejected, but soon, I will marry a wheelchair-bound Rogue."Is this your fiancé?""Yes, he is my husband, Raymond Black," I introduced."How shameful, you are marrying this... uh, rogue, who has no clan, no fixed pack, and can't even protect you if attacked by other werewolves?"I stood at the altar, with many people below, as if saying to me: you are such a fool!Raymond said beside me, "Caitlin, if you want to back out, you still have a chance now, you can choose to run away."I shook my head, "No... I won't run away, you will be my husband."I saw a hint of surprise in his emerald, green eyes.*******I was set up by my best friend to have sex with a strange man, my first MATE rejected me, an enemy weapon ran through my father's heart, pierced my mother's body. My best friend's family stripped me of my ALPHA status, and I became everyone's go-to OMEGA. Until that man came along, Rogue, and he saved me, but... I found that he seemed to hide a lot of secrets, wait, my second mate is alpha king?! 
"Young lady, whose bastard is that inside you?"
"Don't you know any shame? Is this how I raised you?"
The living room was warm, yet a cold sweat broke out across my back. I stroked my swollen belly, looked at their outraged faces, and suddenly let out a low chuckle.
"You really don't know?"
Father crushed his cigarette butt savagely into the ashtray, sparks flying up before dying. "How would we know what shameful things you've been up to out there?"
"The kidnappers," I said softly, my voice like a snowflake landing on a hot iron plate. "Don't you remember? That year the kidnappers took both me and Liza. They wanted a 500,000 ransom. You only scraped together half, saying 'save the real child first.'"
My parents' faces instantly froze, like the surface of a frozen lake. They even seemed to forget to breathe.
"Later, you took Liza back. The kidnappers kept me for three more months." I touched my belly, fingertips registering a faint flutter of movement inside. "Did you really think I escaped on my own?"
But none of that mattered anymore. Because I was going to die. 
I had loved a man for five years, and hated him for just as long.
He took the money meant for my mother's treatment, and I leaked his company's secrets, bankrupting him overnight.
For those five years, we were locked in a fierce rivalry, a constant battle where everyone saw us as mortal enemies destined to destroy each other.
But the truth was, we hadn't been in contact for a long time.
When we met again, he had long since rebuilt his empire. Standing under the spotlight, facing a throng of persistent reporters, his words and demeanor were impeccably flawless.
A reporter suddenly brought up the past: "Back then, you mentioned a loved one you wished to spend your life with, even planning to marry at twenty-eight. Now…"
His fingers, holding the champagne flute, paused slightly. Then he lifted his gaze, a faint smile spreading in his eyes, clearly audible throughout the room: "Getting married soon." 
"Ms. Keane, the test results are not very favorable. You've been diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. If you refuse treatment, you'll likely only have several weeks left to live—not even a month. Are you sure you wish to proceed without treatment? Does your husband agree to this?"
The doctor asks me over the phone.
"I'm sure… Yes, he agrees to this as well," I reply.
I gaze around the empty room after I end the call, feeling unbearably upset. I used to think the pain was just my recurring gastritis, but it's actually because of a tumor.
Sighing, I turn to gaze at the photo on the desk.
Silas Huntington, who's 18 in the photo, stares right back at me.
Even after all these years, I can still remember the day we took that photo. Snow had dusted our hair white, which made Silas ask whether this counted as us growing old together. 
Despite having dated Jonathan Zorc for three years, he still doesn't propose. Later, he falls for my stepsister at first sight and starts pursuing her.This time, I don't cry. I don't quietly wait for him to return to me after having had his fun, either. Instead, I throw away all the gifts he's given me and slash the wedding gown I secretly bought.On his birthday, I leave Pinehelm City with no one by my side. Before boarding the flight, Jonathan suddenly texts me. "Why aren't you here yet? Everyone's waiting for you."I smile without replying. Then, I block him on all social media.He doesn't know that I agreed to marry Evan Galford, my senior in university, half a month ago. Once my plane lands, we're going to register our marriage. 
He had his own fiancee, and she had her beloved man. They didn't love each other, but they worked together in a wonderful way. At night, she was a woman he summoned, and during the day, she was a nobody in the entertainment industry. She didn't want to be famous. She endured hardships just to regain everything that belonged to her. He watched her indifferently, let her see all kinds of things in the world, and let her suffer all kinds of emotions. She tried her best to get close to her goal again and again. He tried every means to destroy her again and again. He made up an illusion that he fell in love with her. When she fell asleep, he cruelly handed her a wedding invitation. Looking at her shocked and helpless eyes, he said coldly, "Woman, the game is over!" 
Natalie Cooper and Rowan Payne have been married for seven years. She has given birth to children for him.
Despite pouring all her love for him, she can never melt the ice barricading his heart.
Rowan uses his work as an excuse to take their son, Roger Payne, overseas. In reality, it's just easier for him to spend more time with his first love, Imogen Chapman.
Roger, who used to be kind and warm-hearted, no longer loves Natalie after believing in Imogen's lies that are meant to throw a wrench in their relationship.
As Roger takes Imogen's hand, he mocks Natalie, "Your fashion sense is so lame! All you do is slack off at home and do nothing, yet you get to spend all of Daddy's money! I don't want a mommy like you at all!"
Similarly, Rowan berates Natalie as well. "You don't have a single cent under your name, and you don't have a job either. How long can you last out there with our daughter anyway? Don't come running back to me and beg me to remarry you in the future!"
When Rowan and Roger meet Natalie once again, she has already grown into a fashion icon who's placed on an insanely high pedestal in the fashion world. They even discover that Imogen is the one who has been plagiarizing Natalie's work this whole time.
After Imogen's ugly nature is revealed in public, both father and son plead with Natalie to patch up their relationship with them.
But the tall and handsome man next to Natalie embraces her with one arm. He replies to the Paynes arrogantly, "She's my wife. From now on, you should call her 'Aunt Natalie.'" 
Everyone knows that Andrew Stone, the richest man in the world, is an extreme workaholic. Having been married to him for five years now, Emily Jamison has been neglected by him time and again in the name of his work.The first time occurred on her birthday. She had planned the whole thing meticulously, right down to making a restaurant reservation, only for him to fly abroad for a last-minute business acquisition, not the least bit concerned that she ended up waiting for him from dawn to dusk.Her car accident was the second time. With her life hanging by a thread, she needed a family member to sign the hospital consent forms. She mustered every ounce of strength she could to text him, but he simply shot her back a curt reply."I'm in an important business meeting. Handle it yourself."The third time Andrew brushed Emily off was when her father was on his deathbed. He wanted to see Andrew one last time, but he was so preoccupied with the signing ceremony for a multi-billion-dollar project that he didn't make it.As she clutched her father's hand, its warmth slowly sapping away, she listened as the call kept ringing, and her heart turned cold.After everything, she finally understands that to Andrew, nothing—and no one—matters more than his business empire. 
It all starts with a single photo Avery McPherson posts on social media—one that accidentally captures Lara Womack's dog in heat.From that moment on, Avery finds herself the target of vicious slander. Using AI, someone fabricates explicit content of her and spreads it online to ruin her reputation.Determined to fight back, Avery reports the malicious defamation to authorities. However, all she gets in return are empty promises and indifferent shrugs.In growing despair, Avery finally picks up the phone and calls her husband of three years, Elijah Tarver."It's just some AI nonsense. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?" he says, his voice cold and dismissive.But almost immediately, he arranges a special press conference to clarify the situation about Lara's dog.At that very moment, a message pops up on Avery's phone. It's from her stepbrother, Walter McPherson."There's only one month left before our agreement expires. After that, it's up to you whether to stay or leave."Without thinking twice, Avery answers, "I'm leaving.""After three years of marriage, do you really have no feelings for him at all?" Walter asks, his expression a blend of surprise and relief.Everyone has always believed Avery's love for Elijah was boundless."Yes, my love for him is gone."And so has my love for you. 
Nadia Young is the most dazzling person in Bayfort. She is free as the wind, passionate as fire, and she lives a wild life of exuberance.However, she has married Clive Gibson, who is the strictest and most disciplined tycoon in the business industry. He lives and works like a machine, having extremely high expectations for himself and also his lifetime partner.Nadia loves the excitement of clubbing and dating younger male escorts, so Clive makes every entertainment hub blacklist her from entry. Nadia loves the freedom of travelling wherever she wants, whether basking in the sun on beaches, watching the aurora borealis at night, or going racecar driving and cliff diving, so Clive confiscates her passport and restricts her movement altogether. 
She was always the good girl. Until heartbreak made her reckless.
Elena Sinclair thought marriage meant forever.
But five years in, her “forever” has become a gilded cage of pain and betrayal.
She’s the wife who couldn’t give him a child. The barren disappointment. And for that, her husband offered her a cruel compromise… an open marriage. One that gave him the right to find someone who could carry his heir.
The next day, he brought a pregnant woman home. The same woman who was first introduced as his cousin.
The humiliation doesn’t end there, his mother lashes out… hurling insults and even fists, while her husband turns a blind eye. Not once has he defended her. Not once has he shown her love. She’s nothing more than a placeholder… a name on a marriage certificate.
The cruelest part? She loved him. She loved him long before the vows, long before the lies… so deeply it blinded her to who he really was.
Now, to make him jealous, she turns to the one man she should never touch: Jaxx Moretti, her husband’s younger brother. The dangerous one. The black sheep of the Sinclair family. The man who once made her high school years hell… and now has every reason to destroy her husband's legacy.
What starts as a twisted game soon ignites into something raw, addictive, and completely forbidden.
But Jaxx isn’t just her escape. He’s everything her husband isn’t. Because the deeper she sinks into Jaxx's bed… The harder it becomes to crawl back out.
Content Warning: This book contains mature themes intended for adult audiences (18+), including explicit sexual content, toxic relationships, manipulation, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 
Everything started five years ago. Elise Collins was framed, left everything behind, and ran away, never wanting to even take a glance at it again. However, news of her being pregnant spreads like a wildfire in the city, and her thought that someone will be able to help her, crumbles as everyone avoids her like she’s a curse.In a snap, she had no place to return to. Defeated, she aspires to become stronger, and that happened when she came back five years later, already a top hacker.As soon as Axel Carter knows it, the father of the child she gave birth to, he instantly chases her. Trapped in the hospital, he confronts her.With those scarlet raging eyes, his teeth gnash. "Do you know the price of playing with me, woman?" 
The traffic on the highway is at a standstill, and my two-month-old son, Benjamin Wagner, is wailing with hunger.
When I reach for the hypoallergenic formula I'd prepared, I find expired dog food instead. I begin scrambling for the formula, but my husband, Isaac Wagner, stops me.
"I gave the formula to Nancy because her dog's been having stomach issues lately. Just find something else to feed Benjamin for now. Nancy's dog cost 30 thousand dollars, so it deserves the two-thousand-dollar formula. Benjamin is a boy—he needs to learn to tough it out."
I yank my arm free from his grip and hiss, "Benjamin has severe allergies. He's reactive to over 200 substances and needs to drink the hypoallergenic formula. He's only two months old! He can't even handle solid food yet! You took his special formula to feed a dog. Do you want him to starve to death?"
Isaac frowns in annoyance. "Nancy's parents are gone. Rocky is the only family she has left. What's wrong with letting it have a little formula to ease its stomach? You're a mother. How can you be so heartless?"
I'm about to dash out of the car. "Is our son's life worth less than a dog's?"
Isaac slaps me and yells, "Our son will only grow strong if he experiences a little hunger and cold. It won't kill him to miss a few meals." 
On my 23rd birthday, my brother, Eric Welsh, becomes the richest man in the country. During the grand birthday party he throws for the housekeeper's daughter, Fiona Dobler, he announces that she will receive the sole attention of the Welsh family.
Meanwhile, I have only a month left to live because of my faulty artificial heart, and I can't find a matching donor. While I'm being tormented physically and mentally, I video call him.
When he hears me coughing, he berates me, "Back then, you left because you were worried that I'll be a burden to you. What now? Are you regretting it because I'm rich?"
My throat feels tight as I stare intently at his unchanged expression through the screen, smiling wryly. "Eric, think of 300,000 dollars as a small amount and lend it to me."
On the other end, Eric snorts and gently assures Fiona, "It's a scam call. Don't worry."
Of course he has nothing to worry about. The healthy heart in his chest is mine. 
I have been dating my girlfriend Vivian White for five years, but we have never even held hands.
One day, I somehow get drunk after just one glass of beer. Alcohol makes me lose my inhibitions, and I sleep with her.
A month later, she tells me that she is pregnant with quadruplets.
Soon, we get married.
I give her a wedding gift of five million, and I add her name as co-owner of the house and car. I also sign a voluntary gift agreement to give her all my savings.
Her condition worsens with every passing day, and her stomach becomes the size of a huge pumpkin.
The doctor advises us to reduce the number of fetuses, but I object resolutely.
"Every single one is a treasure to us. I can't bear to lose any of them. My mother said that if Vivian gives birth, she'll give her ten million for each son and five million for each daughter. She'll even give us a five-storey villa with a garden."
I deliberately say all that because I accidentally overhear a conversation between Vivian and her friend, Michelle Lawson.
"Rowan is now perfectly willing to raise my four babies, and he's transferred the house and the car to me. I'll even be able to get four separate sums of child support in the future.
"I may even be able to marry into an elite family thanks to the quadruplets. After all, the more children I have, the higher my chances."
It turns out that none of the four babies she is carrying are mine. In fact, they all have different fathers. 
The day Sara Lovelace finds out she's pregnant, she doesn't even get the chance to tell Spencer Tiernan before receiving divorce papers.
Swallowing the pain in her heart, she turns and walks away without looking back.
Three years—yet nothing could change the ending. Failing to win his heart was her mistake.
So, carrying the secret she never got to reveal, Sara chooses to let go.
After she leaves, Spencer spends every day drowning in alcohol, staring at an empty house.
Four years later, a pair of adorable, doll-like twins appear at Jeritho Airport, drawing a crowd of onlookers.
From then on, no matter where Sara goes, Spencer always seems to be there.
"Mr. Tiernan, we're already divorced."
"Then let's get married again," Spencer says shamelessly, refusing to let her go as he pulls her into his arms. 
WARNING: THIS BOOK MAY CONTAIN STEAMY AND SEXUAL CONTENT WHICH IS STRICTLY NOT FOR KIDS UNDER +18 "So the rules of the game is simple" he began. "For every glass of drink that I take, you'll remove one piece of clothing from your attire. If I pass out before you get completely naked, then I'll grant you one wish but if I don't, then I'm free to do whatever sinful thing I want with you for the rest of the night. No questions asked. Are you game?" A smile feathered on his lips as he stared at her, waiting for her final decision. He is the handsome, sexy and heartless devil. The sinner.She is the purest, innocent and beautiful angel.Two polar opposites, one single attraction.***Having lived in the convent all her life, Hera Whitson manages to secure a job as a maid in the household of Bryce Donovan. The inhuman sex god that has the entire female population at his feet. He lives for sex, he celebrates and relish the electricity of it with every fibre of his being and sees no better reason for being alive.One look at Hera and Bryce is smitten. She is like an addictive drug, a moth to a flame and he will do anything to get burned by her. Relinquished by her heat.What happens when Hera finds herself battling against her principles and sexual attraction for Bryce? Will she be caught in the web of Bryce's twisted game of lust? 
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