After the Godfather Killed His Heir, I Took Back the Empire“You want a divorce?” my husband laughed. “Bring Anthony here and make him tell me.”
Three days earlier, he had left our ten-year-old son alone in enemy territory to rush to his pregnant mistress.
“Find a cab,” he’d told him. “If you can’t get to school alone, you’re not ready to inherit this family.”
Now he was demanding that I bring Anthony to his gala.
“I’m announcing him as my heir.”
He still thought Anthony was sulking over a missed exam.
I looked down at our son’s ashes, numb with grief and too exhausted to cry.
“I’ll bring him,” I said.The Betrayed Goddess: From Banished Mistress to OlympusI hid my identity as Aphrodite, goddess of love, to spend three years as a fisherman’s wife.
Then I became pregnant—and he announced he was marrying a princess.
“She’s a princess. What are you?” Adrian asked. “A fishing village woman?”
That evening, he brought my favorite pastries.
“Eat. The baby’s hungry too.”
I took a bite.
Then he told me the princess might be pregnant.
“Her child has to be my firstborn.”
Pain twisted through my belly. I looked down at the half-eaten pastry.
“Adrian… what did you put in this?”The Price of a Thousand DaysFor three years, I lifted my paralyzed father, changed his clothes, fed him, and slept beside his bed. When he died at three in the morning, I was the only child there.
My brother arrived asking for the property deed. My sister arrived with perfect makeup and dry eyes. At the will reading, they fought over a city apartment and hundreds of thousands in cash while I sat forgotten in the corner.
They believed the youngest son who had sacrificed a thousand days would receive whatever scraps remained.
Then the attorney reached the final item.
My father had kept a record of every hour, every payment, and every act of care they never saw. The inheritance was not simply money. It was his final judgment on the children who came home only when there was something to divide.
They counted his assets. He counted who stayed.Dumping My Ungrateful Werefox for a Loyal Werewolf“Someone like you should be grateful I let you keep me.”
My werefox said that after sending me to the hospital.
I’d spent my last cent saving him. He repaid me with scars, refused our bond, and chose a richer woman.
He laughed, “You’ll never find anyone better.”
Then the werewolf arrived. He bent for my touch, shared my burdens, and asked who had hurt me.
But my fox lost his mind. “Send him back. I’ll bond with you. Tonight.”
Once, I would’ve given anything to hear that.
Now, I reached for the wolf.The Call He Never Answered“We need a divorce.”
Arthur laughed. “What about our daughter? Going to make her run off with Mommy?”
“She’s dead, Arthur.”
He checked her empty bedroom, then came back sneering.
“You actually hid her to sell this lie? You’re so jealous of Vanessa you’d fake your own daughter’s death. You’re sick.”
The door slammed behind him.
I began packing her things, but the familiar scent of her blanket broke me all over again.
Then the cemetery called.
“Mrs. Hayes, hurry! Someone is digging up your daughter’s grave!”
Shouting erupted on the other end. 
