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My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival DonThe night before my wedding, a red key card arrived at my door. Inside that room, my fiancé Vincent was in the middle of a private game with another woman. Around her neck was the collar I had designed myself, for our wedding night. Vincent offered no explanation. No apology. He simply told me, calmly: "Tomorrow's wedding is still yours." "But the legal marriage belongs to her." He believed that after ten years by his side, after everything I'd done to build his casino empire, I could never walk away. The next day, he left me standing in the chapel in my wedding dress and went to sign marriage papers with his mistress. Before he left, he smiled and said: "No man in Las Vegas would dare steal the Russo Don's woman." What he didn't know— a few hours earlier, I had already become the legal wife of Luca Moretti, his greatest enemy. What he didn't know was even bigger. I was never just the woman who helped him rise from nothing. I am the sole heir to the Caruso family. The casino empire he was so proud of? It was mine to give from the very beginning. Now, I'm taking it back.

Sold by My Own Fiancé to the Mafia DonThe masked man who dragged me into a mafia Don’s bed laughed when I begged him to let me go. “Please. I have a fiancé.” “Then forget him.” His voice sounded familiar. Afterward, he caught me trying to throw my fiancé’s necklace into the sea. He opened the pendant. Inside was a childhood photograph. His own. The man who had handed me over to another man was the one who’d promised to marry me.

Reborn, I Became His RegretIn her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him. By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door. Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage. For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her. Then Vivian returned with his child. Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too. Adrian ordered her to have an abortion. She died on the operating table. When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night. This time, she did not enter Room 1908. She sent the room number to Vivian instead.

Claimed by My Fiancé’s Alpha BrotherFor six months, I sat beside my comatose fiancé’s bed while everyone praised me as the perfect future mate. They did not know that every time his older brother, Alpha Lucas, walked past me, my wolf woke with a hunger I could barely hide. Then I found a hidden folder in Lucas’s study. It was filled with videos of me. Before I could close it, the door locked behind me. “You weren’t supposed to see that yet,” Lucas said.

He Married His Mistress at My Funeral—So I Played Their Sex RecordingThree days after my husband drugged me and sent my car into a reservoir, he stood beside my coffin at my funeral. He took the Donna’s ring from my hand and placed it on his secretary’s finger. “From this day forward, Camilla Ferraro will be the new Donna of the Russo family.” He thought a dead woman could not answer him. He had no idea I was inside the coffin, listening.

They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My Body“Mom, I’m really going to die. Please believe me this once.” She was silent for two seconds. “Since you hate coming back to this family so much, then don’t come back again.” That night, while the fake heiress celebrated her engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic. I begged my parents to call the police. My fiancé called only to warn me, then blocked my number. Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save an unidentified burn victim. In the end, she was the one who pulled the white sheet over my face. She never recognized her own daughter beneath it.

Becoming My Best Friend's Alpha Father's Private PropertyOutside, my best friend was sobbing, begging her powerful Alpha father to save my life. She had no idea that behind the locked door, the Pack Alpha she worshipped wasn't healing me. He was spreading my legs. "Your inner wolf is broken," he growled, his hot breath brushing my neck. "Only my Alpha essence can fix you." The doorknob rattled frantically as she cried my name. At that exact second, he thrust brutally deep inside me. Pleasure and sick shame tore a whimper from my throat, but his massive hand clamped over my mouth, swallowing the sound. Sinking his teeth into my scent gland, he dropped his voice into a dark, feral whisper: "Shh... take it all. You wouldn't want your best friend to find out what her daddy is doing to you right now, would you?"

Possessed by My Twin Alpha Stepbrothers“Don’t touch me…” The words spill out of me in a broken whisper. My fingers dig into the leather seat like I’m trying to shove away a weight that isn’t even there. “Don’t touch you?” A low voice chuckles right against my ear. “Then why the hell are you squirming like that? You like it. Admit it.” Strong hands pin my wrists above my head. “Quiet.” A second voice, deeper, colder, cuts through the dark. It feels too real. Two pairs of hands slide over the fabric of my dress, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging rough palms up the burning skin of my thighs. The material rasps against me and a shameful little sound catches in my throat before I can stop it. I force my eyes open inside the dream. The second those two faces lean in close, my heart nearly stops. Caden and Eric. My twin alpha stepbrothers.

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.