Adalynn

The faint line on the pregnancy test glowed, a stark white against the cold marble. My hand trembled, not with joy, but with the icy grip of a memory that chilled me to the bone. This was the day, the exact day it all began to unravel in my first life. Ethan, my charming, ambitious husband, a rising Harrison political star. And Seraphina, my beautiful, "golden child" stepsister, who always got what she wanted. I remembered their smiles, their whispers, and how they destroyed me. The searing pain of the car veering off the road, the blinding headlights, Sera' s triumphant sneer in the shadows just before the end. They wanted my inheritance, my position, and my very existence gone. My baby, this tiny, unformed life inside me now, had died with me then. Their betrayal was complete, my fate sealed. How could they have been so cruel, so calculating, to orchestrate such a gruesome end for a naive wife and her unborn child? The bitter injustice had consumed me, haunting my final moments. Yet, here I was. Reborn. I was actually back, precisely on the day of my first demise. The universe, it seemed, had a twisted sense of humor, or perhaps, a penchant for second acts. But this time, I wouldn' t be the unaware victim. Ava Harrison would no longer be a naive fool, easily dazzled and discarded. This time, Ava Harrison would be the one pulling the strings. My objective was clear, etched in the remembered pain: secure my child' s future, and make them all pay. Every single one of them. My revenge finally begins tonight.

I spent five years rotting in a silver-lined cell, a broken wolf enduring endless torture for a tragic accident I never intended to cause. When I was suddenly released early, I dragged my skeletal body to the medical wing to apologize, only to run into the one man I feared most—Alpha Dorian Blackwood, my fated mate. His ice-blue eyes held only burning hatred for the "traitor" who had shamed him. When I tried to slit my own throat with a glass shard to end the nightmare, he crushed my wrist to stop me. "Death is too easy for you. You will pay for your sin by living it." To break me completely, he coldly revealed that my entire family had been slaughtered by Rogues after being exiled because of me. Then, he threw me into the servants' quarters, allowing his cruel staff to starve me, beat me, and work me to the bone. I was a rejected mate forced to dig through the trash just to survive, drowning in the guilt of my parents' brutal deaths. Why did the Moon Goddess pair me with a man whose only desire was to see me crawl and beg like a dog in his living hell? But when the head maid tried to force-feed me rotten slop and gleefully mocked how my parents were torn to shreds, the primal rage I had suppressed for five years finally erupted. I refused to be his broken toy anymore. I lunged at my abusers with deadly intent, my fangs bared, just as Alpha Dorian stepped into the shadows to watch.

"I reject you. You are nothing but a scarred, low-level Omega." My childhood fiancé's cruel words echoed through the ballroom. Instead of a wedding, I was given a black expulsion card and thrown into the freezing rain. Discarded by my family. Scorned by the world. Desperate, I stumbled into an underground club and offered myself to a mysterious stranger. I only wanted one night to forget my pain. But the man who took me was no ordinary wolf. He was the ruthless Alpha King. That night of blistering heat didn't just save my life-it awakened a forbidden, ancient magic in my blood. A power that thrives on the very thing that broke me. The more Alpha essence I consume, the more unstoppable I become. Five years later, I am no longer the weak, scarred girl they threw away. I am returning to the Pack that destroyed me, armed with a lethal secret and a burning desire for revenge. To find my stolen children, I must enter a contract marriage with the most dangerous man on the continent. The same Alpha King who marked me in the dark. He doesn't recognize the stunning monster he created. But every time his scorching skin touches mine, my powers surge, and his iron control shatters. He thinks he bought a submissive wife. He's about to realize I'm the predator, and I will drain them all.

I married Julian, the city's most ruthless Mafia Don, trading my freedom and body just to keep my dying sister alive. But when Elena needed an emergency surgery, Julian coldly denied the three hundred thousand dollars. "Submit the request to Serena. She handles all financial approvals," he dismissed me, knowing full well his secretary despised me. Serena intentionally stalled the funds, mocking my desperation while Julian rewarded her with a sacred blood-diamond heirloom meant only for the Mafia Queen. While they laughed over wine at a high-end restaurant, I watched my fragile sister pull her own life-support tubes to free me from my mafia enslavement. The devastating shock ripped through my abdomen, and in a horrific pool of blood on the clinic floor, I miscarried Julian's unborn heir. Even then, Julian's only message was a cold threat, demanding I drop to my knees and apologize to Serena for my attitude. I stared at the flatlining monitor, my soul completely hollowed out. I was his wife, yet he had casually handed the power of life and death over my only family to a malicious subordinate who wanted me replaced. I didn't shed another tear. I surgically cleared the tragic remains of my pregnancy, packed the bloody tissue into a sealed medical cooler along with my signed severance papers, and had it delivered straight to the Don's mahogany desk before vanishing into the night.

Three years ago, my fiancée Elena left me at the altar on a twisted dare, humiliating me in front of our entire mafia syndicate. Today, she blocked my headquarters with nine armored cars, demanding I divorce my pregnant wife and serve her again. "Hiring a pregnant woman to make me jealous is a bit desperate, Liam," she sneered, tossing a cheap ring at my feet. When I ignored her to escort my wife, Sienna, to her medical checkup, Elena's childhood friend Julian deliberately lunged at Sienna's swollen stomach. I threw myself in the way to take the brutal impact, but the shockwave sent Sienna to the emergency room with a threatened miscarriage. Even as the medical staff scrambled to save my unborn heir, Elena grabbed my sleeve to defend the man who caused it. "He made a mistake! Why are you holding onto a grudge?" she cried, insisting I was just throwing a tantrum to get her attention. For seven years, I took bullets to secure her family's territory, only to be discarded like a stray dog when she got bored. What made her think I would spend three years waiting to be her loyal servant, let alone forgive the attempted murder of my child? Looking at her entitled, delusional face, the last shred of my restraint turned to ash. I pulled out my phone to broadcast the security footage to the entire underworld, and calmly ordered my men to erase her family from existence.

I sat in the emergency room corridor, pressing a soaked bandage against my heavily bleeding arm. I had texted my husband of three years, billionaire Efford Thornton, begging him to come. He did come, but he walked right past me as if I were a piece of furniture. When the doctor finally brought the last bag of O-negative blood in the city to save my life, Efford's assistant intercepted it. Efford coldly ordered the blood to be sent to the VIP wing for Aletha Chase. "Mrs. Chase is pregnant with the Thornton heir," he declared flatly. "The priority is non-negotiable." As I watched my life-saving blood being carried away, he handed me a divorce agreement and an NDA. If I dared to expose his affair, he would immediately cut off the funding for my grandmother's dementia care, leaving her to rot in a public ward. He then turned his back, leaving me to bleed out in the hallway. For three years, I had given up my career and my identity to be his perfect, compliant wife. I couldn't understand how the man who once looked at me like I was his whole world could now literally watch me die just to protect his mistress. But he forgot one thing. The submissive wife he married was just a ghost. I wiped the blood from my hands, dug out the leather half-mask I had hidden away years ago, and made a call. It was time for the legendary runway model "Phoenix" to rise from the ashes and burn his empire to the ground.

My six-year-old twins, Liam and Lily, begged to go to Disneyland. But my husband, Julian Vance, planned to take his mistress to a prenatal clinic. Annoyed by the twins' crying and deeming them "too delicate and spoiled," Julian drove them out to the Mojave Desert, demanding they learn how to survive on their own. I couldn't even fathom it. I begged him desperately. "Julian, please! Give me the coordinates! Tell me where my babies are!" "They're only six! They'll die out there! I promise I'll discipline them. I'll never let them bother you again. Please, just let me go get them back!" The only answer I got was the sound of him having sex with his mistress. By the time Julian found out the truth, it was already too late. He knelt before me, crying and pleading for forgiveness, but my children were no longer around to forgive him. And I could never forgive him on their behalf.

The sound of his pen scratching against the paper was louder than the thunder outside. Beside me, Dante, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack, reeked of a sickly, synthetic sweetness—a witch's hex perfume that clouded his mind and made him obsessed with another woman. He tossed a folder onto my lap without even looking at me. "File this with the Council tomorrow," he ordered, his eyes glazed over as he texted his mistress, Sofia. "It's just the logistics report." He didn't know he had just signed our divorce papers. Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes in the middle of a dark highway. "Get out," he snarled, his eyes glowing a feral yellow. "Sofia is being attacked. I need the car. You're slowing me down." I froze. "Dante, this is Rogue territory." "Survive," he scoffed. He forced me out of the safety of the SUV and sped away, leaving his Fated Mate standing in the freezing rain to save a mistress who was lying on a yacht. My wolf didn't weep this time. She growled. I looked at the signed document in my hand. He thought he was stripping my access to the treasury, but he had just legally set me free. I didn't wait for him to return. I took the papers, withdrew fifty million dollars from his account, and vanished to the West Coast. When he finally clears the witch's fog from his mind and comes looking for his submissive wife, he won't find Elena the doormat. He will face the White Wolf.

I was the woman who pulled my husband, tech billionaire Brayden Quinn, out of the gutter. Our story was a modern fairy tale everyone knew. Then I discovered I was pregnant. But the baby wasn't mine. It was an embryo created by him and my worst enemy, implanted in me without my consent. I was just a surrogate for their heir. When my mother was dying, he refused to help, letting her perish from medical neglect because he was too busy with his mistress. When I tried to leave, he had my lawyer disbarred and locked me in our mansion, a prisoner in a gilded cage. He held me against a wall and told me I was his property forever. After he subjected me to a terrifying medical procedure just to remind me of who was in control, I knew the man I had saved was a monster. He hadn't just betrayed me; he had murdered my mother and stolen my body. So I made a deal with his greatest rival. I sold my controlling stake in his company for five hundred million dollars and a plan to disappear. On the deck of the superyacht he named after me, I faked a miscarriage, set off an explosion, and threw myself into the sea. Brayden Quinn would believe I was dead. He would believe he had driven his wife and his precious heir to suicide. Let him live with that.

Francesca Freeman had loved Archer Collins for ten years, ever since her father brought the skinny, silent boy home from the streets. He became her brother in name, but in her heart, he was always something more. Then, on the night he proposed, she overheard his chilling conversation with Amelia Ball: their engagement was merely the first step in his calculated revenge to destroy her family. Every kiss, every tender word since, was a lie. He called her sick, a monster, and had his men beat her, all while she endured, knowing she was just a pawn in his cruel game. He even gave her murdered mother's last memento to Amelia, the very woman who orchestrated the fire that killed her. She couldn't comprehend such betrayal from the boy she had loved, the one who had vowed to protect her. Why did he believe Amelia's lies over her, over the family who took him in? With her heart turned to ash, Francesca Freeman made a choice: she would erase her identity, disappear completely, and leave Archer to face the consequences of his own blind hatred.

The fluorescent hum of the DMV was the soundtrack to my boring life, until I tried to replace my lost driver's license. "Your marital status. It says you're divorced," the clerk said, shattering my five-year marriage to Jackson Parks with a single, flat sentence. My husband, Jackson, the man who swore he loved me, had secretly divorced me three years ago. Not only that, he had remarried the very next day to Candida Camacho, the woman who had tried to murder me on my wedding day and left me infertile. And they had a two-year-old son, Joey. I stumbled home, my world a blur, only to find Jackson and Candida in our living room, arguing. "I hate having to pretend for that pathetic woman!" Candida shrieked. Jackson, my husband, pleaded, "I love you. I've always loved you." The man I sacrificed everything for, who swore to destroy her, was now playing house with my attempted murderer, and I was the fool living in his house, sleeping in his bed, believing his lies. The pain in my abdomen, a phantom ache from five years ago, flared to life, mirroring the gaping wound in my soul. I would not be his victim anymore. "Hamilton," I said into the phone, my voice clear and steady. "I need your help. I need you to help me die."

"Olivia, we need to break up." I said the words quietly. We were sitting on the couch we' d picked out together two years ago. Instead of concern, she laughed, thinking it was a joke because she forgot almond milk. Then her phone buzzed. It was Liam. Again. "Can we not do this right now? It's Liam. He needs me." It was always Liam. On our anniversary, the night my grandmother died. He always had a crisis only Olivia could solve. He arrived less than twenty minutes later, looking pale and distressed. He saw me, and his voice, laced with fake vulnerability, faltered. "Olivia said you guys were having a talk. I can go if this is a bad time. I just… I had another panic attack." He looked at Olivia, playing the victim, making me the bad guy. I' d seen this a hundred times: the late-night calls, the fabricated emergencies. I felt a snap inside me. "You' re always having a panic attack, Liam," I blurted. "You strategically dismantle. You make sure you are always the priority." Liam recoiled, his face crumbling. Olivia' s face hardened, disappointment aimed squarely at me. "Noah, stop it. You know he struggles. How can you be so cruel?" She moved to Liam' s side, placing a protective arm around him. She was comforting him. From me. My heart dissolved. I was the outsider. "I' m tired of coming in second place to him. I' m tired of being the bad guy for wanting a partner, not a part-time caregiver for your friend." I grabbed my bag. As I walked out, Olivia' s voice, thick with disbelief, followed me. "You' re really leaving? Over this? You' re just going to throw everything away because you' re jealous?" I stopped but didn' t turn. "It was already thrown away, Liv. I' m just the one finally picking up the trash." I closed the door.

I was the golden girl, the champion equestrian, adored by my father, cherished by my brother, and deeply in love with my high school sweetheart, living a perfect suburban life. Then, on my 18th birthday, everything shattered when my father brought home Maria, a "troubled teen" he adopted, and suddenly, I ceased to exist. My father, brother, and even the boy I loved, Ethan, turned their backs on me, falling for Maria' s fragile, manipulative act, consistently choosing her over me, climaxing with them missing my college graduation for her regional play. When I confronted them about their abandonment, my own father struck me, my brother coldly told me to "get out," and later, after I cooked a meal to try for closure, they accused me of poisoning Maria, believing her fabricated allergic reaction. Utterly broken and disowned, I fled in a thunderstorm, leaving behind the only family I'd ever known, not realizing it was just the beginning of my rebirth.

The pen hovered, ready to sign the lease for our new apartment, signaling a huge step forward after seven years with Chloe. This was supposed to be it, our future, a real home we'd finally share. Then, her phone buzzed for the third time in minutes, betraying the familiar source of chaos: Liam. "He needs me," she whispered, already pulling away, leaving me stranded with two unsigned leases and a bewildered agent. My heart sank when I scrolled social media to find Liam's smug selfie with Chloe, her arm around him, captioned "My angel, always there." Her follow-up text wasn't "Are you okay?" but an angry accusation: "Are you trying to make me look bad? I'm dealing with something real here." The supposed "crisis" was a lie, a performance designed to put Liam first, as always. Seven years of always being second, of cancelled plans and hollow apologies, now burned with the bitter truth: he wasn't having a relapse, he was just having my Chloe. Every single time, her excuses and empty promises had left me feeling like an afterthought, my feelings dismissed. How could I have been so foolishly hopeful, clinging to the belief that her fleeting affection was genuine love, not just a desperate cling to a safety net? Then, my boss offered an escape: a lead designer position in San Francisco, a chance for a fresh start. I was done with the lies, the neglect, the constant battle for a love that wasn't truly mine. Looking Chloe in the eye, despite my fever, I declared, "We're over. Your apologies are always too late." This time, I was choosing myself, walking away for good.

Ava Hayes, daughter of a revered NASA astronaut, felt destiny pulling her toward the stars, just like her hero father who'd sacrificed his life on a mission. A glittering gala was her chance to connect, but the night twisted into a public nightmare when intimate photos of her were auctioned off as a "gag." Her childhood friends, Liam and Owen, stood by, even laughing, manipulated by Bianca, whose family had built a false legacy from her own father's alleged heroism, eclipsing Ava's true family sacrifice. This wasn't just a prank; it was a calculated attack. The public shaming escalated with fabricated scandals, dragging her father's name through the mud and pushing Ava to the brink of suicide. How could the boys whose fathers owed their lives to hers turn so vile? The betrayal left her broken, yet through the ashes of despair, her mentor, Dr. Ramirez, pulled her back. Ava disappeared, finding refuge and rebuilding her brilliance at a remote observatory. But redemption, and revenge, have a way of finding their moment. Now, she's back, a lead astrophysicist, commanding a groundbreaking AstroCorp project. The scars of their cruelty run deep, but they fueled her rise. Little do Liam and Owen know, the truth about her father's ultimate sacrifice is about to rewrite history, and Ava is ready to collect on every single wound they inflicted.

What hurt her deeper than the harsh slap was her ex-boyfriend’s cruelty. Then, he came back into her life, saved her from danger, and swooped her into a fairy tale romance. However, fairy tales never lasted. She thought that he was out of her life for good, but how would ever he let her go? He played his tricks one more time and barged into her new life. Will he win her back? Will she forgive him? Where will their love go?

To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money. Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth. Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover. She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years. After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past. She was wrong. The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world. Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back. But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life. Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother. Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his. Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother.

One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents. Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice. The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke. Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door. Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection. No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose.

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time. Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle. It was his ninth broken promise. When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson. "Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money." Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant. "It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me." After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her. She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number. Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival. "Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?" Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight's secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose's emergency room pregnant. and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away-with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth- He didn't lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart. But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage. When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway. He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop. At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me. They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond. When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue. "Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?" He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests. Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died. To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival. It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground.

SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé plowing my cousin on our bed. Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth. Then I find out my grandmother is dying. This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too. Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy. That's when Simon Hart-my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation-makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal. "Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You're tired of everyone pitying you. I'm rich as fuck, handsome as hell, and charming as fuck. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?" The problem is, he's right. I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down. It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings sex. No jealousy. No expectations. Just sex. And it worked perfectly. Right up until everything went completely off the rails.

Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden. When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her. "She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin. Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall. Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive. Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open. An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter. "Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place." Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty.

"Spread your legs," the cold, handsome doctor ordered. To escape her ex-boyfriend's wedding invitation , Alana Martin attended an elite gala, wore a borrowed gown , and ended up spending a wild night with a dangerously handsome stranger. Panicked, she fled the next morning -only to end up in the hospital days later with severe inflammation. But when the curtain pulled back, the "doctor" examining her intimate areas was the exact same man from that night! Worse? He was looking at her with a wicked smirk, "You stole my first night, ignored my note , and now you're playing the amnesia game? I'm the victim here, little lady. Take responsibility."

"Mine. You are all mine, Torie. And I will kill any man that gets any close to you." He swears. When I feel the heels of Graham's hand grind my clitoris, I stand on tiptoes, my hands circling around his neck for stability. I feel Graham pushed into me, and I moaned. "Tell me to stop, little bird. Tell me to stop touching you." Graham mutters, his teeth biting my lips, drawing it out with passion. This is my cue to stop this, but when I open my mouth, my brain betrays me. "Mmm... More, Graham." I moaned out. Revenge is a glass of wine I sip on while I watch my Ex-husband crumble before me. Nothing could prepare me for the day I caught my husband fucking my best friend on his office desk. The hurt I felt serving him those divorce papers and begging my family to accept me as the heiress of The Blackwood Group. Now, I am contracted to a billionaire with a dark past who thinks I am his play thing. And that man is my ex-husband's uncle!