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Astraea Alora Hera aka Astraea Is the most valuable psychologist of L.M. Hospital she has it all from long black wavy hair a goddess voice and angelic face but not just that she's also a talented doctor and psychologist and no one can resist her charms. but what if one day her path will cross with her childhood crush but now it's not the lovable, sweet and caring Zero that she liked before, it's the complete opposite he's now a complete psycho. She was assigned as his psychologist. the aggressive Zero Elton Seviller can only be tamed by Astraea Alora Hera. Her... Just her. Will Alora be able to cure him? Astraea POV A few years ago I had an accident and lost my memory. now I will work as a psychologist. 1 month ago I graduated from L.U and was assigned to this hospital. I'm just a beginner so I'm still adjusting. So far so good, my colleagues here are kind. I just got rid of my patient who was a victim of r*pe, calming her down and giving her advices, she is slowly getting better compared to when she first came here she was miserable and troubled now she is talking to me and other people here . Today a new patient is coming. I wonder who it will be. Anyway, I was about to go to my office when I heard someone break and scream so I immediately went to it, I saw a familiar person. Did we meet? But wait did he disappear? he was with a lot of guards with him and his hands were handcuffed. He kept looking like a criminal. He was still struggling. He has that intimidating but gorgeous face that every woman could d13 for. I admit it, he's handsome. Doesn't it look like she's too attractive to be taken to a mental hospital? What did he do to bring it here? He's tall, handsome, big built and deep voice exactly like my type-- what am I talking about? "Leave me alone you bvllsh*its" He shouted and struggled. I just saw him here, he seems to be the new patient we are talking about coming here. That person is brave. It will definitely be difficult for the one who will be assigned to be his psychologist. He's handsome and aggressive. when he suddenly looked at me, our eyes met, his gaze was terrifying as if he had seen what he had been dreaming and looking for for a long time. I just looked away and walked to my office because I had to talk to someone important. When I came to my office, I saw a woman, she was beautiful, white and looked like she was in her mid 20's, she stood up when she saw me. "Are you Ms. Amanda Seviller?" He nodded and sat down where he was sitting earlier. I sat in my swivel chair and started Kona "What do you mean?" I will ask. "You... I mean you Ms. Hera." I was surprised by what he said. "What do you mean?" "I need you Ms. Hera, No... My brother needs you. Can you be his personal psychologist?" He begged for it. "What are you saying, if I'm one of you, just look for someone else, there are many good ones out there, why am I still there?" It's weird because it's too much. "As long as you have to do is take care of my brother, I will pay you big, big big. no matter how much you pay, how much do you want 500 thousand? 1 million? Name it. I heard that when you save money, you want to travel. Don't you want it? Your job will be simple, you should always be by your brother's side. Deal or no deal? Think carefully Ms. Hera." when he convinces me. I thought about it. Maybe he really loves his older brother, right? "Fine...Deal. Who is your brother? What's he like?" I will ask. It's like we have an idea who will take care of me, right? "Ah my brother? He's the one who just arrived earlier." I was shocked by what he said. Huh!? "What?!" I screamed. Does he mean the one that disappeared earlier? What trouble did you get yourself into, Astraea? Someone's POV The guards escorted me to this fckg mental hospital because I'm crazy... crazy for her. i saw a familiar figure from afar. Finally. "Found you." I whispered to myself with a smirk. How I miss her, She's still as gorgeous as ever. I badly want to hug her but these useless bvllsh*t guards are stopping me. You have a day with me too. "Arghh get off me you b@st*rds if I ever escape here I'll k*ll every one of you. Mark my words."

"Allen, get over it. You can shoot with me later!" I screamed loudly. It looked at me but quickly avoided it. I can still see him shaking his head. I heard the laughter of the students I was with today in the Basketball gym. although that was shouted against my will, I could not do anything. My pocket depends on it for a week. I didn't pay attention to the few people who were close to me who almost became flies in my ears. I saw the grin of my female best friend, who was now sitting where the other players of our school's Basketball team were sitting. She can sit there because she is the girlfriend of Jackson, who is the Captain of our team who is a friend of 'Ace' Allen. I could see him from where I was sitting because our team was on the other side. Here I sit in the part where our team's opponent is. 'It's like looking at my damn best friend.' I was stunned when the referee blew his whistle. I didn't realize that I had been staring at my best friend for so long and was no longer focused on the game. "THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!" the Announcer shouted. A loud scream erupted inside the gym. I looked at the score board for a moment. 78-54. Only our team. "WHOO! YOU ARE GOOD MY BABY. YOU'LL GIVE ME THREE KISSES LATER TOO!" Another shame came out of my mouth. I looked at my good best friend, who almost fell out of his seat because of laughter. I noticed Allen glancing at me but he also quickly returned his gaze to the person watching over him when our eyes met. The ball was theirs again, in an instant he grabbed it. Awesome! It dribbles the ball. I saw a small smile on his lips. Don't get excited. Just dare.' I glanced at the paper I was holding. Everything I'm going to shout when Allen shoots is written here. "THREE POINTS FOR GOMEZ!" 'L*nghiy* why is it coming from?!' I blew out air before shouting what was written on the paper. "LET'S GO, BABY. THREE ROUNDS LATER." The basketball gym roared with laughter from the students. My good best friend also fell off the chair. Jackson gave him a worried look, but my good friend didn't seem to mind and returned to his seat. The suppression of laughter is still evident here. 'I wish you would fart!' I never thought that an introvert like me could do this just for money. Kelly is holding my money that I have saved from working part-time jobs. He forcibly took my money from me and threatened that if I didn't do his dare, it would rot in his hands. Kelly is rich, so I know he won't touch it because it's just a coin to him. Also, even though that girl likes to tease me, she is not that kind of person. He said he just wants me to have a love life because I'm getting old. Even though I'm only 17. mom even lets me play. He also said he wanted Allen for him because he said he had no girlfriend since birth. Even the lips are said to be fresh. 'L*nghh girl. How rude!' The referee whistled to signal a short time out. I glanced at the score board again. we are still alone and only four minutes left. It looks like another win again for the school basketball team. I wish! 'My Baby can do that, I mean Allen.' The referee blew his whistle again. The players of both teams went to the middle of the court at the same time. The opponent has the ball. I stared hard and barely blinked at what Allen was watching. Mud! His big man, I mean his body is so wide that it's like he's not in high school. They are the same height as Allen but his body is really different. Allen isn't thin, his body is just right and he's wide, but not as wide as the person he's guarding. 'It's like the body of the bouncer is double the body of the person he's guarding.' I gasped when it hit Allen's shoulder, but Allen didn't even fall even though I knew it was too strong. I don't know if the man could have done that because the referee didn't kick him. And I don't even know anything about the game of basketball. the man couldn't get away from Allen no matter what he did so he was caught because he held the ball for so long. His eyes were sharp and angry looking at Allen. I felt nervous when his angry eyes landed on me. I pinched my left leg because of fear. My eyes moved around as if looking for something. It stopped right in the eyes of Allen who was also looking at me now. My eyes narrowed when he mouthed 'I'll protect you' which messed up my brain. 'Why would he do that for me?' I looked away from it and it landed on my best friend who now had a big smile on his lips. 'Another weird one!' The game resumed, and as expected, our basketball team won. I was about to leave because I was too embarrassed but the mic made a noise that hurt the ears of the students present. My eyes searched for Kelly, she was in the middle and she was holding the mic. He looked at me with a smile on his lips. 'Mud! what nonsense is he going to do again?!' "May I have your attention, please?" he began. "That girl." This taught me that the students immediately turned to my place.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire. But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice. "The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more." Kayla's blood turned to ice. "She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition." The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log. Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged? Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down.

I was a wolfless Rogue, cast out and humiliated when my childhood sweetheart abandoned me to mate with a powerful Alpha's daughter. To get revenge, I willingly walked into the bed of Graham Rogers, the ruthless Alpha King of New York. I thought I could use his power, but I traded one monster for an even worse one. He forced me to sign a suffocating contract, trapping me as his personal assistant and absolute property. When he found the empty box of the morning-after pill I took, his eyes turned black with terrifying rage. "Did you really think a filthy rogue bloodline like yours was worthy of carrying my child?" His brutal fury left me with severe internal injuries that a doctor warned could permanently destroy my body. While I was trapped in this living hell, my ex and his family, now facing bankruptcy, suddenly came crawling back. They begged for my forgiveness, hoping to use my new connection to the Alpha King to save their dying pack. They thought I was still the weak, pathetic girl they could easily manipulate and discard. But they didn't know I had just discovered they were likely the ones who murdered my parents fourteen years ago. Looking at my ex's desperate, pleading face, I calmly answered a call from the very devil who held me captive. I was done being a victim, and I would borrow the beast's power to burn their entire world to the ground.

On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage. Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move. Then, she meets him. Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close. He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle. One impulsive proposal changes everything. "If you need a wife... marry me instead." "Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."

I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza. Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait. To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission. I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents. "Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf." They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash." To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner. They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon. I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire. "I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS." This time, I was playing by my own rules.

I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs. My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister. But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed. In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably. Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head. "This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!" I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family. But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn. He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala. He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect. I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast? It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me. He could hear my inner thoughts!