Too Late For Regret: My Dragon Lord

The Turner family was on the brink of absolute bankruptcy. To wipe their debts clean, they agreed to marry a daughter to Donovan Carlisle, the notorious, blind, and disabled heir of the Carlisle Group. But the biological daughter, Karyn, threw a hysterical fit, screaming she would never marry a cripple. So, the parents turned their cold, calculating eyes to their adopted daughter, Chloe. They knew Chloe had a neurodevelopmental disorder. They knew she was simple. Yet, without a second thought, they dressed her in oversized, childish rags and threw her into the Carlisle estate as a sacrificial lamb. Before she left, they tested her intelligence one last time with a one-dollar and a hundred-dollar bill, exchanging smug smiles when she happily chose the smaller note. They thought they were sending a broken toy to a useless man. They didn't know that Chloe had been faking her simplicity for years just to survive their cruelty. Behind the mask of an idiot child clutching a teddy bear was "Shadow," a ruthless, anonymous Wall Street genius. She planned to use this marriage as her perfect cover to strip the Turners of everything and build her own empire behind the back of a blind husband. But on her wedding night, when she entered the master suite, Donovan didn't stumble. He grabbed her chin with deadly accuracy, his eyes sharp behind his dark glasses. "You're lying," he whispered. Her blind husband could see perfectly fine. And the ultimate game of deception had just begun.

For three years, my marriage to Alpha Silas was a cold, dark routine. Every night, I drank a bitter tea that sent me into a dreamless sleep, waking up with implanted memories of a loving husband. Then, I discovered the horrific truth. The man sleeping beside me wasn't my husband. He was a soulless clone Silas had bought from a subterranean lab. The real Silas had abandoned our pack to live with his pregnant Rogue mistress. "Ensure she drains the cup. She is too weak to smell the difference between us," I heard Silas tell the clone from outside my door. He had ordered the clone to drug me with Wolfsbane every night. He gave his true love and his royal heir to a lawless Rogue, leaving me in a lightless chamber to be serviced by a counterfeit. But Silas didn't know I possessed the ancient White Wolf blood, which instantly burned the poison from my veins. Lying awake in the dark, my heart shattered into ice. How could my fated mate defile the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess and turn my life into a sick experiment? I didn't cry, and I refused to initiate the Rejection ritual to set him free. Instead, when the trembling clone walked into my bedroom with Silas's exact face and DNA, I smiled. I was going to awaken the clone's inner wolf, get pregnant with his child, and steal my husband's entire kingdom.

What if a succubus was sent to love the most broken, obsessive men across parallel worlds? Isabelle Henderson is a high-level succubus who feeds on pure, intense human emotions-especially love. When she's recruited by a mysterious system to replace heroines who've abandoned their stories, she finds herself thrust into one dark romance after another. Her mission? Make the yandere (lovestruck, obsessive) male leads fall for her. Completely. Irrevocably. Forever. But these aren't ordinary men: A genius investor who hasn't slept in five years, tormented by hyperthymesia and trauma A violent mob boss with skin hunger who hates being touched-until her A wheelchair-bound heir with suicidal thoughts and a dark secret A high school god with split personalities who both want her A disfigured medical genius with severe mysophobia (fear of germs) who can't stand anyone-except her The twist? Unlike the original heroines, Isabelle isn't here to fix them. She's here to want them. Every twisted, possessive, obsessive part. Because the purer the obsession, the sweeter the feast. "They call it sickness. I call it dinner."

The exact moment Marcus Thorne, the most violent Capo on the East Coast, chose to leave our anniversary dinner to answer his mistress's call, I didn't cry. "Business," he rumbled, ignoring the untouched meal I had cooked. "Don't cause a scene, Ellie," he commanded before walking out the door. I later found out his "business" was a polo match with Izzy. She posted a photo of them laughing, her hand on his chest, wearing the shirt I bought him. When I tried to leave, he humiliated me publicly. He kissed her on stage at a gala, just to prove he could. He told his men I was merely acting out. "Ellie is the furniture," he laughed. "You don't throw away antique furniture just because you bought a new TV." But the final blow came when a bomb detonated at a family gathering. Marcus didn't look for me. He dove to cover Izzy with his body. He actually stepped over my bleeding leg to carry her to safety, leaving me in the dust and debris. He thought I was trapped. He thought I was dependent on his money and his name. He thought I would be waiting at home when he was done playing hero. He was wrong. I signed the divorce papers, destroyed my wedding ring, and boarded a one-way flight to Italy. Three months later, when he finally tracked me down in Tuscany, he fell to his knees in the street, begging me to come back. But I just held the hand of the man standing next to me—a man who treated me like a partner, not a prop. "You are trespassing," I said coldly. "Go home, Marcus."

Everyone in the city said I was the luckiest woman alive. I was the diner waitress who saved the amnesiac tech billionaire, Hudson Scott. He fell in love with me, and when his memory returned, he married me against his family's wishes, telling the world I was his one true love. But that was a lie. The man I loved vanished the day the billionaire came back. In his place was a possessive monster who saw me as a possession, and he had just found a new obsession: an artist named Ginger. That’s when the punishments began. Tonight, because Ginger claimed I’d glared at her, he dragged me to a derelict warehouse. My sick mother was tied to a chair, surrounded by open cans of gasoline. He flicked a lighter open, giving me ten seconds to confess to a lie. The man who once worked odd jobs to buy her medicine was now threatening to burn her alive because another woman cried. But it was all a sick performance. Just as he tossed the lighter and flames erupted, his men dragged my mother to safety. “See what happens when you’re not a good girl?” he whispered, before leaving with Ginger. As I carried my mother out of that hellhole, I made a call to a number I hadn't used in years. “Cason? I need your help. I need to disappear.” This time, his world would be the one going up in flames.

My fiancé, Liam, and my brother, Ethan, both fell for the same woman, Chloe. One day, Liam was the man I was going to marry. The next, he looked at me like a stranger. At our engagement party, Liam was an hour late. Then, a picture surfaced of him and Chloe eloping. My world crashed down. To make things worse, Chloe, bandage-clad and tearful, dramatically entered, claiming Liam pushed her. Liam and Ethan, completely taken in, turned on me. "It was Ava," whispered Chloe, and Liam shoved me, causing me to fall and hit my head, bleeding on the floor. My own brother stood over them, his back to me. Two days later, Liam and Chloe showed up, accusing me of my own assault, the man I loved defending the woman who had just lied about me. They were convinced I was the villain, while Chloe was the damsel. I was hospitalized days later with a ruptured appendix, but when I called Ethan, he coldly dismissed me, saying I was "being dramatic," too busy bringing Chloe breakfast. The hospital informed me that my own brother had disowned me. How could two men I loved and trusted so completely be so blind, so cruel? How could my brother abandon me, his only sister, for a woman he'd barely known? I survived. I gathered the last of my strength and resolve. I decided then and there that I wouldn't just disappear; I would rebuild myself, piece by painful piece, into someone they wouldn't recognize, and they would live with the consequences of their betrayal forever.