"I'm not a little girl," I snap. "I'm twenty-five." "And I'm almost twice your age, Natalie," he says, almost like he's giving up. "But that didn't stop you from coming to me." In a second, he has me pinned against the wall. His hands trail up the sides of my body. "Do you want me to stop?" he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. *** On the brink of her second wedding anniversary, Natalie Jones finds her husband, Michael Cooper, embraced passionately with his mistress. Confronting him in a dimly lit restaurant, Nat exposes his scheme to marry her for her father's fortune and storms out. Ric Steward, on the other hand - billionaire and philanthropist - never expected his evening to ignite with scandal. When he sees Natalie-radiant, powerful, and on the edge of a breakdown-he's immediately captivated. Only for him to learn that she's the daughter of a longtime friend. But that doesn't stop Nat. It only makes her want Ric more...
[NATALIE]
The clinking of silverware and the hum of conversation surround me as I sit at the corner table of our favorite Italian restaurant. It's the eve of our second wedding anniversary, and Michael insisted on dining out, even though I would've preferred a quiet night at home. He's always been the social butterfly, the life of every party, while I'm the grounded one-the devoted wife who treasures our private moments, despite being a budding actress in Hollywood.
I sip my wine, but there's this nagging feeling in the back of my mind that something's off. I made an effort to dress up tonight, slipping into a red silk dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. I look amazing-everyone's eyes linger on me, except for Michael's. He hasn't even looked at me properly, let alone complimented me.
The ache in my chest deepens. I know our relationship has faltered despite everything I've done to keep it together. The spark that once made him fall head over heels for me has faded. Lately, he's been distant, coming home late with weak excuses about work. He works for my father, so I know exactly what's going on-and his excuses are lies. But I keep giving him the benefit of the doubt.
Even his once tender kisses have become routine, and the desire that used to burn in his eyes is gone. He doesn't buy me flowers anymore - not even tonight, when it feels like a bare minimum for the occasion.
Does he even remember tomorrow's our anniversary?
Deep down, I know something's terribly wrong, but I keep burying my doubts, hoping they're just products of my overthinking. I love this man. He proposed to me in front of a crowded stadium, fearlessly declaring his love. I gave him everything-my heart, my love, my body, my soul. He's my everything.
"The alfredo's amazing," Mike says, his mouth full. I force a smile, but inside, I'm jealous that he compliments the pasta, yet hasn't said a word about me.
"It is," I say, dropping my fork, my appetite suddenly gone. Trying to sound hopeful, I ask, "What are we doing tomorrow? I took the day off."
Mike looks confused. Wiping his mouth with a napkin, he asks, "Why? What's tomorrow?"
I laugh to keep from crying. "Nothing," I murmur, fidgeting with my fingers. "We haven't gone out somewhere recently."
"We're out right now, silly," he says with a shake of his head. "Besides, I have an important meeting tomorrow."
He has to be joking. He's pretending to forget our anniversary because he's planning something huge, right? It has to be that.
"Sure," I mumble, my voice quieter than I intended. Then I get an idea, a way to test him. "I'll ask Meera to hang out with me tomorrow since you're busy."
Surely, he'll object. He'll feel guilty or show some sign he's planning something. But all Mike does is nod. "Sounds good. Do that."
My heart sinks. I want to scream at him, to storm out and never look back. But I remember my mom's words: You have to be patient, and understanding, and learn to make sacrifices for the man you love.
I rot through the next few minutes, watching as he gives more attention to his food than to me. He doesn't even notice I'm not eating. He doesn't care.
Until his phone starts buzzing, again and again. He tries to ignore it at first, but it's persistent.
"Just give me a moment, love," Mike says, flashing that charming smile as he stands up. "I need to take a quick call."
"Right now? Can't you just turn it off? Is work really more important than us?" I want to ask, but I just nod and watch him weave through the tables, disappearing around the corner.
As the minutes tick by, my anxiety grows. Why hasn't he come back? Did he leave me here? On the eve of our anniversary?
Unable to sit still any longer, I stand up and walk around to clear my head. The warm lighting and rustic charm of the restaurant usually calm me, but tonight, it feels suffocating.
I turn the corner, and my steps falter. There, in the dim hallway, I see him. Mike isn't alone. My breath catches as I watch him pull a beautiful woman into a passionate kiss. They cling to each other like they're the only two people in the world, completely unaware of anything else.
"This is dangerous," I hear the woman say, smiling as they break their kiss. "She's right inside!"
"Natalie's devoted to me. She would never doubt me for a second," Mike mutters with confidence before pulling her back in for another kiss. "After my company's launch event goes well, and her father sends me the check he promised, I'll leave her. Then you and I can be together."
My heart shatters into a million pieces, but all I hear is silence-a deafening, crushing silence. The man I've devoted my life to, the man I've loved unconditionally, is betraying me in the most unforgivable way. And I've stumbled upon them, just around the corner.
I used to admire his confidence, but now I want to spit on it. The pain threatens to consume me, but my anger rises higher. I won't be the victim in this twisted story.
"Well, well, well," I say, stepping forward with my arms folded, my voice surprisingly steady. "Isn't this a cozy little scene?"
Mike jerks away from the woman, his eyes widening in shock and guilt. I recognize her now-from his office parties. She has the decency to look ashamed, but I'm not about to let her off the hook.
"Nat, my love," Mike stammers, stepping toward me. "This isn't what it looks like."
"Save it," I snap, holding up my hand. "I don't need your lies, Mike. I've had enough of those to last a lifetime."
I turn to the woman, who's wringing her hands nervously. "And you," I say, my voice dripping with contempt. "Didn't you know he was married? It was in the fucking newspapers, sweetheart. Do you have any idea what you've done?"
She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. "No, you don't. Because if you did, you wouldn't be standing here, pretending to be innocent. You didn't steal my man. You did me a favor."
Her eyes widen, and she steps back as if my words have struck her. I see the guilt and confusion battling inside her, but I don't care. I have more important things to deal with.
"Mike," I say, turning back to him. "You said you loved me. You professed it in front of a fucking stadium full of people. Was it all for show? Just to impress my father? Was I just a convenience? A trophy wife to show off at parties?"
"That's not true, Nat," he pleads, reaching for me. "I do love you. This... this was a mistake."
"A mistake?" I laugh bitterly. "A mistake is forgetting our anniversary-which is tomorrow, by the way - or misplacing your keys. This is a choice. A deliberate, cruel choice."
I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of my decision settle over me. "But you know what? I'm done. I'm done being your fool. I'm done being the dutiful wife who sacrifices her happiness for a man who doesn't deserve it."
Mike looks stricken, but I feel liberated. "I'm going to take my life back," I say firmly, more to myself than to him. "And I'm going to enjoy my freedom. For the first time in years, I'm going to live for myself."
I turn to leave but pause, looking back at the woman. "And you," I say, a touch of pity in my voice. "You can have him. Just remember, a man who cheats once will cheat again. Don't fool yourself into thinking you're special."
With that, I walk away, my heart heavy but my spirit unbroken. The cool night air greets me as I step outside, stinging my skin, but I welcome it. As I take a deep breath, I feel a sense of clarity. I loved Mike with all my heart, but I deserve better.
I'm not going to be a damsel in distress. I'm Natalie Jones, and it's time to remember that. I lost myself becoming Natalie Cooper, loving a man who never truly loved me back.
I hail a cab and give the driver the address to my penthouse. As we drive through the city, I let myself imagine a future - a future where I'm free. I picture myself traveling, rediscovering my passions, and finding the woman I lost along the way. But I also picture myself kicking Mike's ass.
When the cab pulls up to my penthouse, I snicker to myself. I step inside, taking in the familiar scent of home-every corner of it nurtured by me-and pour myself a glass of wine, savoring the rich flavor as it slides down my throat. I strip off my clothes, admire my figure in the mirror, and sink into the hot bath I've prepared. The steam wraps around me like a warm embrace as I let out a contented sigh.
Freedom never tasted so sweet. Swirling the wine in my glass with a smile, I can't wait to get back into the game.
Camilla Dawson never expected to see the sinfully hot stranger she once hooked up with in a public washroom ever again. But fate-or rather, a father she never knew existed-has other plans. Now, she's bound and delivered as payment for a debt, straight into the hands of none other than Zeke Russell-the ruthless kingpin who always gets what he wants. Zeke built his empire on power and control, and he never takes no for an answer. Business or pleasure, the rules are his. It's been years, but he's never forgotten the woman who left him wanting more. Now, with Camilla thrust into his world as a replacement for his promised bride, everything spirals into chaos. She was never supposed to matter. Yet somehow, she's slipping past his defenses, unearthing secrets he's buried deep-and igniting a dangerous obsession. And when enemies close in, there's nothing he won't do to keep her. After all, what's one more crime in the name of love?
"I, Alec Tawr of Lunar Crest pack, reject you, Elara Wildewood, of Lunar Crest pack," he utters, his voice cutting through the silence. The words sear into my soul, and my heart shatters, broken pieces scattering within me. The pain consumes me, wrapping its icy tendrils around my spirit. "Why?" I ask, letting out a painful cry as my knees give away and I collapse to the floor. Does he think that I agreed to marry Prince Magnus willingly? That I don't wish to be with him? "Why?" I repeat. He blinks and I see him shiver as he clenches his jaw. "Just accept the rejection, El. Make it stop," he says, his voice sharp and hard. I allow myself to cry, letting the tears cascade down my cheeks until I'm a sobbing mess. "I can't. I want you." He clutches his chest and I hate to see him hurting. "It's not possible. Please accept the reception." And so I do it. "I, Elara Wildewood of Lunar Crest pack, accept your rejection." ---- Elara Wildewood knows her life is doomed when she is forced to step in as the substitute bride for Magnus Blackwell, the disabled and cruel Prince of Caelondor. After she is rejected by her mate, she has no choice but to accept her fate. However, after she's wed, she finds out that the truth is not as it seems and the grand palace of Caelondor holds a lot more intrigue and secrecy than she anticipated earlier. Trapped in a web or lies and deception, Elara decides to take control of her life and trains to become stronger. As she gains the admiration of her court, she also attracts the Prince attention's who will stop at nothing to keep her safe.
Caden Miller is Willowbrook High School's notorious rebel, known for his devil-may-care attitude, grey hoodies, and a reputation that precedes him. Ruby Norman, on the other hand, is Willowbrook's epitome of sweetness and innocence. She excels academically, volunteers at the local shelter, and dreams of a life beyond the confines of her small town. When their paths cross, sparks fly, igniting a rollercoaster of emotions that neither Caden nor Ruby saw coming. Underneath their heated exchanges and antagonistic banter, a deep-rooted attraction simmers. The more they try to deny it, the stronger their feelings become. Drawn to each other like magnets, they embark on a forbidden romance that challenges societal norms and tests their own personal boundaries.
The island of Bellpond is a welcoming place for tourists—and a home to werewolves. Vanessa Martin, a member of the Silver Crescent pack knows that Jordan Hale is the forbidden fruit—someone off limits. He belongs to the rival pack. And yet, she's attracted to him in ways she cannot explain. When a tragedy befalls him, Nessa wants to be there in some way to comfort him. She goes out of her way, ignoring all words of advice and warnings from her peers and her grandma and soon, a friendship blossoms between them. The smooth wheel rolling down breaks when they find a body washed up on the shore, and soon a couple more follow, piling up. Nessa and Jordan pair up, vowing to get to the bottom of this, but as they investigate more, they realise the matter is more sinister than they expected. Will they stop and expose those involved in these gruesome murders or fall down the rabbit hole trying to uncover the mystery?
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
In the previous life, Maggie Johnson was so cowardly, gullible and stupid that she was coaxed by her fiance and stepsister and then broke her legs and lost everything including her fortune, love and even life. However, she was so lucky that she was reborn in the year before everything happened. Since her life restarted, how could she repeat a previous tragedy? Therefore, in this life, she took the opportunity to improve herself and take revenge on the ones who had ever insulted her. Facing the people who had humiliated her previously, she became smart and experienced to break their frames and tricks that had caused her to hurt in the previous life. Finally, no one could stop her pace to amaze the world any more.
"I want a divorce!" Ryan demanded, despite the fact that he had cheated on her with his ex. ~ Serena is no longer the quiet, romantic lady Ryan Winters married and divorced five years ago. Now the CEO of Rocky's Designs, she is bright, unwavering, and unapologetic about her independence-a far cry from the woman Ryan remembers. When fate brings them back into one another's lives, Ryan is forced to confront the truth about their past, their newfound hot chemistry, and a surprising revelation; Serena has a daughter who may be his. But Ryan's girlfriend, Kate, isn't prepared to lose him again. She will do whatever it takes to keep Ryan in her grasp-even if it means destroying Serena's life and the corporate empire she has built. What happens when Serena's now peaceful life is being disrupted? Will Serena lose once again or will she seize this billionaire's heart?