Emilia Hayes had it all-a thriving career, a fiancé who adored her, and a future full of promise. But when a tragic accident robs her of her memories, she wakes up in a hospital to find herself engaged to Julian Cross, a cold and enigmatic billionaire she doesn't remember. Julian claims they were once deeply in love, but something doesn't add up. As Emilia pieces together fragments of her past, she discovers a twisted web of secrets, betrayals, and hidden dangers. Torn between trusting the man who says he loves her and the nagging feeling that he's hiding something, Emilia must uncover the truth before it's too late. Because in the game of love and deception, her heart may be the ultimate pawn.
A sharp, rhythmic beeping pulled Emilia Hayes from the depths of unconsciousness. The air smelled sterile, laced with the faint scent of antiseptic and something metallic-blood? Her body ached, every muscle stiff as if she had been in a battle she didn't remember fighting.
Her eyes fluttered open, and blinding white light forced her to shut them again. A dull pounding throbbed in her skull. Where was she?
Slowly, she turned her head to the side, her fingers weakly gripping the stiff bedsheets beneath her. Machines surrounded her, their screens flickering with numbers she couldn't comprehend. An IV was taped to her arm. The realization hit her in waves. A hospital. She was in a hospital.
Panic coiled in her chest. She tried to sit up, but a gentle yet firm hand pressed against her shoulder.
"Easy, sweetheart."
The deep voice sent a shiver down her spine. It was warm, intimate, yet completely unfamiliar.
She forced her eyes open again, blinking away the blur. A man sat beside her bed, his sharp blue eyes watching her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. His dark hair was neatly styled, his chiseled jaw tense as if he had been clenching his teeth for hours. He was breathtaking-hauntingly so.
But she didn't know him.
"Who..." Her voiceHer voice cracked, weak from disuse. She tried again. "Who are you?"
The man's expression didn't flicker. If anything, something unreadable passed through his gaze.
His fingers flexed against the bed frame before he spoke.
"Emilia," he said, his voice softer now, as
if he were choosing his words carefully.
"Emilia, it's me. Julian."
The name meant nothing. It rang hollow in her mind, an empty echo with no memories attached.
She licked her dry lips, trying to push through the fog in her head. "I... I don't know you."
Something flickered in his eyes-pain? Frustration? It was gone before she could be sure.
Julian leaned forward slightly, his presence overwhelming. "You were in an accident," he said slowly, watching her reaction. "A car crash. You hit your head, and you've been unconscious for three days."
An accident. A car crash.
Emilia closed her eyes, willing her mind to cooperate, but it was like reaching into a void. No images, no sounds, no sensations-just an aching emptiness where her memories should have been.
Her fingers curled into the sheets. "I... I don't remember."
Julian exhaled, as if he had expected this but still hated hearing it. "The doctors said you might have memory loss. But they also said it should come back with time."
She opened her eyes again, searching his face. "Who are you to me?"
A muscle in his jaw ticked. Then, after a beat, he said, "I'm your fiancé."
The words hit her like a punch to the chest.
She stared at him, her heart pounding. "No... that can't be right."
But Julian didn't flinch. He simply reached into his pocket, pulled out a small velvet box, and flipped it open. Inside sat an engagement ring-simple yet elegant, a gleaming diamond set in platinum.
"This is your ring," he said, his voice firm but laced with something deeper, something vulnerable. "I gave it to you a year ago."
Emilia's breath came short and shallow. None of this felt real. She didn't remember him. She didn't remember their engagement.
She didn't remember anything.
Panic rose in her throat. She looked down at her hands, as if they belonged to a stranger. Her fingers trembled. "I don't-"
Julian reached for her hand, his touch warm and familiar-too familiar for a man she had no recollection of. "Emilia, please. Just breathe. I promise, we'll figure this out."
She wanted to believe him. She wanted to trust the steady strength in his voice.
But something deep in her gut twisted.
Something told her that Julian Cross was hiding more than he was saying.
Emilia's breath came fast and uneven. The walls of the hospital room seemed to close in, the beeping of the machines growing louder, sharper.
She willed herself to remember-anything. The way Julian's fingers lightly traced over her knuckles, the way his gaze burned into hers as if willing her to remember him. But there was nothing. Just an empty void where her past should have been.
She forced herself to look at him again. His face was unreadable, though a flicker of something-desperation?-lingered in his eyes.
"If we were engaged," she said slowly, "then why don't I feel anything for you?"
Julian flinched, just slightly, but it was enough.
Emilia wasn't sure why she said it, but deep down, she expected to feel something-a rush of familiarity, a sense of safety, love, anything. But instead, all she felt was a growing unease.
Julian's grip on her hand tightened just enough for her to notice before he let go. His lips pressed into a thin line.
"You've been through trauma," he said carefully. "Your emotions need time to catch up. But trust me, Emilia-we were happy."
The words should have reassured her. They didn't.
She glanced down at the engagement ring still sitting in the open box. It was beautiful, expensive, something she might have once dreamed of wearing. But now? It felt foreign.
Julian reached out and gently tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear. It was a tender gesture, but instead of comfort, it sent a chill down her spine.
"You don't have to force yourself to remember everything right away," he murmured. "Just trust me. I'll take care of you."
A part of her wanted to believe him. Wanted to lean into the warmth of his words.
But another part of her-the part that felt like it had been screaming from deep inside the fog of her mind-was telling her to run.
She didn't know why.
She just knew that something about Julian Cross didn't feel right.
And if she wanted the truth, she would have to find it herself.
There are three unbreakable laws in the kingdom of Ravaryn: 1. Never touch a Blood Alpha their bite is a death sentence. 2. Never enter the Eclipsed Woods those who do are never seen again. 3. Never, under any circumstances, fall in love with a monster. Celeste Vail has spent her life following the rules. As the daughter of a Beta wolf, she knows her place obedient, unseen, and destined to mate for duty, not love. But when she finds a wounded wolf in the forbidden woods on the night of the Blood Moon, everything changes. Because this is no ordinary wolf. This is Ronan Duskbane the exiled Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, the most dangerous werewolf clan to ever exist. Cursed with a bloodthirst that even his own kind fears, Ronan has been hunted for years. He should have killed Celeste the second she touched him. Instead, he marked her. Now, their souls are bound in a way that defies every law of their kind. Celeste is his, and Ronan will burn the world to keep her. But as war looms and Celeste's own hidden powers awaken, one question remains: Did she save a monster, or did she just doom them all? .......
In a world where fate determines mates, Aria Sinclair never expected her destined bond to bring her anything but pain. Marked by tragedy and scarred both inside and out, she has spent years hiding from the past until the day she crosses paths with Alpha Kade Blackwood, the ruthless leader of the Blood Moon Pack. The moment Kade lays eyes on Aria, he knows she is his mate. But she is terrified of him of all Alphas. Broken and unwilling to trust, Aria does the unthinkable: she rejects him. Yet, Kade refuses to accept her rejection. His wolf craves her, his soul calls for her, and he will stop at nothing to uncover the truth behind her pain. As danger looms and enemies from Aria's past resurface, Kade vows to protect her even if it means breaking her walls and forcing her to accept the bond she's so determined to escape. But when secrets unravel and betrayals come to light, will Aria find the strength to let love in, or will she run once more, leaving behind the mate who swore to never let her go?
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"Lucien, let's get a divorce," I said in a peremptory tone that was long overdue, the most decisive farewell to this absurd marriage. We had been married for exactly three years-three years that, for me, were filled with nothing but endless loneliness and torment. For three years, the husband who should have stood by my side through every storm, Lucien Sullivan, had completely disappeared from my life as if he had never existed. He vanished without a trace, leaving me alone to endure this empty, desolate marriage. Today, I finally received his message: "I'm back. Come pick me up at the airport." When I read his words, my heart leapt with joy, and I raced to the airport, thinking that he finally understood my love and was coming back to me. But his cruelty was far worse than I could have ever imagined-he was accompanied by a pregnant woman, and that woman was Carla, my closest and most trusted friend. In that moment, all of my previous excitement, all my hope, and all of our shared laughter and tears turned into the sharpest of daggers, stabbing into my heart and leaving me gasping for air. Now, all I want is to escape from this place that has left me so broken-to lick my wounds in solitude. Even if these wounds will remain with me for the rest of my life, I refuse to have anything to do with him ever again. He should know that it was his own hand that trampled our love underfoot, that his coldness and betrayal created this irreparable situation. But when he heard those words, he desperately clung to this broken, crumbling marriage, unwilling to let it end-almost as though doing so could rewind time and return everything to how it used to be. "Aurora, come back. I regret everything!" Regret? Those simple words stirred no emotion in me-only endless sadness and fury. My heart let out a frantic, desperate scream: It's too late for any of this!
Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."
On the day of their wedding anniversary, Joshua's mistress drugged Alicia, and she ended up in a stranger's bed. In one night, Alicia lost her innocence, while Joshua's mistress carried his child in her womb. Heartbroken and humiliated, Alicia demanded a divorce, but Joshua saw it as yet another tantrum. When they finally parted ways, she went on to become a renowned artist, sought out and admired by everyone. Consumed by regret, Joshua darkened her doorstep in hopes of reconciliation, only to find her in the arms of a powerful tycoon. "Say hello to your sister-in-law."
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.