Caroline Alexander had finally escaped her abusive billionaire husband-only to watch him marry her own cousin. Betrayed, broken, and penniless, she vowed revenge. But before she could act, a bullet ended her life. Or so she thought. In the afterlife, the gods offer her a deal: thirty days back in the world of the living. But not as herself. Caroline wakes up in the body of a wealthy heiress-one who has spent the last twenty years in a coma, surrounded by enemies who want her dead. With only a month to settle two scores-her own and the heiress'-Caroline must navigate a web of deception, power, and deadly secrets. But as the clock ticks down, one question remains: Can she get her revenge before her borrowed time runs out?
Caroline Alexander had never considered herself a weak woman. She had endured things most people wouldn't survive-loneliness, lovelessness, and a marriage that felt more like a prison sentence than a partnership. But nothing could have prepared her for the way her heart slammed against her ribs as she stared at the phone in her hand.
Hitler Beckenham's phone.
She hadn't meant to go through it. She wasn't the kind of woman who checked her husband's messages, but something about tonight had felt...off. Maybe it was the way he had left his phone carelessly on the marble counter, screen glowing with a new message. Or maybe it was just a feeling-a gut instinct that had been screaming at her for years, telling her that something wasn't right.
And she had been right.
Her fingers trembled as she scrolled, her eyes burning with disbelief.
"I miss you, baby."
"Last night was incredible. I can't stop thinking about you."
"When will you leave her?"
Message after message. Paragraphs filled with affection, longing, and promises of a future that didn't include her. Hitler had saved the number under the name Polar Bear, and at first, she had been confused. But the more she scrolled, the more it became painfully clear.
He was in love. Not with her. Not with the wife he barely acknowledged. But with someone else.
A sharp breath left her lips, her vision blurring with unshed tears.
She had never known this version of Hitler Beckenham-the man in these messages. Sweet. Attentive. Passionate.
"You're everything I've ever wanted, my love. I can't wait to hold you again."
Her chest tightened painfully.
Where was this man in their marriage? The one who showered affection so easily? The one who longed to be with someone? She had spent years tiptoeing around Hitler's moods, enduring his coldness, his complete disregard for her existence. He had never looked at her with warmth. Never spoken to her like she was worth anything more than a business transaction.
And yet, here he was. A devoted lover to someone else.
Her fingers clenched the phone so tightly her knuckles ached.
It wasn't just the betrayal that made her shake-it was the fact that she had wasted so many years believing he would change.
With a deep, shuddering breath, she dropped the phone onto the bed like it had burned her.
She needed to get out of this marriage.
Desperation clawed at her chest as she grabbed her own phone, her fingers moving automatically to dial the only person she could turn to.
Her father.
The phone rang once. Twice. Three times. And then-
"What is it, Caroline?"
His voice was sharp, impatient. No warmth. No concern.
The dam broke.
"Daddy," she whispered, and the first tear slipped down her cheek. "I can't do this anymore."
Silence.
"I never wanted to marry him," she continued, her voice shaking. "I never wanted any of this. I tried. I tried to be a good wife. I thought maybe-maybe he would change. That maybe with time, things would get better. But they haven't. They never will. He-" Her voice cracked. "He hates me, Daddy. He's always hated me. And now-"
She sucked in a breath. "Now, I find out he's been cheating on me. He's in love with someone else."
Her father sighed heavily on the other end, and for a moment, she thought-hoped-he might say something comforting. Something fatherly.
But then-
"So?"
Caroline froze. "What?"
"So what if he's cheating? So what if he hates you? What do you want me to do about it?"
Her lip trembled. "Daddy, I want a divorce."
"No."
The word was so final, so firm, that it took her a second to process it.
She swallowed. "I can't live like this. I'm miserable. I-I don't care how it happens, I just want out. I just want to be free."
Her father let out a bitter laugh. "Free? Free to do what, Caroline? Where will you go? What will you do?"
She clenched her jaw. "I don't know, but anything is better than this."
"You're so dramatic," he scoffed. "Every time, you make things harder than they have to be. Why can't you ever do something for me, for once?"
Her stomach twisted. "What?"
"I raised you when your mother was gone. I gave you everything. And what do you do? Complain. Cry. Run away the first chance you get. Always a disappointment."
Caroline felt like the air had been sucked out of her lungs.
"I-I'm not trying to disappoint you," she whispered. "I just want to be happy."
"Happiness is a privilege, not a right," he snapped. "You think I was happy when my business was crumbling? When I was drowning in debt? When people whispered about my downfall? No. But I did what I had to do. And Hitler saved us."
Caroline flinched.
"Do you think you'd be living the life you have now if he didn't marry you? Do you think my company would have survived? He pulled us out of the dirt, Caroline. And you want to throw that away because of a few bad years in a marriage?"
She shut her eyes tightly, shaking her head. "It's not just a few bad years. I can't breathe around him. I don't even feel like a person anymore."
Her father let out another sigh, like she was exhausting him.
"You've always been a pain in my ass."
Tears slipped down her face.
"Why can't you ever do something for me? Something that will make me happy?"
She sucked in a sharp breath. "Daddy, please-"
"Don't 'Daddy' me," he spat. "You are the reason your mother isn't here today."
Her world tilted.
"If she had listened to me and aborted you, she would still be here. But no-you decided to come into this world. And look at you now. Ungrateful. Selfish. A burden."
The words cut through her like a blade, deeper and sharper than anything Hitler had ever said to her.
Her father's voice turned cold. "So do for me as I have done for you. Stay in that marriage. Be happy. And stop calling me for every little problem you have."
The line went dead.
The phone slipped from her fingers.
Caroline collapsed onto the floor, her body wracked with silent sobs.
She clutched her chest, gasping for air, but nothing came.
How had she gotten here?
How had her life become this?
She had fought for so long. Swallowed so much pain. Endured so much loneliness.
For what?
For a father who had never loved her?
For a husband who despised her?
She had nothing. No one.
The weight of it pressed down on her, suffocating.
And for the first time in her life, she wondered-
Would it really be so bad if she just disappeared?
In a world where power is currency and betrayal lurks in every shadow, Ramona never expected to become a pawn in a deadly game between supernatural forces. After being captured by Killian, a ruthless Mafia King and Alpha Werewolf, she is thrust into a dangerous realm where dominance rules and secrets can kill. She wants revenge for her father's murder-but when the truth starts unraveling, she realizes nothing is as it seems. In this world of wolves, witches, and war, power is never freely given. It's taken. And the cost? Everything.
Seven years ago, Layla ruled. The Queen Bee of university life, she toyed with hearts-until Roman. He was supposed to be just another conquest, the quiet engineering student who didn't care about her games. But when she made him fall, she never expected to fall harder. Then everything shattered. Layla left him broken, and just days later, his little sister died alone. Now, Roman is no longer the bookish boy she knew-he's a ruthless billionaire, powerful, untouchable... and out for revenge. When Layla, drowning in debt and desperation, seeks his help, he offers her a deal: five years as his. His to command. His to break. She refuses. Roman smirks. Then you're not desperate enough yet. But when she has no other choice, Layla signs away her freedom, stepping into a game of obsession, pain, and something far more dangerous-old desires that refuse to die. He swore he'd ruin her. She swore she'd never love him again. But the past has secrets, and when they surface, neither will ever be the same. In a battle of love and vengeance, the heart is the deadliest weapon of all.
Rocco Montenegro is Spain's most feared mafia lord-ruthless, untouchable, and merciless. The boy who once knew warmth and friendship died alongside his mother's screams, leaving only a man built from shadows and vengeance. He trusts no one. He loves no one. Sienna Wilson has spent her life searching for answers. Her mother left home one evening and never returned, leaving her trapped in the child care system, alone and forgotten. The only piece of her past that remains is a hazy memory of Rocco, the boy who once made her laugh-the only person who ever felt like home. When fate brings her into Rocco's world again-as his personal chef-she expects to find her childhood friend. Instead, she meets a man who is cold, cruel, and terrifying. A man who insults her, tests her, and pushes her to the edge. But despite his arrogance, despite his lethal reputation, she refuses to be afraid. She doesn't know the truth. She doesn't know that Rocco's father is the reason her mother never came home. And Rocco? He swore never to let her get close. But the past has a way of creeping in, and the more she fights him, the more he remembers. She was never meant to be in his world. He was never meant to want her. But some destinies cannot be rewritten-no matter how deadly the cost.
Rita Devilroke loved Leandro Riquel with everything she had. He swore to give her the world, but when love wasn't enough, he left. No warning. No goodbye. Just gone. Three years later, he returns as a billionaire, ruthless and untouchable. Rita, still clawing her way through life, refuses to be a chapter in his redemption story. But Leandro didn't come back to apologize, he came back to claim her. This time, she's the one with the power to break him
I once believed I understood love, passion, and longing, until I met him. He turned my world on its axis, making me the object of his obsession while he became the embodiment of my deepest transgression. I became his devoted lover; he became my salvation. He commanded me with unyielding intensity, and I, in turn, surrendered completely to his will.
Rachel used to think that her devotion would win Brian over one day, but she was proven wrong when his true love returned. Rachel had endured it all—from standing alone at the altar to dragging herself to the hospital for an emergency treatment. Everyone thought she was crazy to give up so much of herself for someone who didn’t return her feelings. But when Brian received news of Rachel’s terminal illness and realized she didn’t have long to live, he completely broke down. "I forbid you to die!" Rachel just smiled. She no longer needed him. "I will finally be free."
PERMISSION IS TAKEN FRIM THE ORIGINAL, BE WARNED!! Do you believe in Myths? Just when she thinks it can't get any worse, it does. Lucy lost everything four years ago in a rogue attack. She's been abused, starved, rejected, and broken. As her eighteenth birthday approaches, strange things start to happen, things that only happen once every century. She finds friendship in the most unlikely place and escapes to find her true self with the help of the most dangerous Alpha. Warning: This werewolf trilogy is not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone who doesn't enjoy a good spanking. It will take you on adventures around the world, make you laugh, fall in love, crush your heart and possibly leave you drooling.
She was the notorious Alana Wilson, a shameful daughter of the Wilson family. Her reputation went downhill after she broke her engagement with her fiance, Albert Harris. They pointed finger at her, calling her a cheater. However, in truth, who was the cheater here? Alana would do anything she could to have her engagement with Albert broken, even if it meant sacrificing her own reputation. Ten years of abuse she endured in her last life was enough. She made sure that in this life, she would never marry that cheating bastard again. As her previous crush, as well as her brother's best friend, Lorenzo Miller is now back to the country, what would happen to her already messed up life? Especially when her ex-fiance also didn't want to leave her alone. Sequel is out now! Rebirth of the Billionaire's Vengeful Actress Wife
Carrying a child left Adeline trapped in marriage to the ruthless and unhinged Waylon, and everyone doubted she'd survive to see the baby's first breath. Filled with dread but determined, she carefully won him over and soon became his lethal obsession. Yet on the day she planned to escape, Waylon drove their car to a cliff's edge, foot hovering over the gas. "I'm sorry, love—did you just say divorce?" His fingers skimmed her cheek, his tone a deadly whisper. "Defy me, and you pay." Later, drenched in blood and rain, he knelt before her, trembling, and pleaded, "Tell me how to keep you here."
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.