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Modern

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

Werewolf

In the heart of the mysterious Lamenta Forest, the Keibster pack reigns supreme. These shadow wolves feed on human souls, strengthening their ancient power. Alma, the designated heir, must prove her worth by infiltrating the human world and bringing souls back to her pack. But upon her arrival among

Modern

I was finally brought back to the billionaire Vance estate after years in the grimy foster system, but the luxury Lincoln felt more like a funeral procession. My biological family didn't welcome me with open arms; they looked at me like a stain on a silk shirt. They thought I was a "defective" mute

Werewolf

I lay in the ICU, silver toxicity turning my blood to lead. A chandelier had sliced through my shoulder, poisoning me and the secret life growing inside my womb. The doctor was frantic, gripping the phone. "Alpha, the silver has reached her marrow. She needs a transfusion of your blood. It's the on

Modern

My brother David's St. Florian's medallion, a cool silver comfort against my palm, was my anchor, a constant reminder of the hero I'd lost three years ago in the city blaze. His best friend, Mark, became my fiancé, a bond everyone insisted David would have blessed, yet his growing neglect felt like

Romance

"Don't you dare mess this up, Gabrielle," my mother hissed, her knuckles white on the steering wheel. She' d arranged a "golden ticket" meeting with a wealthy heir, supposedly for my future. But a chilling warning about my best friend Molly, "Don't let Molly anywhere near this. She'll ruin it,"

Romance

They called us the brilliant Reed sisters, both surgeons. I was Evelyn, the older one, and in my last life, I poured everything into saving Daniel Sterling, the man I was supposed to marry. I sacrificed my career, my groundbreaking research, my very soul, all to make him whole. My younger sister,

Romance

My engagement party was supposed to be the culmination of seven years of love with Liam Miller, a public declaration before we started our lives as husband and wife. The room was filled with our closest friends and family, everything perfect, down to the white roses and the soft string quartet. Bu

Modern

Ava Thompson, a renowned concert pianist, had a life that felt like a perfectly orchestrated symphony. Her husband, Mark Chandler, an architect from a powerful family, was her biggest fan, her rock, their love a fortress built over shared dreams and quiet evenings. Her quiet, seemingly sweet cousin,

Modern

Ethan Cole, king of art authentication, wielded a legendary "Midas Touch." His sharp eye and impeccable reputation built an empire with his ambitious wife, Izzy Thorne, a titan of the New York art scene. Then, the unthinkable: a "lost masterwork" he vouched for, the Seraphini, was exposed as a mast

Romance

In the glittering, cutthroat world of D.C. politics, I was Ava Reed: the neglected half-sister, the family's quiet secret. When my half-sister Scarlett accidentally killed an investigative journalist, our powerful Senator father, in a panic, decided to frame me for the crime. My childhood crush, N

Mafia

Everyone thought I was the pampered queen of Marcus D’Angelo, New York's most feared Don. But I was just a placeholder for the woman he couldn't have: his cousin, Izzy. The truth shattered everything at a family dinner. A waiter tripped, sending a tureen of scalding soup flying toward the table. W

Mafia

I went to the bank to set up a trust fund for my twins, only to have the manager look at me with pity. "Mrs. Dunlap, the trust requires the *biological* mother's signature." I froze. I *was* their mother. Or so I thought. That day, I learned my husband, the most powerful Mafia Don on the coast, h

Modern

I was the perfect fiancée to Archer Sterling, a tech mogul who demanded I be as polished as his marble countertops. I gave up my art and my identity to fit his world, believing our upcoming wedding was the start of our forever. A mysterious text led me to a hidden folder in a calculator app on Arch

Fantasy

Anya, a devoted Shepherd, awoke on the damp earth of the Solstice Retreat, the familiar scent of pine filling her lungs. It should have been a serene morning, filled with ancient rituals and quiet reverence, just like all the years before. But then the memories crashed in-the screams, the blood, B

Modern

The last thing I remembered was the cold, damp earth on my knees, kneeling before Liam' s grave as my wife, Olivia, stood over me, her beautiful face a mask of pure hatred. "This is where you belong, Ethan. At his feet." I had believed her promise of a child, an heir, would free me from her cruel

Romance

The familiar scent of my Aunt Carol' s pot roast once symbolized family, now it was the smell of my personal hell. My fiancé, Michael, sat beside me, urging me to eat, while my cousin Bethany feigned illness, subtly pressuring me to give up my Star-Tech internship for her. In my first life, I capit

Modern

The stifling heat of my dorm room was the first sign. It clung to me like a wet blanket, a stark contrast to the cool relief of the hallway. Then came the sharp voice, Olivia' s, followed by the others, demanding I turn off the AC I' d just turned on. "Turn that off." "Yeah, turn it off. It' s

Romance

My husband, Harrison Phelps, was the FBI's golden boy, the hero negotiator who never lost his cool. To the world, we were the perfect couple. Then a bank robbery went wrong. The desperate kidnapper grabbed two women as human shields: me, and Harrison's colleague, Brooke. He gave my husband a choice

Romance

In a spacious apartment superbly furnished, and surrounded by every luxury that could please the most fastidious taste, sat Isabel Leicester, attired in deep mourning, with her head resting upon her hand, her face almost as white as the handkerchief she held. Isabel's Father had failed in business,

Billionaires

When a struggling artist Sophia Bennett agrees to a year-long contract with cold, enigmatic billionaire Julian Blackwell, all she has to do is sign the contract; play the part of the perfect wife, and keep her emotions locked away, it's purely business; or so she thinks. But for Julian, it's a strat