Introduction
Chapter 1
Whistling
Ring...
"Are you on your way home, sweetheart?" On the other end of the line, I enthusiastically inquired.
"Not yet, sweetheart, I'm in the middle of our mission, but as soon as this mission is completed, I'll go home immediately," she replied in the second line, which made my heart race. I have a feeling that something bad will happen.
In my rage, I slammed my fist on the table.
"Damn! You're in the middle of your mission and have the audacity to call? Mirana I can't stand it any longer that every time you're on your mission, I can't help but worry. I believe it is better for us and for you if you leave your agency. I'm worried about you, especially now that you're in the middle of your mission," I exclaimed, and she appeared taken aback by the other line.
"Relax, sweetheart. I missed you, which is why I called, but why do you want me to quit this job when you're not even quitting yours?"
"Mirana, I'd like for us to live a normal life. After we get married, we'll just start our own business "I stated calmly.
"Oh, that's wonderful, sweetheart, we'll have our w-wait, did I hear correctly? What happens after we get married? "She enquired fervently.
"Is it, indeed, too early? Do you not want to marry me?" I inquired, a little nervously.
She didn't respond.
"Are you still there, Mirana?"
"Y-yes, sweetheart, I'm here to—of course, I want to marry you," she said nervously. What gives me the impression that something bad is about to happen?
I simply sighed in relief.
"Mirana, I absolutely love you. I sincerely love you "I said it wholeheartedly.
"Ada-"
A loud bang cut her off, followed by several gunshots.
Hearing those on the second line made me anxious. My world has abruptly come to a halt, and I am unable to form a single word.
"Mirana! Mirana! What exactly is going on there? Is everything all right out there? Mirana, please respond!"
The line was then disrupted.
"Mirana! Mirana! Mirana!"
ADAM
TRINITY RESTAURANTE 9: AM
Years later, Adam was still unable to carry on with his life because he was still grieving the loss of the woman he had loved his entire life.
"It's nine o'clock in the morning, Adam! What we discussed was right on time, and what do you think you're wearing today? I'm not sure if you're still alive or dead, but the security guard will almost never let you in because of what you're wearing. You didn't even prepare to come here, you didn't shave your mustache, and did you ever come with your scissors?" he exclaimed, staring at me as if I were a hermit.
"It's too early for wise words, Scott; why did you call me?" I skipped right to the question because I didn't want to deal with him any longer; he's starting to annoy me.
"Your head is getting too hot," he remarked sarcastically.
"You know these hours are tough traffic, Scott," I said, putting my hands on my head.
"We have a mission, Adam, and we need your help. And you are the only person I thought could do this job," he said, as a seemingly folding folder appeared behind him.
"I'm leaving," I declared emphatically.
"You can't-," I cut off his next words, knowing exactly where this is going.
"Are you serious?"
"Why?" he pondered after hearing what I had said.
"I don't have an appetite for these," I replied, but he didn't seem to agree.
"Is it because of her?" he inquired, his gaze drawn to the ring on my finger.
"Don't bring her here," I retorted, but he just stared at me as if I were insane.
"Adam, you haven't married yet! So, what's the deal with that ring?" On his face, he cried out in rage and pity. I know I shouldn't be wearing it, but it's the only thing keeping my faith in her.
"Look! Look at yourself in the mirror, Adam, you've changed. "Do you think she'll be happy in your current situation?"
"We were married in my heart, and I knew Mirana was still alive in my heart. I know that, call me crazy or whatever, but I can't help but think of her every day, you have no idea what I am going through, let me be, just please let me be," I said, my voice full of hope.
"It's been two years, Adam, two years." "We both saw the ashes, so let's move on," he said as if he were speaking to a child.
"That isn't easy. I have to leave," I said, making a fist with my hands, causing my knuckles to turn white.
I walked out of the restaurant without waiting for his response.
"I knew she'd come back for me," I grumbled as I opened the door to my car.
***
MARINA
CANADA 8:45 PM
"Marina, please, I beg you!" My twin sister was sobbing.
"I can't," I said, despite the fact that it hurts me to see her in this situation.
"Marina," she sobbed as she called out.
"Why me, Mirana?" Why don't you just show up to him? You're complicating your situation, and who is this person?" As I assisted her in sitting, I inquired.
"The person who gave me the ring," she said, wiping her tears away with the back of her hand.
"Adam," I'm not sure, but what she said makes my heart ache. Adam proposed marriage to her. I've adored him since I was a child.
"Yes"
"So, what's the deal with you hiding?" Why are you spreading false information about your death? Mirana, you said you love him as well! How come you're sending me to him?" I asked her a question because I couldn't understand her.
She didn't say anything, but instead sobbed and clutched my hands. I feel bad for my twin sister.
"Mirana, tell me so I can understand and possibly help you," I said as I wiped her tears away.
As she leaned over my shoulder, she hugged me tightly.
"Does it have anything to do with Marco?"
"Marco called. He said he wanted us to restart," she said quietly.
"My God, Mirana, I thought you'd learned your lesson after Marco betrayed you so many times, and yet you're still forgiving him even though it means hurting someone else who loves you. Mir, Adam loves you," it's difficult for me to say those words to her, but it's the right thing to do.
"I can't, Marina; I love Marco, so I need your assistance. Go to my house and act like I'm there. Please introduce yourself as I am," she said, her eyes welling up with tears.
"How come Mirana?" "Why should I?"
"Separate?" I expressed my disbelief that my brain couldn't process her words and that I couldn't believe her.
"Yes, Marina," she said as she looked me in the eyes, tell him I don't love him and I don't need him anymore."
"Don't be such a jerk to him. And, besides, he loves you, and it is not fair to him if you split up for no reason. He assumed you were dead, that you were gone for good. Then I'll appear? What if everything goes wrong or becomes even more complicated?"
"Marco is a wealthy man, and there is no reason for him to be aware that I am still alive. Marina, two years have passed and I believe he has moved on," she said, as if she didn't care.
"What if he's still there?" Hoping you'll come back for him someday."
"Would you please do it for me, Marina?" "It's only for a short time that you won't have to put up with him," she begged, and I couldn't help but ask her.
"Does he know who I am?" I asked, despite the fact that I can't bear hearing her response.
"Not yet," she says.
"When am I going to leave?" I inquired as I examined my own reflection in the mirror.
If becoming a shadow of her means getting close to him, I'll take the risk.
"The next day, Marina, I will handle everything," she said, and a new aura replaced her frail appearance.
"All right," I finally gave up. It's only temporary and won't last long. And I'm expecting her to say whatever she says.
Adam had been my first love since I was thirteen years old. Mirana and him were best friends at the time, and I couldn't show myself to him because Mirana didn't want me to befriend him. She claims she only wanted to protect me, but I know she doesn't want me; she doesn't want to have a twin sister. I'm not surprised that Adam is unaware that Mirana has a twin sister, who happens to be me.
I'll never forget the first time we held each other's hands. Mirana and she were playing in the backyard when Mirana left to make some snacks and juice for the two of them.
I'd just stepped out of our room. As I approached the door, I was tiptoeing in the middle of the stairs. Someone is holding my hand; my body stiffened as soon as I heard the voice of the person who is now holding my hand.
"Mirana, come on over, I have something to show you," he said eagerly.
I quickly removed my hand from his grasp. I dashed to my room, ignoring his calls to my sister's name.
Mirana waited for Adam to leave before storming into our room, enraged. She screamed and yelled what would happen if Adam discovered they were twins and caught me. She was in a bad mood at the time.
And now she needs my support. I'm going to see Adam again. I want this one, but only to be a shadow of my twin sister.
Last Chapters
#62 Chapter 62
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#61 Chapter 61
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#60 Chapter 60
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#59 Chapter 59
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#58 Chapter 58
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#57 Chapter 57
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#56 Chapter 56
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#55 Chapter 55
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#54 Chapter 54
Last Updated: 3/3/2025#53 Chapter 53
Last Updated: 3/3/2025
You Might Like 😍
Shattered Girl
“I’m sorry, sweetheart. Was that too much?” I could see the worry in his eyes as I took a deep breath.
“I just didn’t want you to see all my scars,” I whispered, feeling ashamed of my marked body.
Emmy Nichols is used to surviving. She survived her abusive father for years until he beat her so severely, she ended up in the hospital, and her father was finally arrested. Now, Emmy is thrown into a life she never expected. Now she has a mother
who doesn't want her, a politically motivated stepfather with ties to the Irish mob, four older stepbrothers, and their best friend who swear to love and protect her. Then, one night, everything shatters, and Emmy feels her only option is to run.
When her stepbrothers and their best friend finally find her, will they pick up the pieces and convince Emmy that they will keep her safe and their love will hold them together?
After the Affair: Falling into a Billionaire's Arms
From first crush to wedding vows, George Capulet and I had been inseparable. But in our seventh year of marriage, he began an affair with his secretary.
On my birthday, he took her on vacation. On our anniversary, he brought her to our home and made love to her in our bed...
Heartbroken, I tricked him into signing divorce papers.
George remained unconcerned, convinced I would never leave him.
His deceptions continued until the day the divorce was finalized. I threw the papers in his face: "George Capulet, from this moment on, get out of my life!"
Only then did panic flood his eyes as he begged me to stay.
When his calls bombarded my phone later that night, it wasn't me who answered, but my new boyfriend Julian.
"Don't you know," Julian chuckled into the receiver, "that a proper ex-boyfriend should be as quiet as the dead?"
George seethed through gritted teeth: "Put her on the phone!"
"I'm afraid that's impossible."
Julian dropped a gentle kiss on my sleeping form nestled against him. "She's exhausted. She just fell asleep."
Oops, Wrong Girl to Bully
My back hit the desk. Pain exploded through my skull.
"Girls like you don't get to dream about guys like Kai." Bella's breath was hot on my face. "You don't get to write pathetic love letters."
She shoved me again. Harder.
"Maybe if you weren't such a desperate little—"
I fell. My head cracked against the corner.
Warmth trickled down my neck. Blood.
Their laughter turned to gasps.
The door slammed.
I tried to stand. Couldn't. The room was spinning, fading to black.
Someone... please...
Angelina, the most powerful Alpha who conquered forty-nine packs, dies in a yacht explosion—only to wake up as Aria Sterling, a fifteen-year-old Omega's daughter who just died from bullying.
The original Aria's life was a nightmare. Humiliated when golden boy Kai Matthews posted her love letter online, then shoved to death by his girlfriend Bella Morrison. But that's not all her family faces:
"You got until Monday," the tattooed gangster sneered at Aria's mother. "Ten grand cash. Or I'm taking collateral—your kids' organs fetch top dollar. That pretty daughter of yours? She could make us money another way too."
Now Angelina's lethal combat skills awaken in this fragile body. No more hiding. No more fear.
Armed with an Alpha's ruthlessness and a mysterious blood-red pendant, she'll dismantle everyone who hurt this family—one calculated move at a time.
Goddess Of The Underworld
When the veil between the Divine, the Living, and the Dead begins to crack, Envy is thrust beneath with a job she can’t drop: keep the worlds from bleeding together, shepherd the lost, and make ordinary into armour, breakfasts, bedtime, battle plans. Peace lasts exactly one lullaby. This is the story of an orphan pup who became a goddess by choosing her family; of four imperfect alphas learning how to be better. Steamy, fierce, and full of heart, Goddess of the Underworld is a reverse harem, found-family paranormal romance where love writes the rules and keeps three realms from falling apart.
The Prison Project
Can love tame the untouchable? Or will it only fuel the fire and cause chaos amongst the inmates?
Fresh out of high school and suffocating in her dead-end hometown, Margot longs for her escape. Her reckless best friend, Cara, thinks she's found the perfect way out for them both - The Prisoner Project - a controversial program offering a life-changing sum of money in exchange for time spent with maximum-security inmates.
Without hesitation, Cara rushes to sign them up.
Their reward? A one-way ticket into the depths of a prison ruled by gang leaders, mob bosses, and men the guards wouldn't even dare to cross...
At the centre of it all, meets Coban Santorelli - a man colder than ice, darker than midnight, and as deadly as the fire that fuels his inner rage. He knows that the project may very well be his only ticket to freedom - his only ticket to revenge on the one who managed to lock him up and so he must prove that he can learn to love…
Will Margot be the lucky one chosen to help reform him?
Will Coban be capable of bringing something to the table other than just sex?
What starts off as denial may very well grow in to obsession which could then fester in to becoming true love…
A temperamental romance novel.
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates
"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."
I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.
Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.
"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."
New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.
Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates
When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.
But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
From Substitute To Queen
Heartbroken, Sable discovered Darrell having sex with his ex in their bed, while secretly transferring hundreds of thousands to support that woman.
Even worse was overhearing Darrell laugh to his friends: "She's useful—obedient, doesn't cause trouble, handles housework, and I can fuck her whenever I need relief. She's basically a live-in maid with benefits." He made crude thrusting gestures, sending his friends into laughter.
In despair, Sable left, reclaimed her true identity, and married her childhood neighbor—Lycan King Caelan, nine years her senior and her fated mate. Now Darrell desperately tries to win her back. How will her revenge unfold?
From substitute to queen—her revenge has just begun!
A Lesson in Magic
Rise of the Banished She-Wolf
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.
I Slapped My Fiancé—Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he’s not letting me go.
The Forbidden Throb
Mine changed in the time it took to open a door.
Behind it: my fiancé Nicholas with another woman.
Three months until our wedding. Three seconds to watch it all burn.
I should have run. Should have screamed. Should have done anything except stand there like a fool.
Instead, I heard the devil himself whisper in my ear:
"If you're willing, I could marry you."
Daniel. The brother I was warned about. The one who made Nicholas look like a choir boy.
He leaned against the wall, watching my world implode.
My pulse thundered. "What?"
"You heard me." His eyes burned into mine. "Marry me, Emma."
But as I stared into those magnetic eyes, I realized something terrifying:
I wanted to say yes to him.
Game on.
The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate
"You're like a sister to me."
Those were the actual words that broke the camel's back.
Not after what just happened. Not after the hot, breathless, soul-shaking night we spent tangled in each other's arms.
I knew from the beginning that Tristan Hayes was a line I shouldn't cross.
He wasn't just anyone, he was my brother's best friend. The man I spent years secretly wanting.
But that night... we were broken. We had just buried our parents. And the grief was too heavy, too real...so I begged him to touch me.
To make me forget. To fill the silence that death left behind.
And he did. He held me like I was something fragile.
Kissed me like I was the only thing he needed to breathe.
Then left me bleeding with six words that burned deeper than rejection ever could.
So, I ran. Away from everything that cost me pain.
Now, five years later, I'm back.
Fresh from rejecting the mate who abused me. Still carrying the scars of a pup I never got to hold.
And the man waiting for me at the airport isn't my brother.
It's Tristan.
And he's not the guy I left behind.
He's a biker.
An Alpha.
And when he looked at me, I knew there was no where else to run to.













