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I'm Riley. Orphan. Motorcycle mechanic. And the biggest fool in Texas.

For ten years, I thought oil tycoon Colt loved me. His adopted daughter by day, his woman by night. I actually believed his whispered promises in the dark.

Then I watched him announce his engagement to someone else.

"Your father saved my life. You're my responsibility," he said when I confronted him. Like I was some charity case. Like everything between us meant nothing.

I was never his girlfriend. I was his guilt.

But here's the thing—I never asked to be anyone's debt.

So I'm packing my tools, starting my bike, and getting the hell out of here.

The healer gave me exactly seven days to live. My mate, Lucian, was spending them on a private island with his ex-fiancée.
I asked him over text if he would mourn me when I was gone. He replied with an automated transfer of $888.
Three years. Three years of being his liar, his manipulator, his gold-digger. Three years of cold disgust every time I needed my Alpha.
This time, I just left my terminal prognosis behind. I didn't touch a single cent.
I had spent a brutal year fighting to stay alive. Now, I didn't have to prove I wanted to.

I was promised to Dominic Kane before I was even born.

He's the most wanted heir in Westbridge, and the whole city knows one thing about him: he can't stand an ugly face. Anyone who doesn't meet his standards gets dragged out of his sight before they ever get within arm's reach.

I didn't want this kind of marriage. So I had my father send the Kanes a photo of a plain girl covered in acne. And for years after that, I wore that face everywhere I went.

Then Tyler Rhodes came along.

The night he proposed, he held my hand and said, "I don't care what you look like, Viv. I'd love you with any face."

I believed him. I fought my father so I could marry him.

On our wedding day, with the rings right in front of us, he got one text from his first love, Chloe, the girl with the surgery-perfect face. And he left me standing alone at the altar.

The guests whispered. A few pitied me. Most of them laughed.

I just smiled.

Funny how fast a man shows you who he really is.

Fine. That just leaves me free to become Mrs. Kane.

I was married to Daniel for eight years. I thought we were happy.

Then I found a receipt in his car — a private OB-GYN clinic, Upper East Side. The name on it was Lydia's. My best friend's.

I drove straight to my brother Joel's apartment. Joel, the boy I raised. The only family I had left. I needed someone to tell me I was wrong.

I heard them laughing before I knocked.

I looked through the gap in the door and saw all three of them — Daniel, Lydia, and Joel — standing in the living room with champagne glasses, toasting the baby that wasn't mine.

My husband. My best friend. My little brother.

Every person I had ever trusted. All in the same room. All in on the same secret.

And not one of them had thought to tell me.

"Please—I can't—not like this—"
The Abyss was chaos. A masked stranger pressed against me from behind. The lace corset and thong weren't protection—they were an invitation.
His hand slid under my skirt, palm scorching against bare skin. The music was so loud no one could hear me.
Everything spiraled too fast.
The crowd shoved forward. I stumbled back—
Something thick and burning pushed inside me.
I went rigid.
My first time. In the middle of a crowd. With a man I couldn't see.
The mask covered his face. I didn't know his name. Didn't know what he looked like.
I didn't know if this was the worst mistake I'd ever made.
But I couldn't make myself pull away.

"She’s boring now. Dead eyes. No spark. I’m just pretending my memory is stuck at nineteen so I can punish my wife without her leaving me."
Standing in the shadows, I listened to my mafia husband confess his sick game to the doctor. By day, he played the devoted boy who once took a bullet for me, crying over my scars.
By night, he trapped me in pitch-black elevators, letting his men rip my clothes and take photos—all to make his mistress laugh.
He thought my trauma made me weak. He thought heavy sedatives would make me forget.
He didn't know I spat the pills out the moment he turned his back.
Valentino, you played me again.
But this time, I will never give you another chance. Not in this lifetime. Not ever.

Edward invited me to a murder-mystery game night for our third anniversary. I thought it meant something.

The final scene was a proposal. He knelt, holding out a velvet box with a prop diamond inside.

My hands shook. I whispered yes.

Then Elowen shoved her mask up, lifted her phone, and aimed the camera straight at my face.

"She's actually crying. It's a game. God, she wants a ring that badly?"

Someone clapped Edward's shoulder. "You win. Tonight's on me."

I looked down at the cheap metal in my palm. Edward unclipped his character badge, still smiling.

"They bet you couldn't tell fiction from real life," he said. "I defended you."

I opened my fingers and laughed at myself, quietly.

The ring hit the table with a hollow click.

"They were right. I can't. I'm out of this game."

My ribs are the hottest thing in town—there’s always a line out the door—but they’ve got no idea the secret that makes them so damn good is…

The night I almost drank myself to death at a client dinner, my husband Alexander bought his first love a luxury yacht.

Maya posted it on Instagram that same night: "Best birthday gift EVER! You know who you are 💕🛥️~"

In the photo, she was in a bikini, champagne in hand, glowing with joy.

Then came the credit card alert—our joint account had been maxed out.

Before I could even confront him, Alexander called.

"Are you serious right now? Why'd you lock the card? Maya's been struggling with her depression—she needs to go sailing to clear her head! Why can't you show some compassion?"

I wanted to tell him that last night, I'd nearly killed myself closing a deal for his company.

But he'd already hung up.

Later that evening, Maya posted again—an extravagant jewelry set. The caption: "When someone truly GETS you 💎✨"

In the photo, she wore a diamond ring I never got, not even on my wedding day.

But by then, I was done caring.

Because I'd made my decision—to disappear completely.

When her father was wrongfully jailed, Ella’s fiancé Noah betrayed her for her best friend Cassandra, sending her to the disabled tycoon Sebastian to atone for a fake crime. For five years, she suffered abuse, three miscarriages and public humiliation, until she uncovered their cruel conspiracy: Cassandra stole her kindness, and everyone she trusted framed her family.
Ella faked her death to escape the endless abyss. As all betrayers perished, the guilt-ridden Sebastian traveled far and wide to seek his long-overdue redemption.

When the avalanche hit, Kai Rainer gripped my hand.

But I ripped it away, shoving my stepsister, Liora, into the last seat of the evacuation chopper.

In my past life, taking that seat cost me everything.

Kai had saved me, but he spent our twenty-year marriage punishing me for Liora's death, freezing me out until depression finally killed me.

Given a second chance, I gladly left them to each other.

I expected to die on that mountain.

Instead, Draven Hale—the most feared Don on the East Coast—pulled me from the ice.

I took his hand, stepped into his dark world, and over the next three years, became his Donna.

Tonight, with Draven finishing up syndicate business tonight, his guards escorted me to the airfield ahead of him. I didn't expect my past to be waiting in the VIP lounge.

Spotting me, Kai's shock quickly shifted to an arrogant smirk. "I knew you survived! Liora is my wife now, but considering our history... I'm willing to let you be my mistress."

I used to be a national gold medalist in ballet.
Now I’m the 210-pound laughingstock the whole school gawks at.
I starve myself till I pass out, train so hard my knees bleed, and still the weight keeps piling on like it’s got a personal grudge.
Till the day I hear my best friend cackling in the equipment room, voice shaking with laughter:
“No matter how hard she tries, her weight will always be three-quarters of Bruce’s!”
Bruce is the 280-pound deadbeat loser who sleeps through half his classes. And me? I’m stuck to him, tied by some sick system I can’t break.
She stole my Juilliard audition direct pass. Paid guys to shove me, call me names, film me tripping over my own feet and post the clips all over TikTok.
She watches me flounder like a beached whale in the mud, barely holding back her snickers.
But she forgot one thing: mountains don’t run from streams.
They wait for the water to crash into them. And shatter into a million pieces.
Guess what? The bet’s on.

Seven years of marriage, and I was nothing but a joke.
My husband destroyed the roses I'd spent years nurturing—just to please my sister. My son, desperate for his aunt's approval, pointed at me and called me a "bad mom."
One day, the whole family took a vote to force me into donating bone marrow. Ethan, my husband, didn't hesitate. He raised his hand and said, "Erin, it's just a little bone marrow. Leah will die without you."
That was the moment my heart broke.
The surgery was a success.
When the anesthesia wore off, Ethan was gripping my hand tightly, eyes bloodshot, voice trembling with remorse. "Erin, I was a fool before. If you save Leah, I swear I'll spend the rest of my life loving only you."
He thought I'd grovel, grateful like a dog, desperate for his forgiveness.
But I just frowned in disgust and pulled my hand away as if shaking off trash.
In the dead silence, I looked at the tear-streaked man before me and asked, polite and confused:
"Sir... who are you?"

Her boyfriend of three years lost her in a poker game — then posted her old photo to the dark web so the whole underworld could laugh at the "gift" the Rossi family had sent the Don. Tomorrow night she's expected to show up as the prize. She does. Fifty thousand dollars of her own money says she's on time. And no one in that room recognizes the woman who walks in. Not yet.

"I was born a silver-eyed oracle, yet I was exploited by my father as a blood-money machine for twelve years. On my eighteenth birthday, my family tore out my eyes and sacrificed me to the abyss in exchange for wealth and eternal life. Reborn on the day of my doom, I weave a deadly trap for my greedy father and jealous sister. And the boy next door, who hides divine power, becomes my salvation. Now, they have all met their end, and he will lead me to begin a new life."

This was the ninety-ninth time Shen Yunxiao had disappeared during my heat period.
This time, as always, I found traces of him through my sister Shu Lan's Moments.
[Heat season is here again~ Luckily, someone's been guarding me nonstop for seven days straight.]
The accompanying photo showed Shen Yunxiao kneeling on one knee, his head bowed, kissing the top of her foot in profile.
Unlike the past, I didn't yell or cause a scene. I just liked the post.
I'm a succubus. Since birth, I've been bound to Shen Yunxiao.
So, my succubus heat periods could only be resolved through him.
But he never gave me a second glance, never cared about any of my needs.
Even during my most severe heats, he'd still sit there in his suit, watching me curl up on the floor, trembling.
He knew that a bound succubus could only be loyal to one person.
I used to think he was naturally disdainful of succubi. But when I saw the tenderness in his eyes as he helped my sister Shu Lan through her heat...
That's when I knew. He wasn't disdainful of succubi. He was disdainful of me.
Convinced I couldn't leave him, he brazenly went on every date with Shu Lan.
But he didn't know that surviving one hundred heat periods on my own was the deadline I'd set for myself.
He also didn't know that by binding myself to a top-tier succubus, I could sever my connection to him, a mere human.
So, this was the last chance I was giving Shen Yunxiao.

My roommate provoked a demon, dragging me into a deadly hunt. Eerie mirror visions and ominous warnings kept coming. Just as I was on the verge of breaking, I discovered my roommate was hiding a shocking secret—and my being hunted was never an accident.

On the night Adrian Vale proposed, he said another woman’s name. When the room mistook Selene for the bride, he chose the Vale family’s reputation over the woman who had loved him for three years. Mara ElliOn the night Adrian Vale got down on one knee, he looked at me and said another woman’s name. In front of his family, his guests, and every camera in the room, he chose to protect his reputation instead of me. So I left New York before he could decide what I was worth. By the time he found me in London with a new ring, I had already learned not to wait.son left New York before he understood what he had lost. By the time he found her in London with a new ring, she had already learned how to live without waiting for him.

My husband, Julian, tells me he's flying to Italy for a month, business trip.
I check the calendar and freeze. His birthday falls right in the middle of that month. Alone, in a country where he knows no one outside of work.
I tell Margaux, my mother-in-law. She doesn't hesitate.
"Then we go," she says. "We surprise him."
My brother Dante is the only family I have left. For years I've told the Whitfields he just runs some business in Italy. They don't know the rest, and they never will if I can help it.
The second we land, I call him, give him the hotel name.
"Got it," he says, distracted. "I've got things to handle first. I'll come see you after."
Margaux and I check out the hotel restaurant before Julian even knows we've landed. Dinner, and a look at how the family's investment is running.
Food's good. Service is fine. Then the bill comes.
I glance down at the bill.
Dinner for two: 180,000.
Market-price seafood surcharge: 45,000.
Imported wine corking fee: 20,000.
Private dining ambiance fee: 60,000.
A dozen more line items after that, none of them making any sense.
Numbers that don't make sense. Charges I don't recognize. Margaux and I trade a look.
"Get us the manager," I say. "Now."
A woman walks over, chin already tilted up.
"I am the manager," she says. "If you can't pay, what's the point of complaining?"
I almost laugh. What kind of place is my own family running here?
"I'll take this up with the owner myself," I say.
She smiles, slow and pleased. "My husband happens to own this restaurant."
My stomach drops.
This restaurant belongs to the Whitfields. Belongs to Julian.
Since when did my husband become someone else's?

Preston Ashford and I made a promise to get into UCLA together.

I held onto that promise through all of senior year, surviving on four hours of sleep a night. Then results day came, and I found out someone had logged into my application and changed it.

I only ever gave Preston my password.

I storm over to confront him and catch Vanessa Ashby, the daughter of an old family friend, the one everyone tiptoed around because of her depression, laughing. "Preston, what do you think Elise looked like when she found out?"

Preston lets out a lazy laugh. "She'll freak out, obviously. Girl's wound so tight, might as well get some use out of her."

Vanessa has depression, and I'm the one who's supposed to make her laugh.

I'm the one who ate dirt at track meets. I'm the one who got laughed at for singing off-key. I'm the one everyone pointed and laughed at. And every time she doubled over laughing, Preston told me I was a good girl.

I turned myself into a joke, just to get a little scrap of kindness thrown my way.

But not this time. I'm done playing the clown.

My husband, Alessandro Vidi, is the most powerful mob boss in Chicago.

He once swore to me that he would protect our son Leo and me with his life.

Until that soccer game. His enemies attacked the field. To shield Leo, I took a bullet through my abdomen. But Leo still got hit three times and fell in a pool of blood.

Alessandro arrived, took down the attackers on the spot, and rushed us to his private hospital.

In the hospital room, the searing pain jolted me awake briefly. I wanted to call out to him, but instead I heard his conversation with his men.

"Boss, I thought we were only taking one kidney. Why did Leo have to—"

"Elena's wound isn't fatal. Just the abdomen." Alessandro's voice was ice-cold. "I've been raising Leo for seven years just for this. Now that Luca has his kidney, keeping him around would only be a problem for Luca."

"After all... Luca is my real son."

That moment, I understood—the shooting at the soccer field was never an enemy's revenge. It was murder he orchestrated himself. He traded my son's life for his mistress's child's life.

But he will never know—

Luca isn't even his flesh and blood.

My father is a Mafia don. He splits everything down the middle between my brother and sister. All I get are their chores, their deadly errands, and the blame whenever they fight. He calls it fairness.

When he froze my accounts, I pawned the last thing I owned to get out. On my twentieth birthday, he taught me one final lesson about fairness, and the last of my hope in him died. I’m the daughter he left out, the one he never counted.

Three years later, he came crawling to my door.

I didn’t let him back in.

Enzo Falcone wasn't just the ruthless heir to the city's most dangerous mafia family. To me, he was the man I had secretly loved for eight years.

On my twentieth birthday, he finally took me to his bed. I thought I'd finally won his heart.

But thirty minutes later, standing outside his private VIP lounge, I heard his underboss laughing.

"Boss, you seriously took Serena's virginity just to win a bet?"

Enzo exhaled a thick cloud of cigar smoke. "A bet's a bet. Besides, she's been obsessed with me forever. Easiest lay of my life. Though I gotta admit... breaking in a virgin has its perks."

The room erupted in sleazy cheers.

I didn't burst in. I didn't cry. I just turned around and walked out of the club.

He thought he owned me. But in five days, Enzo would wake up to find his stupid little pawn gone.

And he would never find me again.

For three years, everyone had a key to Ethan Hale’s penthouse but me.
His friends. His mother. Vanessa, the childhood friend who just moved in.
I waited in the lobby and told myself it was enough.
Until he used my locket to keep me from breaking up with him. So I did the one thing Ethan never saw coming.
I walked away.
Now the CEO who thought money could fix anything wants me back. He’s changed the locks and put the key right in front of me.
But I will never wait at his door again.

I died in New York on a cold November night, a piece of guardrail through my chest.

Choking on blood, I dialed my ex-fiancé Damien's number.

In the background, jazz played at the Waldorf Astoria. People cheered for Aria—the girl my parents raised in my place.

"Thea, are you SERIOUS right now?" Damien's voice dripped with disgust. "Faking your own death to ruin Aria's engagement? Jesus, Thea. Even for you, that's low."

My mother Diana grabbed the phone. Her voice was ice. "If you don't show up tonight, don't ever come back to the Sinclair house. Better yet—don't bother."

Then she hung up.

They didn't know this time I was really dying.

When her husband killed their son to honor his supposedly deceased ex-wife, she never imagined that two years later, the ex-wife would return—bringing her son back… but not intact. Betrayal, secrets, and stolen love collide in this gripping, heart-wrenching story of revenge and second chances.

Aurora has been abused and treated like a slave by her pack after the death of her parents. On her 16th birthday, she was rejected by her mate, Asher, the future alpha. Heartbroken, she escapes and is found by the powerful Blackstone Pack. She meets her second chance mate, Alpha Xander, who recognizes her potential and helps her transform into a warrior, the best in the pack. When her old pack begs for help against a rogue threat, Aurora must confront her past.

"He broke their bond. She’ll break his world."

Aurora Blackthorne has spent five years building her mate Marcus into the perfect future Alpha — only to find him betraying her with her own stepsister. When Marcus severs their sacred bond and strips her of her Luna title, he thinks he’s cast her aside for good.

But Marcus has underestimated the woman he scorned.

Behind her serene smile, Aurora is planning her vengeance. With proof of Marcus’s darkest secret — a plot to murder his own father — she strikes the deadliest blow: aligning herself with Alpha Jaxson Stone, Marcus’s father. Their bond is instant, powerful, and dangerous… and when Aurora rises as the true Luna, she shatters Marcus’s ambitions in front of the entire pack.

Yet vengeance is only the beginning. Enemies circle. Old secrets resurface. Aurora’s forbidden hybrid heritage awakens with powers that could either save the Crimson Moon Pack or destroy it. To protect her people — and the man who now sees her true worth — Aurora must face traitors, rival Alphas, and the ghosts of her past.

Once discarded, now unstoppable, Aurora won’t just claim her place as Luna. She’ll forge a legacy no one can erase.

Perfect for fans of romantic fantasy, werewolf politics, and revenge-to-power heroines, Luna’s Vengeance is a tale of betrayal, passion, and the rise of a woman who refuses to be broken.

Selene hides a dangerous secret, marked by a mysterious scar on her collarbone. Kael, a guardian sent to watch her and possibly destroy her, becomes torn between duty and desire as he discovers the truth behind the woman he meant to destroy.
As they confront their feelings for each other, a greater darkness emerges from the depths of the forest, and the burning of Selene's scar heralds the arrival of an ancient evil that could destroy everything they hold dear...

She had just experienced the most humiliating rejection, unable to take the taunting anymore, she lashes out and runs into the woods to escape judgment.
What she wasn't expecting was to run into the arms of drunk rogue wolves who wanted nothing but trouble.
Fighting to survive and nearly losing the battle, she is saved by a handsome stranger who turns out to be her second mate, and as the moon rose in all of its glory, they had a fiery night of passion and by morning he was gone.
What happens when Melissa is accused of being a slut and then finds out that she was pregnant and what happens when her stranger comes to save her but this time brings knowledge of who he was.
An enemy.
Her mate.
How does she escape the same fate her parents had?
She had a responsibility now and that was to take care of her new family and nothing was going to get in her way.

This was Killian’s tenth time bringing a stray werewolf into our bedroom.
I didn’t growl like before, nor did I threaten her.
I picked up the old cloak from the floor and handed it to the girl trembling in the corner.
“Leave through the back door. The patrol just passed.”
The girl glanced at me fearfully, grabbed the cloak, and ran out.
Killian leaned against the headboard.
Bare-chested, a cigar in hand, his expression was full of arrogance.
“She’s just a newly matured stray werewolf. Don’t scare her.”
“Elira, you come from noble blood. You wouldn’t make a fuss about this.”
“Tonight is her first transformation. I need to be with her. I won’t be back.”
I lowered my head, hiding my golden eyes.
What Killian didn’t know was—
that stray girl was carrying the highly contagious and fatal Rotting Sickness.

Alana, a werewolf fleeing her haunted past, sought solace within the "Ionia" pack, only to be met with cold rejection. After two years of aimless wandering, she finally stumbled upon her destined mate. However, what she believed would bring her peace transformed into her darkest nightmare. Despite her escape, she soon discovered she carried the offspring of her mate, Damien, a dominant alpha.

Despite his initial refusal, they join forces to track down their abducted triplets. Complicating matters, Damien was betrothed to another, leading to a tumultuous dance of love and hate between him and Alana. Their fragile bond faces a new threat when a mysterious werewolf claims to be Alana's second chance at love. Meanwhile, Damien's arranged mate looms as a menacing presence. Can the couple protect their triplets and rebuild their complicated past? The looming decision between past affections and fresh opportunities hangs heavy in the air.

Juno’s world shattered when her betrothed, Prince Kyrous, committed the ultimate betrayal—murdering her parents and usurping the throne of Astoria. Captured and imprisoned in the dark land of Drakonia, she is thrust into a life of servitude, stripped of her identity and dignity. Yet fate has a way of rewriting destinies. In the depths of her despair, Juno uncovers an extraordinary secret about her lineage that transforms her from a mere slave into the greatest healer to emerge in centuries—and the last surviving Female Alpha. As she harnesses her newfound powers, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery and empowerment, determined to reclaim her birthright and avenge her family and her people. Amidst the turmoil, she discovers unexpected love and a second-chance mate who ignites a fire within her, urging her to embrace her true potential. As Juno evolves from a vulnerable captive into a formidable force, her quest for revenge becomes more than just a desire for retribution; it is about forging her path and proving that resilience can rise from the ashes of betrayal.

After a failed Assasination attempt, Luna, a powerful werewolf was saved from the brink of death by Gabriel, a werewolf hunter, who was unbeknownst to her true identity.
Gabriel loathes all werewolves, killing them on sight. His father had met his death in the hand of a werewolf and he had engraved the hatred in his heart.
Luna woke up without any memory of her past nor her powers, was grateful to her savior. Both oblivious to their dark cruel fate that bind them fell for each other.
Luna's pack convinced she had betrayed her kind for an human, sought for her head. With the General bounty's on her head attracting enemies from far and wide, Gabriel finally discovered whom she was.
Gabriel must choose between risking his to protect the one he loves or succumb to cruel fate by killing his fated enemy.

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“A powerful opener to a series [that] will produce a combination of feisty protagonists and challenging circumstances to thoroughly involve not just young adults, but adult fantasy fans who seek epic stories fueled by powerful friendships and adversaries.”--Midwest Book Review (Diane Donovan) (re A Throne for Sisters)“Morgan Rice's imagination is limitless!”--Books and Movie Reviews (re A Throne for Sisters)From #1 Bestselling fantasy author Morgan Rice comes a new series for middle grade readers—and adults, too! Fans of Harry Potter and Percy Jackson—look no further!THE MAGIC FACTORY: OLIVER BLUE AND THE SCHOOL FOR SEERS (BOOK ONE) tells the story of 11 year old Oliver Blue, a boy unloved by his hateful family. Oliver knows he is different, and senses that he holds powers that others do not. Obsessed with inventions, Oliver is determined to escape his horrible life and make his mark on the world.When Oliver is moved to yet another awful house he is put into in a new sixth grade, one even more terrifying than the last. He is bullied and excluded, and sees no way out. But when he stumbles across an abandoned invention factory, he wonders if his dreams might be about to come true.Who is the mysterious old inventor hiding in the factory? What is his secret invention?And will Oliver end up transported back in time, to 1944, to a magical school for kids with powers to rival his own?An uplifting fantasy, THE MAGIC FACTORY is book #1 in a riveting new series filled with magic, love, humor, heartbreak, tragedy, destiny, and a series of shocking twists. It will make you fall in love with Oliver Blue, and keep you turning pages late into the night.Book #2 in the series (THE ORB OF KANDRA) and Book #3 (THE OBSIDIANS) are now also available! “The beginnings of something remarkable are there.” --San Francisco Book Review (re A Quest of Heroes)

The day manager Gregg shoved me into the freight elevator shaft, the nuclear winter outside had only just begun. As he slammed the gate shut, he said, "No one will find you dead down there; the insurance payout is enough to cover the shortfall." I died in the darkness at thirty degrees below zero. Then, I woke up. I was back on the afternoon he threw the contract in my face. This time, I didn't sign. I shoved the contract into the paper shredder, snatched the brass key ring from Supervisor Miller, locked every exit of the warehouse, and re-routed the entire building's heating system into my own command bunker. As Gregg licked ice off the frozen floor on the security monitor, I was sitting in the guard room, heating up a can of pork. Outside, the first snowflake fell. And this time, the ones who would be freezing to death were them.

Brent Hale gave me one night to save the company’s worst-performing livestream—or lose my job with everyone else in Studio Three.
I wanted the severance package.
So I ignored the script, exposed every product flaw, and told viewers exactly what not to buy.
By the time my boss tried to cut the feed, the chat was threatening to riot—and half our inventory was already gone.

My fiancée and best friend, whom I risked my life to protect, sold me to the brutal "Blood Blade Gang . "
They laughed as they watched me being kicked into a pool of radioactive waste like a dog, waiting for me to turn into a pile of bones.
But they didn't know that the deadly radiation not only failed to melt me, but also forcibly ruptured my genetic lock, awakening the [Nuclear Fury].
I rode back to the old camp in her heavily armored vehicle.
Those two scoundrels were still arrogantly bullying me: "I have the Blood Blade Gang backing me! The big shots are coming soon, you're dead!"
I sneered and slapped them away.
Idiots, look back! Your so-called powerful backer is kneeling in the vehicle, lighting my cigarette.

To raise money for my younger brother’s surgery, I forged my degrees, polished my résumé, and forced my way into high society. In everyone’s mouth, I’m that woman—
the scheming bitch, the liar, the “evil bride” clinging to an old rich man.
They all think I’m obsessed with Mr. Grant, the financial shark’s mountain of assets.
Only I know the truth—what I’m really clinging to is my brother’s life.
No one expected that the first man I fell for at first sight…would be his heir, Adrian.
And yet in a blink of eyes, I became his “stepmom in name only.”
On our wedding day, everyone laughed at how shameless I was:
“She marries the dad and still dares to seduce the son?”
“Vicious little con artist—who knows what cheap tricks she pulled to marry in?”
Adrian was no exception.
He called me a liar, a manipulator, dumped all his hatred on me—said I’d do anything for money, that I was a tumor climbing up off their wounds.

"Turn on the livestream, let everyone see how wet and slutty my wife's pussy gets when she's ruined." My husband sneered, ruthlessly spreading my trembling legs on the tattoo bed.

I sobbed and thrashed, but his strong hands pinned my wrists. The buzzing needle pierced the sensitive flesh of my private area, vibrating against my clitoris as he forced a succubus mark onto me. I let out a sharp, pathetic moan, my body involuntarily slicking with a mix of blood and arousal under the agonizing pain.

By the time the needle carved the eighteenth humiliating word into my bare, heaving breasts, my mind was completely broken. He just wiped the blood from my nipples and left to fuck his pregnant mistress.

He thought I was just a toy. At his wedding banquet, he threw me to a pack of hungry men. "Do whatever you want with her holes. Even if it's a gangbang, I take no responsibility." Disgusting hands immediately groped my bare thighs, brutally ripping my dress apart to expose my tattooed chest. Rough fingers pinched my nipples and shoved into my dripping core, making me scream in despair.

But I didn't die there. I tanked his company and fell into the arms of his biggest rival.

When my ex-husband finally realized the mistress's baby wasn't his, he called me, sobbing and begging. I just pressed the phone to my ear, gasping loudly as Tristan's thick, hard cock thrust deep into my tight, wet pussy.

"Ah... fuck, Tristan, deeper..." I moaned shamelessly into the receiver, hearing my ex-husband's breathless silence on the other end. "Henry," I panted, riding my new lover hard, "Your empire is dead, and so are we."

Everyone knows that Qin Sicheng is desperately in love with me. To cure my depression, he gave up the opportunity to study abroad and stayed by my side.
But on the day of my birthday banquet, he disappeared.
When I found him in a corner of the back garden, he was pitifully clutching the hem of my best friend Qiao Anran's dress.
That man—usually so devoted and obedient to me—now had red-rimmed eyes and a trembling voice.
"Anran, how much longer do I have to keep acting? Lin Jiaqi is already better. Please, just look back at me, won't you?"
Qiao Anran closed her eyes, her face twisted in pain, then coldly pushed him away.
"Qin Sicheng, I'll say it again: as long as Lin Jiaqi is alive, you can only be her husband. This is what you owe me, and what I owe the Lin family."
I covered my mouth, staring at the diamond ring he had just given me, my heart shattering completely.
So the husband who had always loved me so deeply—it was all an act.

After three years together, Adrian had never truly remembered my name.
But I never expected him to open a ring box at his family’s dinner, propose to me in front of everyone—and call another woman’s name.
Everyone assumed Serena was his fiancée, while I was nothing more than a secret he kept in the shadows.
He asked me to play along and promised he would explain everything later. He gave her my promotion, my ring, and my dignity, then told me he would make it up to me next month.
Until I decided to leave New York and fly to London alone.
This time, I would no longer wait for him to remember who I was.

I was only a week away from giving birth when my Alpha mate dragged me from our home—no, ripped me from safety—and forced me to care for her.
His precious Luna-to-be. The one who had just lost her baby.
“She’s in pain because of you,” he growled, his Alpha aura crashing down on me like a tidal wave. “You’ll atone for what you’ve done.”
Lucia, with her tear-soaked eyes and sugar-sweet lies, claimed I had poisoned her with silver. He didn’t even ask for the truth.
Instead, he had me stripped bare and thrown into the sacrificial chamber, where flames licked at my skin and the heat soared past 80 degrees Celsius.
“Purify your sins,” he whispered coldly, like a death sentence wrapped in frost.
And then—In that hellish blaze, I went into labor. Alone. I screamed. I begged. I clawed at the burning stone door until my nails bled, and my voice broke.
But no one came.

Three years ago, I was the sole surviving legendary mage of Ash Valley. To fulfill my comrade's dying wish, I married into the Robert family, becoming a despised and bullied son-in-law . For three years, I endured torment and humiliation; my entire family treated me like trash . My wife handed me divorce papers , then accepted the marriage proposal of a nobleman. On my wedding day, I walked into the hall in old clothes, and everyone laughed, thinking I was crazy. Until I shattered all magic with a wave of my hand, my legendary presence overwhelming everyone present, the woman who had once despised me finally cried and asked me: Why did you lie to me?

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

They thought I was just a helpless blind wife. They couldn't have been more wrong.

After miraculously regaining my sight, the first thing I witnessed was my devoted husband entangled with his mistress. His “unwavering love” was nothing but lies—a scheme to steal my fortune.

Now it's my turn to take control. I'll gather every shred of evidence and leave him with nothing.

But when the city's most powerful and ruthless billionaire enters the picture, my revenge plan grows complicated. He knows my secret and offers a devilish deal: “Become my personal assistant to pay off your debts. And divorce your husband.”

That cheating husband thought my blindness made me weak. He's about to learn nothing is more dangerous than a wife who finally sees clearly—and holds a fortune in her hands.

In the game, I was the girl everyone wanted dead.

I woke inside Cities of Ash as Mara Arkwright—the sickly sister players blamed for ruining their favorite character’s life. My body couldn’t survive the radiation outside. Keeping me alive was bleeding my brother’s shelter dry. And I remembered exactly how my story ended: abandoned in the wasteland, eaten by a monster.

I had no intention of following the script.

Then I discovered I could do something no one else could. The creatures that hunted humanity could become mine—and their abilities could become my way out.

Surviving meant more than collecting power. It meant hiding what I was, deciding whom to trust, and getting close to the people who controlled the last refuge on Earth. Every answer made me harder to kill. Every answer also gave someone a better reason to try.

Somewhere beyond this world, players were still watching my story unfold.

They expected a familiar ending.

I was going to disappoint them.

''I don’t want you now, and I will not want you in the future. And I will never ever love you.''
He was rude to me...
My wolf whimpered in my head, I was speechless, powerless to speak around the massive lump in my throat. Tears came to my eyes and streamed silently down my cheeks.
Nothing had changed.
He didn’t want me.
He still loved my sister... my dead sister

Kinga Karpovich is the daughter of the Karpovich family. Before the engagement, her husband and her best friend joined forces to push her off the roof, causing her to die tragically. Not only that, they also robbed all of her family's assets.
She thought her life would end like that, but God had mercy and let her be reborn.
Having been reborn, she was determined not to let herself fall into the tragedy of her previous life. To live more confidently, more beautifully, and most importantly, not to let anyone hurt her.
Parker Collins is the only son of the Collins family. He is cold, upright, and decisive, but has a heart warmer than the spring sunshine. He gave her warmth, care, and love, but she chose that bastard.
Reincarnated in this life, Kinga will spend her whole life to make up for him, will love him, will marry him, will not let her parents be sad, and will take revenge on those who harmed her in her previous life.
Facing challenges, where will their love go?