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In a kingdom where dark traditions dictate the fate of young girls, Amelia finds herself among the twelve girls selected to compete for the heart of the Alpha King, a man who seeks a new wife every year. But amidst the competition and the luxury of the ball, Amelia learns more about the king, an alpha wolf who holds the power of the crown and the throne.
A marriage unites humans with wolves every year, and this happened between Amelia and King Aaron. As the romance between Amelia and Aaron blossoms, they discover that there is more at stake than just their own destinies. Amelia realizes that she is the only one who possesses the power to save the world from the darkness threatening to consume it.
Between elegant dances and vows of love, Amelia and Aaron embark on a journey of courage and sacrifice.
"You have one year to love me, Amelia."
"Or what?"
"Or we all die..."

“Hide! Hide!” I yelled, striking Greg violently in the butt. I sensed his astonishment but I didn’t give a damn. If he loved me, he'd understand I was in a precarious situation. “What the hell's happening?!” Greg screamed but I still pushed him into my wardrobe anyway as Fred's voice echoed through the house. I can't imagine the torment I'd face if I was caught in a relationship with a man. 7 years ago, I worked for the Richardson family with my mother and when I lost her to cancer, I decided to drop out of school. However, luck was on my side or so I thought. The Richardson adopted me as their own but when I thought my life was starting to get better, Fred the true son of the family came into my life. It went downhill from there. I became a sex toy for him and it even got worse when my adoptive father joined his son to make my life a misery. I became traumatic. Not even the sweetest prince charming could woo me into liking him. To hell with every man! I hated them all until Greg came along. He loved me more than I loved myself but what could I do? Both father and son of the Richardson family had issued me a stern warning to shut every man out – I was an exclusive property. Would I ever get a shot at true love when my life’s a living hell?

To get revenge on my cheating ex, I splurged a fortune on the most expensive 'escort,' only to discover he was the one person who could save my father's life—a top-tier surgeon.

He cornered me, a dangerous smile playing on his lips. "The 'service fee' you left that night," he whispered, "it seems it wasn't quite enough." To save my family from bankruptcy and my gravely ill father, I had no choice but to play his dangerous game.

As he pulled me from one crisis after another, I started to believe I had found something real. That was until a mysterious late-night phone call shattered everything. It was then I realized with horror that perhaps... I was just a stand-in for the unforgettable woman in his heart?

My sixteen-year-old cousin needed blood. Emergency surgery. Life or death.
But instead of buying blood from the hospital, Uncle Daryl just pointed at Grandma Maggie. "Use hers. She's tough. She can handle it."
They drained her until she collapsed. Then they took my cousin home to celebrate his recovery, leaving Grandma bleeding unconscious in the hospital parking lot.
When she finally came to, crawling across asphalt trying to get home, that's when the black cars found her. That's when she learned the truth.
Fifty-five years ago, the hospital gave her to the wrong family.
She wasn't Maggie Johnson, the family servant who raised everyone's kids and never complained when they stole her tip money. She was Magnolia Ravenscroft—missing oil heiress worth billions.
Now my family thinks they've won the lottery. Earl's demanding his "rightful share," Daryl wants a CEO position, Aunt Brandi's planning her rich lady makeover.
Then Grandma looked at me with a smile and asked, "And what about you, Sage? What do you want?"
My blood ran cold.
Because I saw it clearly.
The deadly intent that flashed through Grandma's eyes.

When my five-dollar harmonica sounded at the audition, the entire Nashville Music Academy laughed at the illiterate coffee shop waitress. Until legendary producer Samuel stood up trembling and said, "You're accepted."
Now I've become the music industry's most ironic joke—a musically illiterate genius who lied about graduating from Berklee. My stepsister Colleen holds all my secrets: my mother's medical bills, the truth about my father's hit-and-run, and all those original songs she stole and put her name on.
But none of us expected that my "shameful" music would make the composer who'd been in a coma for ten years open his eyes. When Samuel discovered I couldn't read even the simplest sheet music, I raised my harmonica and whispered, "Let me show you what real music is."
Like my father used to say, even the tiniest star shines bright. And my light is about to pierce through all the lies and darkness.

You think the most mortifying thing is accidentally sending lingerie photos to your professor ex?
Wrong. The most mortifying thing is him showing up at your door minutes later, eyes blazing with hunger. When my pipes burst and he's helping me fix them—soaking wet, muscles straining against his shirt—I figured we were headed straight for round two. Until my brother walks in with his spare key, casually calling me "sis."
I watched the blood drain from his face in real time. He thinks he's been lusting after his own student's girlfriend. His whole moral code just imploded. Now this ridiculously upright, devastatingly hot man is caught between wanting to devour me and hating himself for it, running scared from his own desire.
So here's my dilemma: Do I keep enjoying watching him completely unravel over me, or do I put him out of his misery and tell him the truth—that the "rival" he's been losing his mind over is actually my brother?

As a method actress, I believe in immersive research. But I took it too far at the wrap party. I got drunk and "studied" Ryan Herman—yes, the A-list producer—by tearing his shirt and coaching him through a kiss.
I was facing a lawsuit and career annihilation. His solution? A contract to be his fake girlfriend.
Now the world thinks I tamed Hollywood's untouchable bachelor. But I know the truth... until I found his hidden wall of my pictures.
The question isn't if this will blow up, but whether he's trying to wreck my life... or if he's desperately in love with me.

For nine years, I loved Jake, heir to the Steel Knights MC, like a fool—until I saw him tangled up with my own cousin in the garage… while she was carrying his child. They laughed at me, called me "just a mechanic," treated me like their loyal dog. But I'll show them—the most underestimated roses grow the sharpest thorns. From Texas to California, from a cast-out nobody to the underground racing queen, my revenge is just getting started. And when Jake is on his knees, begging me to come back? I'll make sure he sees exactly who lost this game.

I faked amnesia to fool him. He turned around and claimed to be my boyfriend. I moved into his place to dig up dirt, only to find his secret notebook filled with everything about me. I thought it was a secret crush, until I discovered it was tied to a grudge between our fathers. Right after we confessed everything with a kiss, an "accident" made him forget me for real. Now, it's my turn to make him fall for me again. Howard, this time, you're not getting away.

Who would have guessed that the werewolf janitor who picked up my takeout boxes and dirty laundry was actually the missing Blackwood Alpha heir with an eight-figure bounty on his head? He'd brew me coffee with hints of citrus, fold my wrinkled t-shirts with military precision, and the heart-shaped white spot on the tip of his tail would secretly brush against my wrist.

Then one morning, he vanished without even leaving a note. On TV, he stood in a bespoke suit, his eyes cold enough to freeze your soul, declaring "Wolves never forget to seek revenge."

Until he found me again, clutching that nearly dead potted lupine, saying he wanted "to be your janitor for life." Should I ask why he pretended not to know me back then, or should I first lose myself in this ridiculously dramatic yet heart-melting embrace?

Three-year contract marriage. $5,000 monthly salary. Peaceful divorce at the end.

That was my deal with Ethan Blackwood.

Until I overheard him on the phone—booking restaurants, ordering white roses, preparing a necklace. I knew his white moonlight Bailey was back.

So I paid $3,000 for a fake ultrasound and told him I was pregnant.

He transferred $500,000 and said coldly, "Take care of my child."

I took the money and ran to Seattle, thinking I'd never see him again.

Three weeks later, he showed up at the café where I worked.

Soaked through. Eyes dangerous.

"That clinic was shut down by the FDA three months ago," he threw the investigation in front of me. "Your fake ultrasound? The check bounced."

My blood ran cold.

He leaned closer, voice low enough to devour me—

"Since it was fake, Sophia, let's make it real."

After catching my boyfriend and stepmother in my bed, I did two things: I dumped the trash, and I hired myself a man who set my blood on fire. Roger is perfect—in bed and in a fight. But he has a tiny secret: he gets a little… furry on full moons. So when my ex came crawling back, Roger just flashed his fangs and growled, "She's mine. Care to get closer?"

A stormy night. A broke barista. One rescued Golden Retriever that cost Winter her last penny.

Plot twist: the dog belongs to Hollywood heartthrob Dylan Carter.

"Hand over my dog!" he demands, but the Golden Retriever won't budge from Winter's side, whimpering at its own master like a heartbroken child.

Then comes the curveball—$10K a month to live in his Malibu mansion as the dog's personal caretaker. From rags to riches overnight.

But what's with the mind games? Steamy midnight swims, almost-kisses that turn into cold shoulders... What is this man's endgame?

I came back to Willowvale to save my grandmother's coffee shop, not to deal with five years' worth of rumors about me and my three best friends. Apparently, the whole town thinks I'm some kind of heartbreaker who can't keep her hands off Knox, Sage, and River. The truth? They're like my brothers. But when the new vet in town looks at me like I'm exactly what everyone says I am, I realize coming home might be harder than leaving ever was...

They say unrequited love hurts the most.

They have no idea.

Ten years. Ten years of stealing glances at Caspian Brooks across training pools, memorizing the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, treasuring every casual touch like it was made of gold. Ten years of pretending friendship was enough while my heart bled every time he looked through me like I was invisible.

I thought if I was good enough, fast enough, loyal enough—maybe he'd see me. Really see me.

Then she walked in.

Anastasia Nova. Blonde hair like spun silk, accent like velvet, presence that could command a room with a single breath. I watched my best friend—the boy I'd loved since I was eight years old—transform into a stranger the moment she said his name. Watched him light up for her in ways he never had for me.

Five minutes. It took her five minutes to unravel ten years of my foolish, desperate hope.

But heartbreak was just the beginning......

A twenty-dollar thrift store blanket connected me to a billionaire's mind.

I'm Isadora Miller—broke Brooklyn art student who accidentally bought a psychic link to Raphael Ashford, Manhattan's most eligible heir. I could hear his thoughts, feel his touch, control his every sensation.

What started as curiosity became obsession. What began as power became love.

But when you're nobody from nowhere and he's worth three hundred billion dollars, when his family threatens to destroy you and society says you don't belong—loving someone means knowing when to let them go.

Until he's willing to lose everything to keep you.R

On my twentieth birthday, I walked out of Boston Medical Center with a piece of paper that might as well have been my death certificate. "Stage IV pancreatic cancer. Three to six months, maybe less." The doctor's words were still ringing in my head.

You know what it's like to come home with news that's going to destroy everything, holding onto some stupid hope that maybe, just maybe, your family will give a shit? I walked into a house full of balloons and champagne—all for my sister Grace getting into Harvard.

"Hey," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "It's my birthday."

Mom barely looked up from arranging flowers. "Nova, not now. This is Grace's moment."

So I stood there in the middle of their party, pulled out the diagnosis with hands that wouldn't stop shaking, and said the words that should have stopped the world: "I have cancer."

Dad looked at me like I'd just told him I was running away to join the circus. "Jesus, Nova. Are you seriously faking being sick for attention right now?"

The paper in my hands felt like it was burning me. My death sentence. But to them? Just another one of Nova's little dramas.

I never imagined I'd fall in love with the man I was supposed to hate.

When I entered Atlas Montgomery's mansion to "pay off" my brother's medical debt, I believed I was just a desperate nursing student trading my skills for freedom. What I didn't know was that I was actually a spy, planted to destroy him.

Now I'm standing in his study, phone in my hand, finger hovering over send. One click and the photos of his private files will destroy everything—his reputation, his freedom, maybe even his life.

But it will also destroy mine.

Because somewhere between the lies and the longing, I fell hopelessly, desperately in love with my target.

The question is: when he discovers who I really am, will he forgive me?

Or will he make me pay for every moment I made him believe in love?

"They took eight years of my life, destroyed my family, and buried the truth under a mountain of lies. I walked out of Riverside State Penitentiary with nothing but a canvas bag and a marriage contract to a man in a coma—my last desperate chance at revenge.

But some sleeping princes aren't as helpless as they seem. And sometimes, the most beautiful love stories begin with the darkest plans for vengeance.

Justice may sleep, but it never dies. And when it awakens... it changes everything."

I supported my "broke boyfriend" for five years, only to discover he's actually a Wall Street billionaire!

That day at the elite club, I overheard him talking with his friends:

"How long have you been playing poor?"

"Almost five years. Time to wrap it up."

"That girl still funding you?"

"Just bought me pants yesterday. Levi's—she saved for a whole month."

Then they all burst out laughing!

For five years I sent him over $30,000, thinking I was helping my hardworking boyfriend. Turns out I was just his "sociology research subject"! Even worse—this bastard has a rich heiress fiancée!

When he begged for forgiveness on his knees, I only had one thing to say:

"Game over. Get the fuck out."

I am Seraphina Cross, a professional heartbreaker who specializes in destroying arrogant, self-important men.

My target was tennis prodigy Phoenix Ashford, but after one wild night, I discovered I'd slept with the wrong man—his twin brother Caspian, heir to a business empire.

One mistake. One bloody game unleashed.

I drove Caspian to obsession, made Phoenix willing to die for me. When both brothers believed they'd won my heart, I bared my fangs.

"I'm sorry, Caspian... I choose Phoenix."

One sentence shattered a brotherhood forged in blood.

Fists flew. Betrayal cut deep. Hatred consumed them—two brothers at war over a woman who never loved either of them.

And the game has only just begun.

I thought I was saving a homeless man. I had no idea I was falling in love with Wall Street's most dangerous player.

When I found Ryan digging through garbage, he couldn't use my washing machine or figure out the coffee maker—a perfect man who needed my care. But why did he speak French like a native? Why did expensive watches keep "accidentally" appearing in his belongings?

When my family business suddenly faced bankruptcy, he always showed up at the perfect moment with mysterious funds and flawless solutions. I started to suspect something, but it was too late—I was already deeply in love with this enigmatic man.

Until that night at New York's most luxurious engagement party, when the spotlight hit the stage: "Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome the second son of the Montgomery family—Ryan Montgomery!"

I stared at the stranger in a tuxedo on stage, that face I'd kissed countless times. He was the brother of Matthew Montgomery—the man I was supposed to marry!

Was it all calculated? Was my kindness just a pawn in their brothers' power game?

I'm Veda, a designer getting crushed by my asshole boss Austin. Until I bought a mysterious vintage teddy bear at an antique market—and everything changed.

When I accidentally touched the bear, Austin lost it in front of our biggest client, blushing like a virgin! That's when I discovered this freaky telepathic connection—every touch I made, that cold bastard could feel it too.

The power dynamic flipped instantly.

I started my revenge on the man who'd humiliated me for months. Watching him tremble under my control was pure satisfaction.

But when Austin discovered the truth and cornered me in the conference room, his words shattered me completely:

"Every time you touched that bear, I got hard as hell. Now it's my turn for payback."

At 2:17 AM, six weeks postpartum, new mom Harper thought she was just responding to her baby's crying. Instead, she discovered her husband Kieran and their live-in nanny Anya in the most intimate embrace—right beside her daughter's crib.
In her most vulnerable moment, in what should have been the safest space in her home, the two people she trusted most were betraying everything sacred about motherhood and marriage. Worse yet, they thought she was just another "baby-brained" mom who would never catch on.

They seriously underestimated what a mother is capable of.

When Harper finds that mysterious $300 Victoria's Secret charge on their shared account, when she discovers Kieran's handwritten love notes hidden in Anya's room, when she overhears them mocking her "annoying" middle-of-the-night feedings—she realizes it's time to show them what a real "burning sensation" feels like.

So the next time they tried to sneak around, Harper secretly swapped out their lube for her own special blend.

If you want to play with fire, let me show you what burning really feels like.

"Baby, lend me Stella for the movie."
When my fiancé Damon said this, I thought it was the most romantic thing ever. My guide dog starring in his Oscar-worthy film—what a perfect love story.
I'm Aria Sinclair, 26-year-old blind film producer with perfect pitch and endless money, but no eyes. So when he said "The press will go crazy for our story," I stupidly agreed.
Three weeks later, in the editing room:
01:47:23—Dull impact.
01:47:31—Familiar whimper.
01:47:35—Silence.
My perfect pitch never lies. That wasn't CGI—that was real impact. Worse, I knew that whimper. That was Stella, my guide dog, my eyes, my most loyal companion.
They killed her. For a goddamn trophy.
On premiere night, when Damon walked the red carpet with a strange German Shepherd, when I touched her paw and found no white star-shaped mark—
"This is not my dog!"
I broke down in front of hundreds of reporters.
"Honey, you're under too much stress," Damon said gently. "Maybe you need rest."
Whispers from the audience: "Poor blind girl..." "She really needs help..."
Just like that, I became the crazy one.
Abandoned by the world.
Betrayed by the man I loved most.
But they made one fatal mistake—they thought stealing my eyes would silence me.
Now it's time to let them hear what despair sounds like...
[Click to watch me destroy them both...]

On my wedding night, my husband Tyler pushed me onto the poker table as his final bet.

"She's just a retard anyway—perfect for getting rid of a problem," he sneered.

That moment, I thought my life was completely over.

Until the man in the delivery uniform won me, gently called me "princess," and filled his tiny apartment with pink dresses just for me.

I thought I'd found a kind, poor guy.

I thought this was the only warmth in my pathetic life.

Until that day at the TED conference, when five hundred million viewers watched him walk onto the stage, and the big screen displayed "Phantom AI Founder, Net Worth: $52 Billion"...

Tyler was on his knees, sobbing: "Please spare our family..."

And my "delivery boy" stroked my hair, saying: "Emma, I built this empire to be worthy of you someday."

What if your greatest sacrifice became your deepest regret?

Sarah Miller believed love meant unconditional support—abandoning her nursing degree, working double shifts, and funding her husband's coding dreams. When Jake's app hit one million downloads, she thought they'd finally taste success.

But success brought shame, not gratitude. Jake demanded a "low-key marriage," listed himself as "Single" on LinkedIn, and denied his family on national TV. Sarah wasn't a wife anymore; she was a stain on his success.

When their daughter Emma was dismissed as "the help's kid," Sarah understood a brutal truth: gaining everything means losing yourself, while losing it all can make you whole.

"They taught me that love was supposed to be unconditional. That mothers always forgive. That family comes first, no matter what.

They were wrong.

I was Emily Thompson—veterinarian, wife, mother. I gave up my career to support my husband's failing farm. I spent eight years nursing my asthmatic son, building a life around their needs, sacrificing my dreams for their comfort.

Then they chose a stranger over me.

When a beautiful liar claiming cancer came into our home, my husband believed her over his wife of eight years. My eight-year-old son wished she was his real mother. They traded me for a fraud, and expected me to quietly disappear.

Instead, I chose myself.

Some women forgive. Some women fight for their families. Some women break down and beg for a second chance.

I became the woman who builds an empire from the ashes of betrayal.

Cancer was supposed to be my death sentence. Instead, it became my liberation.

I thought I had it all—wealth, status, a picture-perfect life in Greenwich's elite circles. Then came the diagnosis that would change everything: six months to live. But facing my final chapter, I uncovered a truth more devastating than any terminal illness—the man sleeping beside me was slowly killing my soul.

When you have nothing left to lose, you discover exactly how powerful you can become.