1566 Book(s) Related to his prisoned angel

"A secret Love is a Beautiful, Sweet and Sacred when it's just a light infatuation, but when that person reaches over and touches you in the heart, making it alive in a way it has never known, that secret love becomes frightening, because you can never make them love you, you would never want to make them Love you but all the same, no matter which way you view it, they don't love you and your heart doesn't know how to beat the same. " _ Lucas Mionner

Clare, a room service staff met a rich businessman named Michael. Both of them gets attracted to each other and spent a sexy romantic full of lust journey to New Zealand. During the journey, Michael feels falling for her and wants more time with Clare and asks her to go with him. Which made Clare reveal her worse past secrets which can cause trouble for both of them in the future. But Michael assured her past will not come in between and they can have a good time together. Clare agrees and the problem started after Michael's relatives and friends come to know about Clare's past. How they still manage to stay in love, stay together is the story you will know next.

Have you ever had an affair? Because me I did it, I know it's wrong but why can't I forget that night? The way how he claimed me and made me feel even weirder when it came to bed.

Athena Escarra is a promising young lawyer who loves her work more than anything. She's been married to her husband, Oliver Smith, for six years and would never indulge in an affair-until she met Alessandro Sinclair.

Alessandro Sinclair, a prominent CEO of the Sinclair Company, is your everyday rich man who has casual flings and moves on-until he met Athena Escarra. He found himself irresistibly attracted to her and would do anything to have her again.

She could do just anything for her family. He could do everything for power and money. When he asked her to marry him, she was happy. But little did she know, she was entering hell. She had a crush on him. But not now, not anymore, not when she knows his deepest secrets. But she can't run now, he had already noticed her and now, he wants her. And damn, he gets what he wants.? Can they ever love each other? Or will it always be what it was-- hate? Love blossoms in the most unexpected circumstances. And damn, they are right, opposite attracts. Follow me on the game fate decided to play with these two.

Lyra never wanted a mate.
Not when she had nothing left.
Not when the only man she was given to… was the Alpha everyone feared.
Cold. Dangerous. Silent.
He didn’t want her either.
He only kept her because she was “useful.
”
She thought he would throw her out.
But instead, he locked her away.
Hid her from his world. From his people. From his own family.
And when they came to hurt her…
He stood and watched.
He didn’t speak for her.
He didn’t defend her.
But he didn’t let her go, either.
Now, Lyra is trapped in a place where no one wants her, and the only one who touches her
heart is the man who makes it bleed.
But maybe… just maybe…
The Alpha she feared is the only one who truly sees her.
And that is the scariest part of all.

My best friend Cecilia framed me, causing me to miscarry at six months pregnant. My husband Zach destroyed the evidence I found to protect her reputation. To keep me silent, he even threatened me with my mother's life.

On my wedding day, instead of the romantic photo montage, I played a live video feed from the bridal suite.

The guests gasped. The screen didn't show our childhood photos. It showed my fiancé, Benjamin, pressing a woman in a white dress against the vanity.
It was my bridesmaid. My cousin. Mia.

"Benjamin, tell me," Mia giggled, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Do I look better in this white dress, or does your boring, frigid fiancée look better in her gown?"

The audio boomed through the silent ballroom.
Benjamin's voice was thick with lust. "She's a mannequin. You're my addiction. Why don't we do it right here? While she waits for me at the altar?"

My mother-in-law screamed. My father threw a glass.
But I stood there, calm. Cold.
I watched as Benjamin on the screen frantically unzipped Mia's dress, his hands roaming over her body, completely forgetting the woman waiting for him outside.

Benjamin rushed into the ballroom, realizing the silence was too heavy. He looked up at the giant screen, his face draining of color.
"Amelia! No! Turn it off! It's not what it looks like!"

I picked up the microphone.
"You're right, Benjamin. It's not what it looks like. It's exactly what it is."
I threw a folder of evidence—bank transfers, hotel receipts, printed texts—into his face.
"Mia graduated this year. You've been funding her for four. We've been together for five."

I tore off my veil and dropped it on the floor.
"The wedding is off. You two deserve each other."

At 18, Iris Hawthorne’s world shattered the moment a man in military boots kicked down her door. Donovan Sharpe, the ruthless and legendary arms dealer, dragged her into his dark, dangerous realm as if she were a helpless kitten.Wild, feral, and dangerously possessive, he growled his claim:“Iris, you will only ever smell like me. So much as one person lays a finger on you, and they won’t live to see the sunrise.” He burned every bridge behind her, yet lavished her with all his gentleness: “Iris, even if the sky falls, I will put your happiness first.” Then came the day she ran. To save her, Donovan charged alone into a hail of bullets. Amid the rubble, bloody and broken, Iris nuzzled his blood-stained chest and whispered softly: “Donovan… come any later, and I’m done with you.”

Harper Vale inherits the hotel drowning in debt. Sebastian Colton offers a lifeline: a twelve month marriage contract. No love. No risks.
But living together changes everything. Walls fall. Lines blur. Hearts slip.
When a family enemy targets their marriage and Harper discovers she is pregnant, their arrangement shatters. Contracts cannot save them.
Only choosing each other can.

Have you ever had an affair? Because me I did it, I know it's wrong but why can't I forget that night? I've tried to forget him.
He's engraved in my mind like I haven't seen him for over six months. I can still remember his touch, his hands roaming all over my body, the feeling of his mouth touching every inch of me. How he was able to give me the best orgasm I ever had.
Athena Escarra is a promising young lawyer who loves her work more than anything. She's been married to her husband, Oliver Smith, for six years and would never indulge in an affair-until she met Alessandro Sinclair.
Alessandro Sinclair, a prominent CEO of the Sinclair Company, is your everyday rich man who has casual flings and moves on-until he met Athena Escarra. He found himself irresistibly attracted to her and would do anything to have her again.

When I realised my lawyer husband couldn’t let go of his first love, a divorcée with a little boy, I started teaching our daughter to call him “Daniel”.
When our daughter ran a fever, one late-night call from his first love was enough to send him out the door. I stroked her burning forehead and taught her to say, “Bye, Daniel.”
He had promised to come to her school’s Father’s Day assembly. Then his first love rang in tears, saying her son had no dad to go with him, and he was gone, just like that.
I didn’t even look up. I handed my phone to my daughter and let her tell the class parents’ WhatsApp group that “Daniel” couldn’t make it.
Every time, she hesitated for a long while.
Eventually, my husband realised how much he owed us.
He suggested, all on his own, that we have a family portrait done.
But right outside the photography studio, his first love rang again, sobbing:
“Daniel, could you come to Toby’s nursery right now? It’s the parents’ sports day, and every other kid has a dad running with them. Toby’s the only one who doesn’t…”
A flicker of pity crossed my husband’s face. He was about to crouch down and explain to our daughter.
This time, she didn’t need me to remind her. She gave him a little wave.
“It’s okay, Daniel. Go and be with your other child. Me and Mummy are enough for the family photo.”

After their graduation Edzel proposed to her girlfriend Stacey Moore but on the same day she rejected his proposal. Without giving him any valid reasons, she just left him there kneeling down on one knee.
He promised to himself that one day he would get Stacey pay back on what she had done to him. He would make the woman wish that they had never crossed their paths again.
After five long years, fate had been kind to him and he met Stacey again. This time, Stacey is one of his staff in the hotel he owned.
An emergency call led him to accompany Stacey to the hospital where he saw two kids calling the woman their Mommy.
As soon as he saw the twins and the struggling situation of Stacey, a brilliant idea flashed in his mind on how to take revenge on Stacey using the children in front of him, who are calling him Daddy.

Sera dedicated her everything to caring for Callum Weston- her husband- only to hear him say that marrying her was doing charity for the needy as he held the hand of another woman.

Given another chance to wake up 10 years into the past, Sera chooses to focus on choosing herself, but the past continues to haunt her.
The last thing Sera heard before she died was her husband on the phone telling someone to come and clear her body from his property.

This time, she is not here to love him.

She is here to ruin him.

The one variable in her plan is the cold-eyed man who keeps finding her in all of the wrong places.
And why does he take pleasure in her slapping Callum?

After five years of rebuilding her life, star basketball player Ava Carter believes she has finally escaped the shadow of her abusive ex, Ethan Cole. Her career is at its peak, and her relationship with Dylan Brooks, the league's golden boy, is the picture of happiness. That picture shatters when she wakes to find Dylan murdered in her apartment, with all evidence pointing to her.

As Detective Morgan circles, Ava discovers this isn't a random crime. Dylan had been living a double life, secretly investigating a network of corruption within professional basketball that was using the obsession of her ex, Ethan, as a weapon. Dylan's murder was not the end of a lover's quarrel; it was the beginning of a carefully orchestrated plan to destroy Ava, a plan that began the night she thought she'd escaped Ethan for good.

Forced to clear her name, Ava must navigate a maze of secrets Dylan left behind. Her only unlikely ally is Jace Reed, her on-court rival and a man with his own guarded history of watching over her. As a stalker's messages grow more personal and more violent, Ava realizes someone on the inside—someone she trusts—is feeding information to the enemy. In a fight that turns from the basketball court to the abandoned training facilities of her past, Ava must confront the man she escaped, unearth the truth about the conspiracy that used him, and face the possibility that Dylan's death was a sacrifice made to protect a secret about her own identity. The ultimate question isn't just who killed Dylan, but who opened the door for the monster to return.

I should know better than to hook up with the handsome stranger at my best friend’s wedding.   Especially when he runs off mid-kiss like Cinderella at midnight.    Is he a fugitive from justice? A player? Both?   I find out soon enough when he shows up at work—where I was just hired as a law partner defending white collar criminals. Yup, he’s one of them. And he’s depending on me to keep him out of jail.   He’s also just as hot, charming, and tempting as he was the night of the wedding. Talk about forbidden love.   The last thing I should do is get involved with a client, especially one who may be guilty of all kinds of things.    Not the least of which is stealing my heart.

They say every kingdom has a ruler.

Heaven has its God.

The human world has its emperors.

So who rules Hell?

Growing up in the barren wastelands, Zevran Mordis never cared about questions like that. His only concern was surviving another day in a land where the weak were nothing more than prey for the strong. Every demon dreamed of serving one of the great Houses. Zevran only dreamed of staying alive.

Everything changes when he uncovers the ruins of an ancient court buried beneath the ashes of a forgotten city.

There, a voice calls his name.

Not as a warrior nor a king but as the next Judge.

From that moment, the laws of Hell begin to awaken. Ancient relics respond to his presence, powerful Houses hunt him across the underworld, and truths buried for thousands of years refuse to stay buried.

The greatest of those truths is one no demon dares to believe.

Hell never had a king.

It never needed one.

Long before the great Houses existed, twelve Judges ruled the underworld with laws so absolute that even demons feared to break them. Then, in a single night, every Judge disappeared, their names erased from history as though they had never existed.

Now the laws that once held Hell together are collapsing.

If Zevran wants to survive, he must uncover who destroyed the ancient Court before Hell tears itself apart.

But the deeper he digs, the more horrifying the truth becomes.

The Twelve Judges were never defeated.

They were sentenced.

And somewhere in the darkness, the one who passed that sentence is waiting for Zevran to take his place in the court.

Because the trial that ended an age...

...was never truly over.

A year ago, Sophia was recalled from overseas medical school. Her father announced she must marry Ethan Sullivan, head of the Sullivan crime family, to save their bankruptcy.

Ethan Sullivan—uncrowned king of New York's underworld, cold-blooded killer. Complete opposite of her life-saving profession.

She fought desperately—humiliated him at their engagement, sabotaged business meetings, even escaped at midnight. Ethan never got angry, just quietly cleaned up, growing more gentle and devoted.

Until rival families shot at them. He shielded her with his body, blood soaking his white shirt, still comforting her: "It's okay. I'm here."

Sophia fell completely.

"I'll marry you," she told him in his hospital bed, "but tell me—do you really love me?"

Ethan nodded without hesitation: "I love you. You're the first and only one."

After marriage, Sophia enjoyed sweet life as a mafia wife. Until she learned Ethan's "sister" Isabella had leukemia. When her bone marrow matched, she donated without hesitation, thinking this proved their love.

Until tonight's party. A drunk lieutenant asked: "Boss, what's your biggest regret in life?"

Ethan was silent for a long moment: "Giving up the woman I loved."

To protect my childhood sweetheart from the "bullies," I gave up my Yale recommendation and rejected the offer from Institut Le Rosey. I even promised to transfer with him to an ordinary local public school.
But the day before I was supposed to submit my transfer application, I overheard him in the locker room.
His friend laughed,"You faked being bullied all this time just to trick her into leaving?"
Duke’s voice was sickeningly cold. "She’s always looking down on me with her Old Money arrogance. Having her constantly breathing down my neck is suffocating. Now she's stuck here, and Jennifer and I can finally breathe."
I stood outside the door for a long time. Then, without a word, I turned away.
I pulled out my phone and called my father. "Tell the board in Switzerland I'm accepting the Le Rosey offer."
Duke forgot one crucial thing: Without my protection, he was nothing but an unacknowledged bastard. We were always worlds apart.
He thought I would beg him to come back.
He thought wrong.
When Duke finally managed to crawl his way into a high society gala, desperately trying to secure a crumb of investment.
When the doors opened, he froze.
Because the ruthless, untouchable billionaire CEO, Elias Neville—Duke’s legitimate older brother—was walking down the grand staircase.
And his hand was resting possessively on my waist.
Elias looked down at Duke, his voice dripping with deadly calm. "Duke. Where are your manners? Say hello to your future sister-in-law."

When I was attacked by rogues and left severely wounded, my mate, Alpha Kieran of the Crescent Moon Pack, was supposedly on a business trip with his Beta, Seraphina.
His car passed by where I lay, bleeding out on the ground, yet he ignored me.
Even though I reached out through our mate bond, pleading for help, he continued on his way with Seraphina.
The lead warrior arrived just in time with his warriors and rushed me to the pack doctor.
The doctor looked at me regretfully. "Luna, your pup... is gone."
I broke down, but for the sake of the pack, for the burden Alpha Kieran carried, I chose to bear my grief alone.
But my most loyal warrior told me the truth: Kieran was never on a business trip. He had taken Seraphina on a vacation to the beach.
Pain and betrayal crushed me. When I needed him most, he chose her over me.
So, I picked up my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in years.

For ten silent years, I propped up a boy named Lycan—the least favored Alpha heir in his pack. Everyone said his bloodline was too thin, that he didn’t even deserve to compete for succession.

So I paved the way with money, used resources to help him awaken his bloodline, sent him to the best academy, and made sure he not only secured the position of pack’s new Alpha, but also crossed into the human world to become an Oscar-winning actor hailed by millions.

Tonight was his coronation and his Oscar night rolled into one. I sat in the shadows of the audience, watching him grip the trophy, debonair under the spotlight, genuinely happy for him. When his gaze skimmed across the crowd and landed on me, my chest warmed.
Did Lycan…notice me?

The next second, he faced the camera and spoke, frost-cold:
“I want to thank someone—she taught me what harassment really is.”

The first time they met, Jace looked her in the eye and said, "I don't sleep with virgins. Too much trouble. No satisfaction."
The second time, desire betrayed his rules. "Walk away, Nerissa. Or I'll stop pretending I can resist you."
The 99th time, everything changed. "I don't want to be your lover anymore. I want to be your husband."

To save her father's life, Nerissa offered the only thing she had left — her first night. The buyer? Dr. Jace Whitmore. Cold, powerful, and dangerously untouchable.

For Nerissa, it was supposed to end when the debt was paid.
For Jace, it was just lust. He thought once he tired of Nerissa's body, letting her go would be easy.
But neither of them expected to fall — hard.

As desire deepens into something dangerously close to love, their fragile bond is tested by ruthless enemies, haunting secrets, and the brutal reality of their worlds: hers, humble and struggling; his, ruthless and elite.

Can a relationship born of desperation and desire survive the storm — and turn into something real?

She was born cursed and silenced. He was born cursed and destined to lose everything.

Vanessa, the mute runt of a cursed litter, has only ever known cruelty and abuse. Her voice stolen by a witch’s spell, her freedom crushed by a brutal father, she’s been promised to a monster she doesn’t want. But fate intervenes when she’s left for dead—bleeding, broken, and bound—only to be rescued by Alpha Alfred of the Shadow Pack.
Alfred, fighting against a generational curse that has doomed his brothers to remain wolves forever, never expected his fated mate to be a fragile girl on the brink of death. But the moment he breathes in her scent, everything changes.
Together, they must confront the past, survive betrayal, and uncover the true key to breaking the curses that bind them. Will their bond be strong enough to save them both?

When Christine Woods collapses into a hospital bed from unbearable pain, her husband's response is colder than the IV dripping into her veins: "Stop pretending to be sick."
That same night, a single social media post shatters her marriage--Neil Caffery, intimate with the first love he once claimed was dead.
Three years of marriage. Three years of neglect, indifference, and quiet self-deception.
In that moment, Christine finally understands the truth: she was never a wife--only a substitute.
Not wanting to live as a substitute any longer, she divorced her husband.
After divorce, Christine started her new life, achieving success both in career and love.
Seeing her so radiant and successful, her scumbag husband beg her to come back.
"Hazel, I know I was wrong. Please come back."
However, before Christine could respond, the country's richest man kicked him and held Christine's waist, "Who are you? Stop pestering my wife!"
His voice was cold, his presence imposing.
Christine looked at him and snorted, "When did I agree to marry you?"
"Baby, are you still angry about last night? I promise, I will be gentle next time." The man said, looking at her playfully.
Christine hit his chest playfully, her face turning red.

“You’re mine. Even if you scream, even if you run.”

Elara thought being banished would destroy her. Instead, it led her straight to Kael Draven, the Lycan king whose touch burns, whose hands take what he wants, whose darkness threatens to consume her.

But she’s more than ordinary; she’s his mate, his curse, his obsession. Bound by blood, trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, and hunted by enemies, Elara must survive Kael’s world without losing herself.

And Kael Draven will stop at nothing to make her his… body, soul, and destiny.

DAVIS GREY POV:-

The very first time I saw her at my business partner's office. It was her first day and She was sipping her coffee. Yummmm, I wanted to fuck her sweet little mouth. The second time I saw her i wanted my tongue to roamed all over her body. The third time I saw her with another man, I wished to fuck her pussy mercilessly that she will never imagine about another man. I desired myself to buried deeply in her clit. I always wanted to crush her whole body with my Bulge shaft. But The last time When i meet her, I saw some different kinds of emotions in her deep charcoal eyes. Fuck man, I always admired her but why the hell I am always thinking about her. Now, When I have seen her after two years of long time. Why my mind and heart is again occupied by her thoughts. She is nothing in front of the models who sleeps with me. Why? Why? Why? I don't have any answer and the question is why the fuck she never notice me? She never gave any attention to me And she is ignoring me like a disease.

Sorry, SUNSHINE! But you can't ignore me forever because it's time to show this Indian Beauty that what kind of monster I am. You're Mine, baby. My Possession.

And now I know about my feelings for you.

Story of New York billionaire MONSTER VS Indian Beauty.

A Story of Monster's Madness, possessiveness and obsession....

"I want to break you into tiny pieces at the same time I also want to mend you...." DAVISH GREY

His love was Dark and Dominant but she was his SUNSHINE..

He was passionate and Obsessive about her but She was afraid of him and his monstrous possessiveness..

....

A ruthless vampire king, a hidden hybrid, and a centuries-old secret ignite a forbidden love amidst a brewing war.

Chained and rejected by my pack, I thought I was just an ordinary werewolf. But the Vampire King's rescue reveals my true nature and a shocking past. Now, as shifters and vampires clash, I must choose between my heritage and my destiny.

Will I surrender to the King's dark desires, or forge my own path? In this world of ancient power struggles, one thing is certain: my blood will decide the fate of all.

Not your regular billionaire romance

She had a son with the most dangerous man in the city.
And he can never find out.

Four years ago, Aurielle Duval spent one reckless night with a stranger—
a night that left her with a little boy who has his impossible blue eyes.

She never learned his name.
He disappeared before sunrise.
And she rebuilt her life alone… until the day she walks into an interview at the world’s most powerful company.

Its CEO is Kieran D’Angelo.
Cold. Untouchable. Ruthless.

The man she prayed she would never see again.

He doesn’t recognize her
but he watches her, tests her, and claims her as his personal assistant.

What Kieran doesn’t know is that Aurielle carries more than his past.

She is the erased daughter of the D’Angelo empire—
a child they tried to destroy before she ever opened her eyes.

And the son she hides?
He’s the living proof of a truth that could tear the family apart.

When Kieran’s dark, charming cousin Dante returns—
obsessed with Aurielle and hungry for power—
a dangerous game begins.

Love, obsession, and blood collide.
And in a family built on lies,
the woman they tried to erase may be the one who brings the empire to its knees.

TRIGGER WARNING!!!
This story contains themes of obsession, possessiveness, stalking, emotional manipulation, and psychological control. It is unapologetically intense and unsettling in all the right (and wrong) ways.
Be guided.


Eight years ago, Shannon watched her stepbrother get handcuffed and taken to jail for a crime she committed.

He took the fall for it without hesitation. Not because he was noble. God, no. But because obsession looks a lot like love when you're seventeen and scared.

After that night, she never went to visit him in prison, nor did she reply to any of his letters.

She buried him with the past and went on to live a peaceful life without him.

But the past never forgets.

Eight years later, when she was living a simple, peaceful life, had a decent job and a husband who loved her deeply, Shannon's past came knocking at her door.

Strange things start happening... Doors left open. Favorite things mysteriously replaced. Eyes she can't see but feels always watching her.

Everyone says she's paranoid. Everyone says He is still in jail.

No one believes her when she says she had a STALKER.

Her judgment is already upon her because, now, HE is out of prison. And the first place he goes is her doorstep, because he says she owes him her life. And he's come to collect what's his.

How far can Shannon run from a man who never stopped loving her in the most terrifying way?

A man who'd kill anyone, even her husband, just to make her his?

HIS NAME IS KENAI... The Stalker You Never Want To Have.


If you enjoy slow-burn stalker dynamics and morally gray characters, this one's for you.

In the seventh year of our long-distance relationship, I quit my job in New York and dragged my suitcase back to Boston.
But I punched in the door code three times, and it was wrong all three times.
The door opened from the inside.
It was my best friend, Paige Monroe.
She was wearing a man's white dress shirt. The hem barely reached the tops of her thighs.
I recognized that shirt. It was the one I'd given Nathan last Christmas.

In the dim VIP massage room, I dragged my crippled right leg. Once a prima ballerina, I was now reduced to massaging clients just to survive.

Until I realized the man lying on the table was my so-called "penniless" boyfriend.

Right now, he was laughing and bragging to a friend. He had paid a top surgeon $300,000 to intentionally sever my Achilles tendon. As long as I remained a cripple, the national ballet championship would safely belong to his mistress.

For two whole years, he faked bankruptcy and crushing debt.

I gave up on my medical treatments and my ballet dreams, working two grueling jobs day and night just to support him.

But all of my suffering... was just to clear the obstacles for his lover.

My hands froze mid-air.

He had no idea that the disabled masseuse standing behind him in a mask was me.

That very night, I packed my only bag and boarded a red-eye flight out of the country.

Two years later. The International Ballet Finals.

The blinding spotlight hit the stage. I stepped out in my Black Swan tutu, letting the horrific surgical scars on my right leg be exposed to an audience of thousands.

As the heavy bass dropped, I leaped with absolute power, executed a flawless rapid pirouette, and landed perfectly.

In the VIP front row, my ex-boyfriend—who had long dropped his fake poverty to inherit his family’s billionaire empire—stumbled, knocking over his chair in absolute shock.

The moment the competition ended, he tore through the security line like a madman.

He fell to his knees at the edge of the stage. With bloodshot eyes, he reached out with a trembling hand, trying to touch my ankle.

"I'm so sorry... please, come home with me..."

On the day of our mate bond, Alpha Samuel decided we were going to be a childfree couple himself.
He held my hand and said affectionately, “No kids. I only want you.”
However, he came home with a pup in his arms later.
He claimed a friend had died, leaving the child alone, and asked us to take him in “just for a while.”
I didn’t make a scene. I didn’t demand answers. I didn’t even ask twice.
I kept cooking and cleaning, swallowed the unease and told myself to trust him.
Until that night, when I asked him where my dog had gone.
He didn’t answer. He set a bowl of dog meat soup in front of me instead.
He said my spirit dog could hurt the pup. But the spirit dog could sense bloodline, its growl wasn’t for that pup. It was for the lie he’d been hiding for three years.
At that moment, I finally understood: the pup he called “alone in the world” carried the exact same blood as him.
So our agreement was a lie and the so called childfree was an excuse.
And he’d already arranged what my ending was like when the day I agreed to bond with him.

After five years of playing the pampered pet to New York's most ruthless mafia boss, Lucian's empire crumbled. He went to a roof and put a gun to his head.

I didn't hesitate. I packed my bags to run.

Then glowing lines of text flashed right in front of my eyes:

【He doesn't die. In six months, the Ghost takes back the city and slaughters everyone who crossed him. The female lead saves him tonight, and the girl who ran away ends up dead in a ditch.】

I dropped my bag, sprinted across the wet gravel, and wrapped my arms around his knees, sobbing.

"Don't shoot! You promised to buy me a massive diamond ring, and I still haven't gotten it!"

The text feed went crazy.

【WTF?! The man is seconds from pulling the trigger, and she's whining about jewelry?!】

【Watch her. She's probably going to shove him off the ledge herself to cash in on the insurance!】

Instead of letting go, I dug my fingers firmly into his wet slacks.

Two years ago, a car crash took my sight. The day it finally came back, I couldn't wait to share the news with my husband, Grant.

But outside the door, I overheard Grant talking with his assistant, Owen.

"Mr. Holloway, Mrs. Holloway has been blind for two years. Just so you could be with your first love, you had Mr. Callahan wear your cologne and copy your voice, and lie beside her every night... Aren't you afraid the two of them will actually sleep together?"

Grant took a sip of his drink, his voice smug.

"Miles has the best self-control of anyone I know. Back when we were starting out, he stayed clear-headed even after somebody spiked his drink at a business dinner.

"Besides, since Nora lost her sight, she's had almost no interest in sex. She lives inside her own shame now."

Owen couldn't resist teasing him. "Honestly, I can't decide whether to pity Mrs. Holloway or wonder whether Miles even likes women. She's the most beautiful woman in our circle, and those two just talk and nothing ever happens. What a waste!"

"Then you take Miles's place next time and keep Nora entertained."

The laughter that followed grated in my ears.

I looked at Miles, sitting in the corner. Aloof, sparing with words, his profile clean and sharp. A man that fine, that striking, left to go to waste.

It really was a shame.

Two days before Valentine's Day, I found the tag of a pendant in my husband's coat.
For one bright, stupid second, I thought it was mine.
Then he kept making excuses — the office, the drawer, a box that was never in it. No pendant ever reached me.
And I stopped being stupid.
He hadn't forgotten. He hadn't lost it. He had simply bought it for someone who wasn't me.
Most women would have cried. Instead, I held out my bare neck and thanked him for the surprise.
I let him stumble. I let him run back to the office and run back home, sweating through his own story, until he put the real thing into my hands.
He wanted two lives. I kept the receipt.

I’d worked at my husband’s company for three years, only to be fired by him right when a promotion was within my reach.
It was all because I’d been swamped with overtime work one day and neglected the cat he’d given me.
When I came home that night and found the cat food hadn’t been refilled like usual, my husband, who had always treated me with tenderness, flew into a rage for the first time.
“If you can’t even take proper care of a cat, then don’t come to work at all. Stay home and raise it full-time.”
I parted my lips to explain myself, tears clouding my eyes, but he wouldn’t listen to a single word I said. The very next day, he instructed the HR department to dismiss me from the company.

My husband, Caspian, faked his company’s bankruptcy. We had to sell our luxury cars and our mansion, squeezing into a leaky, moldy basement.
By day, I worked back-to-back shifts in the ER saving lives. By night, I slipped into revealing dresses to sling drinks at a bar, all to shoulder a massive debt that never even existed.
Until I bumped into him in a VIP room. The man who was supposedly drowning in stress was lounging on a sofa with his suit unbuttoned, swirling a glass of whiskey, a secretary in his arms. His mistress leaned in and smirked, telling me Caspian had found me boring for a long time.
She also bragged that while he claimed to be working until 3 AM, he was actually going back to our old house at 10 PM, sleeping in our master bedroom.
Caspian showed zero remorse. Instead, he demanded I roll over and accept the woman, tossing me a meager payoff and threatening to ruin my medical career.
I threw away my wedding ring. I swallowed my tears. I finally saw it all for what it was.
From today on, I am only doing one thing: taking back what belongs to me, piece by piece.

The ninety-ninth time I slept with Alexander, he dragged me back into his arms and said he was going to take me “home.”
I thought he finally wanted to acknowledge me. Turned out he just wanted me to go with him to meet his future Luna.
Later, when the car crash happened, the one he threw himself over to protect was someone else. At the hospital, he carefully held and fed the soup to someone else. On the night of the engagement party, he interlaced his fingers with hers under the lights and publicly announced their wedding.
I stood in the corner and watched him kiss another Omega.
That was the moment I finally understood—twenty years of devotion still couldn’t compare to a single soft “I’m scared” from her.
So, I turned around and walked away. Deleted his contact, blocked his number, disappeared from his world.
I thought he wouldn’t care.
I never expected that ten minutes before his wedding ceremony began, he was standing backstage, calling my number like a madman.

Six years of marriage—I once naively believed I was the chosen one of fate. Under the full moon, Alpha Jack of the Silverfang Pack knelt on one knee and placed the Luna’s crown upon my head, whispering, “Leyna, you are my only home.” In that moment, I believed in his tenderness.
But at eight months pregnant, my body heavy with the life I thought was ours, I overheard him speaking coldly to his friend Alpha Zane:
“That’s just Claire’s embryo, nurtured in Leyna’s womb. Letting her give birth herself? Too ugly to bear.”
So the birth control herbs over the past three years—he had fed them to me himself.
The so-called IVF? A lie to spare his beloved Alpha, Claire, from pain.
And me? Nothing more than a walking incubator—the child wasn’t even mine.
That night, I stood outside the door, listening as Jack and Claire laughed and flirted. She wore my red dress; he draped my coat over her shoulders. He said casually, “She won’t suspect anything. And even if she does, what can she possibly do?”

"You want to marry me and have my name, Amy?" His breath grazed my ear, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. "Then you’ll take everything that comes with it."
My eyes widened slightly. “What do you mean?”
He brought his smiling face directly in front of mine with our noses almost touching.
"You have to take everything," he murmured. "My money, my status and my body."
My breath hitched but I quickly shook my head. No. No, I couldn’t do that.
“I want a strictly contractual marriage. With a time limit,” I said, my voice steady, but my hands clenched into fists.
His lips curled into a smirk. "And a contract marriage is what you’ll get. No feelings. No strings attached. One year.”
I narrowed my eyes, “I won’t sleep with you.” I truly didn’t trust myself around a man like him. If I actually slept with him, what if I developed feelings? There was no way I would let myself fall for another Wellington.
His next words however knocked the air right out of my lungs. "Oh, no, I need you to understand this, sweetheart. There will be no sleeping. Only fucking."


Amy Hart thought she had it all, a fated mate, a future as Luna of Rainwood Pack, and a wedding just two months away. But when she walks in on her mate, Derek with another woman, just hours after her father's funeral, her perfect world shatters.
That same day, her mother ended up in the hospital and needed emergency surgery. Desperate for money to save her dying mother, Amy turns to the one person who can help her: Richard Wellington, Derek's uncle, the ruthless Alpha of Darkwood Pack.
Amy offers herself as his contract wife for one but he insisted on her officially being his Luna and sharing his bed.
In return, he'll save her mother, fund her education, and give her the ultimate revenge, watching Derek grovel after her feet.
But Richard is no savior. He's a patient predator who's been waiting years to claim her. And the contract she's about to sign gives him every access to her.

I still remember the way the air felt when it left my lungs for the last time.

For five years, I was the Quiet Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. I was the wolf-less girl who wasn’t supposed to be there, the one the Omegas mocked and the elders ignored. I thought Nikolai Grey was the kind brother—the safe choice. I loved him through every cold look, and every night he left me alone because I couldn't give him a pup.

I was his wife, but to him, I was just a prophecy to be fulfilled. And when I didn't fit the mold? He didn't just discard me. He ended my life in front of everyone.

But the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance.

I woke up five years ago. The Knight family expects me to marry a Grey. They think I’m going to choose the charming, smiling Nikolai again.

They’re wrong.

I’m done being the victim. If I’m going to survive this life, I don’t need a husband; I need a weapon. I need the brother Nikolai is terrified of. The one they call a monster because he doesn't know how to pretend.

Alexander Grey. He’s ruthless. He’s cold. He’s the Alpha everyone avoids in the hallways. I walked right up to him, ignored the warning growl in his chest, and asked him to marry me.

Nikolai thinks he’s getting a submissive bride. He has no idea that this time, I’m bringing his worst nightmare home to dinner.

For three years, I was Julian Vance’s perfect shadow.

By day, I was the flawless executive secretary who kept his multi-billion-dollar empire running without a single hitch. By night, I was his secret, contract wife a convenient arrangement kept hidden behind the closed doors of his penthouse to satisfy a dying man's wish. I loved him in the quiet darkness, enduring his coldness, his family’s venom, and the cruel taunts of his elite childhood friend, Victoria.

But three months ago, the illusion shattered. When I was trapped in a hospital room losing our unborn child, Julian was on a red carpet with Victoria. His message to me through his assistant? “Do not interrupt important business meetings with minor domestic emergencies.”

That was the day Vivian Lane died.
The moment our three-year contract expires at midnight, I slide two papers across his mahogany desk: our signed divorce decree and my immediate resignation.

Julian scoffs, arrogant and completely convinced I’ll be crawling back to him within a month when my bank account dries up. He thinks I'm a penniless outcast with nowhere to turn.

He has no idea that while I was playing his submissive secretary, I was quietly building my own foundation. Now, his biggest corporate clients are jumping ship to my new boutique firm, and an international venture capital network has just hired a legendary, anonymous digital strategist known as "The Cipher" to engineer a hostile takeover of Vance Enterprises.

That strategist is me.
As his empire begins to bleed out brick by brick, the billionaire who once looked down on me finally drops to his knees. But I’m no longer his secretary, and I’m no longer his wife. If he wants me back, he’ll have to survive the ruin I’m about to bring to his doorstep.

My fated mate rejected me in front of the whole royal court and called me too fat to be his Luna.

The hall laughed. My bond snapped in my chest, and I stood in my ceremony dress with all my eyes on me, wishing the floor would eat me.

I'm Clara Beaumont, the hidden scent warden for plus-size folks. This Scentveil, guarding our border, is mine. I did it with these hands every night, as my beautiful sister Aurora smiled for the court and took my name, my work, and then my mate. In one breath Prince Adrian selected her, and in the next breath he commanded me to serve at their engagement.

Then Kellan Brooks came to my downfall. The Alpha of Emberfall took a look at my bruised wrist, caught my work on the wind, and gave me what no one ever had. A home. My own name. A choice.

At the gate Adrian caught me and told me his mate was not going anywhere, and before the entire court, a huge, silver, dire wolf was done with hiding.
Without me, his precious barrier will fall. With Kellan, I will not beg. I will burn, rule, and reign.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” he asked finally.

“What I should have done a long time ago,” I replied, not turning around. “Leaving you.” My hand closed around the door handle.

“Not with my child.”


Married off to him to settle a debt that was never mine, I was nothing more than a contract… a means to an end.

An heir.

That was all Adrian Blackwood ever wanted from me.

Not my love. Not my heart. Not me. But still… I gave it to him anyway.

Year after year, I loved a man who never once looked at me the way I looked at him. And when my time was up, when the contract ended and no child tied me to him, I walked away.

Until fate played its cruel joke.

Because just when I finally left him behind, I found out I was carrying his child.

Now the man who never wanted me… refuses to let me go.

Ethan said he loved me, yet he planned to get me pregnant, push me out of our company, and use our child and marriage to trap me at home.
He needed an obedient wife, a partner who would protect his company, and a woman who would never leave.
But the woman he truly wanted was the lover who had left him seven years ago.
So on his birthday, I brought both families to his door and delivered the “love of his life” right to him.
He expected me to break down and beg him to come back.
He had no idea I was walking away from far more than our marriage.

Typically, brides swap bouquets for good luck when wedding motorcades cross paths.
But in Liam’s Southern hometown, they had a twisted tradition: they swapped brides.

When our limousines met bumper-to-bumper, Kinsley leaned right past me. She pressed a lingering kiss to my fiancé’s cheek.
"Hope you don't mind, Rachel," she purred with innocent malice. "I’m stealing your groom."
The groomsmen howled like it was a frat party.
"Might as well take his honeymoon suite key too!" one shouted. "Liam wouldn't survive the wedding night without his childhood sweetheart anyway!"
They roared with laughter.

I sat frozen, my gaze locked on Liam. Just tell them to stop, I prayed. Just choose me. Just this once.
Instead, Liam gave me that familiar, condescending smile and patted my trembling hand.
"Don't pout, Rachel. You're the mature one, remember?" he coaxed. "It's just a local tradition. We can't break customs today."
Something inside me finally snapped. There was no anger left—just a bone-deep exhaustion.
The old me would have screamed and demanded respect. But today, I simply slipped my hand out from under his.

Without a word, I stepped out of the car. Ignoring Liam's sudden look of confusion, I walked straight past the cheering groomsmen toward the other limo.
Kian Porter—Liam’s college roommate—leaned against the hood. I reached out and smoothly looped my arm through his.
The laughter choked to a dead halt. In the deafening silence, I looked up at Kian with a steady smile.
"Let's get out of here, fiancé."
If Liam wanted to play by their twisted traditions, fine. This time, I was giving him exactly what he asked for.

I've been secretly married to him for five years, but he's never treated me as his wife. Our six-year-old daughter has never called him Dad in public.

One drunken night, I got pregnant. He gave me a marriage contract that came with one condition: secrecy.

I thought time would change everything. I stood by him through the company's darkest days. When I was hospitalized with a bleeding ulcer, he didn't come. When our daughter was born, he was in a meeting. Every moment that mattered, he wasn't there.

Then that clumsy intern showed up.

From that point on, he gave her all his attention and patience. He broke his own rules for her again and again. That's when I finally understood: when someone doesn't love you, they just don't.

So I took my daughter and disappeared from his world completely.

But why did that calm, controlled man lose his mind?

My husband locked me in a suitcase to punish me for frightening his childhood sweetheart. He said I could come out when I apologized. By the time his assistant warned him about the smell, our baby and I were already dead. But Adrian still expected me to crawl out and beg for forgiveness—and I was trapped beside him, watching.

I fought for the Empire for eighteen years. My body bore the marks of glory, and I was its strongest shield—until an enemy ambush caught me off guard and plunged me into a coma.

When I finally opened my eyes again, I discovered that my daughter had been stripped naked by her classmates, a dog leash fastened around her neck as they paraded her down the street.

My wife—the woman I had once cherished like a treasure, held gently in the palm of my hand—had been forced to her knees before another man, mouth pried open.

My aged mother had been driven to the ground, kneeling and begging for mercy.

The family of an Imperial general, reduced to this.

Three years. I had only been unconscious for three years.

Hatred spread through me like wildfire. I, Leon, have returned. From this day forward, every last soul who tormented my family will answer for what they've done. Not a single one will be spared.

Alexandra Moretti has not taken a single step down the aisle when the cathedral doors open behind her.
A nurse comes in with a newborn and a birth record. The mother is in surgery. The father, she says, is the groom.
Vincent DeLuca does not deny it. Neither does his family. They offer ten minutes in the priest's office and a simple arrangement: the boy will be provided for quietly, and Alexandra will still be Mrs. DeLuca.
They have misjudged her.
This was never a wedding. It was a merger, and Alexandra is the only person in the room who read every clause. She sets the ring on a pew, orders her security chief to recover the signed papers, and walks out of St. Patrick's before the ink is dry.
Her father does not stop her.
By tonight, the DeLucas will find out how much of their empire was only ever borrowed.