4461 Book(s) Related to my alpha ex is at my door

My flame-red dragon Theodore, the one I'd raised for seven years, had become wrong.
Normally, if I left for more than a day, he'd slam into me the second I walked through the door—tail coiled around my arm, head nuzzling my neck, acting like a hatchling fresh out of the shell.
This time I pushed open the door and Theodore didn't even look at me.
I reached out to touch his scales. He shook my hand off, irritated.
That night I tried to let him coil around my arm to sleep like always. He actually whipped me with his tail, then flew up to the top of the cabinet with pure disgust on his face.
I stared up at that arrogant dragon head perched on the cabinet, something tight and cold coiling in my chest.
Finally, I'd had enough. I pulled the crystal orb from my sleeve.

For four years, I tolerated Grayson’s blatant favoritism. He spoiled my roommate Mia with exquisite breakfasts every day, while leaving me with plain biscuits and bitter black coffee. I swallowed every unfair slight, hoping for true love. Yet he finally humiliated me thoroughly by choosing Mia over me for the elite corporate event, sneering that I was unworthy of high society. Hiding my identity as the university’s secret heiress, I stopped my father from ruining his career on impulse. I will let them attend the glamorous party—not out of mercy, but to deliver my quiet, devastating revenge. Now I only need time to decide my next move, and whether to accept my arranged engagement.

My name is Megan, and I am the Queen of the Star Fae.
Sixteen years ago, I left my Mate — Orlando, Alpha of the Darkmoon Pack — and the daughter we had just brought into the world, to hold back an invasion of Abyssal demons.
Sixteen years of war in the Void — and at last, the Abyss was sealed.
I came home crowned in glory, my mastery over the Source of Starlight absolute. I expected my husband's arms and my daughter's smile waiting for me.
I never imagined that setting foot on Darkmoon land again would mean no flowers, no cheering — only the sound of my own child screaming for help from inside a filthy dungeon.

"You good-for-nothing should get out and save your food rations. I'll use your truckload of supplies for you!"

The man-eating scarlet spores swept through the town. My good brother locked the security door tightly and locked me in the corridor filled with blood mist.

He stared intently at me through the peephole, waiting to see the horrific sight of my internal organs being drained by the fungus.

But a second before I was devoured by the spores, I hid in my personal space and with a single thought drained the last drop of water and every grain of rice from the room.

Three days later, in this impregnable "vacuum tomb".

When he was so thirsty that he swallowed blood, and knelt on the ground desperately pounding on the door.

I kicked the door open, tied him up with nylon rope, and hung him upside down in the blood-red storm outside the window.

I thought I'd signed up for an immersive dating show.

Turns out it was a 99.9% death rate, globally livestreamed horror game.

And me? Half-blind without my contacts, desperate to go viral, I somehow talk my way through a death game like it's a romance.

I mistook blood for ketchup, human eyeballs for sashimi, a murderous child ghost for a kid who just needed some love.

Worst part? I fell for the guy running the place, the one who could kill you without blinking, and tried to get his number within the hour.

My teammate hissed at me, shaking. "You wanna die, fine, just don't take us with you!"

I just waved him off. It's a dating show. Relax.

On the eve of the apocalypse, I awakened a survival system: send me $5,000, and the sender can unlock a safehouse and awaken a life-saving ability.
The first person I told was Chloe, my girlfriend of three years. In return, she humiliated me in public and cheated on me without a shred of remorse.
That was the moment I finally gave up. The "nice guy" she had drained dry was dead for good.
One month later, the zombie horde arrived right on schedule. For old times' sake, I saved her one last time. And she repaid me by shoving me straight into the jaws of the mutated dead so she could save herself.
What she didn't know... was that I wasn't the only one who had awakened powers.

My name is Nora Monroe. Thirty-two weeks pregnant, ready to pop anytime.
This morning, my husband Everett left town, leaving me and my cat, Piper, alone at home.
Deep into the night, a strange woman called. Her voice was gentle, apologetic—she said my cat Piper had somehow wandered downstairs. She was severely allergic to cat dander and couldn't bring her up to me. I grabbed my coat, ready to head down, when the baby suddenly gave me a vicious kick. The pain sent me collapsing back onto the sofa, unable to move.
The woman on the phone urged me over and over. I looked up, my eyes falling on the corner of the living room.
Piper was sitting right there, staring unblinkingly at me...

In my previous life, on the very day of our marking ceremony, my Alpha fiancé met his fated mate at the banquet.
He didn’t break off our engagement. Instead, he chose silence and completed the ceremony with me. He chose to trap me with a twenty-year mate bond.
For twenty years, I fought wars for the Pack, bore him an heir, and ruled the main hall alone as Luna.
Meanwhile, in another Pack’s territory, he spent his entire life with that woman.
Before I died, he told me he was sorry.
But he also blamed me—saying that if I hadn’t insisted on taking the Luna seat, he could have left more completely.
Only then did I realize something cruel. Not only was I never the one he loved, I was also the obstacle to his freedom.
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the marking ceremony.
This time, the mate bond had not yet formed, and the mate mark had not yet been sealed.
Whether he would abandon me for his fated mate no longer mattered.
Because this time—
I would never step aside for any Alpha again.

I snapped photos of pale yellow baby clothes I’d bought at Target, posted them on Instagram captioned “Juno's wardrobe.”
Right after I put my phone away, my mother-in-law Genevieve called and berated me. She claimed I’d lost my mind after our stillbirth, insisted I wasn’t pregnant, and demanded I delete the post.
As soon as we hung up, my water broke.
Six hours later, I woke up worn out on a hospital delivery bed at Devereux Memorial Hospital. No baby cried anywhere.
My husband Elias sat beside me with bloodshot eyes. He pulled a lifelike silicone fake pregnancy belly out and set it on my lap, begging me to accept I wasn’t actually carrying a child. I screamed that I’d given birth and demanded to know where my baby Juno was.
Dr. Beckett and a team of doctors walked in, diagnosing me with pseudocyesis—phantom pregnancy. They said I’d only worn a silicone pad to fake a belly. My parents stood nearby, staring at me with shameful pity.
They forced me onto a psychiatric ambulance. I was locked in a windowless ward, drugged nonstop, tormented by the loss of my daughter, until every ounce of my will faded away...

The car crash six months ago destroyed my body. I survive the agony only through the painkillers prescribed by my brother, Fletcher.
While shopping for my wedding dress, I simply swallowed a pill on schedule. My mother responded with a slap that made me spit blood. My father stormed in and kicked my ribs in without asking a single question.
I fled crying to my brother, only for him to grab me in disgust: "You are a disgrace to this family."
I called my fiancé. He rushed to the scene, took one look at the pill, and called the cops without hesitation: "The engagement is off. She makes me sick."
In just a few hours, I went from a bride-to-be to a death row inmate.
But as the gavel fell, I saw our family maid calmly swallow the exact same pill from the gallery…
I lunged at the railing, screaming at the judge. He leaned down, a chilling smile spreading across his face: "Linnea, this is all because…"

To fulfill a dying comrade's final request, I spent twelve years living in the shadows to protect his daughter. I took bullets for her, laundered her black-market assets, and eventually handed over my entire stake in the security empire. In her eyes, I am her father’s murderer; in mine, she is a mission—the only flicker of light left in my life. Until that fateful banquet, when she personally shoved me into the sights of mercenaries. Watching my blood bloom across her dress, she hooked her arm around my nemesis and ordered coldly, "Clean it up." In that moment, twelve years of devotion collapsed, and a heart that beat only for her finally learned to freeze. This time, I’ve decided to personally destroy the monster I raised.

The child I brought into this world through sheer determination now calls my husband's mistress "mother"; the youth who slew my father for my sake and was imprisoned, now confines me beyond the threshold, forcing me to hear his carnal symphony with his stepmother. Only then did I comprehend: the sixteen-year-old boy who committed patricide for me had long perished within the prison walls.

This is a world where humans and fantasy races exist side by side. Werewolves move through city streets between glass towers, and every now and then, a pair of massive wings cuts through the clouds overhead. Twenty years ago, to secure the family's standing, the main house signed a contract with the Dragon Clan.

As the least favored daughter of a branch family, I was chosen to be the Dragon King's mate. The terms were spelled out plainly: if I couldn't get married within five years of coming of age, I'd have to go to Dragon territory and go through with the marriage.

For five years, every wedding I've planned has been blown up by my younger sister, Hannah.

This is year five. I'm finally in a wedding dress, about to marry Derek, the boy I grew up with.

What I didn't expect was that one hour before the ceremony, Hannah collapsed in the dressing room coughing up blood. She grabbed Derek's hand, crying, saying she wouldn't make it through the month.

And my parents are on either side of me, hands pressed down hard on my shoulders.

"Just let Hannah have the wedding. She's dying!"

What they don't know is that if I don't get married today, the Dragon envoys will come for me on the spot.

And I won't be coming back.

Three years since I married into the Hawthorne family, I had already lost two children.
And the one who decided whether my babies lived or died wasn't a doctor—it was a potted plant in the manor's living room: the Crimson Orchid.
In this family, if the petals withered and reeked after drinking the pregnancy blood, it was an unbreakable rule: the child had to go.
The first two times, all I could do was lose my children in despair under the anesthetic mask at some underground clinic.
To save my third pregnancy, I secretly went to a top medical center out of state for an amniocentesis.
The diagnosis, there in black and white, proved it: my baby was perfectly healthy and carried the purest family bloodline.
I thought I was safe this time. But when my finger blood dripped into the black soil again, the orchid once more oozed foul-smelling black water.
My in-laws crushed my medical report underfoot without mercy and had their people drag me toward the operating table.
I couldn't understand it: the scientific evidence clearly confirmed my child was healthy and pure-blooded.
Why did they insist on trusting a mutated, stinking flower and killing their own grandchildren over and over again?

On the eve of the apocalypse, magical beasts appeared in our world.
They possessed extraordinary abilities, and humans could master these powers by forming a contract with them.
In my previous life, my adopted brother chose a top-tier Wolf King pup.
But shortly after, the extreme heat apocalypse descended. The low-tier water snake I had contracted possessed the ability to conjure water and lower temperatures, inadvertently making me the envy of everyone.
Meanwhile, my brother’s Wolf King was universally despised for its excruciatingly slow growth and lack of immediate combat power.

Now, I have been reborn to the very day we chose our contracted beasts.
This time, my brother rushed ahead and snatched the water snake.
I know why.
He has been reborn, too.
But this apocalypse is not nearly as simple as he thinks!

I am the sole heir to the Hartwell fortune.
But this birthday dinner — the one meant to sign the family trust into my hands on my twenty-second year — was being ruined by the housekeeper's daughter.
Brianna had done it on purpose. She'd stolen the archival couture gown my late mother left behind, then thrown herself into the champagne tower and pinned it on me.
"Oh God, Audrey, why did you push me?" She was already crying, her voice pitched for the crowd. "I know you hate seeing me in this dress, but your father was the one who insisted I wear it. Please don't make me leave."
In my last life, I'd stood there sobbing, waving my hands, trying to explain.
For that, I'd been stripped of my inheritance on the spot, committed to a psychiatric ward, and in the end, every fingernail torn out one by one, I'd died in agony.
But I'd been reborn.
Now I looked down at Brianna crumpled among the shattered crystal, playing the victim, and I didn't waste a word.
I crossed the floor, stood over her, drew my arm back, and slapped her across the face as hard as I could.
"Shut your mouth."

To end two years of a long-distance marriage with my husband, Sutton Brennan, I quit my job and moved halfway across the state to join his top-tier medical center.
But from the moment I clocked in on day one, a nightmare awaited me.
IV pain pumps violently popped open in my hands, medication cabinets rejected my fingerprints, coffee machines sprayed me with boiling water, microwaves exploded in public, and the employee lockers locked me out entirely.
My colleagues laughed at me, calling me a walking disaster. The head nurse publicly berated me for being incompetent. And my husband, the man I trusted most, simply smiled his gentle smile and said, "You're just tense. Give it a few more days."
In my past life, I believed him. I gritted my teeth and held on until the bitter end—and ultimately died inside this very hospital.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my first day of work.

Everyone says I married an iceberg.

Three years of contract marriage. He's never touched me once.

On our wedding night, I tried to move into his bedroom. He refused. I stood in front of him wearing lingerie. He just said, calm as ever, "You should get some rest."

I'm a healthy woman with a normal sex drive. Every day I'm burning up with my own desire.

I thought he didn't love me. So for both our sakes, I signed the divorce papers. Today, I'm telling him.

Then that afternoon, I suddenly heard his thoughts.

When I walked up to him in just a towel, he looked calm, staring at his laptop. But his mind was screaming: Holy shit. She's not wearing anything under that. Look at that skin. Her tits are huge. I can't take this anymore... no, I'll scare her. Fuck. I'm hard again.

Turns out under the ice, there's a volcano that's been buried for just as long.

I slip the divorce papers back into hiding and pour him a coffee.

New plan: make that volcano blow.

"Help! Somebody help me! Julian is trying to kill my baby!" I scream at the top of my lungs, bursting into my gender reveal party.

Just minutes ago, Julian was my perfect, doting husband. Then he opens my unborn baby's genetic screening report. The unadulterated ferocity and revulsion simmering in his eyes makes my entire body shake. He grips my arm, demanding I terminate the pregnancy.

I already died once because of that piece of paper. In my past life, they dragged me to a freezing lab, pumped me full of drugs, and murdered my child before locking me in an asylum.

This time, I hide behind the guests. But my parents storm in. After seeing the report, instead of saving me, Dad kicks me squarely in the stomach.

"You shameless little whore," he spits.

They are about to drag me out the back door when two police officers step through the glass doors. The cop hands me the confiscated report.

I look down at the printed words... and finally understand.

The second the avalanche came down, I called my mate. Karl. Captain of the Pack Guard's First Squad.

He dug me out, carried me onto the helicopter, and told the pilot to take off before the second rescue team even got there.

He didn't know Delilah was buried in the same slide. The girl he'd never gotten over.

By the time they reached her, she'd been under the snow for three hours in twenty below.

Karl stood in the morgue all night.

He came back the next day and just gave me a small smile. "It wasn't your fault. You were carrying our pup. Of course you came first."

For a month after that, he was gentler than he'd ever been. He cleared his schedule to take me to every checkup. Cooked for me himself. Put the crib together, the dresser too. Every single thing in the nursery lined up exactly right.

I thought that avalanche had finally buried Delilah. That it had given him back to me.

Until the day I went into labor.

He sent every doctor and nurse out of the delivery room. There was a silver scalpel in his hand.

The moment he cut me open, I saw the red in his eyes.

Our pup was still crying, small and weak, and he never even looked. He threw us both into the incinerator.

"If it weren't for you, Delilah would still be alive. Your life for hers."

Then I opened my eyes, and I was back at the moment the avalanche hit.

My brother was jealous after I won a $50 million lottery jackpot, so he tricked me into believing an extreme ice-age apocalypse was coming.
Because I trusted him, I spent every last dollar my parents and I had—fortifying the house and stockpiling supplies.
Two weeks later, he told me that there was no coming apocalypse. It had all been a lie.
Just when I was drowning in despair, hail started falling in the middle of summer.
The deep freeze apocalypse had really begun.

My husband, Callum, never loved me. On our wedding night, he panted another woman’s name.
For five years, I endured a cold, loveless marriage. The only reason I held on was my daughter, Tessa.
But on the eve of her fourth birthday, Callum went behind my back and personally delivered her to his mistress Seraphina's underground lab.
The moment my daughter was drained of her blood and her heart stopped beating on that operating table, he was drinking champagne with Seraphina to celebrate their success.
From the moment I walked out of the crematorium holding Tessa’s freezing urn, the submissive wife I used to be died.

On my wedding day, my mother walked in and took my gown off the rack. Then she handed it to Coralie — the sister my parents adopted, the one I've given half my magic to every month for five years.
The High Priest says my stars are cursed. So Coralie will marry Roland in my place. My fiancé. The man I nearly died healing.
My father tells me to think of the bigger picture. Roland won't even look at me. Not one of them looks back as they leave me alone in that room.
They think I'll stand here and take it, like I always have.
They don't know about the black whistle in my sleeve — the one a dying man pressed into my hand at the edge of the Abyss. Blow it, he said, and I'll come for you.
I've been good for too long.
I'm done.

I'm sixty years old. My husband Marcus just whipped me with his belt — for burning an egg. My face is bruised, my hair is gray, and I gave up a full ride to Stanford for this man over forty years ago.
Then the phone rings.
The voice on the other end is mine — my eighteen-year-old self, calling on her birthday, gushing about how Marcus is out buying her a cake, how they're running away to Nashville together tomorrow.
She asks if I'm happy.
I tell her the truth: her boyfriend is in a cheap motel right now, in bed with her best friend. And those pretty promises about Nashville? He's planning to use her up and throw her away.
She doesn't believe me. Of course she doesn't.
But I know the motel. I know the room number. And I know what's behind that door.
If she walks away from him tonight, everything changes — for both of us.

...

"Elena, do you know what you're getting yourself into?" Layla, my best friend asked sounding concerned.

All for the right reasons though. I smirked, crossing my legs.

"He is rich, he is handsome, he is powerful..." A sly smile graced my lips "Noah Reynolds, is my target"

...

Elena Vasquez was a professional con artist, and this time she’d set her sights higher than ever: the cold-hearted billionaire, Noah Reynolds. When he mistakes her for his fiancée, Elena plays along. This was supposed to be her biggest game yet.

But the closer she gets, the harder it becomes to keep the mask on. Because Noah isn’t just another target; he’s the one man who makes her heart falter... The feelings were starting to feel real.

When the real bride-to-be returns, Elena finds herself caught in a dangerous triangle of lies, loyalty, and love. If Noah uncovers the truth, she could lose everything

Unless… he can’t remember.

I was raised by the Smith family for twenty years. The moment their real daughter returned, I was kicked out without hesitation.

The position of design director? Given to the real daughter.
The marriage worth a fortune? Also given to her.

The whole company waited to see the “bastard” make a fool of herself.

Until a globally limited motorcycle, one of only twenty in the world, stopped at the company entrance.
A roguishly handsome man leaned over it and said, “Sis, come home with your brother.”

The entire Smith family was stunned speechless.

Only later did they learn—
I was Master A, the artist that masters around the world lined up to meet.
I was the holder of every award winning patent in Smith Group.
And I was the daughter of the legendary family as wealthy as a nation. The true heiress.

The powerful CEO pulled out the long sealed engagement contract, a faint smile on his lips.

“So it turns out… you’re my fiancée.”

Stella sacrificed her body for Adrian, only to discover she was nothing more than a replacement for her sister, Clara. Adrian deeply loves Clara and sees Stella as nothing but a gold digger. Heartbroken and betrayed, she decides to leave and start a new life. But when she walks away, Adrian desperately tries to get her back, offering money in exchange for her love. Just as he thinks he can take her back, Stella’s five mafia brothers appear. They glare at Adrian, sneering, “She’s our mafia princess. You’re not fit to have her.”

One minute I placed the romance novel under my pillow and layed down. The next, I woke up in silk sheets... in a stranger’s bed.

Plot twist? I’d just bought the book and hadn’t read a single freaking page.

Now I’m stuck inside a story I know nothing about. I don’t know who the villain is, who’s disposable, or if I’m scheduled to die in chapter ten with a tragic backstory and dramatic thunder in the background. All I’ve got is my love for obsessive CEOs, mafia bad boys, stalkers in designer suits… and enough secondhand smut knowledge to navigate this hellhole.

Enter him—the walking red flag in a tailored Armani suit. Cold, filthy rich, dangerously hot, and just unstable enough to ruin my life and whisper sweet nothings while doing it. He’s supposed to be the overbearing CEO… so why does he act like a whipped golden retriever every time I breathe near another man?

Oh, but it gets worse.

His stunning, ice-queen “best friend” is glaring at me like she wants to lace my coffee with poison and toss me off a balcony wrapped in designer drapes. Honey, I’ve read enough dark romance to know your type—and I’m not playing nice. Try me. I’ve got plot armor and a sharp tongue, and I’m not afraid to use either.

He wants to own me. She wants to erase me.

But I didn’t crawl into this book just to die a cliché. I came to survive, stir drama, and maybe even seduce the male lead into a very spicy alternate ending.

This isn’t just a story. It’s a battlefield in high heels—and I’m about to set the plot on fire.

In my last life, I was killed by the wife I loved most. Reborn once again—will I fail this time too? When magic that sweeps across the world descends, in this life, love finally breaks through the curse.

Everyone thought Astrid married up.
What they didn't know-she was always the one out of his league.
For two years, Astrid was the silent force behind the Ellsworth empire. She played the obedient wife, stayed out of the spotlight, and turned a crumbling corporation into a market leader-all while being treated like a disposable accessory.
When her husband Kieran brought home his "true love" and asked for a divorce, she didn't cry.
He thought she'd fall apart without him.
Instead, she rose-faster, higher, and fiercer than anyone imagined.
Now, world-class corporations fight for her signature.
Top medical institutes beg for her guidance.
Powerful men compete for her heart.
And her ex?
He's watching, helpless, as the woman he threw away becomes the one woman he can never reach again.
Now he kneels, pleading for forgiveness.
She doesn't even slow down.

Betrayed by the man she once called husband, Cassia Munroe learned the hard way that love doesn’t always come with loyalty. She was never his first choice, but their child was everything. And when she asked for a divorce, she was forced to make the most painful sacrifice of all… leaving her five-year-old daughter behind.
That loss became her fire.
Years later, the world knows her name — not as the woman Frederick Jones discarded, but as a self-made powerhouse. A world-class chef. A renowned fitness mogul. A secret cybersecurity genius. A billionaire investor who could crush empires with a single trade.
But the man who broke her has no idea that the empire she built was born from the ashes he left her in.
Now Frederick wants what he once threw away. Yet Cassis’s heart is no longer his to claim.
Because a mysterious man just shook the world with a single tweet:
“My wife is the most beautiful woman alive.
And the photo attached?
Cassia Munroe.
The woman everyone thought was broken has just become the one thing every billionaire in the world wants.

Althea and Tyler are couple for 3 years, on the fourth year, Althea noticed the indifferent attitude of Tyler. He was cold and distant. Althea did not know why.
One night, Althea decided to come to Tyler's group study, but to her shock, she saw Tyler cheating on her, he even denied his relationship with her in front of everyone.
They broke up, and after 6 years, they met again. But Althea already have a child.

Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz.

In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal.

Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her.

The image of him being happy and loving with my best friend felt like betrayal. It felt like he had launched a knife into my heart while I was struggling to breathe.
How could he betray me this way? How could he betray me with my best friend? "
You said you loved me." I cried out and brushed the tears running down my face away.
He stared at me, and the coldness in his eyes mirrored the one his mother always had for me. "That was my greatest mistake." I felt cold.
Once Imela believed love was enough, now not anymore. Love was just another lie that the weak believed in to keep them from seeing the truth: that there was no place for people like them in this world.

Harder baby! Harder!!”

Kevin's office door had been left ajar just by an inch; however, this gap was used to its maximum capacity in revealing the savage moans coming from Rosa’s oldest friend.

Rosa wasn't the one to tell anyone how to live their life, but couldn't this be saved for anywhere else but the office? Kevin would be disappointed if he caught her.

The startled Luna decided to give away her surprise and call her husband to tell him that she was at his office instead of meeting Sandra who sounded VERY occupied.

Barely a moment later her husband's ringtone flowed out of the office, intertwining with the sounds of Sandra and her lover's intimacy. So she had his phone, too?

Rosa didn't want to humiliate her friend but she also didn't want to leave without seeing Kevin, so she gave a few knocks of courtesy before blocking her eyes and stepping into the office.

“Rosa?” A hoarse, deep voice huffed out her name.

Her fingers fell from her hand with a feverish tremble, unveiling an unbelievable horror.

Her mate had thrown another woman over his desk and was buried as far as he could go into. His hands were firmly planted on her hips and there were fresh ‘lovebites’ over the woman, Sandra, her childhood friend.

Evelyn's world shatters when she discovers her husband, Hunter, is having an affair with her own sister, Sophia. But that's not the only devastating truth - Hunter reveals he never loved Evelyn, and their marriage was only a promise to her father. Heartbroken and betrayed, Evelyn demands a divorce. But as she navigates the treacherous landscape of her own family's secrets and lies, she begins to realize that nothing is as it seems. Will Evelyn find the strength to rise from the ashes, or will the truth destroy her forever?

"Sign it."
Three years of marriage, ended in two words. Lisa had walked down that aisle in her step-cousin's place, believing love might find her. It didn't. Drex Drane barely spoke to her. Barely looked at her. But she stayed—until Cassie returned, his first love, the woman who left him at the altar.
Drex filed for divorce the same day. Threw her out the same night.
Then came the car, speeding toward them both. He had a choice: the woman who stayed, or the woman who left.
He ran past Lisa. He saved Cassie. Left her bleeding on the pavement, her last hope shattered.
That was when Lisa Red died. And when she vowed to return.
Five years later, she's the untouchable, unforgettable billionaire. The woman he discarded is now the woman every eye follows. Including his.
But when Drex finally stands before her, desperate to explain, she looks right through him and smiles:
"Do I know you?"

"Xin," Isabel calls sweetly when he enters her room. Maybe he had come to stay the night. It would be nice.
She had always wanted to please him, to make him accept her and treat her as the wife that she was.
But the man remains as cold as always. He does not say a word. Instead, he extends a document toward her.
Confused, she takes a look, and tears form in her eyes when she realizes that it is a divorce agreement. His name is already signed.
"You want us divorced? Did I do something wrong?" she asks as a tear falls from her eyes. "Xin, we have been married for one year! Why are you doing this to me?"
But, as usual, he doesn't say a word. He turns around and walks away, as though she wasn't talking to him.
"Keep dreaming! I am not signing this," Isabel says, throwing it away. She had tried so much to be a good wife to him, but he had even touched me.
Next evening.
"Birdie, do you have any idea where Xin is? He hasn't come home since yesterday," she asks over the phone.
Birdie is silent for a while. Then he sighs. "Miss, I think you need to know this. His ex-girlfriend returned. He is with her right now," he says.
"Send me his address!" she shouts and gets out of bed. But when she sees the two of them, her heart goes numb.
He has that smile on his face as he looks at that woman, one that Isabel had never seen before. She realizes that he was never hers to begin with.
Crying, she goes back home, signs the divorce agreement, and leaves.
…
Xin walks to his house, but no one is waiting for him like he used to.
"Where is she?" He begins speaking, but he stops when he remembers that she is gone.
"Damn it!" He curses and makes a call. "Find out where my wife is!" He orders.
…
Two years later,
"Wife, I missed you so much. Will you give me a kiss?"
Will she give in to him even after she realizes that he is the villain who took away her dad's company?
What about his hidden identity? Would she still want to associate with him?

Caught in a web of betrayal, Nicole’s life shatters in a single evening when her mother-in-law, Veronica, sets her up in an elaborate scheme.
Blindsided, Nicole faces her husband Taylor’s cold rage as he casts her out of his life and home, accusing her of infidelity and theft. As she tries to defend herself, her best friend, Sarah, adds another blow by denying their loyalty.
“Please, Taylor, you have to believe me!” Nicole pleads, her voice breaking, but his icy response is a dagger to her heart. “I don’t hate you, Nicole,” he sneers. “I despise you.”
When Nicole reveals she’s pregnant, she hopes for compassion, but it only fuels Veronica’s determination to rid the family of her.
After signing the divorce papers, a dejected Nicole wanders alone, where a brutal attack leaves her bleeding, helpless, and desperate to protect her unborn child.
Six years later, Nicole returns from the ashes to inflict seven times the pains upon those who humiliated her and left her to die.
“I’ll make them pay so dearly that they’d regret ever been born!” She declares.
This is a story of romance and revenge you don’t want to miss!

I’m Jasmine Harris. The day I was diagnosed with a brain tumor, I also found out I was pregnant. But my secret husband, Sean Gray, was too busy bringing his first love home to notice me falling apart. That night, he pinned me down and sneered, “If I don’t touch you, how am I supposed to give you a child?”

So I stopped begging for love. I lost the baby, left his company, and returned to the AI world I had once abandoned. On stage, I became brilliant again—while Sean finally began to see the woman he had buried for three years.

But his beloved Kayla appeared with a robot shockingly close to my own design. Was it genius, coincidence… or theft? And if my time is running out, who will survive the final summit—her lie, Sean’s regret, or me?

"I want a divorce."
Rowan took the papers from her and signed it without hesitation. "Don't regret this later," he said as he marked his signature on the required space.
"Trust me, I won't," she said and snatched it back from him once he was done.
After three years of marriage to her childhood crush, Astrid is forced to let go when her husband's first love returns—with a child in tow. Blinded by the past, Rowan chooses the woman who once left him, over the loyal wife who stood by him. But Astrid knows her worth. She walks away not just from a loveless marriage, but into a life of ambition and power.
Unbeknownst to Rowan, the woman he so easily discarded becomes the mysterious business mogul taking the corporate world by storm. Now, as her name echoes through boardrooms and headlines, he begins to realize what he truly lost.
Regret burns in his heart. Desire resurfaces.
But will he be able to win her back when she is the center of many hearts? Will he be able to mend the broken heart he had destroyed?

Prologue-
He felt nothing for Isabelle Lancaster, his ex-wife, anymore. apart from shame, obviously, that he had ever associated with such scum. Everybody had warned him when he had married her with such haste, that soon or later, blood spoke, and her blood was from a stripper – a prostitute. Nikolas had been angry on his wife’s behalf then. But then, they had been right. Blood had indeed spoken and like a true hussy, his dear wife had decided to open her legs for the first man, she had been left alone with.
Now he was angry at himself and no one else.
But it was going to be over soon. After three years of separation from his volatile English ex-wife, Nikolas Dimitriou was ready to move on. This time he was going to marry a respectable Greek woman. A woman who would live amicable with his family and settle well into his life. Instead of turning it into a circus.

But there was one big problem. They still hadn’t signed the divorce papers. Deciding to go to London himself to dispose of this marriage and also pick up his three-year-old daughter so that she could attend his wedding, seemed to be a simple enough thing.
Except, a single look at Isabelle seemed to have opened a pandora’s box inside of him. There was poison everywhere and he loved it still!

As James's secret lover for five years, I thought being gentle and obedient would eventually win his heart.
But God played a cruel joke - I was diagnosed with heart failure and only had months to live.
When his true love returned, I was abandoned.
Without causing any drama, I left him quietly, not even taking a penny from him...
Continuously updating, with 3 chapters added daily.

Ashley Sullivan is forced to marry Edwin King, the ruthless heir rumored to be dying, all to replace her sister. But this mute bride hides a powerful secret—she’s a miracle doctor.
On their wedding night, she realizes Edwin is the same man she saved the night before, the one who stole her first kiss. He plans to humiliate her, but she shocks him by taming his wild tiger and saving his grandmother with a single needle.
When he demands to know who she really is, Ashley meets him with a cold smile and a needle at his throat. “Mr. King, it’s time we settle the score.”

“Olivia must never find out about this,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

“Relax, wild cat,” Dylan murmurs against my mouth. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

Olivia Sterling has been my best friend since we were kids. She only ever gave me one rule: Stay away from her older brother.

Dylan Sterling is everything I should avoid. Arrogant. Dangerous. The kind of guy who breaks hearts for fun. I knew that long before the night I kissed him.

Now we are sneaking around behind Olivia’s back. Studying at her house turns into stolen moments in empty rooms. One secret kiss becomes something much harder to control.

The worst part is that I should feel guilty. Instead, I think I might be falling for him.

But if Olivia finds out the truth about us, I could lose the most important friendship of my life.

So the real question is simple.

How long can we keep this secret before everything falls apart?

Five years ago, her boyfriend sunk to the lowest of his career, having no other options, Karen worked hard to find evidence to clear his name. Without help from anybody, Karen turned to Ava her best friend for help. Ava found a way for her to earn money. It involved selling her ovum. They had agreed to use artificial means to harvest her ovum, but the buyer changed his mind. The buyers locked her in a dark room.
Then, a man appeared in the darkness and tortured her a day and a night. Later, Karen received the money and successfully cleared Sage's name, sending him to new heights in his career. When Sage reached the top of the entertainment world, he decided to abandon her and cheated on her with Ava.He said Karen was disgusting. He looked down on her for giving  her dignity to another man.
However, she had done it all for his sake.Worst still, five days after Sage dumped her, she found out from a news on tv that Sage and Ava were engaged.It was a big blow to her face!So out of betrayal, Karen showed up at their engagement party.  Karen approached a complete stranger and kissed him.
Grey Crawley, the CEO of the Crawley' Corporation, had no interest in women of any kind.One evening, at a party with his family, he was surprised when a girl walked up to him and gave him a kiss on the lips. Following that one decisive kiss, he vowed to claim her as his own.

Clarissa Wang thought getting into her dream Ivy League university would be the best day of her life until she walked in on her boyfriend tangled in bed with another girl. Heartbroken and humiliated, she finds solace at her sister's appointment, only to find it already occupied by someone from her past, her enigmatic step-cousin, Damien.
Tall, brooding, and dangerously charming, Damien has just transferred from the U.S., carrying secrets and scars that run deep. The tension between them ignites instantly, fueled by forbidden memories and undeniable chemistry. But family ties and dark oaths make their attraction taboo.
As Clarissa tries to rebuild her life, she finds herself torn between the boy who betrayed her and the man she was never supposed to want. When a drugged drink, a bear assault, and a steamy night threaten to expose their secret, Clarissa's world spirals into chaos. And when Damien is framed for a murder he didn't commit, Clarissa must decide: walk away, or risk everything to prove his innocence.
Love, betrayal, and obsession collide in this steamy college romance where every kiss is a sin… and every secret could be deadly.
Forbidden never felt so right. But what happens when love becomes a crime

"Me? Confessing to him? He’s not even worthy."

The second before I was supposed to confess to the school hunk, my memories came flooding back. The "idiot" was gone. I snapped back at him instantly.

"Is this ugly fool crazy today? How dare she talk to him like that? Does she have a death wish? Hahaha!" The crowd jeered.

I looked at my mocking classmates, my gaze turning ice-cold.

They had no idea. I was the Perfect Subject—the crown jewel of Organization X. Bred for peak intelligence and physical perfection, mastering more skills than they could count.

But the Organization got greedy. They wanted to harvest my genes to create a mindless army, turning me into a mere object. I slaughtered them all and escaped, but not before being hit by a top-secret toxin that left me in a "foolish" state for three long years.

For three years, I was the school's punching bag. The "ugliest girl," the "local idiot," the one everyone stepped on.

Campus bullying? Assassins from the Organization? Every bottom-feeder thinks they can trample over me.

They have no idea who they’re messing with.

Now that I’ve awakened, whether it’s the school bullies or the shadows of the Organization—I’m going to make every single one of them pay. Tenfold.

I was the wolfless twin. The rejected bride. The daughter marked for death.

They didn't realize they weren't killing a girl—they were breaking a seal.

​On my wedding day, my fated mate didn’t say "I do." He said, "I reject you."

​Luke Blackwood didn't want a Luna without a wolf, so he chose my twin sister instead. Humiliated and hunted by my own father, I was forced to flee into the territory of the one man my pack feared most: Aiden Stormrider, the ruthless Alpha King and billionaire CEO of Crescent

​Aiden thinks I’m a pawn to be used against my father. He thinks I’m a weak Omega seeking refuge.

​He’s wrong.

​Deep inside me, something ancient is waking up. It’s not just one wolf—it’s five. Five fractured personalities, each with their own deadly powers, born from a prophecy that says I will end the age of Alphas.

​As the Dragon Wolf rises, I will reclaim my throne. My sister wants my legacy? She can have the ashes. My mate wants my forgiveness? He can beg while I burn his world down.

​Aiden Stormrider wants my heart... but he’ll have to survive the five monsters living inside it first.

​They wanted a sacrifice. They got a Queen.

"Someone is right behind you."
It's the most common comment I get in the chat during my late-night streams.
But when that exact phrase abruptly hijacked my screen, spammed in bold, blood-red letters, my blood ran completely cold.
Because deep down, I knew. This time, they weren't joking.
It was real.