10000 Book(s) Related to after they betrayed me i became the golden alpha s luna

The second the graduation ceremony ended, my parents took us all to the nicest restaurant in town.

They said they wanted to properly celebrate having "two graduates" in the family.

Pierce, my boyfriend of four years, showed up last with a huge bouquet of champagne roses in his arms.

I'd just gotten up from my chair when he walked right past me and handed the whole bouquet to my friend Brooke. "Happy graduation. No crying, okay?"

My mom was all smiles, going on about how thoughtful Pierce always was.

Then he caught my eye and hesitated. He tugged one rose free from the bunch and held it out to me. "You're not really into this kind of thing anyway, right?"

So that was my graduation gift from my boyfriend. One stem he'd pulled out of another girl's bouquet without a second thought.

Once we sat down, the conversation quickly turned to jobs.

Brooke looked miserable as she told us she hadn't heard back from a single place she'd applied to.

Pierce put down his fork and knife right away. "Come work at my family's hotel. Pick any job you want. I've got you."

My brother leaned in too. "My company's hiring right now. I can refer you. It's literally one phone call."

My dad gave her a sympathetic look. "Don't stress. You're so talented, good companies are going to be fighting over you."

The three of them crowded around her with ideas, each one trying harder than the last.

I'd just graduated too, but when it came to me, my dad barely gave it a thought. "Clara can just grab whatever job she can get. It's not like she can afford to be picky."

My mom nodded. "If anybody's willing to take you, just be grateful."

I stuck the rose in the water glass in front of me. The stem was too long and the glass was too shallow, so it slumped against the rim. No matter how I set it, it wouldn't stay up.

Just like me in this family. However hard I tried, I could never find my footing. Whether I was there or not, it made no difference to anyone.

Fine. Then I'd leave.

I'd go somewhere as far away from them as I could get, and this time I wasn't coming back.

The best deal I ever made in my life was selling my blood to a vampire.

I was a broke, permanently starving werewolf who needed ten times the food a normal person did just to feel full.

Evan was a vampire heir with a blood allergy, the kind where the smell alone made him sick and dizzy. Somehow his life was worse than mine.

Except my blood didn't trigger it. He never reacted to me.

So he pulled out his card. "I'll keep you fed. You let me feed off you."

This wasn't a vampire. This was a walking meal ticket.

For the next three years, he was the perfect meal buddy. Five meals a day, and he never once complained. Once I finished and let out a satisfied burp, it was his turn, just a small sip, nothing more.

Then, the year we graduated, he got a call from his family. He had to fly back to Europe that same night.

Before he left, I figured I'd thank him for three years of generosity. I pulled my collar aside.

"Go ahead, take more this time. Consider it a going-away present."

He hesitated, then leaned in.

But this time, once his teeth were in, he couldn't stop.

By the time he pulled back, horrified at himself, I already had a hand pressed to my neck, and everything went dark.

"Sloane, where there's smoke, there's fire. If you're really clean, why is it only burning you?"
In my last life, when those fabricated hotel records went viral on the company Slack, I scrambled to explain. I cried. I begged.
What I got was a suspension, a blacklist, and a foster mother who died on a hospital bed because I could no longer pay for her meds.
The person who started it all? Walked right over my corpse into a partnership.
Then I opened my eyes—and I was back. Three days before the promotion list dropped.
I stared at the pixelated "explicit screenshot" on my screen, and I didn't cry. Didn't rage.
I just smiled and hit screen record.
This time, I'm not proving I'm clean.
I'm proving they're guilty.

My husband's first love was in trouble.
When the news came, I was lying on the operating table.
Dr. Miller put down his scalpel and said to Dr. Johnson, "I'll leave my wife's surgery to you."

"If I don’t go now, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

With that, he turned and walked away.
Watching my husband's retreating figure, I couldn't hold back—tears fell.
The next second, the cold blade of a scalpel touched my skin.

Dr. Johnson spoke calmly, "Why the tears? With me here, you'll be fine."

My fiancée's father called me a stray dog, worse than trash.
My rival forced me to crawl between his legs and trampled me into the mud.
They all thought I was just a piece of trash to be trampled on at will.
But they didn't know that I endured humiliation and hardship for a shocking secret order.

When he found out I’d injured my leg and couldn't scrub in to deliver the billionaire's baby tomorrow, my boyfriend’s first reaction wasn't concern. He gritted his teeth and snapped, "Hannah, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Why today of all days? Are you really throwing away your entire career just to spite me?!"
I didn't argue. I just stared at the medical chart labeled Eleanor Whitlock, my fingers trembling.
In my past life, I took this assignment. I was drugged and locked in a supply closet. A few hours later, the mother and baby were dead—and the security footage showed a nurse with my face poisoning them. I died in a damp prison cell, branded a murderer.
Reborn into this life, I just wanted to escape this fatal trap.
But somehow, the security cameras had once again captured "me" walking into that delivery room.

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.

"Do you enjoy this? Ignoring me like I don't exist? Do you have any idea how humiliating this feels, waiting for you like some fool?" After three years of a cold, loveless marriage, Selene Henderson finally gathers the courage to walk away from her distant billionaire husband, Sebastian Kingsley.
She's ready to file for divorce... until a tragic accident changes everything. When Sebastian wakes up with no memory of the woman he once pushed away, Selene finds herself trapped in a marriage she was desperate to escape—this time with a man who suddenly looks at her like she's his whole world.
But can love born from broken memories survive the truth of their painful past? Or will the secrets she's been hiding destroy them all over again?
"Are you always this shy around your own husband, wife?" his voice dropped into a low, dangerous growl, his hands anchoring me against the wall.
"We didn't... we didn't use to do this," I gasped, trying to look away from his piercing gaze.
He leaned in, his breath hot against my lips. "Then your body has a better memory than my brain. Because right now, it's telling me you belong exactly right here."

My boyfriend came from a family with more money than they could ever spend. In seven years together, he'd never given me a gift. After proposing, he'd asked for the diamond ring back so he could return it. When we were supposed to get married at the courthouse, he decided even the license fee was a waste of money.

Then he married the girl he'd grown up with and booked the city's most expensive hotel for the engagement party he'd promised her.

The shock brought on my grandmother's heart attack. While the hospital tried to save her, I went down on my knees and begged him to return the wages he'd been keeping for me. I needed that money for her medical bills and the care I hoped she'd live to need.

He put an arm around his new wife and pretended he didn't know me. He said he didn't support beggars too lazy to work, then had security throw me out.

Grandma died on New Year's Eve, with fireworks going off outside.

While everyone else celebrated, I handled her funeral alone. I also accepted a job overseas.

When I went home for my passport, he was in a good mood after visiting his family with his childhood sweetheart. He thought I was sulking. For the first time, he made me a generous offer.

“Oh, come on. How bad can things be with your grandmother? I'll give you a big wedding. Let her show off a little.”

He didn't know that the moment Grandma stopped breathing, I stopped wanting to marry him.

In bed, he gripped my hips, whispering, "Principessa." In public, he was Cosimo—the ruthless mafia don who dismissed me with an icy, "Piccola."
For three years after he bought me, he never touched me. But a year ago, when Caterina returned, everything changed. He became a man possessed, tearing my dresses to shreds in the dead of night, claiming me with wild fury. He even promised to marry me in seven days.
On a storm-drenched afternoon, clutching my positive pregnancy test, I rushed to his private club to surprise him.
But as my hand touched the doorknob, Cosimo’s cold warning drifted through the door.
"Marcellino, know your place as a double. My things—especially Serenella—are strictly off-limits."
My blood ran cold. I peeked through the gap.
Cosimo sat on the sofa, completely indifferent. And by the pool table stood a man with a face identical to his.

Six months ago, a deadly dose of ricin was secretly dropped into my drink. The toxic substance has been relentlessly destroying my body ever since, and my time is nearly up.

Today, my physical strength has completely faded, leaving me with only seventy-two hours to draw breath.

On the brink of my impending death, I gave in and consented to give my remaining kidney to my sister. Overflowing with joy, my fiancé pledged on his allegiance to our crime family that he would spend his remaining days making amends to me.

When my sister faced trial before the mob council for embezzling millions from our illegal bank accounts—a scheme she executed using my financial blueprints—I stepped into the chamber and took full responsibility for the crime.

My parents offered warm smiles, expressing relief that I had finally grown into a dutiful daughter. Through their eyes, I have at last become the ideal soldier and bride for our family.

So why will they be weeping uncontrollably when they stand over my icy, lifeless body?

The happiest day of her life became her worst nightmare. Not only was Tana left on the altar by her mate on her wedding day, but she was also rejected by her mate, the alpha of the middle forest, who chose her stepsister over her. She was exiled from the pack, and forced to drink a potion to break the bond with her mate, which left her in immense pain that led to the disconnection between her and her wolf, phoenix.

She found herself facing the cruelty of life as she tried to survive as a rogue outside her pack. However, fate played it part, and she stumbled upon the alpha of the HellGuard pack, Jackson, who had feelings for her since their youth but couldn't recognize her with her new transformation caused by the potion she took.

Will she be able to get her revenge on the alpha of the middle forest for the unforgettable pain he caused while trying to survive outside her pack? Will Jackson find out that she is the woman he had loved for years?

Five years ago, I was drugged by my stepsister. Given the necessity to cover my tuition, I ultimately accepted the situation. I felt his scalding breath against my ear, his rough fingers grazing my inner thighs, igniting a numb, electric ache. His hard cock pressed against my soaked pussy, driving my heartbeat wild, my body instinctively arching, craving deeper thrust.
After that reckless night, I left in disgrace, only to find myself pregnant with triplets.
Five years later, I returned as a shining new talent in the medical field, ready to take revenge on my stepmother, stepsister and father.
Then Harrison Frost appeared, gazing at the tiny versions of himself, urging them to call him "Dad."
He peeled off his shirt, grinning. "Hey, wanna relive that night's heat?"

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

Alda's dreamy wedding night turns into a nightmare when a mysterious text from her sister unveils her husband Tyler's shocking betrayal. Desperate for answers, Alda confronts Tyler, only to discover a truth that leaves her shattered. As the icy silence of deception envelops their once-happy home, Alda is faced with a choice: succumb to the pain or emerge stronger than ever. In this riveting tale of heartbreak and resilience, she is ready to make him suffer as she serves him karma on a silver plate.

Dear readers, I'm sorry — due to personal reasons, I can no longer keep updating. Thank you for understanding.

For five years, I was his stand-in bride—a wife who looked like the one he truly wanted. I held his hand through blindness. Rebuilt his world. Buried my dreams to be what he needed.
The day his real love came back? He slid a check across the table. "We're done."
I walked out with a shattered heart. Five years by his side, and it meant nothing the moment she showed up.
But when you hit rock bottom, there's only one way to go.
I'm done being anyone's shadow. I'm taking back my life. My light.
And when he comes crawling back, begging for another chance?
Too late.

I spent ten years following Ashton around like it was my job. He said jump, I jumped. He said he was hungry, I went and made him a sandwich. His homework, his fights, his messes — I handled all of it. I thought that's what being close to someone meant.
Then at the fall pep rally, in front of two thousand people, he strapped me to a platform, blasted me with paint, and let his girlfriend laugh at me through a megaphone.
I was the punchline. I threw up on camera. The video went viral before I even hit the ground.
So I did the one thing nobody expected — I vanished. New school, new city, new number. Every trace of him, gone.
I thought that was the end of it.
But Ashton doesn't let go of what he thinks is his. And what he's willing to do to drag me back? I wasn't even close to ready for that.

The day his fiancée returned his ring, his best friend was already holding her hand. His family signed the papers before the ink dried. His guild threw away his name like a receipt.
Ethan Cole was labeled F-Rank — the lowest of the low. Trash. Not worth a second glance.
They were right about one thing: no standard scanner could read his System.
Because the Primordial System doesn't show up on standard scanners.
Now Ethan mops floors in the same building where his enemies make decisions. He listens to conversations no one thinks he can hear. Every night, he descends alone into an unregistered dungeon beneath the city — hunting, growing, and waiting.
They discarded him.
They have no idea what they threw away.

“You’re dripping,” he groaned. “You hear that? You’re making a mess all over me.”


He's the school's willful billionaire bad boy— hot, tall, handsome who made her fall and loosen herself for him just to find out it was all a lie.

A bet.

Well, two can dance a tango, right?

A comeback is all she needs. One that would make the so-called dangerous bad boy fall to his knees.

It wasn't just a game to him.

What if there's something more…

A facade he's hiding behind?

WARNING: Contains strong vulgar languages, sexual scenes, erotic contents, triggering situations, and lots more.

After being reborn, the first thing my sister and I did was swap our grooms.
In our past life, my gentle sister Elara married Felix Hawthorne, the mafia godfather of Marconi City. Surrounded by a domineering sister-in-law and a scheming, manipulative other woman, she was slowly driven into a corner and died of a broken heart.
Meanwhile, I married the polite, illegitimate son of the Graves family. He was a perfect gentleman, but he just didn't love me. Our marriage lasted three years, and we were separated for two and a half of them.
Then one day, Elara and I woke up at the exact same moment—we had been reborn, back to the very morning we were supposed to sign our marriage agreements...

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…"

Following the betrayal of her boyfriend and adoptive sister, Vanessa found herself pregnant without any knowledge of her baby's father.
And five years later, she never deterred from her goal of finding her real parents. But her quest was interrupted when she met Alfred Whittaker, the president of G.I conglomerate and the most revered tycoon in the city.
Not only did Alfred claim custody of her baby, but he also wanted her to marry him, to go against every logic she had ever constructed around herself.
And as the path to achieving her dreams became narrower, she was left with no choice but to confront her fears; to marry Alfred.


As Vanessa navigates through life with Alfred, more contending forces stand in her way. What if the answer to her quest lies within his family? And what if those answers will the catalyst for the strength of their bond or its destruction?

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

“I will call you, and you will come, everytime. If I want you on your knees, you get on your knees. If I want you on the bed, you get on the fucking bed. You belong to me. You are my pet. Mine. You said you would do anything to live? This is what it will cost. I am a very dangerous man with dangerous enemies, and friends. You do what I want and I let you be. You tell me no, and I shatter your jaw. Do you fucking understand me?” He snarls, waving his gun in the air.

I don’t understand but I nod still. “Okay.”

“You have a very skilful mouth. If I catch you fucking around, I’ll make you beg for death. You belong to Nathaniel Bianchi. Don’t ever forget that.” He seethes, and I nod.

“Yes, I belong to you.”

I don’t want to belong to him, but I want to live, and if this is the price to pay, then I will.


Asher witnessed what he shouldn’t have. A murder that shattered his world. Nathaniel Bianchi is a Don on a mission. For over a decade, he has hunted the people responsible for his parents’ deaths, and now that search has led him to Asher Donovan, an innocent chef he is determined to claim and to taint. To survive, Asher agrees to do whatever Nathaniel demands. He doesn’t expect to become Nathaniel’s possession, his pet, but there is no turning back. Boundaries blur, and what begins as control and desire quickly spirals into something deeper, something more dangerous than either of them anticipated.

Both men carry demons, Nathaniel’s are dark and lethal, Asher’s are buried and raw, but they are willing to fight for a chance at each other.

On an August morning in 2010, the Mississippi gave up a corpse that shattered Willowbend’s quiet calm.
Half-eaten by catfish, the body was beyond recognition.
Most believed it was just another rainy-season drowning.
Only Dean, a disgraced New York cop, saw something else: murder.
As he follows the trail, Dean is drawn to Tara, the town’s newest arrival. She is wealthy, magnetic, untamed—the kind of woman who burns too bright to ignore.
The first time they had sex, Tara cuffed Dean to the bed.
The next morning, Dean wakes to a message from the coroner: a reconstructed image of the victim.
The face staring back is hauntingly familiar.
It looks almost exactly like Tara, still sleeping beside him.
Who was the dead woman?
Who is Tara?
And what secrets lie waiting in this river town’s depths?

WARNING: {R18+ ROMANCE}{Explicit sexual content}


"I only want you, Theia. Always have always will and this shall never change. How could I ever want another when I possess the one I solely exist for?"

"Phobos," I call his name fondly a need to hug him and breathe in his calming scent surfaces.

"I do not wish to treat you like you are made of glass because you aren't. Your body was made for me and it can handle everything I choose to give it. And this I will prove it to you."

"When?" I ask breathlessly as he ultimately turns around to meet my curious eyes. Golden rings outline his irises his beast announcing his presence and they stand as one before me. A wicked smile paints his face with a flash of canine displayed to me. A promise he gives that I will be ruthlessly devoured.

"When I fuck you senseless."


After years of excruciating loneliness, Phobos approached me. A frightening beast, my soulmate who emerged from within the bounds of a ruthless thundering storm. The male I yearned for. He caught me off guard and I was under the spell he cast through his ocean eyes. A spell I couldn't defeat and that very moment I knew I was in trouble. The second our eyes met I knew he would bring me endless heartache.

We were childhood friends, him and I. Phobos the gentle and playful juvenile I grew up with and looked up to as a pup vanished and was replaced by a cold-hearted barbarian, he terrified me as he killed many with a blink of his eyes. No regret, no concern his beast often in control surging forward consuming his senses. They were equals.

How can I connect with a beast like him? How could I make him call me his? How can I love my childhood friend who has become a merciless monster?


#TBVC is a childhood friends to lovers dark romance erotic series with an age gap of 9 years between the protagonists. It will be a rollercoaster ride of emotions but will also have tons of delicious spice to heat you up. I truly hope you enjoy it my little wolves!

I am a wedding planner. On the day of the wedding ceremony, the bride ran away, and the groom blamed me for it, even forcing me to become his bride.
This was absolutely ridiculous!
What was even more ridiculous was that when I was two months pregnant, this heartless man threw me a divorce agreement—he wanted to divorce me!
He was the one who forced me to marry him, and he was also the one who wanted to divorce me!
What did he take me for? A sex toy? Desperately needed when convenient, then discarded like trash when no longer useful!
I left him in anger and gave birth to our child alone.
When we met again, I had become a shining movie star under the spotlight, with countless fans and admirers!
He looked at me in disbelief, utterly shocked...

"Your husband is celebrating his first love tonight. If you want to know, come to the Grand Aurora Hotel."
I always believed my marriage to Adrian was everything—solid, loving, unshakeable.
Until the night I received that mysterious message.
When I walked into the Grand Aurora Hotel, I saw the truth with my own eyes:my husband celebrating the anniversary of his first love with another woman.
In front of a room full of guests, he placed a diamond necklace around her neck...and then handed me divorce papers without a second thought.
Humiliated, discarded, and mocked by the world, I lost my marriage, my reputation, and even my boutique overnight.
But this is not a story about my fall.
It's about my rise.
With the help of my loyal team, I rebuild my career from the ground up, reclaim my name, and expose every lie that once tried to destroy me.
And just when the truth finally surfaces, Adrian comes crawling back—begging for forgiveness.
But I'm no longer the woman he abandoned.
I'm Rosemary.
The wife he threw away.
The designer reborn from the ashes.
And I'm coming back—not for him, but for everything I deserve.

My brother chose my enemy, and the man I loved joined forces with her to sell me into a club.
Pregnancy, miscarriage, imprisonment, beatings—every cry for help I made was dismissed as "just an act."
It wasn't until I was truly dead that they lost their minds, dropping to their knees at my grave and sobbing that they were sorry.
But by then, I could no longer hear them.

Briana Schneider believed she could win Maxim Yoder’s love. Yet, after three years of marriage, all she got were photos of Maxim in bed with another woman-Kiley Schneider, who happened to be Briana’s twin sister. At that point, Briana chose to let go of her quest for Maxim’s affection and moved forward. It seemed like the right decision for both of them. However, when she handed the divorce papers to Maxim, he angrily tore them apart and cornered her against the wall. “We’re not getting a divorce unless I die.” Briana was completely unfazed by Maxim’s wrath. “You can only have either Kiley or me. It’s your decision.” Eventually, Maxim opted for Kiley. Yet, after losing Briana for good, Maxim realized that he was truly in love with her…

He was Steven York, the second master of the York family—wealthy enough to rival nations, cold-blooded, and ruthlessly cruel.
She was Nora Adams, a poor girl driven out of her home by her vampire-like parents.
By a twist of fate, he concealed his identity and had a whirlwind marriage with her.
Nora was a virtuous wife,
yet in his eyes, she was just a money-hungry woman. He looked down on her, speaking to her with sarcasm and disdain.
Unable to endure any longer, Nora exclaimed, "Divorce! We must get a divorce!"
The man sneered coldly, "Don’t regret it!"
During the divorce cooling-off period, one handsome and wealthy man after another appeared beside her.
Suddenly, Steven lost control, pinning her against the wall and kissing her fiercely. "We can’t get divorced! Absolutely not!"
From then on, the young couple’s life was filled with overwhelming sweetness.
Later, when their baby was born, the cold and brutal Steven transformed into a super dad—every day, he was either coaxing the baby and doting on his wife, or on his way to do so.
However, Nora intended to leave after fulfilling the agreement of having the child.
Steven’s eyes turned red as he begged her, "Nora, I was wrong. Don’t leave me!"
In the end, Steven used every means at his disposal, humbling himself to the dust, just to beg her to glance at him again.

Sending a sheer lingerie photo to my ruthless billionaire boss was a complete accident, but him locking his office door, pressing his massive, rock-hard erection against my stomach, and telling me to strip was a threat.

I was drowning in debt, and in a moment of weak empowerment, I snapped a photo of my swollen breasts spilling out of a crimson lace bra, the delicate thong barely hiding my wet, aching pussy. My thumb slipped. The explicit picture went straight to Alexander Grant.

I expected to be fired. Instead, he locked the heavy oak doors of his private office.

He didn't yell. He just trapped me against the wall, his thick thigh shoving aggressively between my legs, rubbing the rough fabric of his suit directly against my dripping center. I let out a pathetic, wet moan as his large hand wrapped around my throat.

"I will pay off every single cent of your debt," his deep voice vibrated against my lips, his thumb brushing my racing pulse. "But in exchange, you will be my exclusive plaything. Your body, your wetness, your tight little cunt—all mine."

I wanted to scream, but my body was completely betraying me. He handed me a velvet box containing the exact same crimson lingerie and ordered me to put it on. When I stepped out of his private bathroom, the lace hugging my hypersensitive nipples, his dark eyes flared with unhinged lust.

He didn't even take off his suit. He just ripped the lace panties down my thighs, shoved two thick fingers deep into my soaking wet vagina, and pumped me hard until I screamed his name.

I signed the contract with my legs still shaking and his musky scent buried deep inside me. But what happens when the monster who bought your body decides he wants to own your soul too?

When your billionaire alpha 🐺 only married you for duty, you rejected him and left for good by faking your death
When you meet again, his eyes on 🔥. He wants to devour you. But he's interrupted.
“Mommy who’s that?” "A stranger."
“Say that again? Who am I to her?!”

After five years of marriage, Dylan returned home drunk and shoved a divorce paper into Jessica's hands, ordering her to sign it.
Jessica Albert is a kind, compassionate woman from a well-respected home. She did all she could to support her husband to become a great man after his family's downfall. But what did he use to pay her back with?
Dylan Robinson, a billionaire CEO of DY Group, is a dark-skinned man, very attractive. Upon his first love's return to their city, he changed and filed for a divorce.
Will Jessica agree to divorce her husband, the man that she loves the most?
Will Jessica sit back or move away to her family house and watch Dylan bring his first lover into their marital home?
Read to find out how Jessica handled her husband and see who came back begging her to forgive him and return back home to him.

He loved to say one line: “You won’t walk away.”

He thought she would never bring herself to divorce him, never bring herself to watch him go bankrupt, never bring herself to see him fall.

So he dared to spoil her with one hand while getting his adopted sister pregnant with the other.

What he didn’t know was that she had already liquidated every asset he had given her and quietly set up her own trust company.

He set his password to her birthday.

She used it to pry apart the very foundation of his empire.

And when he finally dropped to his knees, begging her not to leave, she handed him a sheet of paper.

“Sign it, Mr. Xie. Let’s part ways.”

I was born into a cursed bloodline of witches. My mother told me that every firstborn daughter had to sacrifice the one she loved most to break the chains binding our blood. She said it was the only way to save my child. I lied to myself, and I lied to him, leading him to the altar with my own two hands. But I couldn't survive a single day without him. No curse, no matter how horrific, could ever compare to the sheer ugliness of the human heart. Waking up in that empty house, the truth finally hit me: I had absolutely nothing left.

Reborn seven days before the zombie siege, Shen Lie returns to the day he was tricked into a deadly dark web live stream. Betrayed by his wife and trapped as prey for global wealthy viewers, he uses his stunt skills to layout a counter-kill plan, turning every hunter into the hunted and exposing the bloody evil behind the apocalypse game.

A torrential downpour of strong acid flooded the city, and mutated sea monsters slaughtered buildings. When Chloe, along with burly men from the rugby team, wielding fire axes, frantically smashed down the door, attempting to burn me alive and steal my bottled water, I had already welded the security door firmly into the load-bearing wall.
Faced with the pried-open door, I didn't waste any words and directly used a 20,000-volt electric spear to pierce the strong man's thigh! Then, I coldly pushed the blood-soaked floor outside.
The pungent smell of blood instantly attracted the skeletal behemoths from the water, turning the corridor into a horrific slaughterhouse. I listened coldly to their desperate screams in front of the monitor.
In this desolate wasteland, you think you can survive by stepping on me? Then feed the monsters with your flesh and blood !

I spent three years as a "useless son-in-law," humiliated in public by my wife, all to repay a debt of life-saving gratitude.
That night, she handed me a cup of poisoned wine, smiling as she told me to "disappear from this world."
But she didn't know that the wine served to terminate our contract of protection—and unchained my shackles completely.
When the fighter jets of the Northern Command cast their shadows over the entire estate, she finally knelt in the mud, crying out for "Adrian."
But this time, I will not look back.

After two years of marriage, I finally got pregnant. I rushed to my husband's office with lunch to share the news, but his assistant mistook me for a sugar baby trying to trap the CEO. She dragged me into a back room and dumped scalding coffee on my head. When I tried to explain I was the wife, she laughed and called security. They stripped my clothes, kicked my stomach repeatedly, and destroyed my ultrasound photo. I begged them to call my husband, but they smashed my phone instead. By the time he found me, our baby was gone.

I pursued Kaelzen, Alpha of the Frostfang Tribe, for four years and was about to marry him, only to expose his deception shortly before the wedding. A serious head injury erased all my memories of him. My family arranged a new marriage with the Duskthorn Tribe heir, and I agreed, planning to leave once the Ash Gate opens in seven days. Unaware of my memory loss, Kaelzen still treats me arrogantly, yet he is just a stranger to me now.

I've got a reputation on campus as a doormat with zero dignity. I bring Wyatt Langley food, do his homework, act as his emotional dumping ground. Been at it for a year.

His rich friends mock my cheap clothes and say I'm reaching way out of my league. He never stops them. Sometimes he even laughs along.

Finally, he announces in front of everyone that he's breaking up with me. His first love is coming back from Europe, so I need to get lost.

Everyone's waiting to see me cry.

I glance at the five million dollars that hit my account half an hour ago and say, with complete sincerity, "Okay. Congrats."

What nobody knows is that I put up with him, tolerated his rotten temper, for one simple reason. His mom pays way too well.

Now the money's here. Time to end this arrangement.

So why, the second I walk away, does he start tearing the city apart trying to find me?

I used to believe that marrying my fated mate David was the only light in my dim life—he once swore he would only ever love me. But on our first Christmas after the wedding, he left me alone to face the cold stares at the family gathering, while he was in his collection room, down on one knee, slipping a diamond ring onto my younger sister Sarah’s finger.
I stood there with my palms slick with cold sweat, waiting for his explanation, but all I got was his angry roar: “How can you be jealous of your own sister?”
Later I found out that he’d already fallen for Sarah the moment he saw her at our wedding. All those so‑called “comforting words” were a lie; what was real were the secret dates he planned with her.
His talk about a “fake divorce” to help Sarah escape an arranged mating was a lie; what was real was kicking me aside so Sarah could become his Luna.

When Maria is chosen in the Bridal Selection to become King Argus's bride, Eleanor refuses to let her sister be sent to a man rumored to have killed his previous brides.
Eleanor plans an escape for the both of them. But Maria convinces her that it wasn't a good idea, only to secretly disappear on the very morning King Argus's kingdom arrives to collect his bride. Leaving Eleanor as her perfect substitute.
Forced into a marriage with the ruthless king, Eleanor vows to hate him until the day she dies.
But Argus has other plans.
The king who swore never to love again finds himself falling for his new bride—unaware that Eleanor is the reincarnation of Eudora, his first love who he believed had betrayed him.
And when the truth comes to light, Argus must face the devastating reality: The woman he has fallen in love with, is the very woman destined to destroy him.
Meanwhile, Maria's escape leads her straight into the hands of Alpha Hanzo—the very man who tortures her even after discovering that she was his mate.
Now Hanzo wants to accept the bond and make amends.
But how can Maria love the man who made her wish for death?

Claudia," Travis called but she began to place little kisses on his back. She trudged to his front before shoving her lips over his hungrily and roughly. Firstly he didn't give in but soon, Travis began to kiss her with intensity too. 
Travis began to nibble her neck as Claudia's breath hitched beneath her throat making her breath come out in puffs. Soon they began to kiss again until they got into an empty room.
Travis pushed her to the wall as they deepened the kiss. They eagerly started to remove one another's clothing. Claudia was done as she quickly unhooked Travis's button. 
They fell to the bed as Travis began to ponder his member deeply into another woman vagina as the moans and groans of their ecstasy filled the air.

Arielle never imagined one night could change everything.

Now she’s carrying a secret, one that could destroy her best friend, ruin her life… and awaken a dangerous desire in the man she was never supposed to want.
Secrets, lies, forbidden attraction and a ticking countdown to the truth.

One wrong decision, and nothing will ever be the same.

"Claudia," Travis called but she began to place little kisses on his back. She trudged to his front before shoving her lips over his hungrily and roughly.
Firstly he didn't give in but soon, Travis began to kiss her with intensity too. Travis began to nibble her neck as Claudia's breath hitched beneath her throat making her breath come out in puffs. Soon they began to kiss again until they got into an empty room.
Travis pushed her to the wall as they deepened the kiss. They eagerly started to remove one another's clothing. Claudia was done as she quickly unhooked Travis's button. They fell to the bed as Travis began to ponder his member deeply into another woman vagina as the moans and groans of their ecstasy filled the air. "

Clara Thompson has always lived in the shadow of her younger sister, Elianna. Where Clara is soft spoken and hardworking, Elianna is charming, beautiful, and effortlessly adored. Clara grew up believing that family means loyalty, trust, and sacrifice. She spent her life protecting her sister, cheering for her, even giving up opportunities just to see her happy.

But nothing prepared her for the pain of losing the one man she ever truly loved… to her own sister.

Ethan Cole was Clara’s first love. Together they dreamed of a future filled with laughter, success, and love strong enough to conquer anything. But when career success and high society entered the picture, Elianna stepped in with allure Clara could never match. One moment Clara was planning her future with Ethan, and the next she was standing alone, watching her sister walk into the spotlight that had once shined for her.

Betrayed by the two people she trusted most, Clara’s heart shatters.

Breaking ties with her past, she leaves home determined to rebuild her life and never again allow herself to be second choice. In a new city, she discovers her strength, her worth, and a kind of love she never believed she deserved… a love that makes Ethan regret everything he lost.

But when secrets from the betrayal surface and Elianna begins to fear losing her perfect life, Clara is dragged into a war she never wanted… forced to choose between forgiveness and the sweet taste of revenge.
This is a gripping story of love, heartbreak, ambition, sisterhood turned rivalry, and a woman’s journey to rise above betrayal and claim the happiness she was denied.
Will Clara’s wounded heart heal in time to embrace a new kind of love
Or will the past come crashing back to destroy

I accompanied my husband's grandmother, who had just undergone heart bypass surgery, to quietly recuperate on the top floor of a private club. However, we were invaded by a woman adorned in the ruby necklace I designed, wielding my husband's supplementary card. She publicly humiliated my grandmother and locked us in a freezing cold chamber at minus sixty degrees, declaring herself to be my husband's fiancée. In a desperate attempt to save my grandmother, I publicly slandered myself, but she then reneged on her words—just as the sound of my husband's footsteps echoed from the doorway…