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Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King
Werewolf As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me.
Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King.
My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss.
His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.
Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don
Mafia On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up.
As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress.
The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me.
The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one.
With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered.
I chose the one man they never expected.
I chose his father, the Don himself.
Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates
Fantasy My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach.
Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess.
The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings.
Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me.
To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive.
I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger.
But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear.
"Stay here and don't starve."
I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force. I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
Romance My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune.
For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me."
He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster.
He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous.
The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built. I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
Werewolf For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond.
That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession.
The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me.
The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed.
"You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me."
My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.
After Betrayal, She Claimed Her Empire
Romance Serena Vance, an unloved wife, clutched a custom-made red velvet cake to her chest, enduring the cold rain outside an exclusive Upper East Side club. She hoped this small gesture for her husband, Julian, would bridge the growing chasm between them on their third anniversary. But as she neared the VIP suite, her world shattered.
Julian's cold, detached voice sliced through the laughter, revealing he considered her nothing more than a "signature on a piece of paper" for a trust fund, mocking her changed appearance and respecting only another woman, Elena. The indifference in his tone was a physical blow, a brutal severance, not heartbreak.
She gently placed the forgotten cake on the floor, leaving her wedding ring and a diamond necklace as she prepared to abandon a marriage built on lies. Her old life, once a prison of quiet suffering and constant humiliation, now lay in ruins around her.
Three years of trying to be seen, to be loved, were erased by a few cruel words. Why had she clung to a man who saw her as a clause in a will, a "creature," not a wife? The shame and rage hardened her heart, freezing her tears.
Returning to an empty penthouse, she packed a single battered suitcase, leaving behind every symbol of her failed marriage. With a burner phone, she dialed a number she hadn't touched in a decade, whispering, "Godfather, I'm ready to come home." Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises
Romance My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool.
For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office.
The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation.
My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order.
Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve.
Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one. My Ex-boyfriend Regretted after I Left Him
Modern Kaelyn Morley was known in Astrofleah as a pure and beautiful woman, and many young men from wealthy families dreamed of marrying her.
Yet now, her private video was spreading wildly, causing a continuous plummet in the share price of the Morley Group.
Many business partners were canceling contracts with the Morley Group, and her father was so angry that he was hospitalized due to a cerebral hemorrhage.
But Kaelyn didn't look angry but numb at that moment just because it was one of the 99 trials imposed on her by Madelynn, Dobson, the childhood friend of Kaelyn's boyfriend, Andres Warren.
Andres had claimed that he would focus solely on his career before thirty years old and wouldn't have a romantic relationship.
Yet, he fell for Kaelyn at first sight and pursued her fervently for two years before finally winning her heart.
Madelynn resented him for breaking his promise, so she targeted Kaelyn with various schemes and promised that Kaelyn could marry Andres if she passed the trials and that she would have to give him up if she failed.
Kaelyn had believed that her love for Andres would be enough to pass those trials, and she didn't notice the triumphant smile on Madelynn's lips.
Time and again, she endured the hurt inflicted in the name of these tests.
Until one day, when an unwelcome hand slid under her skirt, Kaelyn let out a piercing scream and slapped the sleazy and imposing man hard.
After he left, cursing, she finally collapsed into tears after holding it in for so long. It was the 99th time, and she couldn't bear it any longer. You Called Me A Cripple: He Called Me His Wife
Modern For four years of marriage, my husband, Julian Crawford, had avoided me, repulsed by my crippled legs, never once willing to touch me.
And yet, in cruel contrast, my body betrayed me, my desires spiraling out of control.
During a gynecological exam, under the hands of a stranger—a male doctor—I lost control, soft, broken sounds slipping from my lips.
Outside the consultation room, my husband stood beside the woman he had never forgotten, Vanessa Whitmore, holding her in plain sight as he called me a "useless burden."
The doctor adjusted my skirt for me, his fingertips brushing slowly along the side of my thigh.
Then, in a low voice, he asked, "Do you want me to help you?" He Let Me Drown, Another Man Taught Me Love
Romance Nina had been by Julian's side for ten years, ostensibly as his personal doctor, but in reality, she was his lover.
Whenever he was injured in conflicts, she treated him; during his moments of loneliness, she was there to comfort him.
Nina believed that if she devoted enough, she would eventually win his heart.
That was until his idealized love returned to the country, rendering Nina worthless in his eyes, and he discarded her like yesterday's news.
Even his assistant couldn't bear to see it and advised Julian to appreciate her, but he scoffed at the suggestion. "Nina was never part of my life plan. I kept her around because she bore a slight resemblance to Aria."
In that instant, Nina's infatuation seemed like a joke.
When he wrapped his arm around his idealized love's waist, smiling as he asked her to help plan their wedding, Nina didn't cry or cause a scene; she just smiled through her tears and obediently agreed.
Then she turned around and dialed a number. "There are seven days left in the ten-year commitment. I am applying for termination, and from now on, I will have nothing to do with Julian." My Alpha's Heartless Contract Wife
Werewolf "Anya, a 'wolfless' in a world of powerful werewolves, was invisible, drowning her sorrows and desperately lonely. One drunken text, a desperate cry for attention, accidentally reached the Alpha, pulling her into his terrifying orbit. Now, she's trapped, a pawn in his game, forced to warm his bed while he waits for his true mate, her heart breaking with every stolen moment.
As a 'wolfless' in the Blackwood Pack, Anya felt like an outsider, always yearning for a connection. One night, in a drunken haze, a misdirected text meant for her best friend landed in Alpha Declan Blackwood's inbox: ""Send me something hot."" Minutes later, the most powerful, terrifying man in the Pack stood at her door, claiming her with a possessive kiss that ignited a dangerous, unwanted fire.
The next morning, his cold indifference shattered her world. Publicly humiliated and instantly fired, Anya became a pariah. Her dying mother's urgent need for a million-dollar heart transplant left her with an impossible choice: accept the Alpha's cold, transactional marriage proposal or watch her mother die.
She became his ""placeholder"" wife, a contract, not a partner, all while battling a confusing attraction to the man who treated her as property. Why did he demand her, only to remind her constantly of her worthlessness, especially when everyone knew he waited for his true mate?
Her world crumbled when she overheard Declan tell his returning ""true mate,"" Kristin Larsen, that Anya was ""just a substitute."" Despite the crushing betrayal and a strange, unyielding pull, Anya, fueled by her mother's desperate need, vowed to survive this gilded cage and reclaim her life before she lost herself completely."
The White Wolf's Requiem
Werewolf Vera Morgan, my mate's lover, said the Moonlight Power of the White Wolf's pups was pure, and that moon stones soaked in the blood from their hearts could keep a pregnancy from failing.
So Rowan Black, my mate and the Alpha of the Blackrock Pack, gave the order. I, Elara Dale, nine-month pregnant with twin babies, the Luna and a White Wolf from the Moonborn Clan, the white wolves who served the moon goddess, was tied to an operating table by the warriors, and they cut my twins out of my belly.
I was overwhelmed by the agony surging through me.
I then fell to my knees, weeping, and begged him. "The babies are premature and underdeveloped. If you take the blood from their hearts, they will die. I am the purest White Wolf of the Moonborn Clan. Take my heart instead. Please, just don't hurt the babies..."
Rowan, however, said nonchalantly, "It's only a few drops of blood. It won't kill them. Consider it penance for your jealousy of Vera."
I looked at his cold face. My wolf, Serane, let out a despairing whine.
That night, before my children could even open their eyes, their lives slipped away from the little openings on their chests.
I held my children's bloody bodies and went to Larkin Olson, the Elder of the Blackrock Pack.
"You saved me back then, and I repaid the Blackrock Pack with my Moonlight Power. My children are gone now. It is time for me to leave." My Fiancé Planned to Fake His Death, So I Married My Nemesis
Romance Three days before the wedding, Ryan Brooks threw himself a bachelor party.
He called it one last taste of freedom before marriage.
With the young intern, Lily Moore, locked tightly in his arms, his eyes brimmed with bitterness and grievance.
"Lily, trust me. I'm not marrying Clara Hayes. I've already arranged everything. I'll fake my death at the wedding and take you away from this place."
What Ryan didn't know was that this marriage had never been an equal match to begin with. It was the Brooks family that had begged the Hayes family for it.
Watching the two of them kiss like they couldn't bear to part, Clara calmly slipped the ring onto the finger of Ethan Blackwell, Ryan's sworn enemy.
Her red lips curved slightly as she spoke in a cool, steady voice. "Three days from now, come marry me." When Time Stopped, Love Was Lost
Modern My husband, Daniel Carter, was obsessive about time. He had to wake up at exactly 7:05, and breakfast had to begin at 7:15 sharp.
Even sex was limited to exactly thirty minutes. The second time was up, he pulled away and left.
That day, our daughter had a dangerously high fever, yet he still refused to leave.
Every second dragged by. I kept urging Daniel to hurry.
But he only ate his breakfast at his usual unhurried pace.
"My breakfast has to last a full ten minutes. Besides, children build stronger immune systems when they tough it out a little."
I touched my daughter's forehead, which was growing hotter by the minute, and urged him to give me the car keys so I could take her myself.
Daniel did not even look up. He slowly adjusted his tie and said, "Then I won't make it to the office by 7:50. Wait five more minutes. That's when I'm supposed to leave."
Just then, his phone rang. It was his assistant, Emily Morgan.
"Mr. Carter, I twisted my ankle. Could you come pick me up?"
His expression changed at once. He grabbed the car keys and rushed toward the door.
"I have something urgent to deal with. Call a cab yourselves."
The next day, he called and asked why we had not gone home yet.
I held my daughter's ashes in my arms, numb with grief.
"Our daughter can't go home anymore."
And neither could we. Seven Years of Devotion: He Left Me to Die, I Left Him for Good
Modern On the seventh anniversary of my marriage, I, Clara Hart, received two "gifts."
One was an urgent alert from the embassy-armed conflict in Arkania was imminent, and all citizens were advised to evacuate immediately.
The other was a message from my husband, Adrian Foster, "Pack your things. Wait for me downstairs. Ten minutes."
I quickly packed an emergency kit and rushed downstairs.
People around me were already evacuating in a panic, yet Adrian was nowhere to be seen.
I called him, my voice trembling, only to be met with a cold, clipped response.
"The car's packed with confidential company documents. There's no room left. Sophie has a severe fear of war. I need to get her out first."
My blood ran cold. "What about me?" I asked, barely believing what I was hearing.
Adrian clicked his tongue impatiently. "Clara, stop being so dramatic. Just take the embassy bus. It's the same."
Explosions thundered in the distance, shattering everything I had believed in over the past seven years. Whatever love had once existed between us crumbled to dust.
I stopped waiting. Slinging the emergency pack over my shoulder, I turned and walked away into the chaos of war. Burned By Him, Reborn A Star
Romance The acrid smell of smoke still clung to Evelyn in the ambulance, her lungs raw from the penthouse fire. She was alive, but the world around her felt utterly destroyed, a feeling deepened by the small TV flickering to life. On it, her husband, Julian Vance, thousands of miles away, publicly comforted his mistress, Serena Holloway, shielding her from paparazzi after *her* "panic attack."
Julian's phone went straight to voicemail. Alone in the hospital with second-degree burns, Evelyn watched news replays, her heart rate spiking. He protected Serena from camera flashes while Evelyn burned. When he finally called, he demanded she handle insurance, dismissing the fire; Serena's voice faintly heard.
The shallow family ties and pretense of marriage evaporated. A searing injustice and cold anger replaced pain; Evelyn knew Julian had chosen to let her burn.
"Evelyn Vance died in that fire," she declared, ripping out her IV. Armed with a secret fortune as "The Architect," Hollywood's top ghostwriter, she walked out. She would divorce Julian, reclaim her name, and finally step into the spotlight as an actress. 
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