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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.
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. The Billionaire's Cruelty, My Secret Daughter
Romance The thunder cracked over the Hamptons, but it was nothing compared to Elena Sharp's scream. She lay twisted on the marble foyer, accusing me of trying to kill her baby. My husband, Julian, walked in, saw the scene, and his eyes froze me out of his life forever.
He didn't listen, shoving a separation agreement across the desk, accusing me of murder. Stripped of my name and home, I was thrown out, left with nothing but my clothes and a terrifying secret growing inside me.
My accounts frozen, I ended up in a crumbling Philadelphia row house, forced to pawn heirlooms. During a fire, my water broke, and I delivered our premature daughter, June, whose lungs were damaged. I stole formula to feed her, facing massive medical bills.
Accused of destroying an heir, I was exiled while carrying his true legacy, fighting for every breath. The injustice burned, but June's life was my only fight.
Three years later, June needed life-saving surgery. Julian's dying grandmother called me back with the funds, forcing a cruel charade with the man who hated me, a man still oblivious to his daughter. 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.
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. After Six Years Of Lies, Both My Wolf And I Awakened
Werewolf I am Lillian Lawson. The night before my succession ceremony, I caught Erick Lawson, my mate, in bed with Misha Acosta, the priestess of Silverbeam Pack.
It was also that night that I learned the prenatal tonic I had drunk six years ago was, in fact, a Stillbirth Draught that killed my baby.
Erick had handed it to me himself.
My real child had long since died in my womb.
After I delivered the dead baby while unconscious, Erick and Misha took the baby's body away, shoved their bastard, Noah Lawson, into my arms, and murdered my father together.
So I had spent six years raising my enemies' child.
And now, they were trying to usurp my position as leader!
At the succession ceremony, Misha held Noah in front of the entire pack, sobbing that she was his real mother.
Erick stood before everyone and accused me of having no wolf, being unable to bear children, and abusing Noah for years.
Everyone demanded I give up my position.
But I simply looked at Erick, whose face showed a look of smug satisfaction, and curled my lips. "Erick, do you think you're unstoppable now?" 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.
I Refuse to Be His Second-Best Choice
Romance My boyfriend, Jenson Fuller, and I had planned to have dinner on Valentine's Day to celebrate the winning of a case, but he had to go back to the law firm to work overtime yet again because of a mistake in Ashley Pearson's case file.
I, Denisse Clayton, sat in the corner of the conference room, wearing an uncomfortably tight dress, my hands ice-cold.
Jenson closed the case file and said in a deep voice, "You've won so many cases. This is the first time for Ashley to handle files for a criminal case. Cut her some slack."
I didn't respond.
The dress was so tight that it made it hard for me to breathe, and the zipper was chafing against my side.
I stood up to ask him to get me a glass of warm water, only to realize he'd already taken Ashley to the archives.
I unlocked my phone and scrolled to Ashley's latest WhatsApp status. "Jenson is personally helping me sort through the case file. Lucky me!"
The photo in the status was a selfie of her holding a coffee, with Jenson standing beside her, pointing to the case file and explaining in detail.
Jenson pointed gently at the statute with incorrect notes made by her, looking incredibly patient.
I pressed my hand to my side and suddenly felt a searing pain from the spot where the zipper had been chafing.
This dress was a gift for winning my case he'd given me.
It was a size small. It was so tight it felt suffocating on me, but it was the perfect size for Ashley.
I suddenly recalled what my professor in college had said, "A defense based on the wrong position can never win, no matter how hard you try."
So I took off the tight dress and submitted my request to transfer to the firm's headquarters in Huvella City.
And I also decided to leave Jenson. Three Years Wrong: I Walked Away
Romance I pushed open the door and stepped into the dimly lit karaoke room. Marlee Scott's legs were casually draped across my fiance Julian Lohan's lap.
She had a lollipop between her lips, and a silver anklet with tiny bells hung around her ankle. As her foot swayed back and forth to the deafening bass, the bells chimed crisply.
When she saw me walk in, she not only did not move her legs away, but also smiled and winked at me.
"Oops, Teresa, you won't mind this, will you? I have always been a carefree person, kind of like one of the guys. There is really nothing between Julian and me. He has always treated me as a friend."
Julian was lounging on the leather sofa, a glass of whiskey in one hand and his other hand resting naturally beside her slender ankle.
He glanced up at me but did not move.
The teasing catcalls around us were abruptly gone.
In Metropola, everyone in our social circle knew that I, Teresa Mendez, had a terrible temper, thought highly of myself, and could not tolerate even the slightest offense.
I had been born with an exceptionally beautiful face.
I was cold yet stunning. Even standing there expressionlessly under the dim lights, I was aggressively beautiful.
My personality was indeed unpleasant, but my looks made up for it.
At least that was why Julian had been chasing after me for four years. Back then, he had been so captivated by my cold but pretty face that he could even risk his life for me. The Sacrifice Who Was Bound To Be The Evil Dragon's Bride
Fantasy They said the evil dragon who lived in Dragon Castle, who could change into human form, was ferocious. Every year, not a single woman who was sent to him to be his bride as a sacrifice ever came back alive.
This year, it was me, Evelyn Wills, to be the sacrificial bride.
Everyone was certain I would die.
The gates of Dragon Castle slowly opened. The man on the throne, Adrian Powell, the evil dragon himself, raised his golden dragon eyes and looked at me coldly.
The suffocating pressure crashed down on me; The color drained from my face, and I had to fight the urge to run.
He lowered his eyes and let out a cold sneer. "Nothing special about the sacrifice this year."
But the moment he turned to leave, the look of fear on my face vanished.
I pulled out my dagger and drove it straight toward his heart.
I had willingly taken the place of my adoptive sister, Lydia Wills, to be his bride just for this very moment! We Were Simply A Transient Presence In Each Other's Lives
Romance I am Nancy Schultz. Five months into my relationship with Jere Lloyd, I had prepared two surprises for him.
The first was that I had decided to stay in the country for him.
The second was that I was pregnant.
But when I arrived at the parking lot of his company, I saw Jere, my tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, being cornered in his sports car by Nina Saunders, the most delicate-looking, beautiful woman in our company.
Nina said to him, "I know I was wrong. I regret it.
Jere, you said you would only ever love me for the rest of your life. How could you give someone else all the love that was supposed to be mine?"
My heart abruptly clenched.
Before I could react, Jere coldly pushed her hand away.
I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this really was just a misunderstanding and that I should trust him.
But the next second, Jere said in a cold voice, and his words stopped me from immersing myself in my illusion. "1, 000 drones for a birthday celebration, a fireworks show cost a million dollars, jewelry of a seven-figure price... You really should regret it, Nina. You should have regretted it the moment you started dating two people at once! Because all of those things were supposed to be yours!"
I froze where I stood.
I realized there was no need to tell him about the two surprises after all. Seven‑Year Fate: The Alpha Begs My Return
Werewolf According to the rules of the Obsidian Wolf Pack, if an Alpha invited an unbonded member of the opposite sex to the Blood Moon Banquet, it was equivalent to publicly releasing a courtship signal.
So when my lover, Kenton Moran, reached out to Zessia Dixon, all the mocking eyes in the crowd turned to me.
They expected me to react as I always had before—to barge in and cause a scene.
But this time, I simply stood there, watching Kenton and Zessia dance passionately, and my chest ached slightly.
Just an hour ago, the Moon Priestess had examined the dark poison marks spreading through my wolf veins and pronounced my fate.
"Norya, the Eclipse has begun to invade your heart. You can live until the next full moon at most."
For once, I didn't feel like fighting anymore. 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. Those Seven Years Between Me and Him: From Lovers to Strangers
Romance I am Elianna Lambert. The day I received a tearful call from my best friend, Regina Haynes, telling me that her ex-husband had abused her, my boyfriend, Kristian Reynolds, and I flew back to the country overnight and rescued her.
To help Regina get even, I set aside all business interests and took every order from her ex-husband's company. Kristian also made it clear that he would have him blacklisted across the entire industry.
The day her ex-husband went bankrupt, Regina hugged me, laughing and crying at the same time.
"You two cannot fight, okay? If you break up, who am I supposed to go with?" She said jokingly.
Kristian pulled me out of her arms. "Shut up. There is no way I am ever breaking up with Elianna."
Later, I had her move into my apartment to live with Kristian and me so that I could look after her; I even arranged for her to work at my company, and encouraged her to find a new boyfriend and start a new life.
Every time Kristian would wrap his arms around me and ask, seemingly jealous, "Who is the one you really love, anyway?"
Everything was fine until I left on a three-month business trip and secured a major international deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars.
When I finally returned to the country, I was eager to surprise Kristian. He drove to pick me up. Out of habit, I opened the passenger-side door and was about to get in when my fingers brushed against something wedged between the seat cushions.
It was a used condom. Too Late, My Dragon Lord Ex
Fantasy "She is exhausted from taking care of a sick child! My heart-scale on this nightgown helps heal her! What does it matter if you lend it to her for a few days?! When did you become so vicious and cold-blooded?!"
My fated mate, the Dragon Lord, protectively cradled his weeping mistress in his arms, unleashing his crushing draconic aura to force me to my knees to apologize to her. And all of this was simply because I slapped the woman who had defiled my sacred nesting chamber and put on my clothes. But I had poured six months of blood and sweat into preparing that nest, and that nightgown was embedded with his own heart-scale-the very scale he swore would protect me forever!
When I refused to yield, he ordered his guards to drag me toward the Obsidian Tower-a pitch-black prison for the insane. "Lock her up for five days! Let her sober up in the dark until she crawls out begging for my forgiveness!"
He didn't know that in my past life, walking into this tower marked the beginning of my true nightmare.
During those five days, his mistress frantically spread rumors that I had gone feral. I was eventually dragged to the execution pyre by the outraged Clan. As the flames devoured my flesh, he ignored my agonizing screams, busy comforting his fake-crying mistress.
I was left to burn alive, smelling my own roasting flesh.
Reborn on the exact day I was locked away, I didn't struggle.
Five days later, he stood outside the heavy iron doors, wearing a self-righteous smile, waiting for me to grovel. Instead, I smashed a chilling declaration of a "Rejection Ritual" right into his hypocritical face!
"Keep the chamber, and keep the parasite." I coldly watched his smug smile freeze and shatter, then demanded, "Our engagement is over. Get your three million gold coins ready, Collin. That is the exact price for ending our contract and repaying my family's investments."
He scoffed, absolutely certain that a Dragonless woman would eventually become the laughingstock of high society without his protection.
He had no idea that I already held the deadly treasonous secrets of his corrupt military suppliers, and used them to extort my first pot of gold.
Next, I will build my own network, completely cut off his domain's financial lifeline, and expose his parasitic nature to the entire kingdom.
When his proud Dragon Castle is drowned in crippling debt and completely hollowed out by me, I can't wait to see how he protects his precious little parasite! 
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