Shi Huatu
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The Secretary He Rejected Is The Alpha King's Daughter
Werewolf For seven years, I suppressed my Alpha aura and took sickening drugs to pass as a human secretary.
All to win a bet with my father, the Alpha King, that Dante loved me for my soul, not my bloodline.
But tonight, Dante proved me wrong in the most public way possible.
While I sat in a taxi, a Times Square billboard lit up with his face. He wasn't working late as he claimed.
He was holding a waitress named Lola, announcing her as his future Luna because she could "breed strong pups" and I was just a "useful tool."
When I arrived at the office to confront them, Lola didn't just mock me. She slapped my face and smashed my mother's silver locket under her heel.
She laughed, thinking she had destroyed a cheap trinket belonging to a weak human.
"You are prey, Seraphina," she sneered. "And you are trespassing in the wolf's den."
She didn't realize that the locket wasn't protecting me from them. It was protecting them from *me*.
With the seal broken, the air in the room instantly dropped twenty degrees. My eyes shifted from brown to glowing liquid silver.
They thought they were discarding a broken secretary. They had no idea they had just declared war on the Royal Family.
I picked up the phone and dialed the most feared number in the werewolf world.
"Papa," I said, stepping over the shattered silver.
"The masquerade is over. Bring the helicopters." The Transactional Marriage: Her Bitter Ascent
Modern The first time my husband, Gregory, chose a billion-dollar deal over my father' s funeral, I knew our marriage was a transaction. But when he started canceling meetings for an actress named Kennedy, I realized he was capable of love-just not for me.
Then came the whispers of his devotion: buying her a theater, brawling with a director who criticized her. My investigation led to a "warning"-a hit-and-run that left me hospitalized. His assistant's message was chilling: "Accidents do happen."
At the police station, after he'd been in another fight for her, Kennedy pointed at me and wailed, "Make her kneel! Make her apologize for breathing the same air as us!"
Gregory' s cold eyes met mine.
"Christie," he commanded, his voice deadly quiet. "Kneel." Shattered Vows: The Don's Runaway Queen
Mafia I was the Queen of New York, the untouchable wife of the city's most feared Mafia Don, Liam Goldstein.
But my throne was built on quicksand.
It started with a photo of a hotel receipt and a tangle of lingerie sent to my phone. It ended with a listening device I planted, hearing my husband tell his mistress that I was just a "decoration" while she would bear his heir.
The humiliation reached its peak at the charity gala.
His mistress, Ava, marched in wearing my jewelry, claiming my husband in front of the city's elite.
When I tried to leave, Liam grabbed me. I fell.
I hit the floor hard, and the pain in my stomach was blinding.
I lay there on the ballroom parquet, bleeding out in my white gown, losing the unborn son Liam claimed he wanted more than anything.
But he didn't kneel to help me.
Terrified of a scandal, he shielded his mistress from the paparazzi and walked away, leaving me to die amidst the champagne and diamonds.
I woke up in a hospital bed with an empty womb and a "sorry" check from his lawyer.
He thought money could fix a dead child. He thought I would just go back to being his ornament.
He was wrong.
That night, I initiated the Phoenix Plan.
I planted my DNA in a car wreck, drove it to the docks, and watched it explode into a fireball.
To the world, and to Liam, Maya Goldstein is dead.
But I’m very much alive. And I’m going to burn his empire to the ground. My Heart, His Spare Part
Modern My bodyguard, Grant, took the full force of a speeding car meant for me. In that moment, I realized I loved him. He was my protector, and I thought his fierce devotion was mine alone.
But in the hospital, I overheard the truth. He hadn't saved me; he'd saved my kidney.
I wasn't the woman he loved. I was just the "best option" for his sick sister's transplant.
Every tender gesture, every watchful glance, was a lie designed to keep his organ donor safe and compliant. The man I adored saw me as nothing more than a collection of spare parts.
The love I thought we shared was a carefully constructed trap, and I had been the fool who walked right in.
The girl who believed in fairy tales died in that sterile hospital hallway. I picked up my phone, my hand steady.
"Dad," I said, my voice cold as ice. "I'm ready to consider the alliance with the Powell family." Betrayal's Scars, A New Beginning
Romance Today was my ninth wedding anniversary, and I lay in a hospital bed, recovering from a hysterectomy.
My husband, Mark, sent a diamond necklace, but instead of him, a young woman' s voice answered his phone.
"This is Emily. Please, don' t do this to Mark."
Her tearful plea implied she had picked out my anniversary gift with him.
He then agreed to a divorce-eagerly, relieved-hanging up before I could speak.
He never showed up at the courthouse.
He promised to meet me. He broke that promise.
Two months later, he stumbled home, drunk, offering me a luxury watch as if it could erase his betrayal.
"A divorce? We' re not getting a divorce," he slurred.
I saw him days later, laughing intimately with Emily at a café, while I was dealing with more than just a broken marriage.
"I have uterine cancer."
The words were out, shattering the fragile peace.
"You have cancer and you' re telling me now? How could you keep that from me?" he shouted, not out of concern, but anger at how it looked.
He raged about losing control, about how this affected him, not once asking about my pain.
I had been alone in a hospital bed, recovering from surgery, while he was at a gala with Emily, the "close companion," the night of my surgery.
He thought I was making a scene, when he was the one who had brought Emily to his parents' home, to Lily' s birthday party.
His mother praised Emily, who' d planned my daughter' s party.
They all stood there, a united front: Mark, his parents, and his mistress, making me the villain.
His cruelty was breathtaking.
"She' s just bitter," he announced to the silent room. "She' s bitter because she' s not a complete woman anymore. She had to have a hysterectomy. She has cancer. She can' t have any more children. She' s broken."
He had taken my deepest vulnerability, my illness, and used it as a weapon to humiliate me publicly.
Something inside me snapped.
I slapped him, hard, the sound echoing through the stunned silence.
Emily shrieked and lunged, but I sidestepped, and she crashed into a table.
"It' s all yours," I said, my voice ringing with finality. "You can have him. You can have this whole rotten family. We' re done."
I walked out, hand in hand with my daughter, leaving the wreckage behind. Reborn Wife: Choosing Love Anew
Sci-fi The grand hall reeked of old money and lilies, a scent that now made my stomach clench. This was it: Dad' s insane "heir selection ceremony."
He called it securing the family legacy, but it was just another bizarre power play. My twin sister, Emily, and I stood before him while he gestured to two men.
One, Alex, was a struggling startup founder, awkward but kind. The other, Liam, was a tech prodigy, brilliant but comatose, hooked up to humming machines.
The rules were simple, and savagely unfair: One of us would marry Alex, and the other, Liam. Emily, as always, got to choose first.
I watched her, my perfect, ambitious twin. She didn' t hesitate, and a painful echo resonated deep within me.
I' d lived this before. In my first life, Emily snatched Alex, leaving me with the silent man in the bed, scoffing, "Sarah' s quiet enough for him."
Her life with Alex was a gilded cage of public performance. Mine, a shadow empire under Liam' s thumb. He wasn't comatose; he was awake, a spider spinning a web of illegal projects, and I was his hostage. I became rich beyond imagination, but I was living a nightmare.
Emily, blinded by envy, saw only my wealth. She couldn' t bear my "success" while her own life crumbled under the weight of society's expectations. Her jealousy consumed her, driving her to orchestrate my ruin, ultimately leading to her own dramatic, fatal car crash.
I woke up, back in this hall, the scent of lilies suffocating me. It was the heir selection ceremony, the day it all began again.
Emily, glowing with confidence, looked between Alex and Liam, then at me. A predatory smile, so unlike her first-life triumph, spread across her face.
"Sister," she purred, her voice sweet as poison, "It' s my turn to enjoy the good life now."
She turned to our father, chin high. "I choose Liam."
A stunned silence fell.
She thought she was taking my power, my secret. She thought she had found the path to immense wealth.
She had no idea. She had just chosen the monster. And in doing so, she had set me free. The System’s Cruel Canvas
Romance The antiseptic smell wasn't new; my head always throbbed. I, Chloe Reed, once a promising artist, was now the "evil stepsister," a role forced upon me by a parasitic System.
A year ago, my adoptive brother Alex, the boy I secretly loved, lay dying. The System offered a cure: become the villain, push Alex into Sarah Jenkins' s arms, and then get a new life. I said yes. How could I not? It was for Alex.
The System' s predictions were chillingly accurate. Alex healed, and Sarah, a ray of manufactured sunshine, entered our lives. My existence became a calculated hell, designed to make Alex despise me. Every humiliation, every cruel word from him, was orchestrated. He looked at me with cold loathing, seeing only the monster I was forced to be.
Then came the art gala. Painting, my soul' s refuge, was to be sacrificed. Alex, the boy who once said my art was magic, demanded I create something to make Sarah' s work shine by comparison. He wanted me to lose, publicly, to prove I could do something for someone else.
The System buzzed with approval, promising freedom. I agreed, the word tasting like ash. The night of the gala, I unveiled "Hopeless," a canvas of chaos. Sarah presented "Hope," a field of vibrant flowers. Her victory was thunderous. Then Alex' s icy words: "You took something beautiful and made it ugly, just for attention. You are truly pathetic."
His words shattered me, more than any blow. I fled into the cold night, gasping, calling the only person I could think of for a panic attack. I was utterly alone.
The next morning, Alex burst into my hospital room, not worried, but furious. The System took over, lashing out with cold, mocking defiance. "Why do you care? I did what you wanted. Sarah won. Isn' t that all that matters?"
His rage became chilling. He showed me a wooden bird, a gift I' d carved for him, claiming Sarah had made it. Then the real blow: Sarah needed a kidney-my kidney. "It' s you," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument. "The surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. You will do this. You will give Sarah your kidney, and maybe, just maybe, you will have redeemed yourself for a fraction of the pain you' ve caused."
I signed the forms in a numb haze. The surgery was a violation, draining me literally and figuratively. Days later, Sarah came to my apartment, radiant, vibrant, full of life. My life. She gloated, then faked an injury, shrieking I' d pushed her. Alex appeared, a mask of primal fury. He didn' t ask. He slapped me, sending me crashing against the wall. "You monster," he snarled. "I am done with you. Stay away from us. Stay away from my family."
I was empty, nothing left to take. My phone buzzed. A text from Alex. "My office. Now." It was another task, another demand. But as I sat in his office, I saw it-my mother' s journal, thought lost forever. Sarah walked in, and with a cruel smirk, she took it. Alex, with a mere hesitation, gave it to her. She "accidentally" dropped it into a coffee, ruining the last piece of my mother. As the world went black, a single, horrifying thought screamed in my mind: I cannot escape. Woke Up A Stranger, Found My Love
Romance I woke up in a hospital, my past a blank beyond my 18th year.
The doctor said I was 27, even a talented architect, and married.
But the woman they introduced as my wife, Sophia, was a cold, stunning stranger.
She looked at me with thinly veiled contempt.
She spoke of my nine lost years as a descent into breakdowns and "pathetic" dependence.
My supposed best friend, Ethan Vance, was her true confidante, a smirking rival.
Disgust curdled in my gut.
This wasn't me.
My 18-year-old self, full of ambition and drive, recoiled from this emasculated shadow of a man they described.
How could I have become a "kept man," constantly ridiculed, chasing the approval of an ice queen?
The humiliation was palpable, preserved in flashed cameras and casual insults.
But this amnesia, this blank slate, felt like a gift.
It stripped away the years of self-erasure, leaving behind only the core of who I was.
And that core wanted nothing to do with this suffocating, demeaning life.
"I want a divorce," I told her, my voice surprisingly firm.
"The me I know wouldn't be married to someone who calls him pathetic."
This was no act, no episode.
This was me, fighting to reclaim a life I didn't remember.
A life free from the woman who claimed to be my wife and the rival who wanted me utterly destroyed.
Little did I know, the fight for my true identity would lead to a bloody confrontation and a shocking revelation that would change everything. You might like
THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA
Jhasmheen Oneal Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again.
Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it?
That's a war of its own.
Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.
The Rise Of The Ugly Luna
Syra Tucker Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone.
Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved.
It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years.
Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from.
Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes.
Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with. My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her
infanta123 My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son.
Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend.
Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack.
The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't.
Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm.
She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more.
A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna.
He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable.
Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences? That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate.
Kiss Leilani They don't know I'm a girl.
They all look at me and see a boy. A prince.
Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires.
And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too.
The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance.
How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom?
I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy.
But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince."
How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy?
And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave?
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AUTHOR'S NOTE.
This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+
Expect triggers, expect hardcore.
If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in!
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From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave." The Luna He Lost: Alpha's Endless Regret
PENRELIEVER Omega Lyra, once betrothed to Alpha Kyle, is forced to sew his new Luna's wedding dress.
On the wedding eve, an out-of-control Kyle violates her; the chaos that follows kills the bride, and Lyra is falsely branded a murderer.
Kyle binds Lyra as his nominal Luna to torment her-for three years, she endures mockery and isolation, finding solace only in late-night piano playing.
His coldness and closeness to the late Luna's sister Rhea shatter her hope.
Humiliated at Kyle's birthday banquet, Lyra demands to end their bond.
Fleeing, she awakens hidden Alpha powers but is attacked by rogues-Beta Darren, who secretly cares for her, saves her.
Now, Lyra must evade Kyle's family, find her lost sister, and fight for a place in the wolf world, turning her painful escape into a journey of redemption. 
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