Yi Yanni
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Sent to Die: The Defiant Luna's Revenge
Werewolf Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."
The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.
Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."
I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.
Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.
To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.
As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.
Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.
The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.
But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.
Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.
I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.
And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.
"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.
"I believe you're sitting in my seat." My Brother's Betrayal, My Lover's Lies
Modern I thought my life was perfect. I had a loving boyfriend of five years, Jaxon, and was getting ready to celebrate my brother Hanson' s wedding. I even picked out the perfect cream-colored dress for the rehearsal dinner.
But that perfect world shattered when I found Jaxon in the parking garage, tangled up with my brother' s fiancée, Karla. They had been having an affair for three years.
When I tried to expose them, they twisted the story, painting me as a jealous liar trying to ruin the wedding.
My own brother, Hanson, believed them. He slapped me across the face, his eyes filled with hate.
"You stay away from this wedding," he snarled. "If you try to ruin this, I swear, I will make you regret it."
Jaxon just stood there, choosing his mistress over me, watching as my own family turned on me.
They thought they had broken me, casting me out as the crazy, unstable sister.
But as I fled that night, I made a vow.
They would all pay. And I would be the one to collect. Invisible Wife, Undying Love
Billionaires For ten years, I was the invisible Mrs. Perry, the woman everyone mocked for clinging to a man who openly despised her. They called me pathetic, a social climber with no self-respect.
But they didn't know the truth. My devotion wasn't for Cameron; it was for his brother, Jessie, the man I truly loved, who supposedly died a decade ago. My ten-year pact to protect Cameron for Jessie was almost over.
Then, Cassandra Foreman, Cameron's ex and the woman he still loved, made a comeback. She was in an accident, and Cameron was ready to risk his life to save her. I stepped in, donating my rare blood, collapsing from the effort.
Cameron never came to my side. Instead, he brought Cassandra home, ordering me to care for her. She tormented me, framing me for her self-inflicted injuries, and Cameron, blind with devotion, punished me. He threw me out in the rain, accused me of trying to kill her, and even tried to drown me.
Why did I endure this humiliation? Why did I stay, even when he told me he would never love me, even if I died for him?
Because I had a promise to keep. But now, the promise is fulfilled. I' m going to find Jessie. Their Lamb Becomes The Storm
Romance For seven years, I thought I was their cherished princess. My father had adopted seven boys to be my guardians, my "brothers," and I was happily engaged to their leader, Julian, the man I'd loved my whole life.
That illusion shattered when I overheard him confessing his true plan to Lily, the girl I had treated like a sister.
"Once I marry her and secure the O'Hara estate, everything will be ours," he said, his voice cold. "She's just a means to an end."
Their betrayal didn't stop there. Days later, they tried to kill me. In our family's ancient wine cellar, a place of history and pride, they sabotaged a rack holding a multi-ton oak barrel. Lily gave the order, and another of my guardians, Ryan, carried it out. The barrel was meant to crush me, to make my death look like a tragic accident. They hadn't just broken my heart; they tried to break my bones.
I realized they were all in on it. The seven men sworn to protect me were a pack of wolves, and I was the lamb they were fattening for the slaughter, all for the sake of their manipulative queen, Lily.
They thought I was a fragile doll they could easily discard.
But my father once told me, "An O'Hara is never a victim. We are the storm." At my 21st birthday party, the night they tried to humiliate me in front of the world, I decided it was time to show them all what a storm really looks like. Betrayed Bride: His Cruelest Debt
Romance My wedding to the brilliant surgeon, Dr. Kason Ortiz, was postponed again. For the fifth time. This time, it was a car accident, a suspicious one, just like all the others.
Then, I overheard Kason and his ambitious resident, Jaye Hinton, talking. The "accidents" weren't accidents at all; they were meticulously planned acts of sabotage by Kason to avoid marrying me.
He was doing it to repay a debt: his father's debt to mine, who took the fall for his family's legal scandal. Kason, the man I loved, was systematically hurting me, hoping I'd break and call off the wedding myself.
The betrayal cut deeper than any physical injury. My father, who sacrificed his freedom for the Ortiz family, had unknowingly bound me to my tormentor. Kason even used my father's life as leverage, leading to his death in prison.
He then allowed Jaye to "accidentally" destroy my father's ashes and deliberately damage my vocal cords during surgery, leaving me voiceless and broken.
Why was he so cruel? Why did he hate me so much? What kind of man would destroy everything I held dear just to escape an obligation?
But I wouldn't be his victim. I would not be his debt. I would be free. My Wife, My Best Friend, Their Deceit
Romance My best friend Kevin invited me to his dad' s 60th birthday, a big celebration because his dad had terminal cancer. My wife, Olivia, couldn't make it; she was on a two-week work trip in Europe, a crucial conference for her career.
But when I arrived at the party, I saw Olivia, kneeling before Mr. and Mrs. Miller, performing a "daughter-in-law tea" ceremony, dressed in a way I' d never seen. Then I heard Kevin' s relative say, "Kevin is so lucky. His fiancée is just wonderful." Fiancée. The word crushed me.
Olivia' s practiced smile froze when she saw me. She pulled me aside, whispering, "Ethan, what are you doing here? It's not what you think." Kevin then appeared, claiming it was a "little white lie" for his dying father, wanting to see him settled. Olivia eagerly agreed, pleading with me to keep quiet, "just for today."
They stood there, my wife and my best friend, united in their deceit, asking me to participate in my own humiliation. A cold clarity washed over me. "For your dad's dying wish? Does his dying wish also include a grandchild to complete the 'four-generation' picture? Are you pregnant, too?"
The air turned to ice. Olivia recoiled, then feigned outrage, calling me "cruel." Her gaslighting was instant. Later that night, I went home to retrieve belongings and found them passionately kissing on my couch. "It's... it's not what it looks like!" she gasped, but I pulled out my phone, recording, "Save it for the judge. I want a divorce. And I'm keeping the dog." Marriage of Deceit: A Father's Return
Billionaires The smoky air of the private club was my weekly escape, a poker game with the only family I had left after my life fell apart.
Then a sharp knock on the door, uncharacteristic and unwelcome, shattered the peace.
It was my daughter, Emily, standing there, dressed in expensive clothes that screamed wealth but fit her poorly, her face a mask of impatient demand. "Are you Liam?" she asked, her tone sharp.
The name "Emily" hit me like a physical blow. Not the sweet girl with pigtails I remembered, but a cold stranger who now sneered with her mother' s malicious confidence.
She was getting married, she announced, but her intent wasn't sharing joy. It was a thinly veiled directive, a command for me to be present for the "family's image."
The look of disgust in her eyes, a mirror of my ex-wife Sarah' s, confirmed it. She saw me as a pathetic relic, just as Sarah had poisoned her mind into believing I was an unfit father, a failed businessman, the reason for all their problems.
My heart, long numbed, flickered with a bitter anger. The sheer audacity, the entitlement-it was all Sarah, channeled through the daughter I no longer knew.
"I don't," I told my friends, eyes hard. "Not anymore." But as I said it, a new thought began to form. A wedding was a public affair, a stage. Maybe it was time to collect a debt. Betrayal's Embrace: Frozen in Love
Romance The charity auction was supposed to be my triumph, a celebration of my late father' s legacy.
Instead, it became the shocking public display of my fiancée, Olivia, seven months pregnant with my best friend Mark' s child, brazenly bidding against me for my father' s most prized work.
This wasn' t their first betrayal, or their second. I had forgiven Olivia endlessly, only for her to smash my heart and trust into a million pieces.
I proposed a separation, seeking one sliver of dignity, but Olivia brought Mark to live in our home and shredded the agreement, claiming I was still hers.
Then, the inconceivable happened. Mark poisoned Olivia' s unborn child and framed me, leading to her miscarriage and my imprisonment in our wine cellar.
Chained and freezing, I overheard Olivia and Mark engaging in muffled intimacy just outside my icy prison.
"Ethan," Olivia whispered, "This really is… the last time."
Those words, that betrayal, extinguished the last spark of my existence. I froze to death, a statue of despair in my own wine cellar.
My soul watched as Olivia discovered my frozen body and unleashed a terrifying retribution, torturing Mark to his death in a hospital morgue.
But even with my revenge served, her desperate pleas for me to "come back" held no sway.
I had been trapped for too long.
It was time to finally be free. Chloe Vance's Reckoning
Romance My phone buzzed against the polished wood of my desk, a low, insistent hum, but I didn' t need to look. I knew it was Mark, calling about Ethan.
He was on the roof of The Onyx, threatening to fly. And of course, Sarah was there, his childhood sweetheart, the constant shadow to our sham of a marriage.
Humiliation was a familiar fire, but tonight, it burned hotter. This public spectacle was designed to hurt me, a transaction gone wrong-my life for my family's legacy.
My brilliant, tech mogul husband, the man I' d married because he looked exactly like Leo, the boy I'd loved my entire life, lay there, groaning in pain. He' d risked it all for her.
The doctor said it was just a superficial burn, but my obsessive need for a full scan revealed his injuries were minor. That last flicker of desperate, projected love for a dying man, it simply vanished.
He hadn't been my dying love, and I had been a fool.
I walked out of that hospital, leaving him bewildered. Three days later, I handed him the "DIVORCE AGREEMENT." He thought I was bluffing, that I wanted more money.
"I just want to be free," I told him, the finality in my voice unmistakable. But he refused. He told me I was stuck with him, the real him, for as long as he wanted.
He thought he could break me, but he had no idea who I was. I would not hide, and I would not cower. I was Chloe Vance, and this was just the beginning of my fight. The Phoenix Bride: Call and Lie
Romance It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. My wedding to Liam Vance, the tech mogul, a man I loved and trusted with my whole heart.
Then, a text from an unknown number shattered my perfect world: a photo of a woman's hand, a massive diamond ring mirroring mine, resting on his custom wedding suit sleeve. The message: "Is this the wedding dress you designed for me? It's beautiful, Ava. Liam is a lucky man."
My blood ran cold as I recognized Chloe, Liam's "terminally ill" ex-business partner, reflected in the photo. He had been spinning elaborate lies, claiming to comfort her in her final days, while he was secretly planning a wedding with her, using our venue, on our day. Every hushed phone call, every late night "crisis" at work – it all clicked into place. I was just a naive fool, part of his elaborate facade.
The white roses he' d sent me that morning wilted, mirroring my dying love. A smudge of Chloe's garish pink lipstick on his suit sleeve, brought into my studio, was the final insult. Anger, cold and sharp, replaced my heartbreak.
He called, spinning yet another lie about a server meltdown, postponing our wedding. But as I listened to the string quartet playing in the background of his call, a new, dangerous resolve hardened within me. He wanted a wedding that day? Fine. He was going to get one. But it wouldn't be his. I was going to rewrite the entire script, and it would be a masterpiece of public humiliation. The Heiress Who Took Over Her Kidnapping
Romance I was a desperate ex-Marine, my sister Lily' s life hanging by a thread, her experimental treatment demanding a quarter-million dollars I didn' t have.
My solution? Kidnap tech heiress Clara Hayes, but instead of the terrified victim I expected, she calmly asked, "You're Leo Maxwell, right?"
She then mocked my amateur ransom note, took over raising the demanded five million dollars, and used her own phone, completely exposing my incompetence.
Then, during a storm, her bipolar disorder spiraled into a terrifying depressive episode, forcing me to call her psychiatrist, only to inadvertently attract the real fugitive, "Viper," to our cabin.
Trapped between my unpredictable captive, her compassionate doctor, and a violent armed criminal, my desperate plan to save Lily had become a nightmarish, impossible situation.
Just as Viper prepared to kill me, Clara shielded me, taking a bullet that, along with her emergency SOS, brought the police finally ending the chaos and unexpectedly opening a new, hopeful-and utterly insane-path for us both. The Million-Dollar Escape
Romance I was a struggling musician in Brooklyn, barely making ends meet.
Then I found Vic, an amnesiac girl with wide, scared eyes, and my world changed.
We shared instant noodles and cheap wine, her laughter filling my cramped studio.
She believed in my music, even when I didn't, and her gift of my grandmother' s vintage guitar pick became a symbol of our pure, impossible love.
But then, Vic remembered her past.
She transformed into Victoria Ashford, a cold, sharp heiress, returning to her glittering world.
The woman who once fussed over my paper cuts now looked at me with polite indifference.
Our profound connection was replaced by her mother' s demands and Spencer Hayes, her new, polished fiancé.
I became her humiliation, a relic from a life she disavowed.
At a lavish gala, she dismissed my pain when Spencer' s friends deliberately crushed my guitar hand.
The hand I needed for every note, every chord, now irrevocably damaged.
My music, my livelihood, my very soul, was shattered as she stood by, unmoving.
How could the girl who understood my deepest dreams become this calculating stranger?
How could she watch my life' s passion be destroyed without a flicker of remorse?
The truth was colder than any winter: she saw my suffering as mere inconvenience.
Then, her mother offered me a million dollars to disappear.
A breakup fee for a love she never recognized.
I took it, not as defeat, but as the only way to escape the golden cage and rebuild.
I left, determined to forge a new path, far from the echoes of what we once were. The Man Who Truly Saw Me
Billionaires For fifteen years, my life revolved around Ethan Hayes.
I sacrificed everything to follow him to New York, even changing myself because he liked "no-fuss" girls.
Our marriage, he said, was just a practical arrangement for his company's IPO.
I worked tirelessly as his Director of Operations, always hoping he'd truly see me, love me back.
Then Chloe Vance arrived.
She swiftly sabotaged my crucial investor presentation, leaking intimate photos, and Ethan publicly blamed me, his wife, to protect her.
Hours later, I found Chloe wearing my robe, spraying my perfume, as Ethan laughed and still called me "buddy."
The divorce papers he'd given me on our wedding night felt terrifyingly real.
The final betrayal came when Chloe forced me to eat a super spicy dinner, knowing my sensitive stomach.
Ethan threatened my team's funding if I refused.
Doubled over in pain from acute gastritis, I called him, begging for help.
He hung up to rush Chloe, who had a twisted ankle, to the ER.
Later, after a horrific skiing accident I thought I wouldn't survive, I lay broken in the snow and asked him, "What am I to you?"
His chilling reply: "Right now? A liability."
Then the clinic confirmed the devastating truth: due to the fall, I had miscarried our child.
His child.
The man I had loved for fifteen years, the man who coldly abandoned me in my darkest hour, didn't even know.
Didn't care.
That was the turning point.
The delusion shattered.
The woman who clung to hope was gone.
I signed the divorce papers, not with sorrow, but with profound clarity.
My true friend, Liam, was there to pick up the pieces, ready to help me build a new life, finally free. 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? I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
Rabbit 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 Paid the Alpha King for One Night
Rabbit For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous.
Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate.
I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry.
The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother.
He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement.
Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse. 
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