Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone

The Human Defect Is The White Wolf Queen

Five years ago, I was kicked out of my pack for being a "defect"—a wolf who couldn't shift. Today, I returned to the Alpha Summit, not as a dignitary, but as a cleaner scrubbing the floors. "Look at the stray dog," my ex-fiance Liam sneered, tossing a wad of cash at my feet. His new partner, Seraphina, laughed cruelly. "Take it and buy your bastard child some food. Then get out of my sight." I tried to ignore them, but my three-year-old son ran out to defend me. When Seraphina tried to strike him, a shockwave of pure, dark Alpha energy blasted her back. "He's a monster! Arrest them!" she shrieked. Security guards swarmed us, their stun batons drawn on a toddler. I shielded my son, bracing for the pain, knowing a "human" like me had no rights here. Suddenly, the heavy ballroom doors disintegrated into dust. A silence heavier than gravity crushed the room. Damien, the Alpha King, stepped through the debris. His violet eyes didn't look at the trembling Alphas. They locked onto me. He walked past the dignitaries, past my terrified ex, and stopped in front of me. Then, the most powerful creature on earth fell to his knees. He gently touched my face, his voice shaking with reverence. "I finally found you, my Queen." He turned to the room, his eyes burning with violet fire. "Who dared to touch my Luna?"

His Sweet Betrayal, Her Cold Vengeance

I thought my boyfriend, Dillon, was my knight in shining armor, the one person who saw me in a family that treated me like an intruder. I was wrong. He and his best friend, Ethan, drugged me, took explicit photos, and leaked them to the entire university to shatter my reputation and force me out of their lives. My own mother, more concerned with her social standing, called me a slut and abandoned me. Then, Ethan sent his thugs to corner me in an alley. They humiliated me, assaulted me, and in the struggle, I was stabbed and left for dead. Lying in a hospital bed, I overheard the truth. Dillon's feigned apology was a lie; he was leaving me for his "true love," Erika. Ethan's only regret was that I hadn't died. "You're alone," he sneered. "No one will protect you anymore." He was right. I was alone. But when I returned to the house to pack my things, I discovered the last precious thing I owned-my grandmother's jade bangle-had been stolen. That was the moment something inside me finally broke. Or maybe, it was the moment I was finally pieced back together. They wanted me gone? Fine. But I wouldn't just disappear. I would make them pay for every single tear.

Too Late For His Desperate Proposal

For seventeen years, I loved my best friend, Holden King. I was the quiet girl who always had a bandage for his scraped knees, secretly believing we were meant to be. But he shattered my world with six words: "She's my sister. That's all." He fell for the cruel and glamorous Fabiola, even taking her to our secret meadow. Her jealousy was a poison. She faked a pregnancy to trap him, then hired a man to attack me in an alley. The trauma ruptured an aneurysm in my brain, and I went blind. Through it all, Holden defended her. He refused to believe she was capable of such evil, choosing the monster he'd known for months over the girl he'd known his whole life. My savior, a kind doctor named Jace, offered me a future, and we planned a fake wedding to give my terrified parents hope. But as I stood blind at the altar, Holden crashed the ceremony. He fell to his knees, a diamond ring in his hand. "I love you, Chloe," he cried. "Marry me."

Burning Down the House of My Four Fake Lovers

I am Elena Barron, the sole heiress to a global empire. My father raised four orphans to be my protectors and potential husbands, but my heart belonged to only one: Damien Paul. But he didn't love me. He loved Luna, an intern he had me sponsor. He promised her that marrying me was just a business deal to secure my inheritance. To make me more dependent, he orchestrated an accident where a massive chandelier nearly crushed me. My protector was too busy comforting Luna to even notice I was in danger. The other three men I called brothers sided with them, calling me a vicious, jealous bitch. After that brush with death, the love I had for them was gone. I finally gave up. So at the gala where they planned to humiliate me one last time, broadcasting a secret video of me pining for Damien, I didn't cry. I smiled. Because they don't know I have my own surveillance footage, and I'm about to expose every last one of their sordid secrets.

A Wife, A Placeholder, A Lie

The frantic beeping of the heart monitor was the only sound as my son, Leo, struggled for every breath. Anaphylactic shock, the doctors said. A severe, unexpected allergic reaction. My world reeled as the nurse cried, "We need O-negative blood, now! The blood bank is running low." Just as despair threatened to swallow me, my friend Chloe stepped forward. "I'm O-negative. Take my blood. Take as much as you need." Relief washed over me, a gratitude so immense it felt like pain. Hours later, with Leo sleeping peacefully thanks to Chloe' s heroic act, Liam, my husband, praised her as a "selfless hero." But then, I overheard Chloe's voice, cold and sharp, "I had to prick the little brat with that bee stinger. And I had to make sure he ate the crushed nuts. It was a mess, Liam." My hand froze on the faucet. Liam' s voice, low and intimate, soothed her. "Now everyone sees you as a hero. The perfect, caring woman. We just need to wait a little longer." Chloe whined, "I'm tired of watching her play mother to my son. I want my life back. I want our life back." My son. The words slammed into me, shattering my reality. He said it again: "Our son." My entire marriage was a meticulously crafted lie, a cage adorned to look like a home. Every loving glance, every tender touch, every shared laugh – a performance. I wasn't a wife; I was a placeholder. I wasn't a mother; I was a nanny. My sweet Leo, a prop in their cruel play. Liam was building a family, a life, not with me, but with her. I was just the convenient, naive stepping stone. My blood ran cold. I wasn't just heartbroken; I was a pawn in an elaborate, sinister game. With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and pressed record. I needed proof. I needed a record of this monstrosity.

The Girl He Couldn't Save

I was Maddy, once a folk singer with a heart full of songs, now just Ryan Scott' s trophy, living in a gilded cage to pay my mother's medical bills. Then Ethan Lester, the boy who promised me forever before vanishing, reappeared at Ryan' s party, his eyes cold, judgmental, and engaged to the daughter of a music dynasty. Just as I reeled from that shock, my phone rang, a chilling call from Sledge demanding five thousand dollars by nightfall or my mother would pay. Ryan, my supposed protector, ignored my desperate pleas, leaving me to face a brutal attack on my mother and myself, all while Ethan' s fiancé, Gabrielle, held the ultimate power over my father' s wrongful imprisonment. With Ryan proving useless and Ethan trapped by his family, Gabrielle offered me a sinister deal: my father' s freedom in exchange for my death. So I made a choice, sacrificing myself in a fiery crash with Ryan, finally free, or so I thought. Now, haunted by my past and consumed by vengeance, Ethan built a new ghost of me, a rising star who looks just like me, tormenting his wife and becoming the very monster he once fought.

Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance

Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman. As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius. When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval."

The $300 Husband Is A Zillionaire

I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it—she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future. "Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother’s trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead. I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent—or finish me off for good. I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything. I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it. "I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing." He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father’s entire empire.

THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA

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.

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

Too Late For Regret: The Genius Heiress Who Shines

Blinded in a crash, Cary was rejected by every socialite—except Evelina, who married him without hesitation. Three years later, he regained his sight and ended their marriage. "We’ve already lost so many years. I won’t let her waste another one on me." Evelina signed the divorce papers without a word. Everyone mocked her fall—until they discovered that the miracle doctor, jewelry mogul, stock genius, top hacker, and the President's true daughter… were all her. When Cary came crawling back, a ruthless tycoon had him kicked out. "She's my wife now. Get lost."