Lovely Twins: Daddy, Get Our Mommy Back

Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

I walked into the master suite clutching a positive pregnancy test, convinced this tiny plastic stick would finally mend the cracks in my relationship with Braeden Randall. I was ready to tell him we were starting a family, that our future was finally secure. Instead of a celebration, a heavy manila envelope struck me in the chest, slicing my lip open. Photos scattered at my feet—grainy images of a woman who looked exactly like me entering a seedy motel with a stranger. Before I could speak, Braeden’s face twisted with a hatred so pure it stole my breath. "I’m pregnant, Braeden! It’s yours!" I sobbed, shielding my stomach. He didn’t hesitate. He called my baby "evidence of my filth" and delivered a kick so brutal it sent me crashing through a glass coffee table. As I lay amidst the shards, watching the white carpet turn crimson with the blood of my lost child, he simply adjusted his cufflinks and told me to "clean up the mess" before walking out. Hours later, I was bound in ropes on a yacht during a violent storm. My stepmother, Brittny, leaned in and whispered the ultimate betrayal: she had murdered my mother, and now she was finishing me off. They threw me into the black, churning ocean like garbage, expecting the waves to swallow my secrets forever. I sank into the freezing depths, fueled by the memory of that final, desperate flutter in my womb and the cold realization that my life had been stolen by a calculated frame-up. How could the man I loved turn into a monster in a single afternoon, and what else were they hiding? Now, four years later, I’ve returned to Cloud City with a heart forged in ice and a genius son who looks exactly like the man who tried to kill me. I’m no longer the victim who begged for mercy; I’m a rising star auditioning for the lead in Braeden’s new production. The games are just beginning, and I won't stop until I've dismantled the Randall empire piece by piece.

From Substitute Lover To Scorned Heiress

I gave up my family's billion-dollar fortune to build a company from scratch with my college boyfriend, Bryant. I fought my father for him, believing our love was the one thing I could count on. Then his childhood sweetheart, Kiley, came back to town, and I discovered the devastating truth: I was never his true love, just a convenient stand-in he chose because my smile reminded him of hers. He moved her into his office, let her humiliate me, and even bought her a custom wedding gown in my name, trying to pass it off as an anniversary gift when I found it. The night he came home smelling of her perfume and used his dead mother's memory to manipulate me, something inside me finally broke. "You're all I have left," he whispered, holding me tight. He thinks I'm the same naive girl who fell for his lies. But with my own family's empire now on the brink of collapse, I've already accepted an arranged marriage. And before I go, I'm going to burn his entire world to the ground.

The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge: Rejecting Her Cheating Mate

I was the Barron heiress, and everyone assumed Damien, the Head Warrior, was my fated match. But the sickening scent of rotting peaches led me to the garden, where I found him pinning Eve against a tree. He wasn't just cheating; he was admitting he only wanted me for the Alpha title, while calling that manipulative charity case his "true queen." When I tried to cut off his funding, he declared war. He sabotaged my saddle, leaving a silver shard embedded in my leg, and sneered that I was vulnerable without him. Then came the ultimate humiliation. At my twenty-first birthday party, in front of every high-ranking wolf, Eve and Damien played a deepfake video of me with Rogues. Damien looked at me with mock pity, offering to marry me only to "hide my shame," while his six brothers stood as a human shield protecting Eve. They called me broken. They thought I was defenseless. But they didn't know I had already sent a message to the most dangerous wolf in existence. Just as Damien tried to force his claim, the ballroom doors exploded inward. The Alpha King walked in, eyes glowing gold, and pulled me against his chest. "She is mine," he growled, silencing the room. I looked at Damien and his brothers, holding up a silver USB drive. "You destroyed my reputation to protect her," I whispered. "Now, let's see if you still want her when you find out she's been sleeping with all seven of you." I plugged in the drive.

The Wife He Killed Returns To Destroy Him

I stood center stage in a wedding dress worth more than a small country, waiting for my final fitting. For seven years, I had trained to be the perfect mafia wife for Ethan, the future Don. Then the door slammed open. Ethan’s underboss walked in, hand on his gun, looking at me with zero respect. "The wedding is off," he said. "Ethan had an accident. He lost his memory. He doesn't remember the pact, and he doesn't remember you." Desperate, I drove to his private villa to help him remember. But I didn't find a confused patient. I found Ethan lounging on a sofa with a model on his lap, his hand sliding up her thigh. When he saw me, his eyes weren't blank; they were cold and annoyed. He hadn't lost his memory. He just wanted to void the contract without a war. To get rid of me, he ordered a hit. My car was rammed off a cliff that night. As I hung upside down in the wreckage, bleeding and broken, I heard his voice outside. "Make it look like a drunk driving accident," he told his men. "I don't want any loose ends." He walked away, leaving me to die in the rain. But he made one fatal mistake. He didn't check if my heart had stopped. They buried an empty coffin, and Ava Miller officially died. Two weeks later, a woman named Olivia Carter opened an investment firm across the street from his tower. I remember everything, Ethan. And I’m going to burn your empire to the ground.

From His Prison To Sweet Freedom

My billionaire husband fell under the spell of a New Age guru who let my mother die, calling her cancer a "karmic debt." His devotion to her became my personal hell. He locked me in a room full of snakes, carved flesh from my arm as a ritual sacrifice, and finally, had my dog killed and forced me to eat the remains. The man who once swore to protect me became my tormentor. But he made a fatal mistake. He didn't realize our divorce had just been finalized. So I walked out of that house, went straight to the airport, and started a livestream to burn his entire empire to the ground.

His Wife's Deadly Secret

The emergency alert from my son Leo' s smartwatch vibrated against my wrist-SOS. I found him face down in the pool, still. My wife, Jessica, stood by the edge, phone in hand, a glass of wine beside her, looking utterly bored. "He' s just faking it again, Liam. He' s trying to get attention," she said, as I pulled Leo' s limp body from the water. My world shattered, and with it, a dam of forgotten memories broke. My name isn' t Liam Hayes; it' s Noah Miller. I' d been in an accident, given amnesia, and then reshaped through countless surgeries into Liam' s spitting image-Jessica' s dead fiancé. I had been nothing more than a replacement, a puppet in a life that wasn' t mine. To find out Liam wasn't even dead, that he was sleeping with my wife right under my nose? It was unbearable. Leo knew. He knew Liam wasn't his father. That's why he fell in the pool. He didn' t fall, he sacrificed himself to expose the truth. Jessica knew he was terrified of water. And she let him drown, to punish him for revealing her carefully constructed lie. While my son lay dying, Jessica and Liam were celebrating their anniversary, taking smiling photos for the social pages. The grief was suffocating, but a cold, hard rage solidified in my chest. I cradled my son' s lifeless body, pulling out my phone. My fingers trembled as I scrolled past Jessica' s name and stopped at Evelyn Reed, her mother. When she answered, I said, "Evelyn, this is Noah Miller. I remember everything. Leo is dead. And it' s time for me to leave." The party was over, and my vengeance was just beginning.

The 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What's worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn't thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn't seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he's different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

Mr. CEO, Your Wife Shocks the World

"I will marry you. Wait for me!" Mabel woke up. She had that dream again. In her dream, a man said he would marry her. Just a dream. Five years ago, she was set up by her stepsister and became pregnant out of wedlock. She lost everything, including her baby. Five years later, she was forced to marry her stepsister's fiance, Jayden, who was sick and going to pass away. Having no choice, Mabel decided to marry Jayden, not expecting that Jayden was the man...

Phoenix Mode, Activated: Burn Me Once, Watch Me Rise

Chelsey loved Brett for seven years and tried everything for a baby-doctors, IVF, surgeries. Then she found out he'd been dosing her food with contraceptives. She woke back at the fire years earlier and watched Brett carry another woman out, leaving Chelsey to choke in smoke. She realized he'd been reborn too-and picked his "true love." Chelsey walked away and married Julian, her friend's cousin and the hot firefighter who saved her; he gave her all his money the day they married. Brett scoffed... until Chelsey shone at an AI summit and Julian's real identity shocked him. Seeing her with twins and another baby coming, Brett begged, "Come back to me! Please!"

Rejected No More: I Am Way Out Of Your League, Darling!

For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul-her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband's entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I'm out of your league."

Abandoned Luna: Now Untouchable

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. "You're angry?" he growls. "Angry enough to commit murder," she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.