Luna Eclipse

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Angela, a powerful and hardworking werewolf who had suffered terrible heartbreak and shame. Her mate, the one she was meant for, rejected her, leaving her humiliated. The agony of his rejection caused the collapse of her family, as she couldn't bring herself to forgive him for what he did. Desperate to escape the grief and disorder, Angela left her pack and moved to the human city to start anew. There, she began to rebuild her life, finding a small sense of peace and direction. But just as things were settling down, fate had other plans for her.

The Billionaire's Ex Wife Revenge

Sarah had planned her life to follow in the footsteps of her father and become a well known renowned journalist. She was on the verge of completing her journalism course when her father had to marry her off in an arranged marriage to the son of a powerful mayor, Andrew. A closed door agreement to save his company.

Romantic Homicide

Sarah thought her marriage was her chance at happiness after a lifetime of hardship. She believed Jake, her husband, loved her, but dark secrets emerge, exposing that she is only a stand-in for Isabel, his brother's wife. Isabel, a woman who took over Sarah's life and stole her chance at gratitude, controls Sarah's world with manipulation and cruelty. As Sarah's pregnancy and plans to escape unravel, she discovers a way out with the surprising return of a man thought lost forever. But can she escape the cage they've built around her, or is it too late?

RUBY LYCAN

Sophia, who everyone thought was a human was mated to the next to be Alpha of the Crescent moon park, Abel. Abel hated the fact that he was mated to a human and a human would become his luna. Abel wanted a strong mate that would become a luna, he wanted to become the strongest alpha that the Crest moon pack have ever had and he wanted a strong luna by his side. Sophia had overheard Abel talking to his friends about how he didn't like her and wanted to reject her. Sophia was heart broken, she had tried so hard for Abel to accept her. As Abel rejected her as his Luna Sophia could not hold the pain, so far nobody wanted her, she had caused so much pain to her adopted family, people insulted them cause they adopted her. Sophia ran out the pack in tears, she was eager to end her life, eager to free everyone from her weak self. Abel wants her gone, he wants her dead, maybe it was her time to finally go. Sophia ran to the mountains with tears and a broken heart she jumped down the cliff into the water.

CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH MY BILLIONAIRE EX

Synopsis Onika Orion, a self-made publicist and artist, is stunned when Nathan McAlison, the billionaire who broke her heart seven years ago, reappears in her life. Nathan, under pressure from his company's board to marry or lose his job, turns to Onika for help. Onika is deeply wounded by their past, and she is determined to hold him accountable for the awful agony he caused. Nathan's unexpected proposal throws Onika into a flurry of emotions and decisions. She initially sees it as an opportunity for vengeance, but as she spends more time with Nathan, old emotions surface, testing her resolve. To make matters worse, Nathan's manipulative mother, Willow, and his deceitful fiancée, Gina, intend to destroy Onika's future. As Onika navigates these perilous waters, she discovers an unexpected friend in Kent Leonard, Nathan's business adversary with his own grudge. Kent's reasons, however, become increasingly questionable as his obsession with Onika grows. The tension builds to a climax as Onika learns the truth about Nathan's past and Kent's deception. A series of dramatic encounters occur, culminating in a final clash that puts everyone's life in danger. In a thrilling climax, Onika must choose whether to forgive Nathan and pursue a future with him, or to allow her need for vengeance consume them both. Contract Marriage with My Billionaire Ex is a thrilling story of love, retribution, and redemption, complete with twists, betrayals, and an unlikely romance.

From Broken Trust To Unbound Love

HOW DO YOU FLUSH TWELVE years of marriage down the drain? Can you flush twelve years of marriage down the drain? When Richard, Flora's husband of a dozen years, tells her that he fathered a child outside of their marriage, her whole life plan is turned upside down. While she freely admits that she's been married to her career, she thought they were on the same page: she'd make partner at her corporate law firm, his construction firm would thrive, and then they'd start a family. They'd be financially secure – creating a life without the money worries they both grew up with. That's why Flora couldn't process what Richard was telling her.

Between Ruin And Resolve: My Ex-Husband's Regret

After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"

She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen

Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"

The Fallen Heiress's Debt to the Billionaire

I was once the princess of the Upper East Side, but now I’m just "debt wrapped in pretty skin." To keep my father alive in a federal penitentiary, I signed a contract I didn't fully understand. I thought it was about restoring my family's name, but producer Barnett Orr treated it like a bill of sale for my soul. Inside his limousine, the air smelled like gasoline and fear. Barnett didn't want a star; he wanted a victim. He bruised my jaw and ripped my vintage silk gown to shreds, laughing because he knew I couldn't fight back without signing my father's death warrant. "Don't forget who owns you, Felicity," he whispered. When he dragged me into Dewitt Knight’s penthouse party, I was a walking disaster. I huddled in Barnett’s oversized jacket, my lip bleeding and my spirit shattered. The elite crowd didn't see a victim; they saw a fallen girl selling herself for a role. A former rival poured red wine over me, and the room erupted in cruel laughter while Barnett told everyone he was just "testing my commitment." I looked up at the balcony, locking eyes with Dewitt Knight. He was a god in a bespoke suit, looking down at me with cold, lethal disgust. He didn't see the bruises or the desperation. He only saw a transaction he found beneath him. "So the rumors are true," he said, his voice cutting through the music. "The Aguilars really will do anything for money now. Even this." I was trapped between a monster who wanted to break me and a man who thought I was trash. No one cared that my father's life depended on my silence. When Barnett cornered me in a guest room later that night, his belt jingling like a death knell, I realized no one was coming to save a girl like me. I fought back with a crystal vase, shattering it against his shoulder, but I was drowning in my own terror. Just as Barnett lunged for my throat, the door was kicked off its hinges. Dewitt stood there, finally seeing the blood on the carpet and the map of purple bruises on my bare back. He chased the monster away, but I didn't feel safe. I locked the guest room door, wedged a chair under the handle, and slept with a silver letter opener pressed against my skin. When I crept into the kitchen at midnight and found him waiting in the shadows, I aimed the blade at his heart. "In this house, no one hurts you," he promised, his voice a low velvet rumble. But in a world where I had already been sold once, I knew that even protection came with a price I couldn't afford to pay.

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.

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.

Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it's another business document. Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine. The only rule? Don't fall in love. I broke it. He didn't. So I'm cashing out. Thirty days from now, I'm gone. But now he's noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me. He says he'll never let me go. But he has no idea I'm already halfway out the door. How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?