The gold digger

Claimed by the Alpha King

Dominic Blackthorn, the ruthless Alpha King of the Shadowmoon Territory, has always ruled with an iron fist. Beneath his cold exterior, however, lies a loneliness he dares not acknowledge. When a prophecy reveals that an omega is destined to either strengthen or shatter his reign, Dominic is forced to claim Rowan Ashwood a fierce, independent omega who refuses to bow to any alpha, let alone the man responsible for her deepest fears. Rowan has spent her life hiding from the rigid roles of her kind, vowing never to submit to an alpha's will. But when fate forces her into an unbreakable bond with Dominic, she's torn between the fiery chemistry between them and the crushing weight of the power he commands. As sparks fly and passions ignite, Rowan must confront a painful truth: she is not just an omega she is the key to the destruction or salvation of an entire pack. As Malachi Darkfang, a treacherous beta with ambitions of his own, plots to overthrow Dominic, Rowan must find her place in a world where love is as dangerous as power itself. Will she embrace her fate, or will her defiance tear them both apart?

The Billionaire's Secret Heir.

Ava Sinclair thought she had buried her past. Five years after a whirlwind romance with billionaire playboy Julian Drake ended in heartbreak, she's built a quiet life for herself and her son, Ethan. Her bakery, Sweet Reverie, is her sanctuary until Julian strolls back into her life, unknowingly upending everything she's fought to protect. Julian has spent years chasing success, but the thrill of power and wealth has begun to feel hollow. When he runs into Ava, the woman he never truly forgot, he's determined to win her back. But what he doesn't know is that he left more than just a broken heart behind he left a son. As Julian and Ava are drawn back together, old wounds resurface, and secrets threaten to unravel. Complicating matters is Harold Kent, Ava's scheming landlord, whose sinister agenda could destroy everything Ava holds dear. With love, betrayal, and redemption on the line, Julian must prove he's more than the reckless billionaire Ava once knew. But can Ava trust him with her heart and their son's future?

Money comes first before love

Elena Monroe has always believed that ambition trumps emotion. As a rising star in the world of financial journalism, she's built her career uncovering the secrets of the wealthy elite-without ever getting too close. But when she's assigned to investigate Nicholas Hastings, the enigmatic billionaire known for his ruthless business tactics, her carefully constructed world begins to crumble. Nick Hastings doesn't let anyone into his life, and for good reason. His empire was built on grit, sacrifice, and an unshakable focus on success. Love? That's a distraction he can't afford. But Elena's sharp wit and fierce determination chip away at the walls he's built, leaving him questioning everything he thought he knew about power and control. As Elena delves deeper into Nick's world, she uncovers a dangerous secret-one that could either save him or destroy everything he's worked for. Torn between her duty to expose the truth and her growing feelings for the man behind the mask, Elena faces an impossible choice. In a world where money always comes first, can love find a way to rewrite the rules? Or will ambition and betrayal tear them apart forever?

The Rejected Luna.

Camille Jones has spent her life as the lowest-ranking member of the Moonfall Pack, quietly enduring the scorn of those who consider her weak. But everything changes when she discovers her fated mate: Joffrey Smith, the ruthless Alpha. Her heart soars with the hope of escape, of finally being seen and loved. Instead, he rejects her in front of the entire pack, shattering her dreams and leaving her broken. Determined to move on, Camille fights to reclaim her life, but the mate bond lingers, haunting them both. Joffrey may have rejected her, but he can't deny the pull that ties them together. As Camille's hidden powers begin to surface, she realizes her destiny might be far greater than she imagined. And Joffrey? He'll do anything to keep her under his control, even as he's forced to confront the one thing he fears most: losing her. In a world where fate is a double-edged sword, Camille must find her own strength or risk being trapped forever by the Alpha who rejected her. Can she turn her rejection into her greatest weapon, or will her heart lead her back into the arms of the man who betrayed her?

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

Claimed by the Obsessive Billionaires

Two days before her wedding, Serena Vale thinks she has everything. Love. Stability. A new job. A perfect future. That is until she finds out her fiancé has been cheating on her and is unapologetic about it. Broken-hearted, she leaves alone for what was supposed to be their honeymoon where she runs into two powerful billionaires. Rafael and Nikolai are supposed to be rivals, but little does the world know that they share a lot of interests, including the same woman. They both want her. They both claim her. And neither of them wants to let her go.

Never Yours Again: Too Late To Chase Me Back, Mr. CEO!

Ever since Ryan took her in, Kailey had tried to be sensible and pleasing, shaping herself around his moods. He'd raised her, but she never saw him as family; she'd been sure they'd end up together. On the day she turned twenty, ready to confess her feelings again, his beloved woman came back. Kailey overheard, "Kailey is just a kid to me; I could never look at her that way. The only person I love is Olivia." She walked away, and Ryan fell apart. Later, at her wedding, Kailey smiled in white. Ryan pleaded, "I regret it, Kailey. Please don't marry him." Calmly, she said, "Can you let go? My groom won't appreciate it."

The Scars She Hid From The World

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Craving for My Tyrant Husband

I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend. On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card. He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face—he only called me baby on video calls. I ran to my best friend’s house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him. My best friend cried and begged me: "He’s Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!" But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I’ll protect you" softly. Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I’ll go. Not for the money, but to ask him to his face— Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?