The Silver Moon's Betrayal

Lunar Bonds: Alpha's Redemption

Journalist Elena Carter anticipates a peaceful reprieve from her turbulent past when she relocates to the remote village of Blackwood Falls. Rather, she discovers a realm of mysteries, peril, and a myth she never accepted: werewolves. The sulky Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, Kieran Blackwood, is doomed by a troubled history and a battle to restrain his wolf nature. Elena is thrown into a lethal game of pack politics, rogue wolves, and an unbreakable bond when she discovers his secret. Elena and Kieran have to cooperate to defeat a shared foe as the town's attacks intensify. However, trust is brittle, and with each new moon, the distinction between humans and beasts becomes more hazy. Can they put aside their disagreements to keep the community safe and one another or will they be torn apart by the specters of the past?

Beneath the Veil of Doubt

Maya Evans has spent the entirety of her twenty-four years living under the suffocating expectations of her family. Raised by her aunt Ruth, who often treated her less like a niece and more like a pawn in her own personal game of control, Maya has always struggled to find her own voice. Her stepfather, Martin, is no less oppressive, constantly reminding her that her worth in life lies in her ability to secure a wealthy and stable marriage. His disapproval is the invisible hand that pushes her toward a life she feels she has no say in - a life bound by obligation and dictated by her family's rigid standards. Living in a small coastal town where everyone knows everyone's business, Maya feels the weight of her family's expectations pressing down on her every single day. It's a place that's picturesque and serene on the outside, but beneath the surface, it's a prison where the unspoken rule is that women marry for security, not for love. Maya's every move is watched. Her every action scrutinized. Yet, no matter how hard she works at the quaint café that's become her safe haven, or how hard she tries to make peace with the life they've chosen for her, she cannot escape the feeling that something essential is missing - a sense of autonomy, a chance to define her own path. Her family, particularly her aunt Ruth, has arranged for her to marry George, a man they insist is her only ticket to stability. He's wealthy, successful, and well-established, but Maya feels nothing for him except resentment and frustration. George's controlling nature, his condescending attitude, and the stark age difference between them make her skin crawl. But in her family's eyes, George represents the security that Maya has been conditioned to believe she needs. And so, she remains silent, hoping the engagement will be a distant memory in her mind's eye, even as she counts the days until her escape. One evening, after yet another heated dinner with her family, Maya meets Ethan Blackwood, a man who will change the course of her life. He's nothing like the men her family wants for her - in fact, he seems to have no place in the world she's known. Ethan is an enigma, a stranger in town with a quiet intensity that both unsettles and intrigues her. With his dark hair, sharp features, and the faintest hint of melancholy in his eyes, Ethan radiates an air of mystery that makes her question everything she's ever believed about love, security, and happiness. From the moment Maya and Ethan meet, there's an undeniable connection, one that both frightens and excites her. He treats her with respect and kindness, seeing her not as an object to be managed but as a person, a woman worthy of her own choices. For the first time, Maya feels seen and heard, not for her family's plans or her status as a "good match," but as herself - a woman with desires, dreams, and a heart that yearns for more than what's been offered to her. Every encounter with Ethan feels like a breath of fresh air, a glimpse into a world where she could be free from the weight of her family's expectations. However, as Maya begins to open her heart to Ethan, she begins to notice strange things about him - his reluctance to talk about his past, his frequent absences, and the air of mystery that surrounds him. It isn't until a chance encounter with a business associate of his that Maya learns the truth: Ethan is not just a charming stranger. He's a billionaire, one of the wealthiest men in the world, hiding from the press, the constant pressure of his family, and the suffocating demands of his high-profile life. The revelation shocks Maya to her core, not because she's repelled by his wealth, but because it's another layer of deceit that forces her to question everything about him. Had he been using her? Did he ever truly care for her, or was this another game for him to play? As their relationship deepens, so does the distance between them, and Maya is left questioning whether the man she's begun to fall for has been truthful with her at all. At the same time, Maya's family becomes more insistent about George, pressuring her to accept his proposal and end this rebellious phase of her life. Her aunt Ruth has made it clear that she will no longer be tolerated as a free spirit, and that her future lies with George. Martin, too, reiterates that a man like George is the only chance Maya has to escape a life of hardship and uncertainty. The pressure mounts, and Maya is torn between the man she's come to care for - a man who holds secrets she's not sure she can trust - and her family's manipulative plans. In the midst of this emotional turmoil, Maya must make a choice. Does she follow her heart, trusting Ethan even when everything she's known and been told seems to be unraveling? Or does she submit to the life her family has laid out for her, knowing she'll never feel the same way about George? Can she forgive Ethan's lies, or has she been blinded by her need for love and acceptance?

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes

Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

His Twisted Game, My Dangerous Love

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

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.

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."