Claimed By The One Who Rejected Her

Isolde's Rebirth For Her Destined Mate: The Brutal Alpha

A second chance to live? No! That never happens. Isolde Reagan's life has been all about saving her small pack, and accessing her inner wolf strength. But her grandmother believes it is time for her to get a mate. Whereas Isolde wonders who will want a powerless wolf like her as a mate. However, she is proved wrong when the charming Alpha of Wild moon pack comes for her. A ray of hope, as she thought, without knowing he had an hidden ambition to fulfill, while disguising and pretending to love Isolde in order to get the moonspike which was in the custody of Isolde's grandmother to save his pack and his sick mate, Celeste. However, Celeste is not whom she claims to actually be, she's like a green snake pretending to be a green grass. But Isolde's happy beginning takes a wrong turn when she realizes she had been played to marry a fake replica of her true mate, which was supposed to be Alpha Orion, but was framed up instead and got mated to the masked Beta Garett, who looked exactly like Alpha Orion. Feeling deceived and betrayed, In a bid to escape and plan her revenge, she is slowly taken by death. How is that even possible? And life comes by again, giving her a second chance. What decision does she make given a second chance to leave?

Pregnant For The One Who Banished Me

Vivian Has been forced to live in darkness as a maid under her father's roof. However, luck shines on her when she happens to be the destined mate of a powerful Alpha. Just the moment she is about to take the step to a new beginning, nemesis befalls her. She finds out that there is more to the man she trusted and loved, who also mated her step-sister on the same day Vivian was mated to him. She is left shattered and betrayed as to why her man is getting married to her step sister. She is maltreated by Alpha Cassius and Nora, her step sister, along the line, Karl who is the Alpha's brother will take a liking to Vivian and the two of them will be framed up by Nora, thus, making Alpha Cassius banish them out of his pack. But there are lurking dangers around and secrets lying beyond what the mind can imagine as she discovers that Nora and her mother are working for a higher authority and Karl wants something more. Who is this higher authority? What do they want? What more does Karl want from Vivian? Find out by reading more in this captivating story!!!

Lyra's Reborn For Revenge Against The Cruel Alpha

Do you ever think of a second chance in life? To go back in time and correct the foolish choices you made? Lyra and her pack have been living in torment of the villainous Lycan King. But in the middle of the trouble, she finds love. Or, she thought it was love. Despite constant warnings from the people around her to stay away from Damian who they didn't trust, Lyra was blinded by love to mate him. However, she receives the shock of her life when she finds out there is more to the pretentious Damian who has been conniving with her sister and best friend, Imogen. Along the line, Lyra found out she was pregnant. Fear gripped her immediately because she knew Damian was never going to let her live, especially in her current condition. She was equally afraid of her child coming to live in such a dreadful world. So, she hid it from everyone. Unfortunately, Imogen found out about it quickly enough. Slowly, Imogen had found herself falling in love with Damian. She instantly became scared that the child might create a bond between the both of them. And so, she poisoned Lyra who eventually bled to death and lost the child. Things turn around when Lyra is given a second chance to live. Time takes her back to the mating ceremony. It takes her a few minutes for lyra to realize what was happening. Immediately, Lyra cuts off the ceremony. Everyone is shocked of course. But she is filled with hatred, hurt, pain from the past that she thinks only of saving herself first. It felt like she could see right through them already. What does she find out as the truth? And what steps does she take to turn things around for her good? Read more in this captivating story!!!

Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: When Her True Colors Shine

After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."

Jilted Bride's Revenge: The Valkyrie Awakens

I had been a wife for exactly six hours when I woke up to the sound of my husband’s heavy breathing. In the dim moonlight of our bridal suite, I watched Hardin, the man I had adored for years, intertwined with my sister Carissa on the chaise lounge. The betrayal didn't come with an apology. Hardin stood up, unashamed, and sneered at me. "You're awake? Get out, you frumpy mute." Carissa huddled under a throw, her fake tears already welling up as she played the victim. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me erased to protect their reputations. When I refused to move, my world collapsed. My father didn't offer a shoulder to cry on; he threatened to have me committed to a mental asylum to save his business merger. "You're a disgrace," he bellowed, while the guards stood ready to drag me away. They had spent my life treating me like a stuttering, submissive pawn, and now they were done with me. I felt a blinding pain in my skull, a fracture that should have broken me. But instead of tears, something dormant and lethal flickered to life. The terrified girl who walked down the aisle earlier that day simply ceased to exist. In her place, a clinical system—the Valkyrie Protocol—booted up. My racing heart plummeted to a steady sixty beats per minute. I didn't scream. I stood up, my spine straightening for the first time in twenty years, and looked at Hardin with the detachment of a surgeon looking at a tumor. "Correction," I said, my voice stripped of its stutter. "You're in my light." By dawn, I had drained my father's accounts, vanished into a storm, and found a bleeding Crown Prince in a hidden safehouse. They thought they had broken a mute girl. They didn't realize they had just activated their own destruction.

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."

Heartbreak Billionaire: He Should Never Have Let Go

Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.

The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground.

Reborn Rich, My Vengeance Rises

My husband, Ethan Vance, made me his trophy wife. My best friend, Susanna Thorne, helped me pick out my wedding dress. Together, they made me a fool. For three years, I was Mrs. Ethan Vance, a decorative silence in his billion-dollar world, living a quiet routine until a forgotten phone charger led me to his office. The low, feminine laugh from behind his door was a gut-punch; inside, I found Ethan and Susanna, my "best friend" and his CMO, tangled on his sofa, his only reaction irritation. My divorce declaration brought immediate scorn and threats. I was fired, my accounts frozen, and publicly smeared as an unstable gold-digger. Even my own family disowned me for my last cent, only for me to be framed for assault and served a restraining order. Broke, injured, and utterly demonized, they believed I was broken, too ashamed to fight. But their audacious betrayal and relentless cruelty only forged a cold, unyielding resolve. Slumped alone, a restraining order in hand, I remembered my hidden journal: a log of Ethan's insider trading secrets. They wanted a monster? I would show them one.