From Betrayed Fiance To Head Sentinel

The Suppressed Luna: Awakening the Royal Blood

For three years, I swallowed bitter suppressant pills every morning. I dimmed my light and hid my identity as the Alpha King's daughter, all to be the perfect, submissive Luna for Santino. I thought love was enough. I was wrong. Santino brought a pregnant Rogue woman into our Pack House, claiming she carried his late Beta's child. But the way he touched her, the way he let her wear his shirt and sit at the head of my table, screamed the truth. When I demanded respect, he didn't apologize. He slapped me. The strike echoed through the room, shattering the last of my restraint. He looked down at me with disdain, mocking me as a weak female with no family and no power. He even gave my dead mother's heirloom necklace to his mistress, watching as she broke it. "You are nothing without my protection," he spat. He truly believed I was a helpless Omega. He had no idea he was standing on land bought with my dowry, protected by Wards tied to my blood. I wiped the blood from my lip. My eyes shifted from soft brown to a terrifying, glowing silver. I reached out through the ancient mind-link he didn't know I possessed. "Damien," I commanded the Royal Guard waiting in the shadows. "Destroy it all." Santino wanted a war? I would give him an apocalypse.

The Mafia Queen's Bloody Vengeance

I woke up with a searing pain in my side, hearing my husband Ethan’s voice just outside the door. He was telling our doctor he’d taken my kidney without my consent to give to his mistress. “Her body is a family asset,” he said, then walked in and lied that my own kidney had failed. For ten years, I built his mafia empire and nursed him back from death. In return, he carved me up like an animal for the woman he was cheating with. As he held my hand, feigning concern, I decided to make a call. To the one man in this city my husband truly fears.

Too Late For Apologies, Andrew

My husband, Andrew, a promising politician, asked me for a divorce for the eighth time. It was always the same drill: his 'childhood best friend,' Gabby, would throw a tantrum, threaten his mayoral campaign, and he' d oblige, promising to "fix it later." This time, the exhaustion was bone-deep, but when we sat in our lawyer' s office, something felt different. Chloe, the paralegal, grimly asked if she should schedule the reconciliation filing for next month, as usual. "There won't be a next time," I heard myself say, shocking even myself. But Andrew, ever the politician, just gave a weak, placating excuse about calming Gabby, just like always. Later, I walked into our brownstone to find Gabby and Andrew in the kitchen, laughing amidst a flour-dusted mess. My obsessively neat husband, covered in flour, asked if I could whip up Gabby's favorite coq au vin. "No," I said, a word that felt foreign on my tongue. Andrew' s face flushed; he shoved me, then dragged me by the arm and locked me in the dusty pantry, telling me I' d stay there until I learned to be "a supportive wife." Hours later, Gabby opened the door, sneered, and drenched me with a bucket of ice water. Something inside me, long dormant, snapped. I lunged, swung the empty bucket, and caught her head with a dull thud. Andrew rushed in, saw Gabby crying, grabbed a handful of my wet hair, and roared, "You crazy bitch! Apologize to her, or get the hell out of my house right now!" "Okay," I said, pulling out my phone. He looked confused. "Okay, what?" "Okay, I'll get out." I finally dialed Wesley, my old architecture mentor, the man Andrew had demanded I cut out of my life years ago. "Wesley?" I whispered, tears pricking my eyes. "Can you... can you come get me?" He didn' t ask why. "Send me the address. I'm on my way." This time, there was no turning back.

The $50 Amazon Empire

I developed the AI that powered Innovatech's meteoric rise, securing $50 million in Series B funding. My wife, Bella, our CEO, promised me significant public recognition and a hefty bonus for my pivotal role. But after calling me on stage, she handed me a flimsy envelope containing a $50 Amazon gift card. Hours later, I scrolled through her latest social media posts: Julian Vance, our new 'Chief Branding Officer' of two months, grinning beside a new Tesla Model S Plaid, sporting a limited-edition Audemars Piguet watch, all company-expensed, with Bella's caption praising his "contributions to our Series B success." The humiliation deepened when I discovered my generous bonus was withheld. Worse, my entire engineering team' s monthly performance bonuses were zeroed out, with a sub-note about "inefficient resource utilization"-a transparent excuse to cover Julian's exorbitant spending. To add insult to injury, Bella then brazenly demanded my late grandmother's cherished sapphire locket for Julian, promising to reinstate my team's stolen bonuses in return. The audacity was breathtaking. How could the woman I built this empire with, my partner, my wife, so completely devalue my work and our shared legacy for a charlatan who barely understood our product? The betrayal wasn't just personal; it was a professional insult, a systematic dismantling of integrity and respect. "I want a divorce," I told her, the words flat and final. This wasn't merely about meager compensation; it was about reclaiming my worth and liberating my brilliant team from a company spiraling into delusion. I would ensure Bella paid the ultimate price for choosing a fraud over the very foundation of her empire.

Desire To Have You In My Arms

Edmund had been searching for Rebecca ever since she left with his unborn child seven years ago. Over the past few years, he had got rid of all the thorns in their path. He had ruthlessly dealt with his grandfather and parents, who were against his decision to be with her. Now he was on the verge of losing control! The moment he found her, he knew the void in his heart would finally be filled. He was determined to catch his little rabbit before she escaped once again! This time, no one could stop him. Would Rebecca get trapped by him or would she give him the slip again?

A Favor To My Boss

Emma had agreed to pretend to be her boss's girlfriend at an event where his ex-wife planned to show up with the guy she had cheated with. "We'll see how this turns out."

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.

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.

Diamond In Disguise: Now Watch Me Shine

Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, "Do you think you deserve it?" Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, "Marry me?"

Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss

Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.

The Masked Heiress: Don't Mess With Her

Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins-a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. "It's time to reveal your true identity, darling."