His Other Baby

Revenge Is Sweet: Marrying His Worst Enemy

I was staring at the two pink lines on the plastic stick, trembling with the terrifying joy of carrying the heir to the New York underworld’s most ruthless faction. Then the intercom buzzed, and a voice splintered my world. "The little art student actually thinks I'm going to marry her? It was just a game to pass the time while you were in Europe, Estella." I froze. My boyfriend, Holden, was in the next room, laughing with the daughter of his rival. He explained that I was just a "clean civilian image" he needed to secure a business deal. Now that the deal was signed, he was dumping the "stray" to marry the "Queen." I tried to run, but freedom only lasted forty-eight hours. Holden didn't just break my heart; he turned my terror into content. He kidnapped me, tied me to a chair at the edge of a cliff, and forced me to choose between my life and his new fiancée's. Then, he pushed me off the edge. As gravity snatched me, I heard him laughing. I landed on a stunt airbag. It was just a "social experiment." A sick prank for his amusement. "Don't be so dramatic, Kenia," he called down. "It's just a game." He thought I was broken. He thought I was just a prop in his life. But he forgot that I knew his secrets. I dragged my injured body to a payphone and dialed the one number Holden told me to fear—the rival Don, Gael Simpson. "It's Kenia," I whispered, clutching the receiver like a lifeline. "I'm calling in the debt."

Rejected By The Alpha: The Starlet's Return

On my eighteenth birthday, as my bones broke and reshaped for my First Shift, I looked up at Autry from the cold marble floor. The Alpha. My guardian. And as the moon decided, my Fated Mate. I reached a trembling hand toward him, desperate for the bond to settle the agony tearing me apart. Instead, he recoiled. "I reject you," he spat, his voice devoid of emotion. Beside him, his Beta mistress smirked, wearing a diamond bought with his pack's debt. He didn't reject me because I was unfaithful; he broke our soul bond because I was a "charity-case Omega" with no political value. He threw a check onto the floor, letting it land in a pool of my own sweat, and gave me one hour to get out. But exile wasn't enough for them. To ensure I couldn't return, they framed me. While I was bleeding out at the border, they released doctored photos accusing me of sleeping with Rogues, destroying my reputation just to save his poll numbers with the council. I watched a livestream of them bulldozing my mother's rose garden, laughing as they erased my existence. He thought I would die in the wild. He thought the rejection had killed my wolf. Five years later, I stepped out of a limousine in front of his corporate tower. I wasn't the scrawny orphan anymore. I was J.B., the face of Vogue, carrying the awakened power of the rare White Wolf bloodline. Autry rushed to meet me, eyes glowing gold, thinking he could simply snap his fingers and get his mate back. He didn't notice the massive sapphire ring on my finger. Or the Alpha of the European Silver Mist Pack standing behind me, ready to tear his throat out if he took one more step.

Choosing The Assistant Over The Ruthless CEO

I signed my own divorce papers thinking they were an investment in our future. Craig handed me the stack of documents with a smile, telling me it was to secure assets for our unborn children. I trusted him more than gravity, so I didn't read the fine print. Hours later, at his promotion party, I watched him announce his engagement to Chanel, the company heiress. I rushed to check the folder I had signed. It wasn't a trust fund. It was a complete dissolution of our marriage. I received no alimony. He kept the house and the stocks. And the box for "no child visitation" was already checked. The cruelest twist came the next morning. I stared at a pregnancy test with two pink lines. I was pregnant with the child of a man who had just tricked me into a divorce and called me "dead weight" in a text to his mistress. When I tried to disappear and rebuild my life, Craig didn't let me go. His ego couldn't handle my silence. He kidnapped me, locking me in a warehouse to "fix" our marriage, delusional enough to believe we could be a happy family after he caused me to lose the baby. I thought I would die in that cold, dark room. Then, a truck rammed through the wall, engulfed in flames. Felix, the quiet assistant I had barely noticed for five years, walked through the fire to get me. As he carried me out of the burning wreckage, leaving Craig behind, I realized he wasn't just an employee. He had been waiting to save me all along.

My Husband's Billion-Dollar Baby Deception

For fifteen years, I gave up my dream of being a mother for my husband. He was the heir to a billion-dollar empire, and he carried a family curse—the women they loved died in childbirth. I accepted it, for him. Then, his dying grandfather demanded an heir. To save his inheritance and "protect" me, he hired a surrogate. A woman who looked exactly like a younger version of me, who he promised was just a clinical arrangement. The lies started immediately. He began spending every night with her, claiming she needed "emotional support." He missed our anniversary. He forgot my birthday.

When Love Became Cold Abandonment

The phone call came on a Tuesday, a regular day until the private investigator' s flat voice delivered news that shattered my world: "Sarah, I found him. He' s alive." Three years of grieving for my presumed dead husband, a Navy SEAL, ended with that devastating revelation. But the real blow came next: he was living in Oregon with another woman, his estranged sister Lisa, who was now the beneficiary of his life insurance, a change made just a week before his disappearance. This wasn' t a rescue; it was a betrayal, a meticulously planned abandonment. I drove six hours to a quiet town, finding him on a porch swing, relaxed and healthy, with Lisa beside him, very pregnant. The sight broke something in me, dissolving any lingering hope. When I confronted him, his guilt and fear were clear, yet he offered hollow excuses about protecting Lisa and obligations. My anger and pain erupted; I hit him, screaming about selling our house to fund the search, losing everything while he played house. Lisa screamed about her baby, and I froze, seeing her pregnant belly-the ultimate betrayal. He couldn' t deny it; he nodded, confirming their child. The man I married, the hero, was now a coward who looked at me with cold abandonment. The fight drained, leaving a cold void. I demanded the insurance money, a bitter exchange for my wasted life, and walked away, a stranger to the man I once loved. The man I knew was dead to me. I flew to a new country, seeking a new life away from the ruins of my past. But the phone rang. It was his voice, hesitant, then full of doting tenderness for Lisa and their baby, a love he once reserved for me. He asked if I got the money, then promised to "make things right" once Lisa was settled. My voice dripped with contempt as I told him not to bother and hung up. His new happiness was a physical pain, a cruel reminder of all I' d lost, including our own baby, conceived before his disappearance and lost to the stress of searching for him-a fact he never knew, and would never know. I knelt by our child's unmarked grave, vowing he deserved to pay.

Betrayal In A Care Package

My phone buzzed on the workbench, a welcome distraction from the failing painting in front of me. It was Sophia, my wife, her voice sweet and composed, the way it always was for her millions of online followers. She needed a "care package" for a wilderness retreat, a three-hour drive away, in a brewing storm. I, the dutiful husband, agreed. But when my beat-up sedan skidded and the box burst open, my world shattered. It wasn' t camping gear. It was a collection of expensive adult toys and delicate lingerie-things she' d never worn for me. My "care package" was for her sponsored student, Liam. The realization hit me like a physical blow. This wasn' t a mistake; it was a brazen betrayal, and the sweetest voice I knew had just ripped my heart out. A cold dread settled in my chest, a hollow, aching void. Then my phone buzzed again. "Ethan, where are you? It' s taking forever! Liam and I are getting really bored out here. And we need that stuff." Bored. They were bored, waiting for their toys, while I drove three hours to deliver the proof of my shattered marriage. The sweetness in her voice was gone now, replaced by sharp impatience. The last thread of denial snapped. This was a deliberate, cruel mockery. A rage, cold and hard, started to simmer beneath the pain. She wasn't going to get away with this. "I' m close," I said, my voice flat and unfamiliar. "I' ll be there soon." I would deliver her package. And then I would look her in the eye.

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 5-time Rejected Gamma & the Lycan King

COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What's worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn't thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn't seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he's different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?

The Unwanted Heiress And The Cold-Hearted CEO

"You don't belong here. Get out!" Hanna, the rightful Wheeler daughter, came back only to be expelled by her family. Her fiancé cheated on her with the fake daughter, her brothers looked down on her, and her father ignored her. Then, she crossed paths with Chris, the formidable leader of the Willis family and her fiancé's uncle. "Let's pretend it never happened." Despite Hanna's hope to part ways, Chris insisted she be responsible. He threatened to reveal Hanna's true talents as an outstanding doctor, a brilliant screenwriter, and the brains behind a famous design studio, forcing her into marriage. Chris was once asked to protect someone. Destiny reunited them in tricky circumstances. He had planned to keep his promise and provide a safe haven, only to find Hanna was far from the delicate woman she seemed. She was witty and cunning...

The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

Beneath His Ugly Wife's Mask: Her Revenge Was Her Brilliance

Elliana, the unfavored "ugly duckling" of her family, was humiliated by her stepsister, Paige, who everyone admired. Paige, engaged to the CEO Cole, was the perfect woman-until Cole married Elliana on the day of the wedding. Shocked, everyone wondered why he chose the "ugly" woman. As they waited for her to be cast aside, Elliana stunned everyone by revealing her true identity: a miracle healer, financial mogul, appraisal prodigy, and AI genius. When her mistreatment became known, Cole revealed Elliana's stunning, makeup-free photo, sending shockwaves through the media. "My wife doesn't need anyone's approval."