The Price of His Control

The Alpha's Surrogate: My Heart, His Treason

My mate, Alpha Kaelen, refused to complete our sacred bond. Haunted by his mother's death in childbirth, he brought in a surrogate to produce an heir, and I accepted it for the good of the pack. Then I overheard him planning a secret bonding ceremony—not with me, but with her. He told me he loved me, but it was her face he saw when he held me. He'd lie about rogue attacks just to spend nights at her cottage. At the annual gala, an ice sculpture shattered. He ran right past me as I bled on the floor to save the surrogate from a twisted ankle. He then used a forbidden life-force transfer to heal her tiny scrape, nearly killing himself in the process, while the pack healer told me my own deep cut could wait. He believed his betrayal was meant to protect me, that my love for him was so absolute I would simply understand. As he lay unconscious from the ritual, I walked into the Elder's council hall and submitted my application to perform the Ritual of Severance, a ceremony to permanently break our bond and erase me from his life.

His Betrayal, Her Blazing Return

My whole life was a joke, and I was the last one to get the punchline. I sacrificed everything after my parents supposedly died in a car crash, working three jobs to raise my little brother, Alex. I gave up my dreams, my college scholarship, everything, just to make sure he had the best. But at Alex's graduation party, the punchline hit. The hall doors opened, and in walked my "dead" parents, David and Mary Miller, alive, well, and wealthier than ever, accompanied by a woman my age whom they introduced as their real daughter, Jessica. They calmly informed me I was just "the help," a "tool" to raise Alex, who wasn't even my real brother. They confessed they faked their deaths to escape debt, planning to reclaim their "brilliant son" once he was successful. When I pleaded with Alex, the boy I' d raised, he looked away, siding with them. As they dragged me to a dark alley, no one came to help, not even Alex, who just watched. Then there was only darkness. Until I opened my eyes again. I was back in my old bedroom, on the day of my parents' fake funeral, eighteen years old again. It was all a lie. The love, the family, the sacrifice-all for nothing. The world spun with betrayal and rage. I didn't understand how they could discard me so easily, how Alex could betray me. Why were they so cruel? What kind of parents would do this? But this time, I wouldn't be the fool. I was back, and I was going to burn their whole world to the ground.

The Ex-Factor: A Dish Best Served

The steak knife in my hand felt heavy. For five years, I' d been Chloe' s boyfriend, paying for dinners like this, writing her college papers, driving hours just to see her. I thought it was devotion, love. Tonight, sitting across from her, watching her giggle and feed asparagus to her ex, Chad, it just made my stomach clench. She wasn' t even looking at me; she was looking at him. His ex-girlfriend, Lily, sitting beside him, coolly observed the scene, her calm piercing my humiliation. Then Chloe' s hand, the one not holding the fork, slid across the table and landed on Chad' s forearm, tracing a slow circle. "Something wrong, Mark?" Chloe asked, her voice laced with annoyance when I finally put my knife and fork down. Nothing was wrong. Just a hot shame crawling up my neck, realizing I' d been a fool. "To old friends," I said, raising my glass, my voice tight. "It' s great to see you two so... close." Chloe pulled her hand back, nervously laughing it off, trying to erase the moment with a familiar gesture that screamed she was lying. Chad, on the other hand, reveled in the tension, casually inviting us to his launch party. "Mark, you'll be there, right? Chad's parties are legendary," she chirped, then her eyes raked over me. "Just... try to wear something nice. Not one of your nerdy t-shirts. You need to make a good impression for Chad." The casual flick of her wrist, a public dismissal of my entire existence. A highlight reel of five years of sacrifice, of being a placeholder, of believing her excuses, flashed in my mind. The woman I loved was sleeping with her ex-boyfriend, and I was the "good boyfriend," the convenient option. My throat felt tight. The words wouldn't come, but a cold clarity settled over me. This wasn't a relationship; it was a long, slow humiliation. I was done.

The Bride's Dark Secret

Our wedding, live-streamed to millions, was meant to be my perfect future with the radiant Veronica. She was my salvation, helping me move past my "psycho ex," Clara Evans, who had supposedly clung to me pathologically. But then, from inside the grand piano, Clara's worn journal slipped to the floor. "What trash is that doing here?" I spat, kicking it away, reinforcing the narrative Veronica had perfected. The Event MC, David, picked it up, announcing the first entry: lyrics to Veronica's signature song, "Faded Embers," dated years before she claimed it. Veronica’s tinkling laugh felt suddenly hollow. I stepped in, defending her, pointing out a prep school melody only "we" would know, further solidifying Clara’s image as a delusional liar online. But David turned the page, reading Clara’s secret high school entries about me. "I think 'Faded Embers' is almost finished. It’s for him." Dated years before Veronica and I even met, before I "officially" knew Clara. My certainty wavered. This wasn’t the Clara Veronica had painted; this was a girl who admired me from afar, a pure unrequited love. The words continued, detailing Veronica's open cruelty: discarded gifts, her chilling taunt “You don’t belong here, street rat,” and the unimaginable horror of Clara’s 19th birthday. "He never believed me. He never asked," Clara had written. I swayed, remembering my cold judgmental rage, Veronica’s calculated comfort. A knot of sickening realization tightened in my gut. The lights flickered, a crystal glass cracked, an ominous sign. This wasn't a wedding anymore; it was a reckoning. And I, Ethan Cole, was just beginning to realize the monstrous truth about the woman I was marrying, and the horrific injustice I had enabled.

Obsessive Kiss: Love Is Consuming Me

For Flora, marriage was like a business, where each side had an agenda and took what they wanted from the transaction. She thought sacrificing herself for it was a bad idea, no matter what. So she had done what the obvious choice had been for her, to maximize what she could get in marriage: She had married Ivan, a charming, righteous man with great wealth. But little did she know that she didn't own this game. She was, instead, the prey. Ivan was the hunter, aiming at her and playing smart right from the get-go. And it hadn't taken long for her to fall head over heels in love with him, to become addicted to him.

THE SPITEFUL BRIDE: MARRY TO RIVAL'S SON

"Let's get married," Mia declares, her voice trembling despite her defiant gaze into Stefan's guarded brown eyes. She needs this, even if he seems untouchable. Stefan raises a skeptical brow. "And why would I do that?" His voice was low, like a warning, and it made her shiver even though she tried not to show it. "We both have one thing in common," Mia continues, her gaze unwavering. "Shitty fathers. They want to take what's ours and give it to who they think deserves it." A pointed pause hangs in the air. "The only difference between us is that you're an illegitimate child, and I'm not." Stefan studies her, the heiress in her designer armor, the fire in her eyes that matches the burn of his own rage. "That's your solution? A wedding band as a weapon?" He said ignoring the part where she just referred to him as an illegitimate child. "The only weapon they won't see coming." She steps closer, close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume, gunpowder and jasmine. "Our fathers stole our birthrights. The sole reason they betrayed us. We join forces, create our own empire that'll bring down theirs." A beat of silence. Then, Stefan's mouth curves into something sharp. "One condition," he murmurs, closing the distance. "No divorces. No surrenders. If we're doing this, it's for life" "Deal" Mia said without missing a beat. Her father wants to destroy her life. She wouldn't give him the pleasure, she would destroy her life as she seems fit. ................ Two shattered heirs. One deadly vow. A marriage built on revenge. Mia Meyers was born to rule her father's empire (so she thought), until he named his bastard son heir instead. Stefan Sterling knows the sting of betrayal too. His father discarded him like trash. Now the rivals' disgraced children have a poisonous proposal: Marry for vengeance. Crush their fathers' legacies. Never speak of divorce. Whoever cracks first loses everything. Can these two rivals, united by their vengeful hearts, pull off a marriage of convenience to reclaim what they believe is rightfully theirs? Or will their fathers' animosity, and their own complicated pasts tear their fragile alliance apart?

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart

After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary-but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.

My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her

My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?

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.