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Too Late, I Chose The Right Man
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One Girl, A Pack Of Beasts
Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power."She’s just like a sister to me, Eliana. You’re being dramatic."
That was Jax’s excuse every time he chose Catalina over me for three years.
When Catalina staged a fake drowning in three feet of water, he pushed me aside to save her, telling me my life wasn't his problem.
But the breaking point came when she deliberately pushed me down a flight of stairs.
My ankle shattered on the concrete. I was lying there in agony, unable to move.
Yet, Jax didn't check on me.
He stepped over my bleeding body to scoop Catalina up because she had a minor scratch on her elbow.
He screamed at me for "hurting" her.
While I lay in the hospital alone, waiting for surgery, he was spoon-feeding her soup in her dorm, posting photos captioned "My Hero."
He thought I would always be his "Elie Bear," the doormat waiting at home to clean up his messes.
He was convinced that no matter how much he hurt me, I would never actually leave.
But he was wrong.
I didn't scream. I didn't fight.
I simply signed the withdrawal papers, blocked his number, and boarded a one-way flight to New York without saying goodbye.
Three months later, when Jax finally realized his "sister" was a nightmare and came crawling back to beg for forgiveness, he found me.
But I wasn't alone.
I was holding the hand of a billionaire heir who looked at Jax with cold, deadly eyes.
"Touch her again," my new fiancé whispered, "and I will destroy your entire family by morning."
Chapter 1
The splash shattered the curated perfection of the pool party—a violent intrusion—yet it paled in comparison to the brutality of the words that followed.
Catalina had fallen into the water. It was a performance, a clumsy pirouette of limbs that anyone with eyes could identify as staged, her gaze locked onto Jax the entire way down. But Jax didn't see the performance. He only saw the damsel.
He didn't hesitate. He didn't glance my way. He launched himself into the pool, creating a second wave that sent cold, chlorinated water slapping against my legs.
I stood frozen on the concrete, the memory of our agreement clawing at my throat. Just yesterday, he had promised me.
"If she causes one more scene, Eliana, I'm done. I promise."
He surfaced, gasping, clutching a coughing Catalina against his chest as if she were fragile porcelain. He swam her to the edge, right to my feet.
"Jax," I whispered, my voice fracturing. "You promised."
He looked up then, water dripping from his dark hair, his eyes hard and unfamiliar. He didn't see his girlfriend of three years standing there. He saw an obstacle.
"Not now, Eliana," he snapped, hoisting Catalina onto the deck. "Your life is not my problem right now."
The air left my lungs.
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Too Late: She Chose The Billionaire Heir
"She’s just like a sister to me, Eliana. You’re being dramatic." That was Jax’s excuse every time he chose Catalina over me for three years. When Catalina staged a fake drowning in three feet of water, he pushed me aside to save her, telling me my life wasn't his problem. But the breaking point c/1/111148/coverorgin.jpg?v=256fc008c9dd278ff0d6dbffeb2fb2d3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too late Ex! I found my Mr. Right.
There's always a saying in the married world. "Love endures all." And I've always believed that lie. I've always fantasized that Andrea would someday understand what I felt about him. That if I endured a little longer, he would be kind to our children. I always hoped that we could end up happy. B/1/104480/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa9e04256337426735bbcb3ed3c2a5aa&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Innocent Traitor I Destroyed
I walked out of the federal penitentiary with a terminal cancer diagnosis and exactly six months to live. Desperate for money to pay for a sky burial, I returned to the Vitiello family, the people who now wanted me dead. Dante, the man I had loved since childhood, looked at me with pure hatred. H/0/22082/coverorgin.jpg?v=2c5512eed339c74bd0458bd1831023dc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Too Late For "I Love You"
My career as a restorative artist thrived, a perfect mask for the gaping hole my estranged mother left. For years, I'd demonized Eleanor, especially after my father's tragic death, blaming her for everything. So, when a Jane Doe, brutally disfigured, landed on my marble slab, it was just another c/0/82700/coverorgin.jpg?v=df010fbc9627ab43f413b1c3cbdc6b85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mother: I Am Reborn
My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be a fresh start, "Lottery Day" for the Life Path Augmentation (LPA) program. My toxic mother, Susan, was desperate for me to get the Support Role Optimization (SRO) LPA, reducing me to the compliant trophy wife I was in my first life before it all ended in tr/1/114488/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa43b39e60420d15cd8cac089b56e0d4&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, My Betrayer: Now I Shine
My life was a constant calculation of cents, a future sacrificed for Nathan's endless, failing business debts. I stood in the freezing discount supermarket, weighing two packages of ground turkey, my medical school dreams sixty days past due. Then, a diamond necklace, shaped exactly like the starbur/1/104520/coverorgin.jpg?v=2aa98307adaca2df0099d2423ef47421&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Mistress, I Chose Freedom
"The child is mine." My husband, the Capo of the Chicago Outfit, announced to the world, his hand resting protectively on his mistress's stomach. He was lying to save her life, but in doing so, he signed the death warrant for the baby growing inside me. Just hours before, I had finally gotten the/0/99698/coverorgin.jpg?v=543f454ffd81ab16b8a8ef7b37321891&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Dog; I Chose Empire
My masterpiece perfume launch ended in chaos, with my creation blamed for a mass allergic reaction that sent people to the hospital. My fiancé, Blake, the man who had promised me the world, was the one who framed me. He exiled me to a remote cabin for three years, claiming he was protecting me. In/1/114235/coverorgin.jpg?v=a47a78f2a1a7ccb8a114fd3bd884134f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Alpha: I Am Free Now
The pack was howling in celebration outside, roaring for their new, undisputed Alpha. My husband, Ryker. But inside my study, there was only the quiet scratch of my pen signing my true name. For thirteen years, I had endured a hollow, loveless mating. On the day we met, he publicly humiliated me, c/1/114500/coverorgin.jpg?v=bbbed285cba248e27d628e8d2e75e90c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Nanny, I Chose Revenge
Clara came home from a fourteen-hour board meeting to the sound of a piercing scream in the playroom. When she rushed in, she found her husband, Chadwick, kneeling on the floor in a panic. But he wasn't looking at their five-year-old son, Leo, who had a massive bleeding welt on his forehead. Instead/0/87500/coverorgin.jpg?v=26daa0074953f1d2bda7f32574cdf4e3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wrong Man At The Right Time
For four long years, Tessa Blake stood in the shadows of the spotlight, patching up bruises and broken hearts behind the scenes of Nathan Cross-the college's golden quarterback and her longtime best friend. She was the nurse, the tutor, the emotional crutch. The girl who stayed. Through every injury/0/82840/coverorgin.jpg?v=7a193ff22870116f698e031a9e153e04&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late for Apologies
For nearly a decade, I walked through life as Mrs. Hamilton, wife to the charming and successful Ethan. Our perfect marriage was more than a facade; it was my very existence, bound by a secret Soul Pact that determined whether I lived or died. Then, seven days before my designated survival deadlin/0/25655/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d76678b4e1d1d033d723b1f424a06de&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Five Years Too Late
It all started with, eighteen years old Jasmine Reinle finding out she was pregnant for her secret boyfriend, just a few days to her high school graduation. She intended to hide the pregnancy news from her parents, but unfortunately, her parents already somehow found out about it before she got hom/0/39027/coverorgin.jpg?v=624e96955072212d8b7c5888b9cd6bea&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Too Late To Confess
Can we like someone we just met? Lucy feels that way, she's just met a cute guy on the rooftop of the mall, and she instantly likes him. What should Lucy do? Should she confess to him that she has a crush on him? But, what if he stays away because of her confession?/0/80761/coverorgin.jpg?v=1142a4eb1c3c56049251cd5fdddb43b9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Richard
For eight long years, I was trapped in Richard Blackwood’s mansion, an agreement to care for his son, Ethan, after my sister Eleanor’s death, but I called it a cage. Just as my contract neared its end, Ethan accused me publicly at a glittering gala, screaming that I was trying to replace his mother./0/85131/coverorgin.jpg?v=b089eaf8f1f915f434489adbcb1a7304&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Husband
Emma gave her heart, her vows, and finally her body to Caleb-believing love would grow, even if it wasn't there in the beginning. But Caleb Morgan never looked at her with affection. He only saw her as a means to an end: a womb to carry the child who could save his mistress son. Pregnant and emoti/0/81638/coverorgin.jpg?v=18a2bcc18dcb21287dc00314e8d213b5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late, Mr. Vanderbilt
For three years, my high-society marriage to Ethan Vanderbilt was a gilded cage, filled with a silence louder than any sound. I had loved him for seven years, a fervent adoration that secretly curdled into despair, despite being married to a man who barely acknowledged my existence. Then, hidden i/0/81938/coverorgin.jpg?v=bcaaccbd7d0c41dcaa987842bc1b5541&imageMogr2/format/webp)
