Fleur Isabelle Delacour

one night will change the lives for those involved forever, and they will never ever be the same again and solve the mystery...

Trevor Farren cheated on me—with a hostess, no less. He bought her a villa, handbags, necklaces, and even whisked her away to the Maldives. Everything I had, she had too. In my fury, I resolved to retaliate. I found myself in the smoky halls of a nightclub, learning shameful, provocative moves from the women there. I would seduce him and make him fall for me all over again. I vowed to crush him in the end. I'd ruin him. Strip him of everything he held dear until he tasted the bitterness of despair, the way I had. Standing before the mirror, I traced my curves with a sly smile. "Trevor, do you like what you see?"

At my formal betrothal announcement ceremony, Carmelo Conti, the old Don of the Conti Famiglia places the ring that symbolizes the authority as a Don before me and tells me to choose my groom. Whoever I choose shall become the heir. I don't hesitate to pass the ring to Aldo Conti, Simone Conti's uncle. The atmosphere in the hall goes eerily silent. Everyone knows that Simone and I are childhood friends. I've taken a bullet from a rival aimed at Simone before. Till now, I still have the scar to prove it. Meanwhile, Aldo is Carmelo's youngest brother. He's also known as the most cold-blooded and blood-thirsty assassin in the family. No one dares to provoke him at all. What everyone doesn't know is that I've made a completely different choice in my previous lifetime. At that time, I had chosen Simone. On the same night after we held our wedding at the cathedral, Simone and my stepsister, Clodia Moretti, slept together. All the elders in both families were enraged, to say the least. They had Clodia flown to Novarria, and she was never to return ever again. Simone pinned the blame on my possessiveness. Since then, he traveled everywhere with young women who looked like Clodia. He often flirted with them right in front of me, too. Later on, I was hunted down by the assassins. Before I died, I managed to dial Simone's number so that I could call for help. All I heard were his low panting and Clodia's loud moans. Just like that, I breathed my last with immense hatred in my eyes. Now, I've gotten reborn. In this lifetime, I shall grant Simone's wish by letting him be with Clodia. But he has the nerve to regret everything he's done to me.

He was her first everything—first love, first heartbreak, first mistake. Her brother's best friend. Her personal nightmare. The guy who made her life unbearable. He bullied her. Broke her. Took her innocence, then tossed her aside like she was nothing. And when she finally ran, she swore she'd never look back. But fate is cruel. Now she's back, standing in front of the man who ruined her. Only this time, she's not the weak girl he once broke. She's stronger. Untouchable. And keeping a secret that could change everything for him. The moment their eyes lock, the past crashes into the present—hot and unforgiving. Lust. Anger. A hunger neither of them can control. Does he regret what he did? Does he even remember the way he shattered her? She tells herself she won’t fall for him again. She won’t let him back in. But when he grabs her waist, pins her against the wall, and growls that she still belongs to him—she knows she’s in trouble. Because the Alpha always takes what’s his.

Fiona’s life with the Alpha was going smoothly, but things started to fall apart for her when rogues began to attack their pack. Her brother went missing in the chaos and when things looked like it couldn’t get any worse, the alpha finds a new mate and Fiona is faced with a rejection after becoming pregnant for him. Betrayed by her mate, the alpha, and sentenced to death by his new lover’s deceit, Fiona flees from her pack for the safety of her life—and that of her unborn child. Will she find redemption and eventually find her missing brother, or will she get caught up between the attacking rogues? Or Will she fall into the mysterious and powerful hands of the external forces, controlling the rogue's attack on her pack?

On my birthday, the dining table was loaded with all my favorites. My mom had been cooking and baking the entire afternoon, insisting everything be perfect for when Mike got home from work so we could celebrate together. But then, he called and said his first love had been drugged at a bar, and he had to go help her. I stopped him and begged him not to go. Mike snapped at me. "Jesus, Em, don’t pull this jealous wife crap. She’s alone, defenseless, and unconscious—I can't let some random dude take advantage of her!" My mother heard those words and was so enraged that she had a heart attack. She died on the spot. Just like that, my mom died on my birthday. I called Mike, asking him to attend my mom's funeral. But before he could reply, I saw Cathy Miller's latest Instagram post, captioned: [Mikey… after all these years, it was always you.] Mike had liked it. My thumb moved before my brain caught up, typing out the only words that mattered: [A homewrecker and a lying bastard. Hope you rot together.]