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When I'm about to apply for medical insurance for my son, Connor Sawyer, who's about to start his first year in kindergarten, I'm told that I'm not his biological father at all. "Are you sure this is your son? The system shows that his father is an entirely different person." I don't respond at all. Instead, I secretly take a photo of the unfamiliar-looking address before tracking it down. It turns out that it's actually a residential area right by my own. The moment my wife, Giselle Lambert, sees me, she freezes momentarily. At the same time, she blocks the door subconsciously with her hand. "In the end, you still found out about the truth. But there's no use kicking up a fuss, you know. I never mistreated you in any way over the past three years, after all." When I notice the familiar figure standing behind Giselle, I feel my limbs going cold. That person is actually my younger brother, Vincent Sawyer, who has just graduated from college. Vincent hands Giselle a glass of water before smiling at me apologetically. "Don't blame me, Hayden. The doctor says that I'm severely depressed, so I can't handle hearing a child's cries at all. I'm really thankful to you for raising Connor on my behalf in the past few years." At that moment, Connor, who's supposed to be waiting for me in my car, rushes into the apartment. He runs into Vincent's arms happily before turning to look at me. "Don't cry, Uncle Hayden. Daddy says you're a good person, so he's asked you for help. Mommy tells me that if I call you 'daddy' in your home, I'll get to visit my real daddy during the weekends."

Imagine finding out your current lover is your deceased fiancee's murderer, what would you do? Continue the relationship? Or bring him to justice?

In a single night,her world went down in ashes. Nyla Romano, the only surviving daughter of a powerful Mafia family, witnessed the brutal end of her family. Years later, she returns under a false name, entering an arranged marriage with Luca Vanti, heir to the rival family she believed were responsible for her family's death. But when she discovers Luca is the man from her one night stand years ago and the father of her child, her mission of revenge becomes uncertain. As feelings grow,buried secrets surface, Nyla must face the ultimate betrayal... one that started inside her own bloodline.

"Father, I accept the marriage alliance with the Blackwood Pack." Silence stretched on his end of the link before he finally replied, "Caterina, are you certain?" "I am." I didn't tell him the real reason. Last night, a heart-shattering agony ripped through our Mate Bond, through that damned bond, I saw everything— My mate, Alpha Rocco, was in the cabin on his private hunting grounds, pinning his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett, against the wall and kissing her with a desperate frenzy. I confronted Scarlett directly at the pack meeting, a flicker of triumph flashed in her eyes before she feigned innocence. "Caterina, I have no idea what you're talking about." Just then, Rocco's voice boomed through the open mind-link, echoing in the minds of everyone present. "Caterina, as the Luna of the pack, you shouldn’t cause a scene like this. Scarlett is just a friend. " In that moment, my heart died completely. He was my Alpha, my husband—the man I had spent years helping rise to power. I severed my mind-link with Rocco. The pain of the forced disconnection was so intense I could barely stand, but I straightened my spine and sent my reply. "I'll be home in two weeks." Go home and marry the most powerful Alpha in North America. They say he is cold and ruthless, unmoved by any she-wolf. Perfect. I don't need love. I just need an Alpha strong enough to help me secure the Silver Moon Pack. And as for Rocco? The Moon Goddess gave us a destiny, and he shattered it with his own hands. Now, I will seize my own.

There are only three things Zayden Mercer cares about: Winning. Protecting his younger brother. And never letting anyone discover what he really is. As captain of the Arctic Wolves, Zayden has built himself into UCLA’s perfect hockey prince. Disciplined. Untouchable. Admired. A lie held together by pressure, fear, and self-control. Then there’s Ronan Devereaux. The Northstars captain is everything Zayden despises—arrogant, beautiful, filthy rich, and born an S-class alpha without even trying. Wherever Ronan goes, attention follows. Omegas fall at his feet. Coaches worship him. And worst of all? Ronan enjoys breaking Zayden apart. When Ronan discovers Zayden’s twisted secret obsession, their rivalry turns into something darker. More intimate. More dangerous. Because Ronan doesn’t expose him, he keeps him. What starts as blackmail spirals into a brutal game of control, humiliation, obsession, and desire neither of them can escape. And somewhere between the fights, the blood, and the lies, Zayden realizes the person ruining his life may also be the only one who truly sees him.

In an ancient time of castles, palaces, kingdoms, kings, and queens, Aurora was the soon-to-be Luna of the Moonfang pack, and she had just one dream. To finally find her mate and have the perfect soulmate to rule her pack with. Finally, a year before her coronation, she met him. Perez. A common rouge with no name or glory. His identity doesn't stop her pure heart from giving him a chance. On the day of her coronation, she gives up her crown to him. Making him the Alpha of her pack instead of her being crowned Luna. However, things take a horrible turn when he breaks their mate bond, kills her father, and banishes her immediately after becoming king. He was a man with a mission and now he had successfully snatched Aurora's pack from her. Left broken and dejected, Aurora leaves. Will she be able to rise from the ashes? Will she be able to get her revenge? And will she have the strength to stomach the new truths she will uncover?

“I can scent your arousal, Mate!! You have to give in, you have to submit!” He warned with a deep voice and just then, my eyes bulged out before I turned to look at him. 'He knew we were mates all these while?' I thought inwardly as I stared at him in the dark. “You can't resist the urge for too long, Elora” he added, trying to convince me. “Never! I can hold it in! It'll end soon enough!” I declared defiantly, not wanting to submit to Alpha Killian, the one Alpha I hate and loathe.

After one reckless night he can’t remember, Narat wakes up in a stranger’s bed—only to discover that stranger is Kasit, the cold, arrogant CEO who now holds his future in his hands. Desperate for money to save his sister, Narat agrees to a deal. One condition. Marriage. But it’s a trap. Kasit wants revenge. He plans to make Narat fall, use him, then destroy him. Narat has his own plan—take the money, play the game, and walk away untouched. Two straight men. One dangerous lie. A battle of pride, manipulation… and forbidden desire. But when hate starts to feel like love— who will lose first?

It was my first time going to my boyfriend’s home for the New Year. In the middle of dinner, his childhood friend suddenly slammed her spoon on the table. “Cole, how could you bring a bar girl to our New Year’s Eve dinner?” The room fell silent. Everyone thought she simply had too much to drink. But she spoke with complete confidence. “One of my friends works on the vice squad. He arrested her himself. There’s no way he got the wrong person.” She threw a police penalty notice onto the table. My name was clearly printed on it. I was stunned. Last month, the city’s vice squad had arrested dozens of people. I was the one who approved and signed those cases. I had just taken office as bureau chief.

Leon Santoro's ex-wife and their daughter pushed me down the stairs. I lost the baby. Leon came to see me in the hospital. He sat beside the bed, his expression as composed as always, and said, "She's a child. She didn't know what she was doing. I'm sorry you had to go through this. I apologize for Rosalie." "That's it?" I asked. "Just an apology?" He turned to look at me. "What else do you want? Money? Stock?" "I can't exactly make Rosalie pay with her life for what happened to your child." Your child. Not our child. So he truly never cared about the baby I was carrying. He'd made a promise to his ex-wife Giselle: Rosalie would be his only child. When I told him I was pregnant, he'd barely reacted. Just a shrug and a flat "I know," like I'd told him the weather. Thinking about it now, I looked at him and asked quietly, "You're relieved, aren't you? Now that the baby's gone."