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It was our sixth anniversary, but he chose that day to end it with me. Alpha Ivan Slade was my fated mate, bound to me by the will of the Moon Goddess. But when his chosen mate returned, carrying his heir, I became expendable. Instead of facing me himself, he sent her, Marissa Rowe, to deliver the final blow. With a smirk, she handed me the divorce papers while cradling her growing belly. For six years, I had waited for Ivan to see me as his true Luna. I believed the bond we shared would be enough. I was wrong. Signing those papers felt like the end of the world, but Marissa wanted to ensure I never had the chance to rebuild. On their private jet, as the plane cruised over the endless mountains, she made her move. I was thrown into the night sky, plummeting to what should have been my death. But I guess fate wasn’t done with me. Because instead of dying, I was reborn… as the mate to the Alpha King.

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

She was the girl he once raised, now she’s the wife he demands an heir from. Just five years after their scandalous marriage and her immediate exile, Madelyn thought she had been left in the past by her cold, and untouchable guardian turned husband—a man she hated, but still couldn’t forget. Then Zachary returns with a proposition: “Come home with me. Give me an heir and I'll help you get back what is yours.” When her failing business, stolen inheritance and a thirst for revenge leave her no choice, she boards his jet and walks back into a past that she tried to forget. But Madelyn will get to realise that Zachary isn't just the cold, aloof man that she thinks. He holds secrets. And she discovers one of them. A secret involving that dark night, and it changes everything she thought she knew. Betrayals and deceptions are revealed, and unexpected alliances— formed. Will Madelyn survive in the dangerous game of ambition, greed, power, lust and deceit or will her impulsiveness cause her downfall?

Seven years of marriage and Adrian Reeds never once bought his wife a gift. But he spent ten thousand dollars on a diamond bracelet for his secretary. Elise Vitale found it in his jacket pocket on a Tuesday. By Friday she had signed the divorce papers, boarded her private jet and left without a single tear. What Adrian never knew — what nobody in his world knew — was that the quiet, obedient wife he had neglected for seven years was the only daughter and heir of Don Victor Vitale, the most feared mafia boss in the country. She had hidden it to protect him. He had used her silence to humiliate her. Now the gloves were off. Adrian thought divorcing Elise would free him. Instead it started a war he had no weapons for — because the moment Elise walked back through her father's doors, she stopped being a wife and became what she was always born to be. A queen. And queens do not forgive. "You wanted a housewife. Congratulations — you had one. Now meet what I actually am."

CAMILA BLYTHE ASHFORD: 25 years old. The ex-wife of Sylvester. The female main protagonist. Camila is tall and has a pair of sexy legs that can lure any man’s eyes. Pointed nose, deep blue eyes, and pouty red kissable lips that give justice to her perfectly shaped face. Her thick eyelashes and deep blue eyes are her assets. She chose to divorced her husband because it was the best thing to do back then. She left the country without telling her husband Sylvester that they will be having a baby. SYLVESTER RAIN WEST: 6’6’’ tall, trim build, jet black hair, strong jaw. Romanesque nose, very manly, dark, sexy, and muscular. His eyes are as black as the raven adorned with a pair of long eyelashes and thick eyebrows. 26 years old. Male protagonist. His a famous engineer in the country. After Camila left, his world go upside down. Soon, he found out that all of his beliefs were all lies. Will their paths cross? Will Sylvester find out that he has a daughter?

Victor’s private jet has barely cleared the runway when Amelia gives in to the one man she’s never allowed to touch: her husband’s son. She has everything money can buy, except the intense, raw passion her body craves. Ethan has the fierce intensity that finally gives it to her. For nineteen stolen days they turn the penthouse into their personal playground: the marble island where she loses herself in his embrace, the glass shower where he holds her dripping wet, the marital bed where they lose all control night after night while Victor is away thirty thousand feet in the air. She was a bored trophy wife. Now she’s obsessed, counting the hours until her husband leaves again, because only Ethan can break through her walls, ruin her composure, and make her forget she ever belonged to anyone else. Nineteen days. No limits. No mercy. And when Victor comes home, she’ll greet him with the memory of Ethan still burning inside her, smiling like the perfect wife.

Tantalizing crimson eyes and jet black hair were all Lily could remember in the features of the enigmatic young man who saved her ten years ago when she was kidnapped. One day, she accidentally saw him again after ten years in the middle of a busy street in an unexplainable situation. Time froze for few seconds, people around her stopped moving, and in his snap of finger defreezes time, as the car in front of him lose control and crashed with the nearby truck. She was left dazed by what had just happened in front of her. The scene shocked her and triggered her memory of him. "The guy who saved me was no human," she murmured staring blankly, remembering their uncanny encounter a decade ago. "Grim Reaper?" Confusion was written on her face. He shook his head. "Non, I am Doom, and I bring death to people." After the street incident, she couldn't forget his face and his lines kept replaying in her dreams like a broken tape which made her wonder if this was part of the after-effects of her trauma or if it was destiny that aligned their stars to collide.

One night. No names. No lights. No mercy. Elias Hawthorne walked into that room seeking a distraction, a way to escape the crushing weight of his own expectations. He walked out undone in ways he still cannot name. The man who claimed him in the shadows was skilled, relentless, and completely anonymous. Until the blindfold came off. Damien Blackwood. His father's most hated rival. The very man whose corporate empire Elias had helped dismantle only hours before. Now, they are forced into the same high-stakes boardrooms, the same private jet cabins, and the same impossible orbit. Elias knows he should walk away, yet he cannot stop returning to the dark. Every single time, he tells himself it will be the last. But it never is. Damien isn't just shattering Elias's control behind closed doors; he is methodically dismantling everything Elias was engineered to be—his loyalty, his silence, and his perfectly calculated life. And the most terrifying part? Elias is letting him. Two rival empires. One explosive secret. What begins as a volatile game of mutual destruction slowly transforms into the only thing left worth saving.

[*Reverse Harem*] Growing up at her uncle's place, Anila was strictly controlled by all the outdated values in the small town. The worst thing was her uncle trying anything he could to stop her from leaving. But one day, a hot stranger Xaden appeared and handed Anila an offer from a university on the mysterious "Were-land". On the plane there, Xaden surprisingly revealed his true identity as a werewolf and introduced himself as Anila's "fated mate". Before Anila could process all the crazy news, she realized Xaden wasn't her only mate..... ---“Now, welcome to Zelds’ university, the best magic school available in all of Wereland.”Jet engines whir, the door sealing me inside as my eyes bulge out of my head in shock.Witch professor? Magic School?---Then I felt it, all over my flesh, that undeniable connection, the same one I felt when I first met Xaden.My eyes gravitated down the hall, knowing where to look in an unfamiliar place, butterflies left the confines of my stomach and fluttered in my skull, when my breath holds in my lungs, I have found them.That’s right. Them.

For one year, I believed Matteo De Luca had truly fallen in love with me. Our marriage began as an alliance, but he held me every night, kissed me before council meetings, and fastened the De Luca Donna brooch at my throat as if I already belonged beside him. Then his first love, Vanessa Ashford, came back. Within days, our official ceremony was postponed, her access was added to the Donna wing, and Matteo stopped wearing the family signet he once used to claim me in public. He said it was council business. But council business did not leave amber perfume on his skin. It did not sit beside him on a private jet to Palm Beach. And it certainly did not smile from the Donna’s chair while his friends watched me lose my place. The final humiliation came at a private dinner, when someone asked whether I was Matteo’s wife. He looked at me, then said calmly, “Elena and I have an arrangement.” That night, I stopped waiting to be chosen. Matteo could keep his first love, his title, and the home he let her enter. I packed my passport, my Florence contract, and the prenatal report he had never seen. Then I left New York with his child.