Sold by My Own Fiancé to the Mafia DonThe masked man who dragged me into a mafia Don’s bed laughed when I begged him to let me go.
“Please. I have a fiancé.”
“Then forget him.”
His voice sounded familiar.
Afterward, he caught me trying to throw my fiancé’s necklace into the sea.
He opened the pendant. Inside was a childhood photograph.
His own.
The man who had handed me over to another man was the one who’d promised to marry me.Dumping My Ungrateful Werefox for a Loyal WerewolfMy werefox scratched me badly enough to need stitches—then texted to complain that dinner was late.
For a year, I paid for Kaelen's luxury, endured his cruelty, and waited for a bond he swore he would never give a lower-tier human like me. So I went to the Therian Registry and asked to exchange him.
There were no gentle golden retrievers available. Only a dangerous-looking werewolf no buyer wanted—the best-behaved beast in the registry, scheduled to die in the fighting arena that day.
Nobody wanted him. Nobody wanted me either.
So I chose the wolf.
Kaelen expected me to come crawling back. Instead, he watched the rejected werewolf give me the devotion he withheld—and discovered too late that jealousy feels a lot like love. The fox refused my bond. The wolf may become my family.Diamonds for Her, Divorce for HimOn the third day after I gave birth, my husband Marcus told me he had an urgent business trip. He left me alone in the hospital to care for our newborn.
Three days later, just as I was finally being discharged, his childhood friend Sierra posted a photo on Instagram. It was a cozy family portrait: Sierra, her daughter, and my husband smiling beneath the caption, “A happy family of three.”
That same night, she showed off the diamonds he bought her. In the comments, Marcus promised that twenty years from now, he would buy “their daughter” a set too.
Our six-day-old son was crying in my arms.
Marcus had already forgotten he existed.
So when he threatened me with divorce again, I didn’t beg him to stay.
This time, I said yes.They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My Body“Mom, I’m really going to die. Please believe me this once.”
She was silent for two seconds.
“Since you hate coming back to this family so much, then don’t come back again.”
That night, while the fake heiress celebrated her engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic.
I begged my parents to call the police. My fiancé called only to warn me, then blocked my number.
Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save an unidentified burn victim.
In the end, she was the one who pulled the white sheet over my face.
She never recognized her own daughter beneath it.His Secretary Called Me a HomewreckerI went to my husband’s office to tell him I was four months pregnant.Before I could see him, his chief secretary called me a homewrecker.She dragged me into a conference room, beat me until I bled, and swore I would never give birth to Arthur Sterling’s child.When I told her I was his wife, she only laughed.
“You even dared to carry Mr. Sterling’s bastard? I’ll make sure it never sees the light of day.”
I screamed that I was Arthur’s wife. Chloe only laughed.
“If you’re his wife, then who am I?”
Then Arthur arrived outside the door.Possessed by My Twin Alpha Stepbrothers“Don’t touch me…”
The words spill out of me in a broken whisper. My fingers dig into the leather seat like I’m trying to shove away a weight that isn’t even there.
“Don’t touch you?” A low voice chuckles right against my ear. “Then why the hell are you squirming like that? You like it. Admit it.”
Strong hands pin my wrists above my head.
“Quiet.”
A second voice, deeper, colder, cuts through the dark.
It feels too real.
Two pairs of hands slide over the fabric of my dress, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging rough palms up the burning skin of my thighs. The material rasps against me and a shameful little sound catches in my throat before I can stop it.
I force my eyes open inside the dream.
The second those two faces lean in close, my heart nearly stops.
Caden and Eric.
My twin alpha stepbrothers.
