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"Take them off yourself, or I will do it for you." Ten sessions. Two hundred thousand dollars. Her brother's life for her body. Dr. Avery St. Clair signed a contract in blood. To save her family, she has to fix the mind of Obsidian City's most feared monster, Dominic Kessler. He's a Mafia Don rotting from the inside out. A bullet gave him C-PTSD and a touch so sensitive he can't stand being touched. Avery is the only antidote who can calm him down. So he locked her in his villa. But Dominic is playing a game he's already lost. He doesn't know Avery is the woman from seven years ago. The stranger who saved him on that dark gambling ship and disappeared before sunrise. He doesn't know the scar on his wrist is burned into her memory. And most of all, he doesn't know the autistic little girl hiding in her clinic is his own daughter. While Avery hides the truth behind her professional mask, their little girl feels his every nightmare. Every flashback. Every crack in his monster mask. When the secrets finally come out, his empire will fall. He'll lose his sight. His throne. The only woman who ever made him feel human. To win her back, he'll have to destroy the monster he became. And help her burn down the man who murdered her parents. She won't make it easy. This is not a love story. It's a monster learning to beg. Why read this? Obsessive Mafia Hero Secret Baby with an Autistic and Gifted Daughter Identity Reveal "Touch Her And You Die" Energy Massive Groveling and Revenge A Heroine Who Fights Back No Cheating. Happy Ending Guaranteed.

"Fuck", I gasped when Kaelen suddenly tore me away from his skin, panting heavily. My fingers shivered. My mind refused to let go of the taste of his lips. I... I just... kissed the beast. What the fuck just happened? ***** Sold to a cursed beast by her wicked father and stepmother as a sacrifice, Mirella concludes that it is the end to her miserable life. However, the unexpected happens - instead of being killed she's marked and claimed by the beast Kaelen! Now she is seen as the only hope for the Alpha's cure, and she's suddenly made the Luna of the pack and his wife. Determined to break the curse and free him so he can let her go, Mirella risks everything. Along the line, things get blurry, and feelings begin to grow for this strange beast... But their happiness comes at a price, a price that Mirella isn't sure she is willing to pay. With the clock ticking down to a dangerous final choice, Mirella must decide whether to save the Alpha or not. Will Mirella abandon the wolf her heart yearns for, or will she risk her life to save his?

Vivian bears the weight of an ancestral curse, a yoke forged in darkness, which was meant to be broken. A future ravaged by war and chaos loomed, threatening her destiny but Vivian's path was not yet set to answer to her inheritance. Ignorant of her true identity, she couldn't control the powers she possessed, losing loved ones in the process and consumed by self-guilt. Yet, from the ashes of despair, she felt the rage and determination to harness the powers consuming her in her shadow and forge a new path; maybe she could get back all she had lost in all possible ways she could. Prophecy were made, and a formidable force stirred, rising to challenge her claim. When a greater threat arose, Vivian faced a brutal reality: prepare for battle or succumb to the shadows but there was a price to pay. She was left with two options; reclaim her birthright or shatter the chains of destiny!

The forest floor was a blur of wet leaves and black soil under my bare feet, a desperate escape from a monster whose shadow felt like the end of the world. Then, nothing. I woke up in a lavish room, my body aching, my arm broken, and my mind a terrifying blank slate, with no memory of who I was or how I got there. Panic, cold and slick, wrapped around my throat. I tried to remember my name, my home, my pack – anything – but there was only a vast, terrifying emptiness where my life should have been. The Alpha, Kaelen, a man of formidable power and chilling detachment, found me and planned to send me away to a neutral shelter, a terrifying prospect of being cast out again. Yet, when I desperately craved chocolate mousse and raw venison, he secretly provided them, a strange indulgence hidden from his pack. The fragile safety shattered when agonizing pain coiled in my gut, forcing a raw scream of his name. He came, silent and rigid, guiding me through the intimate agony. In that moment of absolute vulnerability, a profound certainty bloomed: "You're my Alpha Prince." The words struck him like a physical blow. His eyes, usually cold as river stones, flashed with raw, hunted panic before the mask slammed back down. He walked away without a word, leaving me with a terrifying question: What truth had I stumbled upon, and why did my desperate devotion ignite such fear in the most powerful wolf I knew?

"What do you want, Aveline?" The Alpha King's silver eyes burn into mine as he drops to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs like he owns them. His voice is a command, not a request, and I'm trembling, unable to form words. "Say it properly, or I walk away and leave you like this." The night before our wedding, I discover that the man sworn to hate me is also the only one who can bring me to my knees. All Aveline ever wanted was a mate who would protect and cherish her, someone to take her away from a pack that rejected her the moment they discovered she was wolfless. Instead, she gets public humiliation when her fated mate rejects her, then gets sold as a bride to the cursed Alpha King-a man whose hatred runs deeper than she could ever imagine. Alpha King Thorne doesn't just despise weakness. He despises her. The moment he sees her face, he's reminded of the mate who betrayed him, the one who chose death over being his. Her only purpose? To bear his heir. Nothing more. Stripped of her title and thrown into a world of dark politics and ancient prophecies, Aveline must survive not just his cruelty, but the dangerous obsession growing between them. Because the man determined to break her is the same one who makes her body sing with a single touch. "You're mine, Aveline. Tomorrow you become my wife. My Luna. My breeder." What happens when duty becomes desire, hatred transforms into possession, and the girl meant to be broken becomes the only one capable of bringing the most powerful alpha to his knees?

Ashley Parker's world shatters when her Alpha, Adrian Rodrigue, publicly rejects her, branding her unworthy and choosing another as his Luna. Humiliated and cast out, Ashley becomes a target for the new Luna's jealousy-fueled assassins, barely escaping with her life. Broken but unbowed, she was taken in by a rogue Alpha who sees the fire in her soul-a strength even she didn't know she possessed. Under her guidance, Ashley rises, transforming into a fierce and feared Luna, her silver wolf a symbol of power and defiance.

Aiden Madden, Alpha of Blackwood, intended to reject his arranged mate, Emery Travis, whom he deemed "loose" from scandalous photos. But her scent hit him like a physical blow-his Fated Mate. Then, he watched in horror as another man intimately touched her, confirming his worst fears of betrayal and igniting a blinding rage. Consumed by fury, Aiden rejected her via a cold text, leaving her humiliated. Unaware her new boss was this same man, Emery endured harassment and an attack at Blackwood Corp. The rejection tore Emery's soul. Her father questioned her honor, and her tyrannical boss forced her to arrange his new lover's seating. Yet, she saw impossible pain in his eyes. Broken yet defiant, Emery fought back, uncovering lies meant to destroy her. Aiden, witnessing her resilience, slowly realized the horrifying truth: the woman he condemned was his true Fated Mate, and he had made the biggest mistake of his life.

I died on a filthy bed in a back-alley clinic. I willingly sacrificed my own corneas so the Mafia man I loved could see the light of day again. But my soul was forced to stay behind, watching another woman claim my sacrifice as her own. Dante reclaimed his throne as the Mafia boss. Believing the lie that I had abandoned him, he unleashed his vengeance upon my family. "Where the hell is she hiding?" He shattered my brother's hands and drove my mother to her death. He absolutely refused to believe the fact that I was already dead, convinced instead that I was just cowering from his wrath. It wasn't until my medical records were thrown right in his face that Dante finally realized whose eyes he was using to look at the world. The truth drove him completely insane. He burned the whole world down just to beg for my forgiveness. "Gianna, please wait for me!"

In the heart of modern Seoul, where neon lights hum like restless ghosts, Lee Mira lives a second life she was never meant to have. Once consumed by a mysterious fire that should have ended her, she awakens in a world that doesn't quite feel real - where shadows move through networks, and her reflection whispers secrets she can't unhear. Haunted by the past and hunted by the truth, Mira begins to unravel the cause of the blaze that stole everything from her. But the deeper she digs, the more she realizes the fire wasn't an accident - it was a message. A warning. A creation born from her own hands. Now, with Evan Choi, the man who once saved her and might still betray her, Mira must walk the line between vengeance and redemption. Together, they navigate a city built on memory and deceit - where love burns as fiercely as revenge, and every secret has a pulse. Because some flames never die. They remember. And they always find their way home.

The Ghost Who Guarded Me isn't your typical second-chance romance. It's the kind where the hero doesn't just break the heroine's heart. He puts a bullet in her shoulder. He leaves her for dead in a desert grave. He lets her believe he chose evil over her. And he does it all to keep her alive. The Reckoning When the club discovers Catalina is alive, Cade reaches her first. He offers the only protection he can give: marriage. In the MC world, a wife is untouchable. Harm her and you declare war. She agrees for her daughter. Not for him. Living together, she discovers the truth: his safe holds five years of evidence, all prepared for her reckoning. His cruelty was never cruelty. It was the only way to keep her alive. Now she must decide if understanding is the same as forgiveness. And the club is already coming for them both. The Premise Catalina Salazar was the daughter of a motorcycle club president, a good man who believed in honor, even among outlaws. When her father dies under suspicious circumstances, Catalina becomes a target. The club needs a scapegoat for a federal investigation. She's convenient. Expendable. Cade Reyes is the man she loves. He's also the club's rising enforcer. When the vote comes down, he faces an impossible choice: defend her and die beside her, or condemn her publicly and pray she survives. He chooses condemnation. In front of the entire club, he calls her a traitor. He volunteers to execute her. He puts a bullet in her shoulder deliberately and dumps her in a mass grave with a corpse to explain the blood. He leaves her a bag: water, cash, a map, a passport. She wakes among the dead. She walks out of the desert. She crosses the river alone. She doesn't know he planned it. She only knows he chose them over her. The Five Years Catalina builds a new life in Texas. She discovers she's pregnant. She raises their daughter alone. She builds an embroidery business from nothing, one stitch at a time. She learns to survive without him. Cade stays inside the club. He becomes the president's most trusted weapon while secretly collecting evidence against the men who killed Catalina's father and framed his daughter. He doesn't know she survived. He doesn't know about their child. He only knows he has to finish what he started.

For five years, I built a new life from the ashes of my old one. I was a mother to Cale, the kindest boy in the world, and the woman who was destroyed by Congressman Hampton Garner was just a ghost. Then a schoolyard fight brought it all crashing down. The boy Cale fought was Ignatius-my son, the one Hampton stole from me at birth. To protect Cale, I knelt on the principal's office floor and begged for his forgiveness, just as Hampton himself walked through the door. He warned me to stay away, but then used our sick son to drag me back into his world, threatening Cale's life to ensure my compliance. I was trapped between the son I raised and the one I was forced to abandon, a pawn in their cruel games all over again. Then Hampton's brother appeared, offering me a chance for revenge, but only if I played his game and put my family in the crossfire. I was a pawn once. Never again.

I was a brilliant scientist, but in my family, I was always the shadow to my perfect, manipulative sister, Jetta. On the day I was set to receive the prestigious Harrison Award, my family was only focused on her graduation party, dismissing my life's work as a mere hobby. That same day, I was brutally attacked in my own lab. The men who did it used Jetta's keycard and sneered that she sent them to "teach me a lesson" and put me in my place. Bleeding out on the cold floor, I made one last desperate call to my fiancé, Hayden. "Stop being so dramatic," he snapped before hanging up. "This is Jetta's big day. Don't you dare ruin it for attention." My mother came downstairs, saw nothing but a mess, and left a voicemail scolding me for being selfish. My soul ripped free from my body, forced to watch them celebrate. I saw the love in Hayden's eyes-not for me, but for Jetta. To them, my death was just another one of my "attention-seeking stunts." Now, as a ghost trapped in my own home, I watch them find my body and slowly piece together their neglect from my journal. But they've overlooked the one thing that will expose it all: the memory pendant around my neck, which recorded every horrifying second of the truth.

Eleonora woke up in the hospital, still feeling the terrifying weightlessness of her own suicide. She realized her chilling nightmare was actually a prophecy: she was destined to be the tragic, disposable villain, while her adopted sister Addisyn was the beloved protagonist. On the day of her discharge, her father abandoned her to celebrate Addisyn's eighteenth birthday. When Eleonora dragged her recovering body back to her family estate, she found her biometric access wiped and her home turned into a chaotic nightclub. Addisyn had taken over the master bedroom and was wearing Eleonora's late mother's priceless sapphire necklace. When Eleonora coldly demanded her property back, Addisyn squeezed out fake tears and played the pitiful victim. Instantly, Eleonora's childhood fiancé and lifelong friends stepped up to shield Addisyn. They scolded Eleonora for being cruel and classless, demanding she sleep in the guest room so she wouldn't ruin the party. Downstairs, the elite guests mocked her as a crazy, jealous freak who was bullying her sweet sister. In her nightmare, their blind devotion to this manipulative parasite had driven Eleonora to jump off a skyscraper. She was the sole legal heir to the Carlisle estate, yet they expected her to quietly hand over her home, her mother's legacy, and her life to a thief. But Eleonora was no longer a victim. She pulled out the irrevocable trust documents, proving her absolute ownership, and looked at her loyal butler. "Cut the power," she ordered coldly. "Throw every single trespasser out the gates."

"Sign it," Simon growled, slamming the document onto the rickety table. As the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack and my fated mate, he wasn't asking. He was commanding me to give my Wolf Essence—the source of my life—to my dying sister, Laila. "If I give her my essence, I will die," I whispered, my body already trembling from the hidden poison coursing through my veins. But Simon only looked at me with cold, amber eyes. "Stop lying, Zora. You're just jealous because she is the future Luna and you are nothing. Sign it, or I will reject you publicly right now." Broken and hopeless, I signed my life away. I died the moment the silver scalpel touched my skin on the operating table. It was only during the autopsy that the surgeon screamed in horror. She discovered my organs were liquefied by chronic Wolfsbane poisoning. And worse, she found that I had no essence to give. My primary essence had already been stolen five years ago—carved out of me by Laila herself to fake her own power. Simon fell to his knees in the morgue, the realization shattering him. He had forced his true mate to die to save the monster who had been killing her all along. In a fit of madness, he executed Laila and then drove a silver dagger into his own heart, desperate to find me in the afterlife. "I'm here, Zora," his ghost wept, kneeling before me in the realm of the dead. "Please, forgive me." I looked at the man who had watched me rot without seeing me. "No," I said. And I turned my back on him forever.

My fiancé cheated on me with a bottle service girl on the giant screen at our own engagement party. I woke up the next morning in a strange bed, smelling of sandalwood and expensive scotch, only to realize I was in the penthouse of Julian Blackwood—the man I had cruelly humiliated ten years ago. Before I could even process the shame, my world collapsed. My father suffered a massive stroke, and my half-brother Conrad immediately moved to seize the family empire, while a swarm of illegitimate siblings emerged to strip us of every cent. "You're a stain on my floor, Vivian," Julian told me, his eyes as cold as a stormy sea. He didn't just want me gone; he wanted to watch me go bankrupt. My stepmother hissed that I needed to get on my knees and beg him to be our lawyer, or we’d end up on the street. Then, a biker with a metal bat tried to kill me on a dark Hamptons road, proving my own family had already put a price on my head. I didn't understand why the boy I once called "the gardener's son" was now the only one standing between me and a shallow grave. Julian saved my life from the wreck, but his touch felt like a threat. Was he protecting me, or just making sure he was the one who got to finish me off? Standing in the lobby of Blackwood & Partners, I looked straight into the security cameras and told the biggest lie of my life. I told the world that Julian was obsessed with me, turning a restraining order into a scandalous affair. If I had to be a villain to survive my own family, I would be the most dangerous one New York had ever seen.

Allison was hiding in a dusty small-town garage, working as a mechanic to suppress the lethal, experimental serum freezing her veins. But a call from her estranged, wealthy father shattered her peace. He threatened to permanently freeze her dead mother's trust fund if she didn't return to the family estate immediately. That trust fund held the only key to the truth behind her past and her survival. When she stepped into the sprawling mansion in her faded hoodie, her family treated her like a stray dog. Her stepmother mocked her cheap clothes, and her half-brother called her a piece of trash. Her father tossed a vocational school enrollment form at her, telling her to learn to sew so they could marry her off to anyone desperate enough. Her perfect, porcelain-doll stepsister Gwyneth even deliberately smashed a glass of boiling milk against her own leg. "Why did you push me?!" Gwyneth screamed, crying tears of fake terror to frame Allison. "You vicious bitch! You're just as sick as your mother!" her father roared, raising his hand to strike her. They looked at her with absolute disgust, thinking she was just a stupid, uncultured hick they could easily manipulate and destroy. They had no idea that the girl standing before them was a lethal operative who already possessed all their offshore tax ledgers and darkest secrets. Allison easily caught her father's wrist mid-air, her grip like a steel vice. "I'm not going to a trade school," she whispered coldly, ripping the form into pieces. "I am going to Crestwood Academy." It was time to take back everything that belonged to her, with interest.

Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room. Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art. The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature. "You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly. Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls. Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards. When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor. She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life. Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier? Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire? Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch. And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow. The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate.

Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her off to some bad people to pay off their debt. That did not come as a surprise that they would do such a thing and there was no love lost there. But what came as a surprise was when she woke up naked the next morning, walls splattered with blood and four people ripped to shreds. Life went from bad to bloody worse for Mercedes. It was like waking up in a horror scene. She was petrified and confused, nothing made sense but what did make sense was for her to pick up what she can and run. ***** Felix Ransom is the Alpha of the White Claw pack. He leads his pack with an iron fist and ensures everyone's safety and makes sure the pack thrives. But something is missing. The gentle touch of a Luna. Felix is already 25 years old and has not found the one the Moon Goddess chose for him. His other half and mate. Each day without the one for him made his hope of ever finding her wither away. At a point, he even thought that she might have died. It never occurred to him that his made would come right to him much less be a human who is a fugitive for murdering 4 people. Or was she a human being after all?

The body of my sister, Annabelle, was found brutally stuffed inside an ottoman in our living room. The house was locked from the inside, and the police didn't have a single lead. Before she died, Annabelle left a note: "Beware of the Other Mom."

He rejected me at the altar and called it mercy. He lied. Alpha Roland discarded me like I hadn't bled for his pack for three years. But he made one mistake. He didn't know what I was carrying when he exiled me. Now I'm inside the territory of Kael, the Cursed King, a monster every pack fears. He says he wants my power. I think he wants something else entirely. Roland wants me dead. Kael wants me caged. And my secret? It could destroy them both.

I was living as a ghost in a run-down trailer park, trying to outrun a past that would kill me if it ever caught up. Then the storm hit, and a dying monster collapsed through my door, bringing the smell of copper and the promise of a very different kind of death. I tried to defend myself with a cheap butcher knife, but Darius didn't just disarm me—he acquired me. Before the rain even stopped, I was drugged and whisked away on a private jet, waking up in a luxury penthouse that was nothing more than a high-tech cage overlooking the city skyline. He didn't just want my silence; he wanted total control. When I begged to check on my sick grandmother, he threw a manila envelope on the table filled with surveillance photos of her at her nursing home. "I own the board of that facility," he said, his voice cold as ice. "One call from me, and she dies alone on the street." He vetted my life in that trailer park down to my medical records and childhood diaries, convinced he had every lever of power needed to keep me obedient. He forced me into silk dresses and expected me to be his domestic pet, a quiet girl waiting for him to return from his world of shadows and blood. I played the part, letting him pull me into his lap and bury his face in my neck, pretending to be the broken girl he thought he’d bought. I watched his security cameras, calculated his blind spots, and waited for the moment his exhaustion outweighed his instinct. Darius thinks he knows me because he saw where I lived, but he’s never been more wrong. His investigators found the pauper, but they completely missed the princess with an Ivy League degree and a family name that carries more weight than his illegal empire. He thinks he’s the one holding the leash, but he has no idea who he’s actually brought into his home. The game has just begun, and this time, the "asset" is going to be the one who burns the house down.

My boyfriend, Carter, hadn't spoken to me in five days. But when my national architecture competition win went viral, he finally called-not to congratulate me, but to scream that I' d embarrassed him by not telling him first. His new girlfriend, Brittney, was the one who tagged him in my post. She was also the one whispering in his ear during the call, telling him I was making him look bad. This was the final straw in a long, cold war. But the real nightmare began when Brittney sent me a video of her torturing my dog, Apollo, in our old apartment. Then came a photo of his lifeless body. I rushed over, blinded by rage, and slammed her head against the wall with an ashtray. Carter, the man I once loved, shoved me away, calling me a maniac for hurting the woman who had just murdered my dog. He chose her. He always chose her. As I carried Apollo's cold body out the door, I made a vow. I would make them pay. I would make their lives a living hell.

The man who swore he would burn the world down for me has been married to another woman for three years. I found out the day I was finally discharged from the Swiss clinic he'd sent me to. I flew home to surprise him, only to discover my release was a year overdue. He had forged my medical reports, painting me as a fragile, broken thing just to keep me locked away while he built a new life. His new wife, Isabella, hit me with her car. He defended her, calling me hysterical. She stole my art portfolio and claimed it as her own, and he forced me to take the blame to protect his family's reputation. She even killed her own puppy to frame me. While I jumped into a freezing river to retrieve my father's medallion that she'd thrown in, he stood on the terrace pointing out a meteor shower to her. The final betrayal came when Isabella faked her own kidnapping and named me as the culprit. I didn't understand. This was Dante Moretti, the Devil of the East Coast, my guardian, the man who had sworn to be my shield. Why was he letting this woman destroy me piece by piece? Believing I was the kidnapper, he had me tied to a helicopter, dragged across a field, and left me for dead. But I didn't die. I survived. Five years later, I have a new name, a new life, and a husband who loves me. And today, I just ran into Dante on the street. He looked at me like he'd seen a ghost.

She ran from her past, but her past found her through her child. When Maya's daughter disappears, a sealed letter and a ghost from years ago pull her into a dark world she thought she escaped. A powerful trafficking ring and the man she once feared all collide in a terrifying exchange she never saw coming. As Maya uncovers secrets buried in pain and silence, she realizes justice may demand more than she's ready to give. Will she find her daughter before redemption slips too far out of reach? Pulse: When Redemption Comes Too Late is a gripping mystery-thriller that blends emotional depth with fast-paced suspense.