His Discarded Gem: Shining In The Ruthless Don's Arms

Overwhelmed by hatred and distress, the young Alpha Kaiden swears to make his brother pay the price of his betrayal... When her lover defected the King without any warning, the vengeful new Alpha had already come to the poor human girl Ophelia , claiming that she should pay the debt. *** "You will beg me to fuck you if you want your lover to live," Alpha King Kaiden had lost all his humanity. "How dare you do this? I'm your brother's mate!" Ophelia whimpered, holding her hands to her breasts. "That brother who wanted my crown and my life? Fuck him and fuck you!" The furious Alpha didn't care about it anymore. He wanted revenge! He grasped her hands and pinned them over her head. Her beautiful body appeared as the silk cloth quickly slid down. She's damn gorgeous when she was completely naked! "Well, no wonder my brother wanted to fuck you," Kaiden taunted with a smirk, "but now it's I who will be the one to steal your virginity." Kaiden claimed as he tighten her waist, making her approaching to his d*ck. "Pl----ease do------nt," her voice was drowned out while his wild kiss fell on her lips. At this moment, Ophelia knew her life now became a disaster...

In a game of deception, one forbidden desire could change everything. Forced into an arranged marriage with a wealthy heir she doesn't love, Lena is determined to escape. Her plan? Disguise herself as an unattractive woman to drive her husband away and earn a swift divorce. But things don't go as planned. Neil River-the enigmatic uncle of her husband-is a sharp, dangerous man who knows far more than he should. Not only does he see through Lena's disguise, but he also uncovers her double life as the mysterious owner of an elite karaoke club that men whisper about in secret. Instead of exposing her, Neil becomes intrigued. He tempts her, pushes her, until Lena finds herself caught in a dangerous game-one where the lines between revenge, lust, and love begin to blur. Can Lena escape the pull of a man she was never meant to love-her husband's uncle? "So? Did you manage to seduce your husband today?" "No, Uncle. I got all dolled up since dawn, but he... he looked at me like I was disgusting." "Then what if I'm the one... who's tempted?" "Uncle... you're joking, right?"

Alyssa Gregory slept with Benton Steele, a recently disgraced and bankrupt heir, just to humiliate him. She threw a massive check at his bare chest, treating the former prince of Wall Street like a cheap escort. But Benton didn't take the charity. Instead, he manipulated her anger, tricking her into signing an ironclad contract that surrendered absolute control of her entire trust fund to him. When her abusive mother found out she had funded a penniless outcast, she slapped Alyssa across the face. Her mother froze all her bank accounts, locked her inside her bedroom, and arranged to sell her off to a degenerate politician. Desperate to escape, Alyssa climbed down her balcony, falling fifteen feet and shattering her ankle on the stones below. Stripped of her money and freedom, she dragged her broken body to a VIP club just to publicly declare that Benton belonged to her. She thought she was the boss, playing a rebellious game with a broken man. But when Benton effortlessly carried her away from the club and locked her inside his rundown apartment, the terrifying calculation in his dark eyes shattered her illusion. How could a man stripped of his entire empire still radiate such suffocating, violent power? "You bought me," Benton whispered, his massive frame trapping her against the sofa. "That means I have to take care of you." Physically trapped and completely broke, Alyssa stared into his consuming eyes, her mind racing to find a way to turn the tables.

Dumped by her fiancé just days before their wedding, only to watch him marry someone else-what would you do? Cry yourself to sleep, or dress to kill for revenge? ​That was Elaina's reality. She's no Cinderella, yet she lost a shoe while recklessly crashing her ex's wedding. Her revenge plan went up in flames, but fate had other ideas, throwing her into the path of Alister-a man who is handsome, charismatic, and dangerous... and ironically, the person closest to her ex-fiancé. ​Amidst heartbreak and vendettas, Alister paints her world in new colors, turning Elaina into a modern-day Cinderella. But will this story end in "happily ever after," or is Alister merely leading her into a much more dangerous game?

The clerk at the Registry couldn't look me in the eye when she turned the screen around. My status didn't say "Luna" anymore. It said "Rogue." My mate, Alpha Jackson, had secretly replaced me on the official paperwork three years ago with his mistress, Candida. When I returned to the Pack House, Jackson didn't just bring Candida home; he brought a five-year-old boy he claimed was an orphan. "This is Joey," he announced, his eyes cold and glazed over. "Since you are barren, he will be the future Alpha." I tried to accept my fate as a servant in my own home, but they wanted me dead. The boy, looking like an angel, brought me a bowl of soup. "For you, Mama," he smiled. But as I reached for it, he splashed the scalding liquid over my hands. It wasn't just hot soup. It was laced with concentrated Wolfsbane. As my skin sizzled and peeled, the boy threw himself on the floor, screaming that I had attacked him. Jackson didn't check my burns. He didn't listen to my pleas. "Submit!" he roared, using the Alpha Command to force me to my knees. He made me apologize to the child who had just poisoned me. That night, listening to Jackson mate with Candida in the room next to mine, the bond finally snapped. They wanted the Luna gone? Fine. I dialed a number I hadn't used in years. "Hamilton," I whispered to the Lycan King. "I need a plane. And I need it to crash."

After three agonizing months, I finally found my fiancé, Barnett Spencer, at a gala at The Plaza. He had vanished without a trace, and I was on the verge of losing my mind. But when I saw him on stage, my blood turned to ice. He had a strange woman tucked into his arm, and a lawyer announced that a recent accident had erased the last six years of his memory-our entire relationship. In front of a sea of reporters, Barnett looked right through me with freezing hostility. "Miss, you have the wrong person." He then declared that the woman beside him, Joslyn, was not only the person who saved his life but also his new, legal wife. The news hit me like a physical blow, and the camera flashes swallowed me whole as reporters shoved microphones in my face, asking how it felt to be publicly dumped. The man I had loved for six years had turned me into a national joke, a delusional stranger trying to cling to his wealth. That night, as I was drowning my humiliation in a martini, his ruthless younger brother, Dixon, found me. He slid a marriage contract across the bar. "Marry me," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I want his shares. You want his pain. We both get what we want." Fueled by alcohol and a burning need for revenge, I grabbed his pen and signed my name. I was no longer the abandoned fiancée. I was about to become my ex's worst nightmare: his new sister-in-law.