Rebirth Over the Deep

I had thalassophobia, a condition rooted in an incident ten years ago when I saved Alec Johnson from a dangerous undertow. He once held my shivering body and swore he would never let me near the ocean again. Later, his first love, Rosalyn Martin, known as the "Mermaid Dancer," injured herself before a crucial underwater documentary shoot. Unable to find a stand-in, he turned to me. He locked me in a swaying cabin, his eyes bloodshot as he pleaded, "Maeve, your build is the closest to hers. Please, finish this last underwater ballet scene for her. This is her lifelong dream. I'm begging you." They forced me into a diving suit and pushed me into the dark, icy depths that had nearly claimed my life once before. When I surfaced, driven by sheer survival instinct, I saw him cradling a tearful Rosalyn, soothing her gently. "Rosalyn, don't cry. Your dream is complete." No one noticed I had nearly died down there. He didn't know that every investment in his thriving company came from me. What he was about to destroy wasn't just my love but his entire future.

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The next day, a piercing phone ring jolted Alec awake, his head throbbing from a hangover.

His business partner's panicked voice came through. "Alec! We're in trouble! Our biggest investor, Mavis Fund, just pulled all their money! Not a cent left!"

Alec's mind buzzed, the haze of alcohol clearing instantly.

Mavis Fund.

It backed his company from the start, an angel investor that appeared out of nowhere.

For seven years, no matter how lavish his filming plans, they always said, "Go for it, Director Johnson. Money's no issue."

He always believed his talent won them over.

Mavis… Maeve…

A chilling thought, one he never entertained, crept into his mind.

Before he could process it, another call came.

The finance director, voice trembling. "Mr. Johnson! All our bank accounts are frozen! They're saying… commercial fraud and unfair competition!"

"Impossible!" Alec roared.

Then a third call, a fourth, a fifth…

"Director, all our distribution channels canceled their contracts!"

"Director, a joint task force from the tax and commerce bureaus is downstairs!"

"Director, the overseas partners for Ocean's Dream sent a massive compensation demand!"

Each blow hit like a fist, leaving him dizzy and unsteady.

His proud company, his life's work, crumbled within an hour.

Panic gripped him like never before.

He frantically dialed my number.

"Sorry, the user you've called is unavailable."

The cold automated voice pushed him deeper into despair with each try.

He collapsed onto the couch, staring at the chaos around him, my icy, unfamiliar gaze from yesterday replaying in his mind.

Only then did he realize everything he relied on, all his pride and success, came from the wife he underestimated.

The wife he pushed into the deep sea.

Fear grew like wildfire in his heart.

He scrambled like a headless fly, tapping every contact to track me down, to uncover the meaning of the "Zenith" emblem and Andrew's origins.

But his so-called connections clammed up at the mention of "Zenith Corporation," hanging up with flimsy excuses.

Zenith Corporation.

The nation's top business empire, a colossus that could shift fortunes with a flick of its wrist.

And I, Maeve, was the only granddaughter of its founder, Braden Wallace, the hidden heir holding thirty percent of its shares.

This truth crashed down like mountains, crushing Alec's last shred of hope and dignity.

He realized I wasn't throwing a tantrum.

I was coming for his life.

He began messaging me frantically, his tone shifting from accusation and anger to panic and pleading. "Maeve, who are you? Why did you hide this from me? I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have forced you underwater. Please come back. Let's talk."

"Maeve, the company is my life's work. You can't destroy it! Seven years together—does that mean nothing to you?"

"I'm begging you, Maeve, answer my calls. I'll do anything if you come back!"

I stared at the flood of messages on my phone, expressionless, and blocked him.

Anything?

Too late.

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Five years ago, a brutal betrayal shattered her life, forcing her to vanish and build a new identity. Just as she finds a sense of peace, the man who destroyed her world reappears, determined to drag her back into his dangerous sphere. Caught in a high-stakes game of obsession and secrets, she must navigate a deadly path where love and vengeance collide. Can she protect her heart, or will his relentless pursuit consume her once more?

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9.2

BEYOND REDEMPTION

9.2

Kora's world shatters when her mate-her Alpha-betrays her with her own best friend. Stripped of her title as Luna and marked for death, she barely escapes their murderous scheme. But fate intervenes in the form of a powerful, enigmatic Alpha who saves her life. Just as hope begins to flicker in the shadows of her pain, Kora uncovers a new twist in her destiny-she's pregnant with his child. Determined to protect her baby and believed to be dead by those who wronged her, Kora vanishes into the night. But she won't stay hidden forever. With fire in her heart and vengeance in her blood, she vows to return-not just to face her past, but to make them all pay.

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9.2

Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

9.2

Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks. To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before. But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity. "What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?" He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators. When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist. She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves? With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap. But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.

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7.4

Fated to One, Chosen by the Other

7.4

Publicly rejected by her Alpha heir and shunned by her pack, Adanna is the Omega who can't shift-a wolf trapped in a human body, believing herself cursed. Leander is the exiled twin, a dominant Alpha framed for treason by his own brother. When their paths collide in London's shadowy streets, a dangerous alliance forms. He sees the devastating power buried within her. She ignites a protective fury in him. As Leander helps Adanna unlock her rare gift for shadow and stealth, a fierce attraction burns between them, fueling their shared thirst for vengeance. To overthrow a corrupt Alpha, they must confront brutal betrayals and unite a fractured pack in a final battle that will shake the city's ancient foundations-and force them to choose between revenge and the new future they've forged together.

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7.7

Genius Wife's Revenge: Too Late For Regret

7.7

For two years, I played the role of the "Midwestern mistake," the mousey wife Julian Ford-Sterling IV kept hidden like a shameful secret. I hid my true self behind thick glasses and ashen foundation, acting as the perfect, cowed charity case while he lived a life of marble and indifference. The day our marriage contract ended, the headlines were already screaming about his affair with Hollywood’s sweetheart, Lana Vane. Julian didn't even grant me a final conversation; he simply sent his legal team to hand me divorce papers that gave me nothing—no alimony, no shares, just a non-disclosure agreement and a one-way ticket out of his life. I signed the papers and walked away, but a drugged encounter in a dark club that same night led me back into his arms. We collided in the shadows, two strangers stripped of their titles, but I fled before dawn, accidentally leaving behind my vintage silver locket. By the time I reached my secret design studio the next morning, I discovered Julian had executed a hostile takeover of my entire life’s work. To my horror, Lana Vane was already there, clutching my stolen locket and shamelessly claiming she was the woman Julian had spent the night with. Julian stood before me in his charcoal suit, looking at me with total lack of recognition. To him, I was just a "gold-digging" architect he had bought along with the furniture. I watched them together, the man who had discarded me and the woman who had stolen my identity, realizing that Julian was obsessed with the genius of "Rose" while despising the woman who stood right in front of him. He had no idea that the wife he’d just divorced was the very person he was now desperate to control. I straightened my spine, my violet-blue eyes cold and lethal behind my new designer frames. "Mr. Ford-Sterling, you wanted the best designer in the city? You’ve got her. But you should know—I don't just build empires. I know exactly how to tear them down."

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8.0

His Unwanted Wife: The Genius Artist Returns

8.0

On our fifth anniversary, my husband slid a black velvet box across the table. Inside wasn't a diamond ring, but a fountain pen. "Sign the separation papers, Aurora," Ethan said. "Ilene is spiraling again. She needs to see we are over." I was the wife of the Mafia Underboss, yet I was being discarded for the Family Ward. Before I could answer, Ilene stormed into the restaurant. She shrieked that I was still wearing his ring and threw a bowl of boiling lobster bisque directly at my chest. As my skin blistered and peeled, Ethan didn't rush to me. He hugged her. "It's okay," he soothed the woman who had just assaulted me. "I've got you." The betrayal didn't stop there. When Ilene pushed me down the stairs days later, Ethan erased the security footage to protect her from the police. When I was kidnapped by his enemies, I called his emergency line—the one meant for life-or-death situations. He declined the call. He was too busy holding Ilene's hand to save his wife. That was the moment the chain broke. As the kidnapper's van sped onto the highway, I didn't wait for a rescue that would never come. I opened the door and jumped into the dark. Everyone thought Aurora Bruce died on that pavement. Two years later, Ethan stood outside a gallery in Paris, looking at the woman he had destroyed, finally realizing he had protected the wrong one.

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