Taming The Sinner: The Doctor’s Cold Game

I stood before the double doors of the master suite, my hand hovering inches from the polished brass. As a surgeon, I was trained to steady my heart before a cut, but the silence in the Alexander estate felt like the heavy, oppressive pause that always preceded a scream. I pushed the mahogany door open to find my fiancé, Authur, tangled in Egyptian cotton sheets with a woman named Jasmine. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cigars and a floral perfume that wasn't mine—a brutal reality check just twenty-four hours before the merger meant to save my family from total ruin. Authur didn't look guilty; he looked amused, coldly telling me to close the door because I was letting in a draft. When his parents unexpectedly arrived, I was forced to hide his mistress and pretend our "intensity" had ruined the room, donning his discarded shirt to look disheveled just to protect the Lawrence family stock price. The humiliation only deepened on our wedding morning when Authur issued a sadistic ultimatum over the phone. "Wear your scrubs to the altar—the ones covered in blood—or I'll watch your father's company go belly up by lunch." He wanted to turn our wedding at St. Patrick’s Cathedral into a public execution of my dignity. I walked down the aisle in shapeless navy cotton and crimson stains, enduring the horrified gasps of the elite who labeled me an "insane gold digger." Authur stood at the altar, reeking of whiskey and malice, certain he had finally broken me and turned my professional oath into a circus act. But as the priest began the vows, I looked at the man who thought he owned me and realized I wasn't his victim—I was his surgeon. I had the footage of his debauchery ready to play for the world, and as we shared a punishing, hateful kiss for the cameras, I knew the real war had only just begun.

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"Don't mistake this for affection," Helena said, trying to push his arm away. It was like pushing a granite statue.

"I don't," Authur murmured. "I think you're a calculating witch."

He grabbed her hand. "Come here."

He dragged her down the hall, into the private elevator. He punched the button for the penthouse.

"Where are we going?"

"Home," he said mockingly.

The elevator opened directly into the penthouse living room. One wall was entirely glass. It looked out over the city, thirty stories up.

Authur walked to the sliding glass door and kicked it open. The wind roared in, cold and violent.

He pulled Helena out onto the balcony.

"Authur, stop!" Helena gasped. She squeezed her eyes shut.

She had acrophobia. Severe, crippling fear of heights. It was a remnant of a childhood trauma she never spoke about.

Authur didn't know that. Or maybe he didn't care.

He pushed her toward the railing.

"Open your eyes," he commanded.

Helena shook her head, gripping his lapels blindly. Her knees buckled. "I can't. Please."

"Look at your kingdom, Mrs. Alexander!" He forced her backward. Her lower back hit the railing. There was nothing behind her but air and a three-hundred-foot drop.

Helena screamed, a short, sharp sound of pure terror. She clamped her arms around Authur's neck, burying her face in his chest. She was trembling so violently her teeth chattered.

Authur paused. He felt her fear. It wasn't fake. It wasn't a performance. She was terrified.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, instinctively steadying her. "Helena?"

"Don't let go," she sobbed into his shirt. "Please don't let go."

The vulnerability hit him harder than the ice water had. He had expected her to fight. He hadn't expected her to cling to him like he was her only lifeline.

"I've got you," he said, his voice dropping an octave.

He pulled her away from the edge, back into the safety of the living room. He kicked the door shut, cutting off the wind.

Helena didn't let go. She stood there, shaking, breathing in his scent.

Authur looked down at her. Her hair was wild, her face pale. The adrenaline of the moment shifted. The fear turned into something electric.

He ran his hand down her back. She felt fragile.

"You're afraid of heights," he stated. It was a realization.

"Yes," she whispered, pulling back.

Authur didn't let her retreat. He kept his hands on her waist. He looked at her lips. The memory of the kiss in the church surfaced.

"You're not as tough as you pretend to be," he murmured.

He leaned in. He wasn't angry anymore. He was intrigued. He brushed his lips against her ear. "Maybe I should test what else you're afraid of."

His hand moved to the zipper of her dress.

Helena froze. Her body went rigid. A memory flashed-not of heights, but of hands. Unwanted hands.

She shoved him. Hard.

"No!"

She scrambled back, her eyes wide with a different kind of fear. A trauma fear.

Authur stumbled back, insulted. "What? I'm your husband."

"Don't touch me," Helena gasped, hugging herself. "Never touch me like that."

Authur's face hardened. He fixed his jacket, his ego bruised. "Fine. Don't worry. You're not my type anyway."

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"You were his Luna," Lucien's voice was silk wrapped in steel, his golden eyes burning through the shadows. "But you were always meant to be mine." Evelara's breath hitched, though her tone was cold. "You think I'll fall into your bed just because you're the Supreme?" A dark smirk curved his lips. "No. You'll fall because your body remembers what your heart refuses to admit... that I'm the bond he never deserved." ------- Evelara Stormrune's life shatters the moment she finds her mate, Alpha Callum Brooksbane, entangled with his mistress. Worse, the son she had devoted her life to, had wanted his father's mistress to become his mother. Betrayed. Humiliated. Rejected. She walks away, determined never to let a man define her again. But fate isn't finished with her... When the Alpha Supreme, Lucien Virek, takes notice of the broken Luna, Evelara is pulled into a dangerous game of desire, vengeance, and secrets buried deeper than the bloodlines of their kind. Lucien is everything Callum is not-ruthless, untouchable, intoxicating. Yet he hides scars as jagged as her own. Now, caught between the wreckage of her past and the fire of a forbidden bond, Evelara must decide: Will she surrender to the King who could consume her whole... or will she rise from the ashes and make even a Lycan kneel?

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Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner

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Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason—the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste—and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know—I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.

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Dual Rebirth: Vengeance of the Discarded Daughter

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Alina was the eldest daughter of the prestigious Padilla family, but everyone mocked her as a defective dud who couldn't cast a single spell. The moment she woke up, her father and younger sister Karina barged into her room, demanding she sign a transfer agreement to the Aethelgard Order-the most brutal faction on the continent. It wasn't just a transfer; it was a legal disownment. In her past life, Alina didn't realize Karina was also reborn. She had dropped to her knees and begged to stay. Her reward? Her magic was violently drained from her veins by her own family. Her fiancé drove a blade through her chest, and her sister stood over her bleeding body, smiling. She had ruined her hands making potions for them, only to be discarded like trash. The phantom pain of her chest being ripped open still burned behind her ribs. Looking at the hypocritical family waiting for her tears, she felt nothing but exhausting disgust. Why should she ever be their stepping stone again? "For the honor of the family, you leave today." Her father sneered as she calmly bit her thumb and pressed her bloody fingerprint onto the contract. This time, Alina didn't cry. She packed a single bag and walked out the door, heading straight for the deadly Aethelgard Order to show them what a true monster looked like.

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In Bed with the Hot Brothers

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"You are wet, Red. I can smell your juices already." He said. I wanted to deny it but I knew he was right. The sides of my thigh were already clammy. How could he tell from afar? "No, I need to sleep. I told you I have a presentation tomorrow, right? I'm tired, I want to rest a bit." I replied. "You'll do that when I get a release. I'll make sure to be fast about it," he replied. I stood rooted on the same spot without moving. I knew he was just being civil with me. It was only a matter of time before he dragged me to his side. "Unless maybe you want me to call the others?" He asked but I could tell he was threatening me. Calling the others would end in me not getting any rest at all. "No, please," I replied walking obediently to his side. ***** Three men, one naive woman. Ziyana never knew her life would turn in the most dramatic way. She enjoyed the life of a princess until life happened. From being hated by her blood to suddenly being sold to a spoilt Mafia Lord. She thought she could navigate through it but there were two more brothers! Ruthless. Domineering. Voracious. The Niccolo Brothers' lives were full of danger and envy but these men never wanted her out of their sight. Would Ziyana be able to cope in the midst or run for her life before she get used to them?

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My Celebrity Therapist's Cruel Deception

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On my tenth wedding anniversary, I found my celebrity therapist husband naked with our housekeeper. He called it "somatic therapy." I was pregnant with our miracle baby and secretly battling a brain tumor. But when his lover faked a fall and a miscarriage, framing me for it, he chose her. The fall caused me to lose my actual baby. As I lay bleeding on the floor, my husband scoffed, "Don't play games, Alexis," and rushed her to the hospital. He then had me committed to a psychiatric facility, publicly painting me as delusional to protect his reputation and his affair. He thought he had gotten rid of me forever. But he didn't know my sister would break me out. He didn't know I would fake my own death to escape. Now, I'm back. And I'm about to teach the good doctor a lesson in consequences.

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Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his brother

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Warning This story contains mature content, including strong language, violence, and sexually explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised. "I'd f***k you so hard, my so called brother would be so marvelled", he said, his voice laced with mockery and sarcasm. "Besides, you are mine", he added. "I was never yours, Ryker", I screamed as I wriggled on the chair where my hands were tied together. "He'll come for me", I added. "Were you always like this", he said, his finger raising my jaw, making me look into his eyes for a moment. "I'm afraid he won't be able to find us this time around, little Wolf". ******************************** Aria gets rejected by her mate, the Alpha, because she was a weak Omega. Broken and rejected, she escapes to the city where she catches the eye of Kian Blake, An Alpha CEO who happened to be her mate's step-brother. As her love with Kian blossoms, her long-buried power awakens, revealing a hidden secret that was enough to cast a spotlight on her. As news spread about her existence, war breeds between the brother who cast her aside and the one willing to fight for her. One who is willing to fight for her and the one who is willing to take her as his captive. She was once nothing but a weak Omega, now she's the prize in a battle between two Alphas. The Victory is uncertain....until she finds out the brother she trusted wasn't exactly transparent with her Now she's left alone, to trust the one who blatantly rejected her, or the one who pulled her close while holding a secret that could break her.... None is ready to let her go....

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