

Betrayed by her fiancé, Frostcrown heiress Alyria falls for his powerful father, Silverfang Alpha Rainer. Their forbidden romance risks everything—until a shocking truth is revealed: the man fate chose for her was never the son, but the father all along.

Sylvie Lockwood, the wild princess of the Lockwood Pack, has secretly shared a passionate yet hidden relationship with the cold Alpha Fenrir Saxon for three years. When she discovers his heart belongs to another woman, Elise, Sylvie agrees to marry a dying rival heir and even asks her father to disown her. After Fenrir chooses to save Elise in a deadly accident and Sylvie learns their entire relationship was a cruel scheme, she burns their past behind her and disappears—only then does Fenrir realize the woman he truly loved is already gone.

Finally out of Jail, with only $5 in her pocket, Jane end up at "Parasides", a strip club at downtown of Los Angeles. She wants to start her new life here, but meeting the man who put her in Jail--Sean. With a slave contract signed, Jane asks the club manager "Please make me the best girl here"...

"In my previous life, I gave everything I had to marry him, only to receive fifty years of cold indifference, betrayal, and my son kneeling by my bedside on my deathbed, begging me to ""let Father go."" Reborn on the very day we were to register our marriage, Sebastian was still the same impatient man, tapping his fingers on the table. This time, I picked up the pen and slowly wrote my sister’s name in the applicant column. Since she was the one you’ve always longed for, I’ll grant your wish. I personally helped her try on wedding dresses, slipped the ring onto her finger, and watched him take her away to the capital. Then I turned around and left for the prestigious finishing school for ladies in Southport, starting from zero, determined to live for myself. I thought the story would end there. But when he discovered that the name on the marriage certificate wasn’t mine, he went mad and came chasing after me."

On the eve of her wedding to Vincent, heir to Chicago's most powerful crime family, Elena Costa is asked to give up everything — her title as godmother, her ceremony, her fiancé — to his first love, Sofia. She refuses. Sofia jumps into the sea. Vincent blames her for it, and spends the next thirty years freezing her out — until his dying breath, when he tells their children: "Don't bury me next to Elena." She wakes up. It's the night before the wedding again. This time, when Vincent asks her to step aside, Elena doesn't fight for him. She signs the papers, burns her wedding dress, and walks away from the family, the title, and the man who never once chose her — flying straight into the career she'd always denied herself. But letting go doesn't stop the truth from catching up to him. And when it does, Vincent will spend everything he has left trying to earn back a woman who's already stopped waiting.

Carrie takes her daughter to the hospital and walks straight into the man who broke her life apart--Doctor Rynn Fletcher, her ex-boyfriend who once dismissed their love as “playing around,” then went aboard seven years ago. Rynn doesn't recognize her, let alone know she secretly gave birth to their daughter. Carrie denies everything. Her past. Her pain. Her daughter's father. But fate keeps forcing them closer, the child's allergy history, living habits, even blood type, are all pointing toward the same answer, reopening wounds she never healed.

At 18, Nadia Wolfe fell in love and began a secret ten-year affair with her father’s subordinate, Jack Mayer.When her brother died and her father became gravely ill, she begged him to marry her—only to be rejected again in favor of his childhood friend, Bree Ewing. This time, Nadia didn’t cry. She knelt before the gods, offered a prayer, and chose the fierce mercenary Lucian Wyler, setting the fastest possible wedding date.

"In my previous life, I gave everything I had to marry him, only to receive fifty years of cold indifference, betrayal, and my son kneeling by my bedside on my deathbed, begging me to ""let Father go."" Reborn on the very day we were to register our marriage, Sebastian was still the same impatient man, tapping his fingers on the table. This time, I picked up the pen and slowly wrote my sister’s name in the applicant column. Since she was the one you’ve always longed for, I’ll grant your wish. I personally helped her try on wedding dresses, slipped the ring onto her finger, and watched him take her away to the capital. Then I turned around and left for the prestigious finishing school for ladies in Southport, starting from zero, determined to live for myself. I thought the story would end there. But when he discovered that the name on the marriage certificate wasn’t mine, he went mad and came chasing after me."

I have never been good at pretending not to notice when someone is manipulating me. When I was fourteen, a girl in my math class slipped a cheat sheet onto my desk as the teacher walked down our row. “Hold this for me,” she whispered. “Just until the test is over.” She expected me to hide it. Instead, I raised my hand. “Ms. Carter, Jenna put her cheat sheet on my desk and asked me to keep it for her.” No one at school ever asked me to “hold” something for them again. Then Lorenzo Moretti, Don of one of New York’s oldest families, found me and told me I was the daughter he’d lost twenty-five years ago. He held a dinner to introduce me to the family. Before I arrived, Sofia—the daughter they had raised—hid my place card and took the seat between my parents. “I’ve sat here for twenty-one years,” she said sweetly. “You don’t mind, do you?” Everyone expected me to smile, sit somewhere else, and prove I wasn’t a threat. I put my place card back on the table. “If this seat means nothing, why did you need mine?” Sofia cried. My mother rushed to comfort her, my three brothers followed her out, and my father lectured me about keeping the peace. It wasn’t the first time. They had missed three of my birthdays for Sofia, given her the bracelet engraved with my name, and turned the rooms promised to me into her private studio. Every broken promise came with a reasonable excuse, but every excuse ended the same way: Sofia came first, and I was expected to understand. They all believed I would tolerate anything for the Moretti name, their money, and their protection. The next morning, they abandoned me at the courthouse during my name-change appointment because Sofia claimed she couldn’t breathe. So I withdrew the petition, kept the name my adoptive mother gave me, and moved out with one suitcase. But after I left, why did every one of them regret it?

Ariana, a girl from the slums, shares a one-night stand with Damien, heir to the powerful Black family, only to discover her mother has married his father—making them step-siblings. While Damien is bound to his family's chosen fiancée Britney, mafia boss Lucas becomes obsessed with Ariana aftershe once saved his life, and her family pressures her into marrying him. When Ariana gets pregnant, Damien wrongly believes he is infertile and rejects her; after a DNA test proves the truth, they plan to run away, but are repeatedly thwarted by their families and rivals. At the engagement banquet, Moretti matriarch Ava reveals Ariana as her long-lost biological daughter and rightful heir, voiding the marriage to Lucas. Ariana's abusive foster father is killed, and Britney is punished. Six months later, Damien and Ariana settle in Greece with their baby, finally at peace.