

The air in the Parisian haute couture salon smelled like money and fear. I’d waited six months for my wedding dress. Now, it was draped over the shoulders of Sofia Ross—the trending influencer, and my mafia fiancé Vincent Cassio’s god-sister. The salon manager was sweating bullets, his eyes darting between me and the man lounging on the velvet sofa. Vincent Cassio stood up. He adjusted a fold of the diamond-encrusted train on Sofia with a casual flick of his wrist. “Her premiere next week needs a statement piece. She’s borrowing it. Pick something off the rack and stop making a scene.” His tone was flat, final. Under the crystal chandeliers, Sofia admired herself in the full-length mirror, a triumphant smile on her lips. I looked at my reflection in the same mirror, wearing jeans and a soaked trench coat. I looked like a lost tourist. Suddenly, the entire past year of planning felt like a sick joke. I didn’t yell. I just felt cold. Numb. I slipped the five-carat engagement ring off my finger. It hit the glass coffee table with a sharp, final click. “You’re right, Vincent. I don’t need this wedding dress. This wedding… I don’t need it either.”

Rosy Lewis, a gold digger with a heart full of ambition, had meticulously plotted her way into Southville's most prestigious family, the Hobsons, ready to ascend to a life of luxury and power. But on the very day of her grand wedding, disaster struck. After hearing rumors of her fiancé's infidelity, she stormed in with a group of her closest allies, ready to confront the supposed mistress. In a shocking twist, Rosy mistakenly accused her fiancé's mother of being the other woman, setting off a scandal that shattered her carefully crafted dream of becoming the distinguished bride of a powerful family.

Joseph, heir of a top-tier family, is forced by his grandfather—who threatens to kill himself—to agree to marry the eldest daughter of the Smith family. But Joseph refuses to marry a stranger. Determined to choose for himself, he changes his name, goes undercover as a nanny in the Smith household, and sets out to evaluate the looks and character of the family's four daughters.

I'm about to get married under the witness of the Goddess of the Moon. However, Carl Erickson, my partner of ten years, doesn't know it yet. Carl has recently hired a new assistant—Ivy Keating. Everyone in the wolf pack knows something amorous is going on between them; they frequently "discuss work" until the wee hours of the night. A celebration that's supposed to be for our anniversary turns into Ivy's birthday celebration. Carl orders a ten-layer mango cream cake for the celebration—it's Ivy's favorite. They get cream everywhere, but they've forgotten I'm seriously allergic to mangoes. A regular mango is as lethal to me as wolf venom is. I'm taken away by an ambulance to be rescued, and I'm alone when I wake up. Carl is still at the party, celebrating Ivy's birthday. My wolf growls unhappily, and my love for Carl dies. It's then that I agree to the marriage my family has arranged for me. I'm going to marry a true Alpha.

Sold into marriage by her parents, Mara Huber is forced to become the bride of the mentally impaired heir of the powerful Laurent family. But on her wedding night, a twist of fate leads her into the bridal chamber of her husband's crippled uncle, Julien Laurent, instead. She is a substitute bride desperate to escape a lifetime of exploitation, while he is a powerful mastermind hiding behind the facade of a disabled man as he plots his revenge. What begins as an accidental marriage is meant to be undone, but neither can deny the growing attraction between them. As Mara finds the courage to fight back and Julien reveals his true identity, their mistaken marriage blossoms into the love they never expected.

Abbie Lanes married Noah Gray three years ago. In the first year, he took one of her kidneys; in the second, he made her leave with nothing; and in the third, he sent her to prison. Four years later, she's finally released, hoping to start anew far away from Noah. However, fate has other plans, as she crosses paths with him once again while working.

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman. For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses. Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate. He rode ahead and took the road, putting his body between the enemy and my escape. “Live,” he said quietly. Then he raised his blade and did not look back. Arrows came like rain. As they tore into him, he turned his head once—only once— After that, his body held the road,and nothing passed. “If there is another life…may Your Highness grant me the mercy to belong to her.” That night, with the city in ruins and the people either dead or fleeing, I climbed the highest tower of the palace. I leapt. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the king. “The northern kingdoms require a royal bride,” I said. “I will go.” This lifetime, I will be the one to cross the border. In my previous life, he died believing he had failed her. This time, I will not allow that regret to exist. I will take the marriage meant for her. I will carry the crown meant to exile her. I will walk into a future she should never have to endure. Let her stay. Let him protect her. Let him live his life believing he has finally kept his promise.

After Wendy had the baby and left the hospital, she found out Harry had let Sarah, an intern who looked just like his first love, sit in her usual front seat. Sarah was even wearing her custom designer gown. Wendy told her to get out of the car right then. Harry said he was sorry, but nothing really changed. The five-million-dollar pearl necklace that was meant for Wendy ended up around Sarah's neck, and on their anniversary, Wendy got some throw-in freebie instead. While Wendy was stuck at home recovering after childbirth, Harry gave her office to Sarah. Sarah even smashed her trophies on purpose and ruined the things prepared for the baby's full moon celebration. Wendy and Harry kept fighting, but Harry always took Sarah's side. He even gave Wendy the silent treatment and moved out because of Sarah.

On what was meant to be the happiest day of her life, Anya Aldridge's wedding turns into a nightmare. Her father is imprisoned, her fiancé calls off the wedding, and in her despair, she is betrayed by her cousin and ends up spending a night with an escort. By a twist of fate, the man she accidentally ends up with is the powerful CEO, Grayson Haley. Five years later, Anya and her child, Rory, unexpectedly reunite with Grayson, who continues concealing his CEO status and pretending to be an escort. Despite his hidden identity, Grayson showers them with love and affection as they navigate their new life together.

My husband and I were the two people who hated each other most in this world. He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved. And I hated him because that his heart remained occupied by another woman. For eight years of marriage, the words we spoke to each other most often were not love, nor duty, but curses. Yet on the day the city fell, everything changed, the enemy banners were already visible beyond the inner gate. He rode ahead and took the road, putting his body between the enemy and my escape. “Live,” he said quietly. Then he raised his blade and did not look back. Arrows came like rain. As they tore into him, he turned his head once—only once— After that, his body held the road,and nothing passed. “If there is another life…may Your Highness grant me the mercy to belong to her.” That night, with the city in ruins and the people either dead or fleeing, I climbed the highest tower of the palace. I leapt. When I opened my eyes again, I went to the king. “The northern kingdoms require a royal bride,” I said. “I will go.” This lifetime, I will be the one to cross the border. In my previous life, he died believing he had failed her. This time, I will not allow that regret to exist. I will take the marriage meant for her. I will carry the crown meant to exile her. I will walk into a future she should never have to endure. Let her stay. Let him protect her. Let him live his life believing he has finally kept his promise.