

My fated mate, Dexter, became the Alpha King when his brother died. He inherited the crown, the power… and his brother’s widowed mate, Jenica. All because I, a half-breed, had failed for years to give him a pureblood heir. He told me he had to mark Jenica, and the pain nearly shattered me. But he held me close, kissed my tears, and swore that his wolf, his fate, had chosen only me. That I would always be his one and only Luna. I believed him. And yet, he still spent every night in her bed. Then, Jenica became pregnant. While the pack celebrated, Dexter forced me from the Luna’s suite, all so her pup could be born into the pack’s purest lunar aura. As I felt our bond unravel thread by painful thread, I sent a final, coded message to a friend in the human world. “In four days, get me out.” That night, I made a choice. My time as his mate was over.

When Lola was kidnapped as a child and later betrayed by a scoundrel in a relationship, she thought her life had hit rock bottom. Little did she know that one day, affluent uncles showed up, revealing that she was the heiress, Lyla, to a vast fortune. Now, she must return to claim her inheritance!

I was born with a built-in fortune system. Whenever I'm happy, everyone around me makes money. To keep me in a good mood, my billionaire father takes me out on adventures every single day, showering me with limited-edition sneakers, private yacht charters, and one-of-a-kind luxury items. It all comes down to one thing: the Connolly Group's luck is tied directly to my emotional state. As long as I'm laughing hard enough to snort, the stock price climbs and the money pours in. The moment my mood tanks, the losses start. At worst, the whole thing goes bankrupt. Take last month. One of the cleaning staff accidentally tossed out half a macaron I'd left sitting on the counter, and I was mildly annoyed for about a second. The next day, the Connolly Group's West Coast division posted a hundred-million-dollar loss. Dad spent the entire night buying up ten gourmet bakeries and terminating the cleaning company's contract just to smooth things over. After that, nobody in Manhattan's upper-crust social scene dared so much as look at me sideways. That was, until Dad flew out to Los Angeles on business, and Isabella, the long-lost biological daughter who'd just been found, walked into my room. "You've been leeching off this family for years," she said, looking down at me with pure contempt. "Did you actually think draining the Connolly name dry made you the real heiress? I'm the one with Connolly blood. Now that I'm back, it's time for you to crawl out of my house." I didn't react. She picked up the black coffee sitting nearby and poured it straight onto my keyboard. I watched the screen go dark, and something hollow opened up in my chest. "Get on your knees and clean it up." I wiped the coffee off my face. The air had gone cold. The Connolly Group was about to implode, and I found myself wondering whether Dad, thousands of miles away in LA, was already reaching for his heart medication as he watched billions evaporate off the ticker.

I had been married for eight years when I inherited a fortune worth hundreds of millions that my grandfather left to me and my mafia boss husband. However, just as the lawyer was finalizing the transfer, we discovered my marriage certificate was fake. That meant the entire inheritance could only go to me. “Ms. Rivers, according to the system, you were divorced a year ago. Your husband, Zayn Levine, is legally married to… Whitney Sanders. According to the papers, you're single. In other words, Mr. Levine has no right to claim the inheritance.” Whitney, the woman Zayn had once loved before she went abroad, the one he never forgot. I stared at the lawyer’s message, unable to accept it. All of Zayn’s affection and tenderness over the years had been nothing but a lie. I had planned to tell him on our anniversary that after eight long years of marriage, I was pregnant. It was the miracle we had both been waiting for. Yet it seemed like he had never really been looking forward to it at all. As I gently rested my hand on my belly, I told myself that even if my twins grew up without a father, they would be just fine. In this place built on nothing but lies, the only thing left for me to do was run away.
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Casey, marked by a birthmark on her face, faced rejection from her fiancé. Uniting with her step-sister, they plotted against her, but fate intervened, leading her to a chance encounter with the wealthy Levi. Little did she know, Casey herself was the long-lost heiress of a prestigious family. Five years later, having taken control of the family business, Casey returns with a vengeance, accompanied by her child.

Casey, marked by a birthmark on her face, faced rejection from her fiancé. Uniting with her step-sister, they plotted against her, but fate intervened, leading her to a chance encounter with the wealthy Levi. Little did she know, Casey herself was the long-lost heiress of a prestigious family. Five years later, having taken control of the family business, Casey returns with a vengeance, accompanied by her child.

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.

In need of 500,000 dollars for medical treatment, Francis Locke tears down a high-reward fertility ad. Through a series of mishaps, he ends up flash-marrying Lianne Devaney, a wealthy heiress being pressured into arranged dates. Using his decisive methods, Francis helps Lianne resolve her troubles while getting pulled into even greater crises. As they cooperate to survive, their feelings gradually heat up.