

When the Lynch family finally finds Fred after twenty years apart, they expect a meek puppet they can control. They don't realize he's come back from hell as a man bent on revenge. His adopted brother sees him as a rival, his sisters sneer at him as beneath them, and his parents try to chain him with guilt. He only smiles coldly and lays his plans in secret. "I'll reclaim everything bit by bit, beginning with your valued business empire."

The story begins at an absurd masquerade ball hosted by a wealthy family. Megan, who comes from a poor background, is drugged by her stepfather and forced to work as a server to pay off his debt. When the drug takes effect, she flees into a lounge, where she has a one-night stand with Ewan Riley, the reluctant heir who also has no desire to attend the party. Due to childhood trauma, Ewan experiences a physical aversion to being touched by any woman, but Megan is the one exception. Afterward, Megan hurriedly slips away while Ewan is gone, leaving them with only hazy memories of each other and Ewan's tie.

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

The moms at the company post about me online, claiming the free daycare I provide for their kids is a "prison" and a vile tactic to force them to work overtime. What they don't know is that the daycare was set up with imported equipment and staffed by internationally trained professionals. It costs nearly eight thousand dollars a month per child to operate. The internet curses me out, calling me a show-off and disgusting capitalist. So I grit my teeth and send out a company-wide announcement. "To support everyone's desire to handle their own childcare, the company has decided to close the free daycare program. Effective immediately, it will be replaced with a childcare benefit. Eligible mothers will receive 200 dollars a month." As soon as the notice goes out, the moms panic. They crowd outside my office, begging me not to shut it down.

In my last life, my sister Serena Vega ran to Monaco the night before her wedding, and my family shoved me into her dress before dawn. Damian Lucchese, the young Godfather of New York, had been waiting at the altar for her. The moment he lifted my veil and saw me instead, the warmth in his eyes went cold. For five years, I was his hidden wife. The underworld knew he was married, but no one knew to whom. My parents blamed me for stealing Serena’s place and still failing to keep his heart. Then Serena came home. That Christmas, Damian took her and my parents to his mountain estate. When a blizzard hit, his men rushed everyone onto the helicopter. No one remembered me. I died in that frozen house, three months pregnant with Damian’s child. When I opened my eyes again, Serena had just returned to New York. This time, I would not beg for love. Only when I truly walked away, none of them had the right to regret it.

Hart has everything: a loving husband, brilliant children, and a quiet life as the wife of Adrian Hart, founder and CEO of HartX Technologies. Her only wound is the family she never knew. When a DNA test confirms that she is the long-lost daughter of the Whitmore family, Serena returns home before Christmas hoping for answers, not inheritance. Instead, she finds a family obsessed with reputation and a false heiress, Sylvia Bellamy, determined to protect the life stolen for her forty years ago. Serena's daughter Ava, a Stanford-bound teen prodigy, is humiliated; Serena's husband is mistaken for a laborer; and every act of patience is repaid with suspicion. As Sylvia's schemes escalate from theft accusations to public slander, Serena's true status as Mrs. Hart becomes the weapon no one saw coming. The story promises a mature heroine's emotional awakening, high-society humiliation, and the ultimate choice between blood relatives and the family that truly chose her.

I always thought I had the perfect marriage until the day I saw my husband with another woman. Picking myself up, I am going to make him pay for the hurt he inflicted on me.

Elena, a downtrodden werewolf, crosses paths with Theodore, the seemingly merciless Alpha of the Blackvine pack. Their encounter sparks a revelation: they are fated mates. As passion ignites, they are thrust into a perilous dance, battling against societal divides and formidable adversaries. The burning question looms large: will their love conquer the insurmountable odds, or will fate cruelly tear them apart?