Jin Yi
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Bankrupting The Alpha: The Rejected Mate's Ultimate Payback
Werewolf On the tarmac, the wind was cold, but my husband’s rejection was freezing.
"You aren't coming on the jet," Jackson said, adjusting the diamond cufflinks I had bought him.
He pointed to the stairs where his mistress, Amber, stood wearing a silk dress I had commissioned for myself.
"Amber is frail. She needs the comfort of the private cabin. I booked you a commercial flight. It leaves in three hours."
He shoved an envelope into my hand. Economy. Middle seat. Two layovers.
I stood there, the Luna of the pack, being told to fly cargo while a Rogue took my seat on the Gulfstream G650 'I' had paid for.
My mother-in-law even chimed in, clutching the designer bag I bought her, claiming my "healer energy" was too stressful for their precious guest.
Jackson blocked our telepathic bond, took his mistress's hand, and the door hissed shut in my face.
He thought he was the Alpha. He thought he held the power because I had let him play the part for five years.
But he forgot one tiny detail: his name wasn't on the trust fund.
As the jet taxied away, I didn't cry. I pulled out my phone and dialed my personal banker.
"Dr. Hogan?"
"Cancel the flight plan," I said, my voice steady. "Revoke their clearance. Ground the jet at the first refueling stop. And cut the credit lines. All of them."
"All of them, Ma'am? The pack accounts?"
"Everything," I whispered, watching the plane lift off. "Let's see how the Alpha survives without my wallet." Love's Betrayal, A Genius Undone
Modern It was supposed to be my graduation celebration, a dinner hosted by my best friends.
Brandon, our class president, raised a glass to me, "The quiet genius."
But their smiles felt like traps, and when Chloe, my fiancée, squeezed my arm, her touch was cold, her perfume reeked of secrets.
Then I saw it-a text on Chloe' s phone from Brandon: "The laxatives are in the sauce for everyone else. Just make sure he doesn't leave."
My celebratory dinner wasn't a party; it was a setup to frame me, leave me with a massive bill, and ruin my future.
When I tried to leave, they blocked the exit, and Brandon, with a triumphant smirk, snatched my backpack.
He pulled out my sealed Stanford acceptance letter and scholarships, then ripped them to shreds, letting the confetti of my future flutter to the floor.
Before I could process the devastation, they dragged me, screaming, into a dark, windowless utility closet-a cruel echo of a childhood nightmare Chloe herself had orchestrated.
The walls closed in, and I gasped for air, panic seizing me as their laughter mocked me from outside.
"We'll let you out when you learn some respect," Brandon' s voice taunted.
How could these people, my supposed best friends, my fiancée, plot such a cruel, calculated destruction of my life?
Why did they hate me so much?
Clutching my phone, I knew I couldn't just survive; I had to fight back, not with their petty cruelty, but with every weapon I had.
This wasn't a prank; it was a war, and I was just getting started. Unraveling A Family's Poison
Modern The soft glow of fairy lights was supposed to mark a perfect first birthday for our daughter, Lily, in the grand living room of the Vance mansion.
Then the front door burst open, and in walked Brenda, the nanny we' d just fired, her face a mask of bitter resentment.
"Quite the party," she sneered, "A party for my granddaughter."
My husband, Liam, stiffened beside me, while I tried to process her insane claim: granddaughter?
"Brenda, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. "You need to leave. Now."
"This is my son' s house, after all," she declared, pointing at Liam, "Liam is my son. My long-lost son."
My mind reeled at the absurdity, as she brazenly twisted reality.
She then called me a "gold digger" and the "help," her words dripping with venom.
Before I could even respond, her hand shot out, slapping me across the face with a painful crack.
Liam roared, grabbing her, "Don' t you ever touch my wife again! Get out of my house!"
But Brenda simply smiled, unhinged, before her son Ethan and his thuggish friends appeared, a silent, menacing reinforcement.
"This is my real family," she declared, "And we' re here to stay."
She pulled out a faded photo of herself with a young Richard Vance, Liam's father, announcing, "This is the proof! Richard was there, he knows the truth!"
She spun a wild tale of a secret baby swap at the hospital, claiming Richard stole Liam from her.
Then, Eleanor Vance, Liam' s formidable grandmother, descended the stairs, proclaiming, "Brenda is telling the truth. Liam, she is your birth mother."
She denounced my mother-in-law, Lisa, as "too plain" and "not our kind," commanding Liam to "honor your true mother."
She dismissed my marriage, declaring, "This family needs a proper heir, from a proper woman!"
My plea for a DNA test was met with her furious command, "You will be silent! You are a guest in this house, and you have no standing here!"
Eleanor then turned to Brenda, giving her an order, "Put her in her place!"
As Ethan and his friends pinned Liam, Brenda advanced on me, her eyes gleaming.
She slapped me again, harder, sending me crashing to the floor, my wrist screaming in pain.
Lily' s terrified wail pierced the air, and Brenda snapped, "Shut that brat up."
My blood ran cold as she approached my daughter, pulling a dark vial from her pocket.
She forced a few drops of dark liquid onto Lily' s tongue, casually stating, "It' s just a little something to help her sleep."
Lily' s cries choked off, her body went limp, eyes fluttering shut.
A primal, icy fear seized me; my daughter was silent, still. Her Toxic Love, My Masterpiece
Romance For three years, my Nashville apartment was a vibrant storm of Jenny' s laughter and music, a shared dream with my girlfriend.
But on our anniversary, the silence screamed louder than any note when her text popped up: "Jenny Smith has blocked you."
It was Caleb, her narcissistic best friend, throwing another tantrum, and I was the sacrificial lamb again.
I thought I knew the script-her swift unblock, the empty apologies, the constant cycle of her choosing him over me.
Then, on my birthday, Jenny dropped to one knee, a beautiful Gibson guitar in her hand, proposing right in front of our entire social circle.
Suddenly, Caleb' s shrill voice tore through the room from her phone, berating her for daring to get engaged without his "blessing."
Without a second thought, she snatched the holy grail guitar back from my hands and declared, "The party's over!" leaving me humiliated and empty-handed.
The next day, Caleb posted a video of him smashing a replica of that very guitar, calling it "trash," followed by Jenny gifting him a diamond-inlaid one, saying, "My girl knows who really matters."
How could someone who claimed to love me treat me like collateral damage, over and over, all for the approval of a spoiled, vindictive man-child?
I blocked them all, packed my battered guitar, and called Sylvia Hewitt, the legendary producer, ready for a new beginning. His Secret Son, My Lost Child
Romance My maternity leave was almost over, and registering my newborn daughter, Lily, at the Social Security office was supposed to be a simple, routine step, given the new "Family Unity Act' s" strict one-child policy.
But the clerk' s words hit me like a blow: "The SSN for your family has already been issued, for a boy named Ryan Todd. Registered by your husband."
Ryan, the son of Sabrina, Matthew' s 'friend' whose husband died. My perfect life shattered.
My husband, Matthew, the man I loved, had sacrificed our daughter' s future, dedicating her only slot to another child, an act that condemned Lily to state custody by her first birthday.
When I confronted him, he dismissed my pain as "selfish," then his hand lashed out, leaving my cheek stinging and my heart aching.
Seeking answers, I went to his office, only to find him openly intimate with Sabrina, who then gaslit me, implying Lily wasn't his, a lie Matthew instantly embraced.
Branded "crazy" and thrown out, my marriage, my love, my hope for a family, all died in that moment.
But as I left, one chilling thought remained: I wouldn't let them win. I would save my daughter, even if it meant doing it alone. Second Life, New Rules
Fantasy My first life ended with the smell of cheap whiskey, a throbbing leg, and the bitter irony of my ex-wife' s golden boy getting the scholarship that should have been mine. I died alone, broke, and knowing I was a failure in the eyes of my kids and the woman I' d sacrificed everything for.
Then, I woke up. The sun was hot on my face, the air thick with popcorn, and I was nineteen again, in my football uniform, standing on the side of the road. It was the homecoming parade, the exact moment my life had been destroyed.
I saw Sabrina Johns, the town' s golden girl, laughing on the wobbly float. In my past life, I' d heroically saved her from that collapsing monstrosity, letting it crush my leg and shatter my future. That act of self-sacrifice led to a lifetime of misery, a marriage fueled by her guilt and my ruined dreams. She' d always despised me, painting me as a cripple who trapped her.
To my dying breath, I thought saving her was the beginning of our tragic story. I never knew my future was already stolen, my dreams already dead, long before the float ever fell. Did my sacrifice even matter? What twisted game was this?
This time, as the float lurched and the giant hornet head tilted, I didn't move forward. I stepped back. I was back, and this time, things would be different. His Uncle's Wife: A Second Chance at Love
Romance Sarah Prescott, once left heartbroken at the altar, finally found peace. She lived a serene life on the sprawling Prescott estate, a beloved wife to Arthur Prescott Sr., and a devoted mother to their two-year-old son, Cody.
Then, like a ghost from a past she' d buried, Ethan Prescott Jr. swaggered back. Her ex-fiancé, the man who' d vanished hours before their wedding, stood there with a heavily pregnant woman, ready to reclaim his perceived territory.
He expected tears, or pathetic pining. He smirked, announcing his new wife, Ronnie, and their coming "heir," then condescendingly offered Sarah a pittance to remain. But his arrogance quickly dissolved as Sarah introduced Cody, her son, who bore the undeniable Prescott eyes.
Ethan' s smug face contorted in disbelief. "Whose child is that?" he stammered, demanding answers. How could she have moved on, let alone with Artie? The commanding patriarch now stood declaring with steely resolve: "Sarah is my wife. And Cody is our son."
The revelation shattered Ethan's world. The woman he'd discarded was now the lady of the house, his uncle's wife, and mother to his heir's half-brother. Stripped of everything, Ethan faces a brutal new reality, setting off a dangerous chain of events he never saw coming. His Cruelty, Her Crown
Xuanhuan For generations, my family bore a strange, ancient burden: the Karmic Concord, an ethereal tether binding one Hayes woman to a destructive "catalyst." For me, it was Julian Thorne, a man born to inflict torment.
I silently understood that each public humiliation, every calculated cruelty he dealt, was a necessary cut, a step towards my ultimate soul's liberation.
But his games grew crueler; after forcing me on a grueling, body-breaking trek for his superficial girlfriend, he then, without blinking, bruised and twisted my already injured leg in a remote hospital, publicly accusing me of theft.
Left in agony, he abandoned me, only to reappear with an unthinkable demand: my healthy kidney, to save his dying lover, Brynn.
His offer-a grotesque marriage, a lifetime of "care" under his thumb, knowing my own health would be shattered-felt like an insult after so much already endured, and for a bond that had just begun to loosen its grip.
How could one man possess such audacious cruelty, expecting not just my spirit, but my very body, as payment for his desires, for a life linked to a lie?
Yet, shivering, broken, and coerced into a cold storage cell to await his will, a profound, luminous dream broke through: a divine revelation that sacrificing a part of myself, not for him, but by my own choosing, was the true, final path to complete spiritual ascension. The Cost of Their Lies
Modern I woke up in my own bed, my familiar floral comforter, my slightly messy room.
The sun was too bright, and a wave of nausea hit me.
Then, Jessica’s sickeningly sweet voice drifted from the kitchen, "Emily? You up?"
My digital clock flashed 7:32 AM, April 12th – the day before my world ended.
Just then, Jessica appeared, her smile too wide, wanting to borrow my Mustang for the Desert Bloom festival.
The image of my beautiful car, mangled, a body on the asphalt, flashed before my eyes.
Last time, I’d been blind to her manipulative ways, handing over the keys to my dream car.
She drove it drunk, killed an innocent man, then, with my boyfriend Mike’s help, used my own driver’s license to frame me.
My denials were useless against their calculated lies and her fake tears.
I was abandoned, accused, then dragged from my apartment by the victim’s son and his crew.
They left me broken on the side of the highway, my body never recovered.
The phantom pain echoed through my limbs, the memory of her betrayal and my agonizing death so vivid, so raw.
How was I back?
Why was I here, staring at these two people who orchestrated my destruction, their faces masks of innocence?
A choking rage, hot and living, simmered within me.
But this time, my eyes were wide open, and my voice was steady as I said the single, defiant word that would change everything: “No.”
This time, they wouldn’t get away with it. The Twin Who Stole Tomorrow
Horror I woke up to the hum of the office lights, keyboards clattering.
This was my desk at Visionary Films.
I was alive, and it was October 14th – the day before everything went to hell.
Last time, my identical twin sister Jessica stole my script, getting me accused of plagiarism, leading to my parents disowning me and my career's ruin.
It ended with my death at the hands of a crazed fan.
Now, I was inexplicably back, but the horror was far from over.
I soon realized Jessica didn't just steal finished work; she could pluck ideas straight from my mind, instantly.
Even a simple drawing, conceived moments before, would appear on her social media, claimed as her own.
My entire creative future was being systematically looted by this parasitic twin.
How could she reach into my thoughts, my unformed dreams, and claim them?
The injustice burned, the confusion maddened me.
This wasn't just sibling rivalry; it was a soul-sucking tether.
Desperate, I fled LA, burning every piece of my work.
But a frantic phone call from Jessica revealed her creative well had run dry without me.
This led me to Mama Martha, who confirmed a dark Hoodoo binding: a cursed doll, made with my essence, stealing my life force.
Now, armed with a powerful gris-gris bag, I'm back.
I'm ready to expose her and shatter the source of her stolen talent on the biggest stage imaginable. You might like
THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA
Jhasmheen Oneal Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand.
Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again.
What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear.
With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again.
Because falling in love is one thing.
Surviving it?
That's a war of its own.
Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul?
For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.
The Rise Of The Ugly Luna
Syra Tucker Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone.
Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved.
It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years.
Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from.
Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes.
Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with. My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her
infanta123 My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son.
Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend.
Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack.
The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't.
Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm.
She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more.
A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna.
He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable.
Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences? I Hid His Heir from My Alpha
Rabbit For two years, I was the Alpha's secret wife, a duty he resented. But the positive pregnancy test in my hand was a miracle, a blessing from the Moon Goddess. This baby, our heir, was supposed to be the bridge that finally mended our broken mate bond.
That night, he left without a word. I saw on a gossip site that he'd gone to pick up his ex-lover, Isadora. Reaching for him through our bond, I wasn't met with his usual coldness, but with her emotions bleeding through him-triumph and smug possession.
The next morning, I went to his office, ready to tell him about our baby, believing our child could fix us. But I stopped when I heard him talking to our Pack Healer about me.
The healer said I looked fragile, that he should care for his mate. My husband laughed.
"You seem to care for her more than I do," Demetri said, his voice dripping with ice. "Do you want me to give her to you? Take her. She's of no use to me."
My world shattered. I wasn't just unloved; I was a thing to be discarded. I looked down at the pregnancy report, the proof of the life inside me, and made a vow. He would never know about our child, and I would sever our bond myself.
I Paid the Alpha King for One Night
Rabbit For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous.
Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate.
I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry.
The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother.
He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement.
Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother.
He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse. 
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