The billionaire's disabled wife

The Luna's Rejected Love

Aria Stormveil was destined to be Luna of the Frostfang Pack until her fated mate, Alpha Caleb Frostheart, shattered her heart. Rejected in front of the entire pack, Aria fled, vowing never to look back. In the years since, she's built a life of independence and strength, burying the pain of rejection beneath layers of resilience. But fate isn't done with them yet. When the Frostfang Pack begins to crumble under the weight of betrayal and chaos, Caleb is forced to seek Aria's help. The mate bond he thought he could ignore burns brighter than ever, but Aria isn't the same broken woman he cast aside. She's strong, confident and unwilling to forgive easily. As secrets unravel and old flames reignite, a new danger emerges. Caleb's chosen mate, the cunning and ruthless Ophelia Darksky, will do anything to secure her place as Luna even if it means destroying Aria for good.

Bound to the Alpha's Curse

Ciaran Winterbane is a powerful alpha cursed to become a savage beast under the light of the full moon a curse that threatens not only his life but the survival of his entire pack. Cold, ruthless, and desperate for salvation, he sets out to find the one person who might save him: a mysterious lone wolf rumored to possess ancient healing magic. Selene Vale wants nothing to do with alphas. After being cast out by her pack for her strange abilities, she's vowed to live her life in peace, far from the politics and bloodshed of werewolf territory. But when Ciaran shows up on her doorstep, wounded and desperate, she's faced with an impossible choice help the man whose kind destroyed her life or turn away and let the curse consume him. As dark secrets unravel, and their mutual hatred turns into a dangerous attraction, Selene and Ciaran must navigate a web of betrayal, ancient magic, and a warlock hellbent on their destruction. But the curse has a price, and breaking it might mean sacrificing everything including their hearts

Marked by the Moons

In the shadowed depths of Silverwood, secrets run as deep as the ancient forest. Luna Brightwater has always been a rebellious omega, yearning for freedom from the rigid traditions of her pack. What she doesn't know is that her blood holds a power so ancient, it could change the fate of every werewolf alive. But when her fated mate turns out to be Elias Nightshade, a mysterious beta with secrets of his own, her life takes a dangerous turn. Elias has spent years hiding in plain sight, pretending to be a beta while secretly plotting revenge against Ronan Shadowfang, the ruthless alpha who destroyed his family. The last thing Elias expects is to find his fated mate in Luna-a stubborn omega with an irresistible pull. Protecting her might just destroy his carefully laid plans. But Ronan has his own plans for Luna. He knows the truth about her lineage, and he'll stop at nothing to claim her power for himself

The Mafia's Favourite Toy

Elena Hart's life is a delicate balance of survival and dreams, scraping by as an artist while raising her teenage brother after their parents' untimely deaths. But when her brother makes a fatal mistake stealing from the notorious Moretti mafia family their fragile world shatters. To protect him, Elena strikes a desperate bargain with the ruthless and enigmatic Dante Moretti, a man who commands loyalty with a glance and fear with a whisper. Bound to serve him in a shadowy, dangerous world she barely understands, Elena vows to keep her guard up against Dante's unnerving charm and steely control. But Dante has secrets of his own, and Elena is more than just a pawn in his game. As their lives intertwine, the lines between captor and captive blur, sparking a dangerous attraction that neither can resist. When betrayal and buried truths come to light, Elena must decide how far she's willing to go for love, for freedom, and for the one person she swore to protect. In a world where power is everything and trust is a luxury, who will come out on top and who will pay the ultimate price?

Caught in between

When Amara Voss moves to the secluded mountain town of Blackwood, she's seeking a fresh start and a chance to heal. But the quiet town holds dark secrets, and her world is turned upside down when she encounters Lachlan Dane-a mysterious man with piercing eyes and a dangerous edge. Lachlan belongs to the Blackwood pack, a hidden community of werewolves sworn to protect their own. Drawn to Amara in ways he cannot explain, Lachlan risks exposing his pack's existence for the woman who stirs something primal within him. But Amara's presence in Blackwood is no coincidence. She is tied to an ancient prophecy that could save the pack-or doom them all. As tensions rise between humans and werewolves, Amara must navigate a world of forbidden love, deadly loyalties, and a truth that could change everything she thought she knew about herself. Caught in a battle between two worlds, Amara faces an impossible choice: betray her own kind or sacrifice the man who has become her everything. In Caught in Between, love is a dangerous game, and the stakes are higher than ever.

The quintuplet Alphas

When struggling artist Selene Rylan moves to the fog-shrouded town of Silver Hollow, the last thing she expects is to be thrust into a world of ancient power and forbidden desire. Drawn to the mysterious and dangerously handsome quintuplet brothers-each an Alpha of the legendary Silverfang Pack-Selene soon learns that her arrival has awakened a prophecy older than time itself. As the brothers vie for her heart and loyalty, Selene discovers she is no ordinary human but the reincarnation of the Moonlight Witch-a being destined to unite the fractured pack or destroy it forever. With tensions rising and a rogue faction led by the vengeful Damien Voss threatening to tear the pack apart, Selene must navigate a whirlwind of passion, betrayal, and power. But the closer she gets to uncovering the truth, the more dangerous her position becomes. Loyalties are tested, dark secrets come to light, and Selene must choose between love and survival. Five Alphas. One Luna. A bond forged in fire, blood, and the untamed pull of the moon. Will Selene save them-or doom them all?

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Once The Foolish Wife, Now His Eternal Obsession

For three years, Cathryn and her husband Liam lived in a sexless marriage. She believed Liam buried himself in work for their future. But on the day her mother died, she learned the truth: he had been cheating with her stepsister since their wedding night. She dropped every hope and filed for divorce. Sneers followed-she'd crawl back, they said. Instead, they saw Liam on his knees in the rain. When a reporter asked about a reunion, she shrugged. "He has no self-respect, just clings to people who don't love him." A powerful tycoon wrapped an arm around her. "Anyone coveting my wife answers to me."

A Divorce He Regrets

The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback

Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband’s Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn’t find a cake or a "welcome home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn’t even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father’s legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn’s party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara’s health and managing every detail of Caden’s empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I’d drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause—if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I’d forgotten.