The Game Changer Husband

The Barren Luna's Secret: Pregnant with the Alpha's Heir

My husband, Alpha Damien, believed the Seer’s lie that I was barren and a curse to the Blackwood Pack. He spent his nights with his mistress, Victoria, while I sat alone in the cold study, hiding the swell of my belly and the future Alpha growing inside me. The night the Great Hall exploded, the truth could no longer be hidden. I collapsed on the floor, my water breaking, blood pooling beneath me amidst the choking smoke and debris. Damien saw me. He saw the agony in my eyes and the desperate plea on my lips. But when Victoria let out a theatrical scream from across the room, he made his choice. He turned his back on his pregnant mate and sprinted to save his mistress, leaving me to be consumed by the flames. I didn't die in the fire. I dragged myself out into the freezing blizzard, choosing to risk death in the snow rather than stay in a house that wanted me dead. It wasn't until weeks later that Damien tore apart the Seer’s tower and found the letter proving Victoria had paid for the fake prophecy. Shattered by the realization that he had abandoned his own son for a lie, he crossed the frozen wasteland to my father’s territory, falling to his knees in the mud to beg for my return. But he didn't find the weak, submissive wife he left behind. He found the White Wolf. I looked down at him with cold, dead eyes and whispered, "My child has my blood, and he will never know you."

Discarded Wife's Billionaire Revenge Unleashed

The fourth time I lost our baby, my husband threw me out of his Bentley on a deserted road. My crime? The heel of my shoe had scuffed the pristine leather interior. I woke up in a hospital bed, bleeding and alone, only to see him through the glass door, holding his high school sweetheart in his arms. Moments later, his mother posted their picture online with the caption: "Finally back where they belong. A true love story." Their friends commented, calling me a "social-climbing nobody" he was finally getting rid of. They thought they had broken me, that I would come crawling back like I always did. But they forgot about the betrayal clause in our prenup, the one that would give me control of my family's entire fortune. And it expired in one week.

The Unwanted, The Unstoppable

After ten years in the foster system, my family finally found me. I thought it was a dream come true, but I quickly learned my place. I was the workhorse who paid for my perfect twin sister Kristen's life, while she was the golden child they were proud of. The only good thing I had was my boyfriend, Jason. Then, at a party I was catering, I overheard my parents plotting with his. They were arranging for Jason to marry Kristen, saying I had too much baggage and was damaged goods. Minutes later, in front of everyone, Jason got down on one knee and proposed to my sister. As the crowd cheered, my phone buzzed with a text from him: "I'm sorry. It's over." When I confronted them at home, they admitted the truth. Finding me was a mistake. I was just an embarrassment they had to manage, and they had done me a favor by giving Jason to Kristen. To silence me, my sister threw herself down the stairs and screamed that I had pushed her. My father beat me and threw me onto the street like trash. As I lay bruised on the sidewalk, my parents told the arriving police I was a violent attacker. They wanted to erase me, but they were about to find out they had just started a war.

My Wife, My Betrayer

My wife, Sarah, and I defined DINK: Dual Income, No Kids. It was her dream, and I made it mine, even getting a vasectomy to seal our child-free future. Then, ten years into our perfect marriage, I found the birth certificates in her safe: twins, Luke and Ben O'Connell. Ten years old. When confronted, Sarah admitted they were "Liam's boys," her old college friend. She justified it as "filial piety" for Liam's "dying mother," a duty. What about her duty to me? My blood ran cold when her mother called, casually revealing the whole family knew. They expected me to "adjust," to love the boys. Suddenly, I was faced with a choice: "It's me, or it's them. You cut them out of your life, completely, or we are done." She didn't hesitate. "I can't do that to them, Ethan. They're my children." My heart shattered. I took off my wedding ring and laid it on the birth certificates. The marriage was over. I was a fool, a twenty-year joke, the loyal husband sacrificing for a woman building another family behind my back. The clinic visit replayed in my mind: Sarah holding my hand, her "concern" for me, comforting me years later with a fake infertility diagnosis. All lies. I discovered the truth through a monthly payment to a property management company, leading to photos of Sarah, Liam, and the twins living a perfect family life-a life I was unknowingly funding. At her father's 70th birthday party, Sarah introduced me to the boys. "Mommy says you couldn't give her babies, so she had to get them from our daddy," one smirked, loud enough for everyone to hear. Later, she publicly transferred fifty-one percent of my company's shares to Liam, for "the boys." I wasn't just replaced; I was erased. The next day, she brought them to our house, my house. The boy broke his own phone, then shrieked, "He pushed me!" Liam, the picture of feigned sorrow, scolded me. Then, Sarah, with a rage I'd never seen, slapped me hard across the face. "How dare you touch my son?" In that moment, I realized I was just an obstacle. I didn't say a word. I just packed a bag, signed the divorce papers, and left. On my way out, I made sure the hidden security camera had captured everything, the proof I needed to ensure she could never deny what she had done.

The Betrayal: A Love Lost

I was Mark Thompson' s secret, his adoptive niece, and his hidden lover for three years. He took me in when I had nowhere else to go, becoming my protector and hero. Then, two pink lines on a pregnancy test changed everything. I went to tell him, hoping this baby would make our relationship real, only to overhear him on the phone, laughing. "A baby? With her? Are you crazy? I can't have some unwanted mutt ruining my life." My blood ran cold as I heard him, the man I loved, dismiss our unborn child as an "unwanted mutt," and me as "just a kid," "a fling." My phone shattered on the floor, mirroring my heart. Later, his ex, Sarah Jenkins-the "white whale" he never got over-buzzed his phone. I heard her laughter in the background as he canceled our dinner for her. The dream turned into a nightmare. Days later, Mark took Sarah' s side after she maliciously posted private photos of me online and then lied, claiming I was crazy. He didn't ask for my side of the story. He just saw her tears and shattered phone and immediately took her side. "You have caused nothing but trouble since she came back," he snarled, and then the man who promised to protect me slapped me. I fell, clutching my stomach, screaming his name as I saw the blood. But a cold, unfeeling Mark just looked at me. "Stop it, Olivia," he said, his voice laced with disgust. "The drama is over. I'm not falling for it." Then, he left me bleeding on the floor, driving off with Sarah as I lost our baby. How could he? How could the man who raised me, the man I loved, turn into a monster who chose his ex-girlfriend's lies over my suffering? How could he dismiss me, hit me, and abandon me when I was losing our child? What kind of love was this? What was wrong with me for believing in him? I would not let him soothe me this time. There would be no more tears, no more begging. I would take my shattered pieces, walk away, and build a life where I was finally free.

The Fiancé's Cruel Game

One month ago, my life was a fairytale, complete with an engagement ring from Liam Blackwood, the man I adored. Then, Vance Capital collapsed, my father was arrested, and quickly died in prison. My mother, shattered, faded away. I lost everything overnight, and when I ran to Liam, my fiancé, for comfort, he simply stated, "I did it, Ava. Every part of it. I destroyed your father." Shock, grief, and utter confusion warred in me as he revealed a chilling tale of vengeance spanning decades, culminating in my family' s ruin. Now, I stand on an auction block in Liam' s exclusive, underground club, priced and displayed like a possession. My humiliation, he believes, is the final stroke of his revenge. But as he mockingly toasts his victory, a new fire ignites within me. He thinks he' s broken me, but he has only forged a new enemy, and this is just the beginning of his downfall.

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

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 Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers

After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."

Hell In His Eyes, Heaven In His Kiss

Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.