Pregnant For The One Who Banished Me

Isolde's Rebirth For Her Destined Mate: The Brutal Alpha

A second chance to live? No! That never happens. Isolde Reagan's life has been all about saving her small pack, and accessing her inner wolf strength. But her grandmother believes it is time for her to get a mate. Whereas Isolde wonders who will want a powerless wolf like her as a mate. However, she is proved wrong when the charming Alpha of Wild moon pack comes for her. A ray of hope, as she thought, without knowing he had an hidden ambition to fulfill, while disguising and pretending to love Isolde in order to get the moonspike which was in the custody of Isolde's grandmother to save his pack and his sick mate, Celeste. However, Celeste is not whom she claims to actually be, she's like a green snake pretending to be a green grass. But Isolde's happy beginning takes a wrong turn when she realizes she had been played to marry a fake replica of her true mate, which was supposed to be Alpha Orion, but was framed up instead and got mated to the masked Beta Garett, who looked exactly like Alpha Orion. Feeling deceived and betrayed, In a bid to escape and plan her revenge, she is slowly taken by death. How is that even possible? And life comes by again, giving her a second chance. What decision does she make given a second chance to leave?

Claimed By The One Who Rejected Her

Amelia's world is shattered when she is selected as the Chosen One for her pack's brutal sacrificial ceremony to the moon goddess that occurs every decade. When Amelia's father, the Crimson Pack's Alpha, interrupts the ceremony to save his daughter, they soon face grave consequences-packs across the region are afflicted by a sudden deadly curse. With their leader gone and pack bonds broken, the few remaining Crimson wolves must beg for mercy from the ruthless Alpha Damian, whose own father perished in the ceremony's aftermath. Upon meeting, Amelia and Alpha Damian instantly recognize one another as fated mates. However, harboring deep resentment toward Amelia for his father's death, Alpha Damian rejects their bond. Amelia soon begins to uncover alarming secrets and hidden dangers lurking within Alpha Damian's pack. Will she and Alpha Damian unite against the darkness or let it consume everything they hold dear?

Lyra's Reborn For Revenge Against The Cruel Alpha

Do you ever think of a second chance in life? To go back in time and correct the foolish choices you made? Lyra and her pack have been living in torment of the villainous Lycan King. But in the middle of the trouble, she finds love. Or, she thought it was love. Despite constant warnings from the people around her to stay away from Damian who they didn't trust, Lyra was blinded by love to mate him. However, she receives the shock of her life when she finds out there is more to the pretentious Damian who has been conniving with her sister and best friend, Imogen. Along the line, Lyra found out she was pregnant. Fear gripped her immediately because she knew Damian was never going to let her live, especially in her current condition. She was equally afraid of her child coming to live in such a dreadful world. So, she hid it from everyone. Unfortunately, Imogen found out about it quickly enough. Slowly, Imogen had found herself falling in love with Damian. She instantly became scared that the child might create a bond between the both of them. And so, she poisoned Lyra who eventually bled to death and lost the child. Things turn around when Lyra is given a second chance to live. Time takes her back to the mating ceremony. It takes her a few minutes for lyra to realize what was happening. Immediately, Lyra cuts off the ceremony. Everyone is shocked of course. But she is filled with hatred, hurt, pain from the past that she thinks only of saving herself first. It felt like she could see right through them already. What does she find out as the truth? And what steps does she take to turn things around for her good? Read more in this captivating story!!!

Finding Bliss Again: My Baby Daddy Is The Most Powerful Man Alive?!

At their wedding night, Kayla caught her brand-new husband cheating. Reeling and half-drunk, she staggered into the wrong suite and collapsed into a stranger's arms. Sunrise brought a pounding head-and the discovery she was pregnant. The father? A supremely powerful tycoon who happened to be her husband's ruthless uncle. Panicked, she tried to run, but he barred the door with a faint, dangerous smile. When the cheating ex begged, Kayla lifted her chin and declared, "Want a second chance at us? Ask your uncle." The tycoon pulled her close. "She's my wife now." The ex gasped, "What!?"

Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal

I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."

The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think

Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

I'm Divorcing with You, Mr Billionaire!

I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.