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Fated to My Enemy Alpha
I am Amber Jasper, daughter of the Alpha of the Scarlet Pack.But others only thought I was the lowest of slaves, and no one knew I existed. Because my father never wanted to acknowledge me, he treated me as a stain on his life just because my mother was omega.The day I turned eighteen, my father killed my mate in front of me, just so he could get me to marry his vicious enemy instead of my stepsister.And it was also the day I received the deadliest curse of all.I will never forget him gasping for breath, lifting his head helplessly with rage in his eyes, and saying with his last strength, "I, Eric Johnson, curse you with my life to never be happy, to be betrayed for all eternity-".This curse that filled the rest of my life ....***I am Alpha King Ryan, and I have watched my father be struck down in front of me, a nightmare that has haunted me for years!And now the chance for revenge has come.[Alpha, we've picked up Luke's daughter and will be returning soon.]A grin of pure, unadulterated happiness tore across my face and I laughed triumphantly. I had been waiting for this day for what felt like an eternity.After enduring years of painful memories and biding my time until the perfect moment presented itself to me, as if by magic, that moment had arrived.But as I stood there stoically as the car parked and the back door opened, my heart almost stopped.As much as I wanted to throw her away from me, I inhaled deeply and my wolf surged forward growling a single word possessively as our eyes locked."MATE!"My stomach sank and a wave of disgust washed over me as I fought furiously against my wolf for control.No, it's not possible! I will never accept her as my mate, I will make her the lowest of slaves!I will destroy everything about her, just like her father once did to me!
Bedmates? Soulmates!
The kiss grew more passionate as he felt her warm supple body pressing against his chest. He couldn’t believe how soft she was. He was gentler this time, making love to her with a slow, languorous pace, pausing now and then to check the expression on her face. Kira was… transported. She no longer felt the fabric of the sheets underneath her. One moment, she was floating in the air, cuddled by cotton candy clouds. The next, she’d become one with a dinghy, bobbing up and down with the undulating waves. His scent enveloped her. He was on top of her, using his arms to support his weight and avoid crushing her. She snuggled up closer to him, safe and snug, cocooned in his warmth. Kira had always marvelled at Austyn’s stamina, but he outdid himself tonight.In the midst of overwhelming rapture, Kira still had the presence of mind to broach the subject she’d been meaning to bring up. ‘My dad’s medical bills…’ Austyn paused. He frowned as he looked into those beseeching eyes. ‘It’ll be taken care of by the end of business day tomorrow,’ he said with a bit of an edge in his voice. Kira breathed out. ******She is a 21-year-old college student who dreams of becoming a journalist. He is the heir of the McCarthy family and president of a business empire. She is bright-eyed and vivacious, a glass-half-full kind of gal. When life throws her a curveball, she knocks it out of the park.He is the archetypal alpha male, aggressive and domineering. Endowed with both brains and brawn, he steamrolls over his enemies and rules his company with an iron fist. The two would never have crossed paths if not for a cruel twist of fate. Kira’s world was turned upside down when her father was hospitalised after a car accident. The medical bills were astronomical. Austyn McCarthy offered her a way out. The price: becoming his contract wife. At night, he consummated their marriage but called out another woman’s name. Who was she? Why did Austyn marry Kira if he was in love with someone else? Kira was his lawful wife, but she had no right to ask these questions. Then one day, the woman showed up in front of her…
A Contractual Marriage? Hell No!
Professor Aurora Reed of Astrait University has gotten into a shotgun marriage. Her husband, Owen Jenson, is from an affluent family. He throws a marriage contract at her and demands that they don't interfere in each other's lives after marriage. All he wants is for them to play their respective roles—he doesn't want her to have any unnecessary fantasies. She thinks this marriage is just something for them to get what they need—it'll end when the time is up. However, someone goes back on their word, rips the contract, and takes what they want. Everyone in the upper crust makes fun of Aurora for being a fake heiress that the Klein family has kicked out. They mock her and say that she only got the chance to marry into an affluent family because she's a substitute for someone. They also say Owen has a girlfriend he's deeply in love with. Once she returns, it'll be time for Aurora to leave. The tables are turned when someone records a video of Owen telling the truth when he's drunk. "My precious wife hails from an affluent family, and I've had my eye on her for years. She went from being Astrait University's renowned genius to a globally renowned scientist—she's the one settling for me. "I'm a CEO, but I burned the midnight oil reading scientific texts just so we could have common topics to discuss. My assets are all under her name, and I lose my mind when she replies to my messages a second later than usual. Isn't that considered true love?"
Goodbye Scumbag, Hello True Love
"I'm so over Cassandra." Aidan Ziegler sneers, swirling his wine glass with a lazy smirk. "A real woman is soft and sweet—like Clara. As for her..." In the corner, a glass suddenly shatters in a man's palm. Cassandra Callum stands frozen, holding the cake she made to celebrate their three-year anniversary, eyes locked on the blood trickling down from his sharply defined fingers. Tristan Freeman, head of Freeman Group, slowly wipes his hand clean. His dark gaze sweeps over her tear-reddened eyes. "Ms. Callum, would you like to marry me?" The city explodes with gossip. Everyone thinks a broke little designer has climbed her way into wealth and power— what no one knows is that this marriage is a trap Tristan set five years ago. His private gallery holds over a thousand sketches of her profile—from that day in sophomore year when she crouched in a rainy alley feeding a stray cat, to her backstage at a runway abroad, gently arranging jewelry. Late at night, he stares at security footage, cigarette in hand, as Aidan kneels in a storm, soaked and shaking. Tristan suddenly pulls his delicate wife into his arms. Later, a finance reporter captures the once cold and ruthless Tristan, down on one knee before Cassandra. His hands tremble as he holds a pregnancy test. Cassandra flashes her wedding ring and laughs softly. "Surprised, Mr. Freeman?" Tristan, once known for being sharp and vicious, blinks back tears, then presses a trembling kiss to the faded mark on her ring finger. "Cassie, when you were 22, I wanted to say..." "Say what?" He leans in, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "The cake was really sweet."
No Longer a Pushover
In Noelle Liddell's past life, she obeyed her brothers' every command. Yet they exploited her and stepped all over her pride so they could dote on Xenia Quigley, their fake sister. Noelle is their birth sister, yet she ultimately dies after being kicked out of her home. After being reborn, Noelle follows one principle—she stops being such a Good Samaritan, and she's not going to forgive or make up with her brothers. They can go do whatever they want as long as they leave her alone. Her eldest brother, Donovan Liddell, wonders why his health has deteriorated recently. It's because Noelle doesn't bring him his medication and supplements anymore. Her second brother, Frank Liddell, wonders why his company's firewall keeps acting up. It's because Noelle doesn't maintain it anymore. Her third brother, Carl Liddell, wonders why the development of the new drug is going so slowly. It's because Noelle isn't testing it anymore. Her fourth brother, Blake Liddell, wonders why the scripts he's getting are so horrible. It's because Noelle isn't writing them anymore. Her fifth brother, Wyatt Liddell, wonders why his prosthetic limb is so terrible. It's because Noelle isn't producing them anymore. Her sixth brother, Lucas Liddell, wonders why his team lost. It's because Noelle quit. The six men grovel at Noelle's feet and beg for her forgiveness. "Come home, Nelly. Blood is thicker than water—we're a family!" Noelle sneers. "You only know that you're wrong after everything's gone to shit. Sorry, but I'm not going to forgive any of you!"
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