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When a ruthless heiress and a struggling actress wake up in each other’s bodies, their worlds turn upside down.
Olivia Smith, born into power and pride, suddenly finds herself trapped in a life of poverty and pain.
Emma Williams, quiet and selfless, opens her eyes to luxury, influence, and danger.
But as they fight to survive in lives that were never meant for them, secrets begin to unfold, hearts are stolen, and destiny starts to blur the line between who they were and who they’re meant to become.
Borrowed faces… stolen hearts.
A story of identity, redemption, and love found in the most unexpected mirrors. 
"Ms. Keane, the test results are not very favorable. You've been diagnosed with late-stage pancreatic cancer. If you refuse treatment, you'll likely only have several weeks left to live—not even a month. Are you sure you wish to proceed without treatment? Does your husband agree to this?"
The doctor asks me over the phone.
"I'm sure… Yes, he agrees to this as well," I reply.
I gaze around the empty room after I end the call, feeling unbearably upset. I used to think the pain was just my recurring gastritis, but it's actually because of a tumor.
Sighing, I turn to gaze at the photo on the desk.
Silas Huntington, who's 18 in the photo, stares right back at me.
Even after all these years, I can still remember the day we took that photo. Snow had dusted our hair white, which made Silas ask whether this counted as us growing old together. 
Thaddeus Cromwell is about to marry his childhood sweetheart, Danica Watson. Louisa Graham, who has been by his side for seven years, neither cries nor makes a scene. Instead, she personally organizes a grand wedding for him.
On the day of Thaddeus' wedding, Louisa puts on a wedding dress as well.
Two bridal cars pass each other along a long, bustling street. As the brides exchange bridal bouquets, a customary gesture of goodwill in their country when wedding processions meet, Thaddeus hears Louisa say, "I wish you a happy marriage!"
Thaddeus runs after Louisa's bridal car for ten full miles before finally catching up. He grabs her arm and sobs tearfully, "Louisa, you're mine."
But a man steps out of the bridal car and gently pulls Louisa into his embrace. "If she's yours, then what about me?" 

"Gale Warm, what the Warm family owes me is for you to pay!" Shawn Wood threw Gale Warm into a mental hospital, tortured and humiliated. Two years later, he married her. "Don't be delusional, you are just here to atone for your family sins." He hated her, and only wanted to bully her.Gale Warm endured it while searching for the truth, and proved her family's innocence. Later, Gale Warm threw the evidence on Shawn Wood's face. "I never owed you." Later, Shawn Wood turned pale overnight. He whispered in her ear day and night. "Gale, don't leave me. Otherwise, I won’t be able to live..." "Shawn Wood, how dare you threaten me!" "How dare I? You wouldn’t want our children to have no father, would you?" 
Miranda Payne is Ekason's most renowned genius pediatric surgeon.
With a scalpel in her hand, she has saved countless children's lives. The media hails her as Ekason's "guardian of children".
But right now, she is pinned against her office desk, a cold gun barrel pressed firmly against her wrist.
The man holding the gun is her husband, Jerome Cooper, heir to the Cooper family and the one who controls both Ekason's criminal underworld and its legitimate power.
Dressed in a black suit, he radiates a chilling, murderous air. Behind him, one of his men holds up a tablet. On the screen, a video plays.
Their five-year-old son, Fred Cooper, is being forcibly transferred out of the hospital.
Fred is burning with a high fever. His cheeks are flushed, his face twisted in pain. He murmurs weakly, "Mommy…"
"Freddie!" Miranda cries out, her heart shattering at the sight of him.
"Miranda, you have no choice with the two surgeries today," Jerome says coldly, pressing the gun harder against her wrist. "You either save Dami first, or I destroy your hand and let both Dami and Freddie die together." 

On my birthday, Grandpa asks me, Harper Levinson, which man from the Zink family I wish to marry. I choose the fifth and youngest son without hesitation, and the elders are thrown into shock.
After all, everyone in our circle knows that I, the eldest daughter and future heiress to the Levinson Group, am deeply in love with their eldest son, Jonathan Zink. I've always insisted on marrying no one but him.
In my previous life, I did marry Jonathan. However, in our third month, I discovered that he was cheating on me with my illegitimate younger sister, Ruth.
That day, his eyes were filled with tears as he knelt before me. "Please forgive me. It was just an accident, I swear!"
I gave in but, ultimately, Grandpa found out and sent Ruth abroad. Jonathan believed it was all my doing, and from that moment on, he hated me to the bone.
Over the next few years, the elders in the family passed away one after another. We were always beaten to the punch in the market, and our company's confidential files were stolen.
On the very day I found out about my pregnancy, I was killed in a staged car accident.
Now, reborn into this life, I choose to let them fulfill their love instead. What I don't expect is when news of my engagement is announced, he storms into the engagement party and begs me to marry him. 

Margot Monroe is a genius among the young overseas returnees in the Southbridge Military District. She's the youngest chief of surgery at the district hospital, and her priceless hands have saved countless lives through major operations.
But right now, those hands lie beneath someone's boot, being grinded mercilessly against the floor. And the one responsible is her own husband, Cameron Reid, division commander of the Southbridge Military District.
Cameron sits calmly in his chair, his military uniform crisp and immaculate, his expression blank.
Behind him, in the next room, several large men pin Margot's younger sister down on a bed. Her sister, Eloise Monroe's broken, helpless cries keep echoing out, tearing Margot's heart to shreds.
Cameron says, "Margot, you have two choices. Get up and operate on Vera's mother, or I'll open Eloise's door right now and let everyone in Southbridge see what kind of spectacle she's making."
Margot clenches her teeth, her eyes bloodshot as she stares at Cameron. "Cameron, why are you doing this to me?" 

On my 23rd birthday, my brother, Eric Welsh, becomes the richest man in the country. During the grand birthday party he throws for the housekeeper's daughter, Fiona Dobler, he announces that she will receive the sole attention of the Welsh family.
Meanwhile, I have only a month left to live because of my faulty artificial heart, and I can't find a matching donor. While I'm being tormented physically and mentally, I video call him.
When he hears me coughing, he berates me, "Back then, you left because you were worried that I'll be a burden to you. What now? Are you regretting it because I'm rich?"
My throat feels tight as I stare intently at his unchanged expression through the screen, smiling wryly. "Eric, think of 300,000 dollars as a small amount and lend it to me."
On the other end, Eric snorts and gently assures Fiona, "It's a scam call. Don't worry."
Of course he has nothing to worry about. The healthy heart in his chest is mine. 

My ex-boyfriend, Jason Bell, still hasn't let go of me, even though I've been married to Cedric Mosley for two years now.
He sends blood-red dancing heels to me and threatens to destroy my current "peaceful life".
Terrified and trembling, I'm about to call the cops when a hand in latex gloves rests on my shoulder.
"Don't be afraid."
My forensic doctor husband, having just returned from an autopsy, carries a faint scent of formaldehyde with him.
He takes off his glasses. With the same hands he uses to handle scalpels, he slowly helps me open the threatening letter inside the package.
"The handwriting is sloppy, with uneven pressure applied. It's typical of an anxious personality type."
Then, as if he's reviewing an autopsy report, he comments mildly, "This type of person usually has brittle bones that snap easily."
*
There are 206 bones in an adult body.
When Cedric placed a “rib” ring on my finger, he whispered, “You are the bone I lost long ago—the one that makes me whole.”
That is the origin of this title. 
Warning! This story is a reverse harem and contains explicit scenes, including BxB, throughout.
Six years ago, I gave everything to the boy who set my world on fire, my heart, my body, my trust. The next day, he vanished without a word.
Since then, life hasn’t been kind. I buried my parents in the same week I brought my newborn son home from the hospital. At just eighteen, I became a mother and a guardian to my fifteen-year-old sister, barely surviving the weight of it all. When I finally thought I found stability in a loving husband, I discovered he was living a double life, with another woman.
Now, my son, Jaxon, is acting out, angry at the world and carrying wounds I can’t heal. After yet another phone call from the school, this time, expulsion. I knew we couldn’t keep pretending things were okay. We needed a fresh start.
I never expected that fresh start to lead me to a sleepy mountain town hiding a dangerous secret… or to him.
Because this town borders a hidden pack of wolf shifters, and their alpha is none other than the boy who disappeared six years ago.
The same boy who doesn’t know he left me with more than a broken heart…
He left me with his son. 
"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." 

I just experienced the most unforgettable Christmas night of my life.
I had planned a pajama-themed Christmas party with my best friend, Lia Wright, and I purposely changed into my black, lacey night gown, took a sexy photo of myself in it, and sent it to her.
"Daddy, wanna open your Christmas present tonight?" I said in a text message to tease her.
Exactly three minutes later, she replied, "Are you sure you want to play this game?"
I chuckled at how serious she was, then typed my provocative reply. "Just say it if you're too scared to come over."
Now, 20 minutes later, the door to my room is suddenly thrown open with a loud bang.
Liam Blake, my childhood friend who had been giving me the cold shoulder for the past half year, shows up at the door, his eyes rimmed red and with a light dusting of snow on his clothes. He pushes me onto the bed and kisses me fiercely and fervently.
"What did you just call me earlier?" Liam gasps, backing away slightly so his hot breath fans across my lips. His voice is low and hoarse, and I have never heard him speak like that before. "Call me that again."
I shiver hard and quickly sober up before grabbing my phone that was still lit up.
I had thought that I'd been chatting with Lia the entire time. But now, I suddenly realize that the name on top of the chat window had been "Liam" the entire time. 
Everyone in Harborlyn says Lila Wynn is the kind of woman men would want to marry.
She is beautiful enough to take a man's breath away, yet she has a gentle and soft personality.
Dominic Steele keeps getting caught up in scandals. Every time, his fiancee, Lila, will be the one to clean up the mess.
The first time, Dominic gets caught going on a date with a rookie model. Lila, who is running a high fever, still drags herself out of bed in the middle of the night and gets someone to remove the trending topic.
The third time, Dominic is cornered at a hotel with an up-and-coming actress. Lila has just come out of surgery for appendicitis. She grits her teeth in pain and goes to smooth things over with the reporters herself.
The ninth time, on the day of Lila's mother, Melanie Norman's funeral, Dominic spends the night celebrating his mistress' birthday.
Lila is crying while she writes and releases a statement to clear things up for him.
Then comes the 100th scandal. This time, the woman who gets caught in Dominic's bed is Lila's sister, whom she has loved and protected for 20 years. 
I, Nadine Cross, transplant the nerves from my own hands to my boyfriend's "sister", who loses the use of both her hands in an accident.
With that, Irene Sawyer's painting skills improve tremendously.
However, I lose function in both hands. I can't even lift a glass of water.
My boyfriend, Thomas Graham, tearfully promises that he will forever be grateful to me and will take care of me for the rest of my life.
Because I love him, I silently endure the agony of rehabilitation treatments.
But one day, I accidentally discover that his so-called sister, Irene, is actually his lover.
I confront him, but they tie me up.
"Since your hand nerves work so well, your optic nerves should be good too. Irene's eyesight hasn't been great lately. If you're going to help, then you should help her all the way. Give her your eyes, Nadine," Thomas demands.
I fall into despair as I watch them approach me with surgical knives.
Thomas says, "Don't hate me. You've already lost function in both hands. Your eyes won't do you much good when you're in this state. I'm just making the rational choice."
Boundless darkness descends.
When I open my eyes again, I am back at the time right before the nerve transplant surgery.
This time, I get a dog's nerves instead. 

Five years ago, Natalie Lunsford was framed by her fiance, Morris Shelton, and her stepsister, Hailey Lunsford. While she was put behind bars, they took her child away and abandoned them.Five years later, she is released from prison, covered in scars. Yet, what greets her isn't her promised wedding but Morris and Hailey's grand engagement party.After Natalie endures the public humiliation, her memories resurface—she has never been a good-for-nothing pushed around by everyone. On the contrary, she's a genius who's been hiding her talent for years.International medical organizations beg her, a miracle doctor, to lead surgeries for them.Firewalls around the globe are useless in the face of a top-class hacker like her.She is also a genius painter whose paintings sell for hundreds of millions of dollars.Natalie smiles faintly. "It's about time I'm paid what I'm owed."Those who bullied and humiliated her in the past will eventually beg for mercy at her feet!Until, one day, a cute child hugs her legs and exclaims, "I've finally found you, Mommy!"Horatio Hurrell, known as the Prince of Jerrington, corners her against a wall. He rubs the imprint of a ring on her ring finger and says, "Our child's already this grown-up. How much longer are you going to continue hiding your identity, Mrs. Hurrell?" 





David, my childhood sweetheart who promised to have a Mark ceremony with me when I turned 18, proposed to my cousin Violet at my coming-of-age party.That wizard Andrew, who was said to be uninterested in women, put a silver ring carved with mystical runes onto my ring finger at David's celebration.For five years after our mark ceremony, he was gentle and devoted to me.I believed that it was my true love.Until I overheard his conversation with a friend."Andrew, Violet's already become the pack healer. How long will you keep pretending with Morgan?""Since I can't be Violet’s mate anyway, it doesn't matter who I mark. Besides, with me here, Morgan can't interfere with Violet's happiness."The rune stones he carved in secret all bore Violet's name with his blessing to her.“Bless Violet could rid of bad dreams”“Bless Violet could obtain all she wants, and needn’t worry anything.”“Violet, I can’t be your mate, hope you have a wonderful life.”Five years of reaming. One moment of awakening.I arranged a fake identity and planned my staged death. 





My father was a rogue, but by the moon goddess's blessing, he formed a mate bond with the sister of the Alpha of The Blackwood Pack.
They were deeply in love and had eight sons together, yet I, their only daughter, was the most cherished in the entire family.
When I fell ill as a child, my mother prayed for my recovery for three days and nights before the moon goddess's temple.
Once, when my older brothers took me out to play, I accidentally cut my face. My mother was so furious she had them strung up and whipped for three days straight.
My father taught me all his skills, holding nothing back.
Everyone in the family doted on me, treating me like a precious jewel.
Before I even came of age, the Alpha had me betrothed to his most favored adopted son.
I always told myself that one day, I would repay them for everything they had given me.
And so, three days before the wedding—
I personally slaughtered every last one of the several thousand family members.
I severed my father and mother's heads, skinned them, and made a coat from their pelts. 



I've just gotten married to Nathan Rodgers, a scion of Heidorot's elite, in the morning. But in the afternoon, he takes me to the courthouse for a divorce.
As I clutch both the marriage and divorce certificates in my hands, all I can hear is his friends' relentless mocking.
"Wow, Nathan! You actually married and divorced Caroline just because you wanted to cheer Eveline up!"
"Haha! Look at how pale Caroline looks! Don't tell me she's about to cry!"
Nathan wraps an arm around my adopted sister, Eveline Garrix. He says to her in a gentle tone, "Now that both certificates are here, are you willing to flash me a smile now?"
Caroline let out a soft giggle. Her face, which is often fixed with a cold expression, now has a smile blooming on it.
I want to demand answers, but I find myself being restrained by my brothers.
Martin Bergling, my oldest brother who's a CEO, frowns at me.
"Nathan is the only one who can make Caroline laugh. You'd better behave now."
Oscar Bergling, my second brother, who's an award-winning actor, shoves me to the floor.
"Eveline comes from a pitiful background. You, on the other hand, were born with a silver spoon—you have plenty of men to pick from other than Nathan."
Albus Bergling, my third brother who's a biology professor, fixes a cold expression on his face.
"Nathan should've married Eveline a long time ago. Stop bothering them already, Caroline!"
After that, my brothers forcibly push them into a car in an attempt to stop me from ruining their first love's happiness.
That's when the system, which has gone missing for a very long time, returns to me.
"Host, it appears that you've accomplished your mission! Do you want to return to your world right now?"
I sit in the back seat, looking out the window glumly. When I hear the system's voice, I almost break out into laughter.
Finally, the angsty scene I've performed for the sake of my mission is over. From now on, I no longer give a damn about the stupid theatrics those idiots call their lives. 


“I’m your mate,” he declared, his voice filled with fervent intent, difficult to grasp amidst the overwhelming pleasure.“Yeah,” I managed to reply, my mind clouded by ecstasy. His presence enveloped me entirely, our bodies now intimately intertwined. My eyes widened as the heat of his manhood grazed the entrance of my folds, anticipation building maddeningly within me. A curse escaped my lips, a desperate plea for him to enter me.Tears welled in the corners of my eyes as I felt my inner walls shatter. It hurt—a searing pain coursing through me.“You’re a virgin,” he stated, his tone certain and unyielding.Cercei's eighteen years of existence were marred by excruciating pain and suffering solely because of her uncanny resemblance to her stepsister Vienna, the Alpha King Remus 's daughter. Cercei found it unbearably cruel that she possessed the same beauty as Vienna, which made Vienna feel insecure, leading her to subject Cercei to relentless torment.Despite the numerous hardships, Cercei received love and care from her parents, and she remained humble. Although their pack Alpha never respected them and treated them as mere servants, her family found happiness. However, everything changed dramatically on her eighteenth birthday when their Alpha ruthlessly killed her father without a valid reason and mercilessly crushed his heart underfoot after digging it out.Enraged and craving revenge, Cercei felt powerless—until she encountered the Alpha King of the North Lucian Red. He is her fated mate, but also Vienna's fiancé. This chance encounter abruptly changed her life, unraveling all the secrets and lies her mother, Emila, had carefully hidden for eighteen years. The revelation shattered Cercei's belief in her perfect family, leaving her to question everything she had ever known in the love triangle. 

Having been married for one year, Genevieve Whitfield doesn't expect that she'll get divorced soon, even though the honeymoon phase isn't over yet.
Back then, she chose to conceal her identity and marry Zachary Lambert in order to repay him for his benevolence. Little does she know that her repayment is met with cruelty instead.
Zachary dotes on his pretentious childhood sweetheart, Regina Sloane, a lot. Genevieve's mother-in-law, Sylvia Jenkins, berates her for not being able to give birth. Even Zachary's younger sister, who's still a teenager, has the gall to push her around.
Fine. Whoever wants Zachary can have him. Genevieve doesn't hesitate to hand over the divorce agreement right away.
Wait, Zachary doesn't want a divorce? It's fine. Genevieve has an array of methods and brute strength on her side.
She can't get a cent out of this divorce? Heck no! She will make sure to obtain every single cent that's rightfully hers!
After dumping Zachary, Genevieve's alter egos are stripped one by one by the public. She's a medical genius, a genius artist, as well as a top-tier perfumer.
Zachary clutches his chest, clearly regretting his decision. He's willing to present everything he has on a silver platter to her just to beg her to remarry him.
But the bastard child, Tristan Hale, of the Lambert family has Genevieve all cornered. She tries to escape from him, only for him to kiss her.
With a small smile on his face, he declares, "You're mine." 
Bethany Porter has been in a clandestine relationship with her best friend's uncle, Noah Vazquez, for three years, only to hear her best friend, Holly Vasquez, say, "My uncle's seeing someone, Beth."
It hits her then that she has been nothing but a substitute for the last three years.
To reclaim her late father's inheritance, Bethany agrees to her mother, Diana Reeves', arrangement and goes on a blind date. Unbeknownst to her, she sits at the wrong table.
"Let's get married. We can go our separate ways in a year," Bethany suggests.
Silas Brennan arches his brow. "Sure. Since there's still time, why don't we go get our marriage license now?"
…
Regret twists in Noah's chest when he sees the ring on Bethany's finger. His eyes mist over as he seizes her wrist. "Can you give me another chance, Beth?"
Before the gentle woman can respond, the man behind her draws her in, his arms settling around her slender waist. "Whoa there, are you trying to be a homewrecker, Mr. Vazquez? Sorry, but that's my wife's hand you're holding. Lay a hand on her again, and I'll cut it off!"
Noah belatedly realizes that the man who stole his girlfriend is his archenemy. 
After getting drunk at a wedding party, Summer Hart had spent a night with a man. She then found herself pregnant after that. She wanted to keep the child, but the man had other plans. She tried to run away but was caught. "If you want to keep the child, marry me. We'll divorce after two years, and meanwhile, don't touch me—not even holding hands," the man said, backing her into a corner. She found the man utterly shameless. 'Holding hands? Dream on.' After the marriage, the man said, "I know you are scared. Let's sleep together tonight." "I'm not scared." "I saw you in a dream and heard you say you're scared and want to sleep with me." "Have you no shame, Mark Valentine?" "Shame? What is shame?" 



She was always the good girl. Until heartbreak made her reckless.
Elena Sinclair thought marriage meant forever.
But five years in, her “forever” has become a gilded cage of pain and betrayal.
She’s the wife who couldn’t give him a child. The barren disappointment. And for that, her husband offered her a cruel compromise… an open marriage. One that gave him the right to find someone who could carry his heir.
The next day, he brought a pregnant woman home. The same woman who was first introduced as his cousin.
The humiliation doesn’t end there, his mother lashes out… hurling insults and even fists, while her husband turns a blind eye. Not once has he defended her. Not once has he shown her love. She’s nothing more than a placeholder… a name on a marriage certificate.
The cruelest part? She loved him. She loved him long before the vows, long before the lies… so deeply it blinded her to who he really was.
Now, to make him jealous, she turns to the one man she should never touch: Jaxx Moretti, her husband’s younger brother. The dangerous one. The black sheep of the Sinclair family. The man who once made her high school years hell… and now has every reason to destroy her husband's legacy.
What starts as a twisted game soon ignites into something raw, addictive, and completely forbidden.
But Jaxx isn’t just her escape. He’s everything her husband isn’t. Because the deeper she sinks into Jaxx's bed… The harder it becomes to crawl back out.
Content Warning: This book contains mature themes intended for adult audiences (18+), including explicit sexual content, toxic relationships, manipulation, and emotional trauma. Reader discretion is strongly advised. 

To save her famiglia, Lucia Bellini is forced to marry the youngest Don of Iberby, Alessandro Rossi.
On the day of her wedding, she finds out that she is a substitute for his dead first love. From her clothes to the way she performs in the bedroom, she has to live as if she's a shadow of another woman.
He is cold and despotic, while she gives in and endures in silence. In their days and nights together, they fall for each other but never realize it.
When Alessandro is running a high fever, he calls out her name in his half-conscious state.
After they divorce, Lucia leaves without a backward glance.
One and a half years later, she rises to become the boss of her family with her iron fist. The once delicate rose becomes a rose full of thorns.
At long last, Alessandro realizes that he has fallen in love with Lucia for who she is, and not as a shadow of someone long gone.
He takes care of the woman who's been trying to pass herself off as his first love. Then, he chases after Lucia all the way to her private island.
There, he gets down on one knee and sincerely proposes to her.
"Lucia, I only want you." 
"MINE!!!!""What do you want me to do? I caught you kissing! You allow him to kiss you knowing you had a mate!" he said angrily, "You know I am your mate!!" he added.***Freya is the adoptive daughter of the warrior mated couple of the Midnight Pack. She didn't have a scent, so everyone thought that she didn't have a wolf, just like humans.Matteo Harith is the Lycan prince, soon to be king, who was waiting for his mate. He had smelled her since 9 years ago in the palace, but after that, he never found her, no matter how much he looked for her.When Matteo was assigned by his king's father to look into the case of a pack that had been wiped out, he lived in the Midnight Pack and found Freya.The moment Matteo stepped out of his SUV, Freya found out that he was her mate. But Matteo couldn't smell her at all. A tournament that had been held within the pack made Matteo find Freya to be his mate when their eyes met.When Matteo finally smelled Freya's scent, it was also the time that she remembered what had happened in her childhood and that the palace had refused to help them when they asked, which caused her biological parents' death. What is he going to do when Freya was blaming the royals and wanted to reject him even after they mark each other? 

Three years ago, Evelyn Blackwell was a wolf-less Omega, betrayed, rejected, and cast out of the Bloodbane Pack.She walked away with nothing but her unborn daughter and the ashes of a bond she once believed in.Now she's back.Not as someone's Luna, but as the founder of a medical empire, a world-renowned doctor,And the fiercely protective mother of a bright, wolf-less little girl.Her ex-mate, Alpha Calvin Wolfe, expected her to fade into obscurity.But the moment he sees her again, confident, radiant, and entirely out of reach, he knows he made the biggest mistake of his life.She doesn't want his apology.She doesn't want his pack.And she sure as hell doesn't want his pity.He falls to his knees, remorse all over his face."Evelyn, I love you. Can we get back together?"She scoffs,"Alpha Calvin, the cheater, you're not so sweet anymore."Her twin sons drop to their knees,"Mom, we only want you!"Evelyn waves them off,"No thanks, I already have an adorable daughter now." 


During the time I don't have a single cent under my name, I've received three missions to win over the hearts of three respective targets.
The first target is a rising star in the business world.
The second target is a genius doctor.
The third target is a famous lawyer.
Based on how busy these three targets are, it's a walk in the park for me to woo all of them as long as I can manage my time properly.
But I've completely forgotten about the fact that all three targets have their own first loves.
In the morning, the first target's childhood sweetheart accuses me of stealing her bracelet. So, the first target forces me to kneel for the whole night as a form of punishment.
In the afternoon, the second target's first love demands that I donate my organs to her. Even the second target tells me that the reason he allows me to approach him is so that I can serve as his first love's organ donor.
At night, the third target's best female friend takes my nudes and spreads salacious gossip about me. But the third target tells me to be more gracious, and that his friend is just joking around.
I seriously can't endure getting tortured 24 hours a day, so I tell the system that I want to give up and go home.
The system just replies, "Giving up is so easy! All you have to do is die in this world."
Naturally, I take its advice.
But why is it that all three targets suddenly lose control of themselves once I'm gone? 

In every fairytale story, fate always brings the prince charming and his pretty damsel together, ending with true love.
But mine was the exact opposite.
It was a dark and disgusting tale that would make the world turn its backs on me, even more so than already. It was a tale that couldn’t be retold to any innocent little girl.
For, in my own story, I had drugged my prince charming with a love potion and I had no idea when or how soon it would it would wear off.
Keagan had never been interested in me. Hell, I had no doubt he didn’t know that I existed. After all, who would be interested in a lowly omega maid like me, the weakest in rank? Definitely not my Alpha.
Our love was fake, as plastic as it got and only I knew it. Living with the guilt of my actions wasn’t enough, right? When it all blew up in my face, My Alpha had to bring in a new woman who he claimed to be in love with. And I had to accept it.
But a life as an Unloved Luna definitely beats one as a washed-up, raped, and abused Omega…right? 