Aria duskwood

"I hate you!" I sneered as I wiped a stubborn tear that slipped past my eyes. "I am glad we are on the same page" he smirked. I wanted him to feel pain. Excruciating pain I clenched my teeth " I promise you, I will get back at you". He looked me up and down and snorted. " You are poor, your anger can't even get you food to eat" I swallowed as I fought back tears. Andre Luster will pay for making me cry. I will make sure of it, even if it's the last thing I do before I die. *** Lisa Kay is the daughter of the richest man in Denmark. She is a runaway heiress who went to find love. She got married to her college sweetheart , who is also a billionaire. She didn't see the need to tell him her true identity until he stepped on her tail. She has sworn to deal with him but to do that, she has to marry the one man, who is her father's sworn enemy and rival in business.

"Whether you like it or not, sister, you're getting married to the Alpha of the Silverclaw Coven at first light." Those words shatter the fragile peace Rosa has clung to for four years... *********************************************** For four years, Rosa has been a prisoner in her own home, confined to a single room by her evil brother, Lance, after a tragedy shattered their family. The world outside has become a distant memory, replaced by the growing darkness within her. But on the eve of a forced marriage ceremony, everything changes. Attracted by a scent he has never experienced before, Caspian , a vicious Alpha who has spent years looking for his mate, arrives at the palace. He senses Rosa's presence as a wolf distinguished by her wild erratic strength. For Caspian, Rosa's eyes represent a weapon, a prize and a mate unlike any other, while for others they represent madness. He declares his intention to claim her disregarding the warnings and whispers starting a series of events that will bring them both to ruin. In an effort to break his sister's disturbing powers and establish a relationship with his pack and Alpha Caspian, Lance quickly hands her over to him, ensuring her demise. But Rosa wont play the role. She tries a risky escape because she is so desperate to be free but Caspian pursues her relentlessly. Captured and constrained by obligation she is compelled to enter into a marriage that is unlikely to be typical. Will Rosa give in to the darkness that threatens to devour her or will she manage to use her abilities and escape Caspians hold? And what exactly is Alpha Caspian pursuing-power, a weapon or something much more sinister?

They said she was lucky to have married him. He had wealth, charm, a name with legacy and other women warming his bed. She was "just" a scholarship girl with a gentle voice and no background. So when Liana Davids divorced and parted from Dominic Smith, the world snickered. "She'll be back in no time," they taunted. "He's irreplaceable." Even Dominic smiled, betting on her return to his board of directors. But Liana never came back. Liana didn't just disappear, when she returned, she came back like a ghost. A masked tech mogul, business guru and a headline queen. The wife they discarded returned as the woman no one could touch. Now, whispers say she's looking for a father figure for her daughter. Powerful men line up, begging for a taste of the empire she built. But Dominic thinks he is not through yet. He corners her, seething: "Your baby is mine, isn't it?" She lifts her head, eyes colder than frost. "That's none of your business. Now step aside, ex-husband before I bury you."

I am ANNABEL DRAKE, a woman who has spent her entire life in the shadows of others. A forgotten girl child, and also an underestimated employee, in fact I am everything you can think of because I have been through a lot . It started after my father was imprisoned for a crime he didn't commit. My family lost everything: our fortune, our home, and most painfully, our dignity. My mother fell ill under the weight of disgrace, and I became the sole provider, fighting every day just to keep us alive. When an unexpected job opportunity lands in my lap, I see it as an opening way out of poverty and struggle. Working as an executive assistant for Carson Clair, the almighty billionaire CEO of Sonclair Enterprises, isn't easy. He's rude, and unnecessarily leading over everyone in a bad manner, and I can tell you unapologetically that he's everything I despise in a man. But the paycheck is good, and I need it. Then, the unimaginable happens after a few months. Carson makes me an offer I can't refuse because it is such a juicy offer. It was a contract marriage. He needs a wife to secure a billion-dollar deal, and in exchange, he promises to clear my father's name, pay off my mother's medical bills, and set me up for life. It sounds like a dream... until I realize I'm falling for him. Just as I start to believe that maybe, just maybe, this arrangement could turn into something real, my world shatters again. I discovered a secret which was actually the truth and it changed everything. Carson isn't who I thought he was. And neither is the man I've been secretly confiding in... Fred Mark. One is lying. The other is using me. But the worst part? I don't know which one. And by the time I figure it out, it might already be too late.

Chloe Anderson nicknamed "The Mute Bartender" is a silent girl with steel in her spine, ice in her gaze, and a resolve to save her sick brother and escape the life that has held her captive. What she doesn't know is that she was born into something much bigger, a legacy written in secrets, betrayal, and blood. Savio Revardez is careless, rich, and about to lose it all. When a chance meeting with Chloe turns into an obsession, he makes her an offer she can't resist; pretend to marry him, and he'll fund her future. She takes it, thinking she can handle the heat. But she hadn't expected the fire. Their fake love is messy, magnetic, and maddening. But just as Chloe starts to see the man behind the mask, a woman who is her twin appears in the spotlight. Cleo, had the same face, a darker history, and a necklace that's the same as hers. As secrets are revealed and identities converge, Chloe and Savio are thrust into a complicated battle of power, trauma, and redemption. Just when it looks like things can't get more complicated, the girl he had sex with that night, Trisha appears with vengeance and a courtroom. The truth hits like a storm; he thought it was Chloe that night. It wasn't. Everything now hangs in the balance. Reputation. Freedom. Family. Love. Three women. One man. A broken past. And a future to be rewritten. He thought he could call the shots.But the real story? He had little or no control.

Cherish being frustrated and troubled by the issues of her family, went for a lavish party and had a one night stand with Richard which resulted in her pregnancy. When she finds out she's pregnant, she ran to the father of her baby, Richard, he rejected her. Cast out by her prominent father, rejected and disowned. Cherish is forced to rely on the charity of a family friend, the Woods. The Woods' kindness came with a price. They mistreat her, and when her baby is born, they try to force her into a loveless marriage with a wealthy man. They did this because the wealthy man promised to give them a huge amount of money running in trillions if only he could have Cherish. They were into Human trafficking. Out of desperacy to escape, Cherish escapes and finds work as a maid in another wealthy household. However, her new life is filled with danger. One of her employer's son attempts to rape her and when she escapes, he accuses her of theft. In her quest for a job to take care of herself and her son, she got one and fell in love with her boss. When her boss found out she was crushing on him, he sacked her because he wouldn't want to have anything to do with a single mother With no one to trust, Cherish is forced to find a way around this treacherous world, fighting to protect herself and her child.

In a world where wealth and status reign supreme, Elara Mitchell, a passionate community artist in her late twenties, finds herself at odds with Johnson Park, a suave, thirty-something CEO of a prestigious art investment firm. When they are forced to work together on a charity art project, their initial rivalry ignites a complicated romance that challenges their boundaries, beliefs, and the expectations of society. As passion brews amid the clash of class, will love conquer all, or will the divide prove too great to bridge?

Leona has always lived in the shadows-an outcast omega with a hidden power in a world where powerful werewolves dwelt. When she is forced to make a choice between killing the notorious Alpha Zane, known for his ruthless reputation, and watching her sister die, she finds herself drawn into a web of danger and desire. Caught in a dangerous game between two powerful Alphas; Zane and Alpha Kane, Leona must navigate a treacherous path where alliances shift and trust is a rare commodity. With her sister's life hanging in the balance and her heart torn between duty and love, Leona must make an impossible choice. Will she follow the orders of her past, or will she seize the chance at a future filled with passion,

Fate brought them together. Savage instincts might tear them apart. In a world ruled by power and primal bonds, he is a ruthless Alpha, feared by all but tethered to none-until her. She is the spirited outsider who never expected to be thrust into a dangerous pack, let alone claimed by its most feared leader. As passion ignites and secrets unravel, their connection will test the limits of loyalty, love, and survival. Can they overcome the forces threatening.

Power is everything in this world; and for Selena Blackwood, it is the worst package of the pack, A timid and frail wolf condemned to rejection. Selena Blackwood, the she-wolf who is bound to a wretched mate, was rejected by her Alpha, Damian Silverclaw and ran away holding onto a secret that she vowed will bury with her. Years later, in an unexpected twist, she finds herself back to the pack's affairs when the foes turn out to be a pack of wolves and come to hunt down her son, whom she has been raising as a single mother without his father, who had no idea of their son's existence. But, this time, Selena is not the innocent wolf. This time, she is a guardian of a child and a wolf who knows how to fight back and where the battle is not only with the pack that denied her but also with a prophecy concerning the man who broke her heart.

The Wellington beef sat cold on the mahogany table, a graying monument to three years of wasted devotion. It was my birthday and our anniversary, but my husband, Hamilton McKee, didn't even look at the gift I’d spent months knitting. "Our marriage is a transaction," he said, his voice cutting like a scalpel. "Stop trying to make it a romance novel. I just need you to stop existing in my space for five minutes." Then his phone buzzed with a call from Cuba, the ex-girlfriend he never truly left. His cold mask shattered into frantic concern, a look he had never once given me. "I'm coming," he whispered to her, sprinting for the door without a backward glance at the wife he was leaving behind. I chased him into the freezing Boston night, only to be swarmed by predatory paparazzi. As Hamilton’s Maybach roared away, a heavy camera bag slammed into my shoulder. I slipped on the black ice, my skull hitting a granite gate pillar with a sickening crack. Warm blood trickled down my neck, and as the world tilted, the fog in my brain finally cleared. I wasn't the penniless orphan from Southie he thought I was. Images of sterile operating rooms, complex sutures, and a billion-dollar inheritance flooded back—along with the memory of the car wreck three years ago where I was the one who pulled Hamilton from the flames, not Cuba. How could I have spent three years begging for scraps of affection from a man who didn't even recognize his own savior? Why did I let a fraud steal my life while I played the role of a submissive shadow? When I woke up in the hospital, the trembling girl was gone. I ripped the IV from my arm and stared at the man who had come back only to demand I stay out of his way. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply handed him a piece of paper with one word written in the sharp, confident script of a woman who owned half the city: DIVORCE. "Sign it, Hamilton," I said, my voice like ice. "Because by tomorrow, I’m not just leaving you—I’m taking the McKee empire with me."

The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend. I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken. As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut. My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath. I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart. How could the person I loved turn my life into a private slaughterhouse based on a lie? After three years of hell, I walked out of those prison gates with nothing but a scarred body and a hollow soul. The woman who loved Alfredo Hendrix died in that cell. Now, I’m back in the city where it all began, and I’m done hiding.

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

For two years, Kailey lived as the invisible wife of billionaire Jack Velasquez, treated like a ghost in a mansion that felt like a beautiful cage. When Jack finally grew tired of her, he didn't even show up to say goodbye. He sent his cold-faced butler to hand her the divorce papers, kicking her out like trash. The entire East Coast high society mocked her, laughing at the "gold digger" who got dumped. Jack expected her to cling to his wealth, assuming she would eagerly take the fifty million dollar alimony. But shortly after the divorce, Jack's precious ward was diagnosed with an inoperable brain tumor. Desperate, Jack ordered his men to turn over every rock in the world to find "The Surgeon"—a legendary, untraceable medical genius. He had no idea that the mythical savior he was frantically searching for was the quiet, forgettable ex-wife he had just thrown away. When Jack finally stood before her in the hospital, he didn't apologize. Instead, he threatened to destroy her career if she failed the surgery, arrogantly calling her a greedy opportunist. "I will take your license, your reputation, and your precious new center, and I will burn them to the ground." Kailey didn't shed a single tear. She had already signed away his fifty million without taking a cent. She simply picked up her old surgical tools, put on her pristine white coat, and forced the arrogant billionaire to fund a nine-figure neuroscience center just to get her to the operating table.

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box. She was rescued from the rain by Devin Ayers, a ruthless billionaire, and rushed to a private hospital, but a deadly threat was already waiting for her. The ER doctor, Desiree Dillon, approached her with a syringe. Through a sudden burst of telepathy, Kenzie read the doctor's dark thoughts. Desiree wasn't trying to cure her fever. She deliberately ignored the safe dosage, drawing a lethal amount of Diazepam to permanently silence the crying baby and disguise it as sudden infant death. "This will make it all go away," Desiree smiled gently, the needle glinting as it moved inches from Kenzie's arm. Trapped in a weak, paralyzed three-month-old body, Kenzie couldn't run, fight, or even speak. She could only watch the poison inch closer. How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her. Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind. "Poison! She's trying to kill me!" Devin, who had been looking away, suddenly froze, his icy gray eyes locking onto the doctor's wrist.

I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart. But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage. When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway. He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop. At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me. They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond. When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue. "Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?" He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests. Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died. To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival. It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground.

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.

I secured the lifeline investment for my fiancé's company and went to his office to surprise him. Instead, I caught Preston sleeping with his top actress—the woman he publicly claimed as his stepsister. Through the cracked door, I heard him call me his "scarred, ugly bitch shield" to hide their sickening affair. I didn't cry. I hacked the live broadcast of the Star Awards and played their sex tape to two thousand people. But that night, drunk and reeling from the agonizing nerve pain in my facial scar, I stumbled into the wrong hotel penthouse. I was pinned down by a drugged billionaire, Josephus Hodges. The next morning, he left me a million-dollar check and a Plan B pill. When he later tracked me down to offer a cold, calculated fake marriage just to absorb Preston's ruined empire, I threw the contract at his chest and told him to go to hell. But when I got home and looked in the mirror, the chronic, burning torture in my scar was completely gone. His touch during that terrifying night had somehow cured the agony that had ruined my life. I had just declared war on the only man on earth who could heal me. Just then, my ruined ex-fiancé called, begging me to save him with a PR press conference. "I'll do it, but I control the venue." I booked it at Josephus's heavily guarded hotel. I was going to slaughter my ex on live television, and force the apex predator to look at me again.

My mother called me a defective product and insisted I marry Preston Finch, a man who treated our first date like a corporate merger. During our lunch, Preston demanded I clean his car like a servant, his arrogance snapping the last thread of my patience. I threw my iced coffee right into his lap, sending the cafe into a stunned silence as he screamed insults about my background and the cost of his designer pants. My mother didn't care about the abuse; she only cared that I had lost a "catch," calling me an embarrassment and threatening my future while my flower shop faced imminent foreclosure. Trapped by debt and my family’s relentless cruelty, I felt like a drowning woman with nowhere left to turn. Just as I hit rock bottom, Connor Powers—my brother's old roommate—stepped in, his icy gaze promising a brutal end to my misery. "Let's get married," he said, offering a cold, calculated contract that would shield me from my family forever. I signed the papers, unaware that I had just tethered my life to a man whose world was far more dangerous than I could have ever imagined.