At twenty-nine, in my mom's eyes, I'm basically approaching menopause, so she's urging me to find a boyfriend.
At twenty-nine, in my mom's eyes, I'm basically approaching menopause, so she's urging me to find a boyfriend.
My name was Eva Quinn. At twenty-nine, my mom thought it was late for me to still be single and kept urging me to find a match. Working as a teacher, I mostly dealt with students and their parents. Occasionally, I met someone decent-looking, but they were either underage or already a dad. Dating a minor was illegal, and dating a dad felt wrong, so here I was, single at twenty-nine.
A friend recommended a popular dating app, claiming a 90% success rate. I downloaded it with expectation, only to find that 90% of it was scams.
Just as I was about to delete it in disappointment, a guy with a Pikachu avatar added me. After a brief chat, I learned his details.
Wesley Gibson, twenty years old, a minor internet celebrity. He looked decent in photos, the type like Timothée Chalamet. I asked what made him interested in me. "Because I don't want to work hard, and a queen with great wealth is quite appealing," he replied.
His earnest talk about being a gigolo was surprisingly charming.
After five years in education system, I could afford to keep a "boy toy" like him, and I was quite satisfied with his looks.
I told him, "If you want me to look after you, I need to make sure you are good as the photo. As long as you fit my standard, money's not a problem."
After we agreed, I booked a suite at a five-star hotel for the evening. When I arrived, he had already showered and was sitting on the bed like a bashful newlywed.
I must admit, his barely concealed chest and abs made my appetite soar, and the urge to take a bite arose.
His hair was still wet from the shower, droplets trickling down his shoulders, chest, and further down. My eyes followed the trail to where the towel covered.
When he saw me, he smiled with dimples, looking utterly adorable.
"Why don't you shower first?" he suggested.
When I came out wrapped in a towel, his ears turned red inch by inch.
"Don't be shy, little cupcake. From now on, you'll be my doll. Remember, I am and will be your queen forever."
That night, he cried half the night, and I was exhausted too.
I wanted to be gentle, but when I turned to see him sleeping so cutely, I thought, "The quality sure is something else when you've paid for it."
To reward him, the next day I went to a luxury department store and bought him a bunch of gifts. I waited downstairs at his office to surprise him after work, only to see him with a girl with straight black hair and bangs. It seemed like there was something going on, so I leaned against my car to watch the drama unfold.
"Wesley, I really like you. Tell me what you want, I'll see what I can do," the girl pleaded.
"Sorry, Marissa, I really don't feel anything for you. Do you even know what love is? There's no relationship of romance between us," he replied.
"How can you say that? I like you, and whether you like me or not is just a matter of time. There will absolutely be love between us," she insisted.
Wesley rolled his eyes at her persistence. When she ran over to hug him, crying her heart out, he awkwardly turned her head away.
Our eyes met, and he looked at me like he'd found a lifeline. He pushed the girl away and ran towards me, jumping into the car and breathlessly saying, "Your grace, drive!"
With a press of the gas pedal, my McLaren sped off, leaving the girl's figure fading in the rearview mirror. I teased, "Seems like you've broken a few hearts. Last night you were pretending shy like a virgin."
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Everyone in town knew Amelia had chased Jaxton for years, even etching his initials on her skin. When malicious rumors swarmed, he merely straightened his cuff links and ordered her to kneel before the woman he truly loved. Seething with realization, she slammed her engagement ring down on his desk and walked away. Not long after, she whispered "I do" to a billionaire, their wedding post crashing every feed. Panic cracked Jaxton. "She's using you to spite me," he spat. The billionaire just smiled. "Being her sword is my honor."
Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"
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."
She came to survive. He was born to rule. Fate made them mates. And that's where the nightmare began. Evangeline has spent her whole life on the edge, unwanted, unclaimed, and surviving in the shadows of Crescent Moon Pack. A omega by blood and an outcast by choice, she's learned to keep her head down and her scars hidden. But when her dying uncle asks her to enroll at Blackclaw Academy, a school built on bloodlines, brutality, and unforgiving rules..... she agrees. For him, not for herself. She expected whispers. Glares. Even cruelty. What she didn't expect was Ronan Nightbane. The future Alpha. Cold. Untouchable. Worshipped. Feared. And the one the Moon Goddess bound her soul to. Being his mate should've meant protection. Belonging. Destiny. But Ronan wants none of it. He rejects her in front of the entire academy. Mocks her. Marks her as nothing more than a mistake. A threat. A girl born of nothing, who means even less. But Evangeline? She doesn't break. Not for him. Not for anyone. Because the power buried inside her was never meant to be found. The truth behind her blood could burn the entire pack system to the ground. And Ronan, no matter how hard he fights it.... can't stay away. Their bond is poisonous. Addictive. Dangerous. And when war creeps closer and secrets claw their way into the light, he'll have to make a brutal choice: Reject her... or ruin them both.
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother’s pregnant mistress’s feet, I knew my marriage was over. He moved her into our home under the guise of “family duty,” forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows. The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother’s priceless necklace. When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her. He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don—an act of war. I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother’s grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family. Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
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