Obsessive Kiss: Love Is Consuming Me

In my past life, I was treated like a mentally defective piece of trash by my family and forced to marry the paralyzed, ruthless billionaire, Charlton Moreno. I thought he would despise me, but when the yacht exploded, this terrifying man threw his massive body over mine. His blood soaked into my clothes as the blast tore us apart. Before I died, the cruel truth finally came to light. My family had been slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin for years, turning his legs into dead weight. They only used me as a filthy pawn to humiliate his bloodline and steal his fortune. And when I was no longer useful, I was stripped of everything and left to die in the gutter. Why did he protect a broken, uninvited stranger like me? Why did I let those greedy traitors destroy the only person who ever truly made me feel safe? Opening my eyes again, I was back on the day my family shoved me, wearing a torn wedding dress, into the freezing foyer of the Moreno estate. "This is what you bring us? A mental defective?" I kept my head down, hiding the cold, calculating hatred in my eyes, and let my facial muscles go completely slack. This time, I will play the perfect idiot, I will cure his legs, and I will take back everything.

Erin drove her rust-spotted pickup to her childhood home, dragging a heavy chainsaw to the front porch. She cut straight through the expensive oak door, stepping into the living room to demand her late mother's ashes and belongings. But her stepfather, Cletus, and his new wife, Brenda-the woman who married him just a week after the funeral-refused to hand them over. Instead, they saw a twisted opportunity to save their precious daughter, Tiffany. They demanded Erin take Tiffany's place in an arranged marriage to the Floyd family's dying heir. If Erin married the terminally ill man, they promised a million-dollar trust fund and the return of her mother's ashes. If she refused, they would throw the ashes into the county landfill. They sneered at her faded jeans and the scars they had given her, assuming this feral, abused girl would easily fold under the threat of losing her mother's memory. They even planned to secretly pocket the two hundred thousand dollar cash bridal settlement for themselves, leaving Erin to become a doomed, grieving widow. How could they be so brazenly cruel, using a dead woman's remains to sell off a daughter they had tormented for years? But they severely underestimated the monster they had created. Erin didn't cry or break down. "I want one hundred thousand dollars in cash before I leave, or the marriage is off." With a blackmail video of Tiffany secured on her phone and a briefcase full of extorted cash in hand, Erin packed her bags for the Floyd estate. She was going to play the perfect bride, and then she was going to destroy them all.

Arlene was bound to a hellish three-year contract marriage to save her family from total ruin. Just as the contract was about to expire, she received a terminal brain cancer diagnosis and found out she was six weeks pregnant. To protect the tiny life inside her, she refused all treatment, leaving her with only three months to live. When she tried to escape, her billionaire husband, Harrison, caught her. He dragged her back, brutally assaulted her, and forced her into the freezing cold to kneel at his father's grave. Even when she suffered a threatened miscarriage, bleeding and begging in agony, he showed no mercy. He simply left her alone in the dark and went straight to a hotel with his celebrity mistress. For three years, she had endured his relentless revenge and his public declaration that he would rather his bloodline die than have a child with her. She was nothing but a prisoner in a gilded cage, waiting for a death sentence he didn't even know about. But when Harrison shamelessly summoned her to act as the doting wife and clean up his cheating scandal, the old Arlene died. She didn't cry or beg. Instead, she blackmailed him and his mistress for millions in untraceable crypto. "I'm saving up for my coffin fund." Looking him dead in the eye, she calmly pocketed the extortion money, ready to play her final, ruthless game before her three-month clock ran out.

Elliana and her six-year-old daughter Clara were trapped in a horrific, bloody car crash. A private medical helicopter bearing her husband's family crest touched down on the wet asphalt, but the paramedics ran straight past her crushed SUV. They rushed to the sleek sports car that had rear-ended them. Sitting inside were her husband Devontae's mistress and her daughter, suffering from nothing more than a minor scratch and a panic attack. Trapped under twisted metal, Elliana dialed her husband's number with bloody fingers, begging him to save their dying child. "Stop being so dramatic, Elliana," Devontae snapped impatiently over the phone. "I am sick of you using Clara to play the victim. Kyle needs to get to the hospital immediately." He hung up, and the helicopter lifted off into the night sky, leaving Elliana and Clara in the absolute dark. Elliana watched her daughter's tiny hand drop lifelessly. In absolute despair and suffocating hatred, she dropped a lighter into the pooled gasoline, letting a wall of fire consume them both. As the flames blistered her skin, she felt a profound, agonizing injustice. She had hidden her brilliant talents and played the submissive, perfect wife just to protect his fragile ego, but her endless sacrifices had only bought them a fiery grave. Why did her devotion end with her child bleeding to death in the cold rain while the mistress flew away to safety? Opening her eyes, Elliana violently gasped for air in her massive velvet bed. She stared at the glowing date on her phone screen. It was exactly six months before the crash. The phantom pain in her crushed legs reminded her of the hell she had just crawled back from. She got out of bed, her eyes as cold and sharp as broken glass. This time, she would send them all to hell first.

I was supposed to marry Aaron, the future Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, and finally have my fairy tale. But right before our Unity Celebration, I caught him buried between my stepsister's legs in our bridal suite. When I refused to bind my soul to his at the altar and exposed his betrayal, my world completely shattered. My own mother called me a crazy, wolfless bitch and disowned me on the spot for ruining a political alliance. Aaron publicly humiliated me, screaming that as a wolfless Omega, I should have been on my knees thanking him for the chance to be his breeding mare. Driven to absolute despair by the betrayal of everyone I trusted, I tried to jump off a freezing roof. But a pair of strong arms pulled me back from the edge. In the dark, a stranger consumed my grief, wrapping me in a terrifyingly dominant scent of cedar and leather, making me feel an intoxicating mate bond I thought I was incapable of having. I thought it was just a desperate, one-night mistake to make me forget. But the next morning, when I went to the Blackwood estate to return Aaron's gifts and leave as a Rogue, a suffocating aura filled the room. The man who stepped between me and my furious ex-fiancé, the man whose marks were currently hidden beneath my clothes, stared at me with glowing golden eyes. "Get your hands off her." He was Kaelon Blackwood. The supreme Alpha King. Aaron's father. And he had just locked the door, declaring that I belonged to him.

My mate, Alpha Kaelen, refused to complete our sacred bond. Haunted by his mother's death in childbirth, he brought in a surrogate to produce an heir, and I accepted it for the good of the pack. Then I overheard him planning a secret bonding ceremony—not with me, but with her. He told me he loved me, but it was her face he saw when he held me. He'd lie about rogue attacks just to spend nights at her cottage. At the annual gala, an ice sculpture shattered. He ran right past me as I bled on the floor to save the surrogate from a twisted ankle. He then used a forbidden life-force transfer to heal her tiny scrape, nearly killing himself in the process, while the pack healer told me my own deep cut could wait. He believed his betrayal was meant to protect me, that my love for him was so absolute I would simply understand. As he lay unconscious from the ritual, I walked into the Elder's council hall and submitted my application to perform the Ritual of Severance, a ceremony to permanently break our bond and erase me from his life.