After the Godfather Killed His Heir, I Took Back the Empire“You want a divorce?” my husband laughed. “Bring Anthony here and make him tell me.”
Three days earlier, he had left our ten-year-old son alone in enemy territory to rush to his pregnant mistress.
“Find a cab,” he’d told him. “If you can’t get to school alone, you’re not ready to inherit this family.”
Now he was demanding that I bring Anthony to his gala.
“I’m announcing him as my heir.”
He still thought Anthony was sulking over a missed exam.
I looked down at our son’s ashes, numb with grief and too exhausted to cry.
“I’ll bring him,” I said.The Betrayed Goddess: From Banished Mistress to OlympusI hid my identity as Aphrodite, goddess of love, to spend three years as a fisherman’s wife.
Then I became pregnant—and he announced he was marrying a princess.
“She’s a princess. What are you?” Adrian asked. “A fishing village woman?”
That evening, he brought my favorite pastries.
“Eat. The baby’s hungry too.”
I took a bite.
Then he told me the princess might be pregnant.
“Her child has to be my firstborn.”
Pain twisted through my belly. I looked down at the half-eaten pastry.
“Adrian… what did you put in this?”Reborn, I Became His RegretIn her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him.
By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door.
Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage.
For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her.
Then Vivian returned with his child.
Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too.
Adrian ordered her to have an abortion.
She died on the operating table.
When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night.
This time, she did not enter Room 1908.
She sent the room number to Vivian instead.Stop Pleasing Him, Marry His RivalAfter the car crash wiped my memory, I forgot the fiancé I'd been with for five years.
He decided it was a stunt — that I was fighting for his attention. So he stood over my hospital bed with his new girlfriend on his arm and sneered, "Drop the act. You couldn't leave me if you tried."
He was sure I'd come crawling back like always. What he didn't know was that my brain had already deleted every ounce of love I'd ever felt for him.
So while he was still taunting me, I picked up my phone and called the one man he was actually afraid of.
"Mr. Frost. Is our marriage proposal still on the table?"Becoming My Best Friend's Alpha Father's Private PropertyOutside, my best friend was sobbing, begging her powerful Alpha father to save my life.
She had no idea that behind the locked door, the Pack Alpha she worshipped wasn't healing me. He was spreading my legs.
"Your inner wolf is broken," he growled, his hot breath brushing my neck. "Only my Alpha essence can fix you."
The doorknob rattled frantically as she cried my name. At that exact second, he thrust brutally deep inside me.
Pleasure and sick shame tore a whimper from my throat, but his massive hand clamped over my mouth, swallowing the sound. Sinking his teeth into my scent gland, he dropped his voice into a dark, feral whisper:
"Shh... take it all. You wouldn't want your best friend to find out what her daddy is doing to you right now, would you?"While My Best Friend Slept, Taken by Her BoyfriendOn a business trip, the hotel only had one king bed left.
Cora ends up sharing it with her best friend, Margot, and Margot's boyfriend, Reid. She's already asleep when something wakes her. She doesn't move or make a sound. She keeps her eyes shut and pretends she's still out.
Reid knows she's awake.
He waits until Margot is out cold, then tests her, then pushes further, inch by inch. She never says a word. By the time it's over, he's taken her completely, right next to her best friend.
Cora fights it in her head, but her body doesn't listen. The guilt hits the second it's over, and she wants to disappear and never look back. But some nights don't let you walk away. Once they happen, they stay.He Trained on Me for His Mafia PrincessDante Marcelli taught me pain, obedience, and how to please him.
For three years, he made me believe it was love.
Then I heard him tell his right-hand man the truth.
"Ava was practice. Isabella will get the finished man."
So that was all I had been. A lesson. A test. A quiet woman he trained before he married a real mafia princess.
I did not cry. I did not ask for an answer. I took off his bracelet, joined an emergency field team, and vanished from New York.
Dante never knew Ava Lane was only a name I used to hide.
My real name was Aviana Moretti.
The lost heir of the Moretti family.
The Ghost Surgeon.
The woman the underworld called when a bullet had already reached the heart.
When I returned to New York, I was no longer the Ava who waited for him.
I was Aviana Moretti.The Perfect Husband's Deception“It’s just a baby,” Tristan told the doctor.
“We’ll tell Rose it was stillborn. Vivienne can raise it.”
I stood outside the exam room, seven months pregnant, listening to my husband decide who deserved my child.
Then he said, “If one of us has to hurt, it won’t be Vivienne.”
