One Wrong Night with the Ice God

I thought being mated to the powerful Alpha Kaleb was a miracle for a wolfless girl like me. Until I accidentally heard his true thoughts through our fractured mate bond. He told his Beta that marrying me was just a tactic to make his childhood sweetheart, Cynthia, jealous. To him, I was nothing but a compliant placeholder. He publicly praised Cynthia at the pack banquet, gifting her the luxury scarf I thought was meant for me. When his sister caused a severe car crash, his family demanded I use my personal trust fund to illegally pay off the human victim. When I refused to be their ATM, Kaleb cornered me in a public parking lot. With Cynthia standing right beside him, he screamed that I was a burden and loudly wished I was more like her. Later that night, drunk and reeking of Cynthia's perfume, he broke into my apartment to force a pup on me just to secure his Alpha bloodline. For four years, I endured his coldness and his family's abuse, believing my lack of a wolf made me unworthy of love. I never understood how my Alpha could treat a spilled coffee stain on his mistress's dress with more tenderness than my bleeding heart. But I am not just a weak, wolfless Luna. I am Dr. Alexa Gibson, a top-tier scientist with my own empire. Smashing a glass lamp over his arm to break his grip, I looked into his shocked eyes. "I, Alexa Gibson, am ready to accept your rejection." Rolling my suitcase out the door, I decided it was time to reclaim my true life.

Isadora was happily pregnant with triplets, resting in a VIP clinic while waiting for her billionaire husband, Julian. Then, a text shattered her perfect life: a photo of another woman's lingerie scattered across Julian's hotel bed. When she frantically called him, he didn't deny the affair. "That baby has become a complication. Get rid of it," Julian ordered coldly, his mistress's laughter echoing in the background. The brutal betrayal sent Isadora into immediate, agonizing premature labor. She flatlined on the operating table, her body giving out from the sheer trauma. Though she miraculously delivered the triplets, a corrupt nurse used the chaos to secretly swap her third son with a stillborn infant. Isadora woke up to a living hell, her marriage destroyed and her youngest child pronounced dead. Six years later, hiding in London, fate dealt her another cruel hand. Her surviving son, Leo, was dying, and the only medical cure was cord blood from a new sibling sired by his biological father. How could she possibly return to the monster who had treated her children like disposable garbage? But as she watched Leo's frail chest rise and fall on life support, her suffocating grief hardened into diamond-sharp resolve. Shedding the skin of a broken mother, Isadora put on a tailored power suit and booked a one-way flight to New York. To save her son, she would drug her ruthless ex-husband, steal his DNA, and burn his entire empire to the ground.

For five years, I was the perfect billionaire's wife, sacrificing my career to manage Euan's life and his family's foundation. Then I woke up drugged in a hotel bed with a naked stranger, right as my husband kicked down the door. It was a lethal trap set by Aleah, his precious ward who wanted my place. But Euan didn't believe I was framed. He looked at me with pure disgust, dragged me back to our penthouse, and brutally assaulted me in our own bed. He scrubbed my skin raw in a freezing shower, convinced he was erasing another man's touch, punishing me for a betrayal that never happened. "You whore." Five years of my unwavering loyalty were erased by a single lie. He didn't even try to investigate; he chose to destroy me just to protect his fragile ego and his innocent little ward. I was left bruised, violated, and completely shattered. But I didn't break down and beg like they expected. I packed the ironclad prenup that leaves me with absolutely nothing, dropped the signed divorce papers in front of his powerful grandfather, and walked away. He thought he broke me, but now, I am going to take back everything he took from me.

I was only fifteen when my venomous family orchestrated my doom by forcing me into an arranged marriage with mafia heir Javier Velasquez. On our wedding night, Javier paraded strippers into our suite to show his absolute contempt, turning me into the ultimate joke of the underworld overnight. But being a joke was a luxury compared to what came next. Three years later, Javier needed to be a widower to marry into a heavily armed family and secure their backing for a coup. He didn't grant me the mercy of a bullet. Instead, he dragged me to an abandoned underground safehouse, locked me in the damp, rotting dark, and told the world I had been assassinated. For six months, I starved in that dungeon, surviving only on the desperate hope that my family was safe. Then, on the day of his lavish new wedding, a cruel maid kicked a plate of spoiled food onto my floor and delivered the final, fatal blow. "Annabel is dead. Pined away and died of a broken heart two weeks ago." My gentle mother was dead, all because she actually believed his lie about my tragic murder. Driven by pure agony and an all-consuming hatred, I shattered crates of smuggled chemical solvents and struck a match, letting the roaring inferno turn their bloody wedding into my funeral pyre. I thought the fire was the end. But when I opened my eyes, the suffocating smoke vanished, replaced by the biting chill of a Long Island winter. I was standing in the snow, back on the exact day my descent into hell began. This time, the terrified girl was dead, and I would use their own ruthless rules to tear their empire apart.

Adriana Guzman spent two agonizing days tearing through the freezing fog of the woods, searching for her missing five-year-old daughter. She finally found little Pippa curled up under a massive oak tree, her tiny body frozen solid and lifeless. Trembling, Adriana called her husband, Everette. Instead of panic, she heard the soft voice of his mistress in the background. "You think telling me my daughter is dead will make me book a flight home?" He laughed, accusing her of faking the tragedy for attention. When Adriana woke up in the hospital, Everette finally arrived, bringing his mistress with him. He shielded the other woman from Adriana's grief, threw a checkbook at her, and demanded she name her price to sign the divorce papers. He only believed the truth when the midday news broadcasted the discovery of Pippa's body. Exhausted and utterly broken by his cruelty, Adriana swallowed a hidden bottle of sleeping pills. As the darkness pulled her under, she felt a suffocating sense of injustice. Why had she wasted her life begging for a cold man's affection? Why did her innocent daughter have to die alone in the freezing mud while he drank champagne? But the end never came. Adriana opened her eyes to find herself twenty-one again, standing in a luxury hotel room as a younger Everette walked out of the shower to propose. This time, she smashed a crystal vase, pressed a jagged shard to her own bleeding throat, and looked him dead in the eye. "I would rather die right here than ever marry you."

For five years, my celebrated surgeon husband was my hero, my devoted caregiver through a brutal battle with cancer. I thought our love was a blessing. Then a different hospital revealed the truth: I was perfectly healthy. I overheard him confess to his assistant, Brianna. My illness, the dozens of surgeries, the constant pain-it was all a monstrous, calculated lie. They had kept me sick to keep me dependent. They even performed an unnecessary hysterectomy, stealing my ability to have children as a twisted "compensation" for his mistress's obsession. His final betrayal was bringing a pregnant Brianna into our home, expecting me to raise their child. He truly believed I was so broken I would just accept it. But he made one mistake. He forgot the love letter he signed before our wedding, a promise that if he ever betrayed me, I would be free. When he sent me to the market for his mistress, I walked out of that gilded cage and never looked back.