Aria duskwood

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."

"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?

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.

"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.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire. But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice. "The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more." Kayla's blood turned to ice. "She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition." The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log. Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged? Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down.

I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash. To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars. I thought it was a clean transaction. But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty. He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me. My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire. Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner. "Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly. His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand. "Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler." They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog. I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain. As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth. But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood. "She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison." They murdered my parents. I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call. Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

I stood in the pouring rain at my father-in-law's funeral, the heels of my black pumps sinking into the mud. I was Mrs. Vargas, the wife of New York's most powerful billionaire, yet I was standing at the edge of the crowd like a forgotten statue. Ten feet away, under the dry shelter of the family tent, my husband Hayes held another woman against his chest. It wasn't me he was whispering comfort to; it was Felicity, his late brother's widow and childhood sweetheart. The humiliation didn't end at the cemetery. Hayes moved Felicity and her son into our home, relegating me to the guest wing while she took over the primary suites. He watched silently as her son smashed the only photograph of my deceased parents, then demanded I apologize for "scaring" the boy with my reaction. When Felicity's negligence ruined a twelve-million-dollar family heirloom, Hayes had the audacity to ask me to use my own savings to buy her a "consolation" engagement ring. He treated me like a parasite, never realizing I was a brilliant scientist with a hidden fortune and three patents to my name. I realized then that our three-year marriage was a hollow farce. Hayes had never even touched me, claiming he wanted to "remain pure" for his memory of Felicity. I was nothing more than a business merger, a smudge on the lens of the perfect family portrait he was building with another man's widow. The breaking point came during a lethal blizzard. Hayes promised to accompany me to my family's mandatory gala-a tradition where my absence meant a death sentence. But at the last second, he stood me up to stay home and tend to Felicity's stubbed toe. Left alone to face the wrath of the Santos Matriarch, I was forced to kneel in the freezing snow as punishment until my lungs began to fail and my vision blurred. Just as the darkness started to take me, a black Maybach smashed through the iron gates. My exiled brother, the man the world calls "The Wolf," stepped out of the storm to reclaim what Hayes had discarded. Hayes thought I was a helpless doll who couldn't survive a day without his trust fund, but he's about to find out what happens when you let a Santos daughter freeze.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.