She never intended to collide with the most dangerous bad boy at her school. Already trying to stay under the radar from those ruthless werewolves, she felt different from them. Born into the most powerful pack and carrying a royal bloodline, she knew she didn't belong. She couldn't shift like they did; despite not being an omega, she was the weakest of her kind. But her real struggle was that she was blind. That fateful day marked the beginning of her suffering. She had never dreamed of her mate, convinced he would reject her upon discovering her perceived uselessness. All she had was her wolf instincts, which helped her navigate the school, pretending to be normal. No one knew her secret-no one noticed her. Until that day...
Isabella.
That day was absolutely awful, a day I would never forget. It was last week when everything spiraled out of control in the corridor next to the lockers between me and the prince, Noah Black! Hamm. Dammit. Ever since that incident, I have been hiding away in my room, pretending to be sick. My parents, bless their hearts, didn't force me to go to school. I thought it might be easier to just stay hidden, but deep down, I knew I had to let it go and face my fears. After all, I was in my senior year, and I couldn't just forget everything because of the prince Noah. That dreadful day continued to replay in my mind, tormenting me endlessly. I tried to push the memories away, but they persistently clawed their way back to the surface. The confrontation with Noah had shaken me to my core, leaving me questioning everything I thought I knew about myself and my place in the world. I couldn't fathom how someone like him, destined to rule the kingdom of werewolves, could possibly be my mate. The very idea seemed preposterous, yet there was no denying the intense connection I had felt in that moment.
Since that day, I have been suffering from relentless nightmares. They haunt me every night, replaying the events over and over in my mind-the shock of colliding with Noah, the harshness of his words, and the overwhelming sense of humiliation that followed. I toss and turn, desperate for a moment of peace, but the memories refuse to release their grip on my subconscious. Each morning, I wake up exhausted, my heart heavy with the weight of the incident. I find myself questioning my own strength, wondering if I have the courage to face Noah and the rest of the school after what transpired. The nightmares serve as a constant reminder of my vulnerability, and I fear that I may never be able to escape their hold. But deep down, I know that I cannot allow this single event to define me. I must find a way to confront my fears and reclaim my sense of self, no matter how daunting the task may seem.
Flashback-
"What the fuck! Are you fucking blind, idiot?! Watch your fucking path!" He yelled at me, and my heart raced violently in my chest. I couldn't tell if I was feeling fear or nervousness, or if it was just him-his presence, his voice, his scent-that had such a profound effect on me. I stood there, frozen in place, as his words echoed in my mind. The intensity of his anger was palpable, and I found myself shrinking under the weight of his gaze. I wanted to apologize, to explain myself, but the words caught in my throat. I was paralyzed by the realization that this man, the one I had heard so much about, the infamous prince known for his ruthless demeanor, could possibly be my mate. The thought seemed impossible, yet the undeniable connection between us was impossible to ignore. My heart pounded furiously, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks as I struggled to comprehend the gravity of the situation.
No way! He can't be my mate! The guy I had heard so much about, known for being a total jerk?! Me and him together? But he was supposed to rule the kingdom of werewolves soon! The very idea seemed absurd, like a cruel twist of fate. I had always imagined my mate to be someone kind, compassionate, and understanding-qualities that Noah Black seemed to lack entirely. How could the universe have chosen him for me? I couldn't wrap my mind around it. The thought of being tied to someone so callous and unforgiving made my stomach churn with dread. I had heard the stories of his cruelty, his quick temper, and his disregard for others. He was the embodiment of everything I despised in the werewolf hierarchy, and yet, here I was, face-to-face with the possibility that he was my destined partner. It was a bitter pill to swallow, and I found myself desperately searching for any other explanation, any way to escape this terrible reality.
I was lost in my thoughts when suddenly, I felt a rough hand pushing me down hard to the floor. "Are you fucking ignoring me?! I'm the strongest alpha ever! Don't you know who I am? And why the hell do I feel so mad right now? Why are my heartbeats so loud and strong?" He shouted, his voice tinged with a deep growl that sent shivers down my spine. The force of his push sent me tumbling to the ground, my body colliding with the hard surface beneath me. Pain shot through my limbs, but it was nothing compared to the shame and humiliation that washed over me. I could feel the eyes of everyone in the hallway boring into me, their whispers and snickers echoing in my ears. I wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and escape this nightmare. But Noah's words kept me rooted in place, his anger and confusion mirroring my own. He seemed just as perplexed by the intensity of his emotions as I was, and I couldn't help but wonder if he, too, was grappling with the possibility of our connection. But his aggression and lack of empathy only served to deepen my fear and uncertainty.
I gulped nervously, trying to crawl on the floor in a desperate attempt to stand up, but my feet betrayed me. "Move your ass now from my way!" He shouted again in an authoritative tone that left no room for disobedience. My hands scrambled against the smooth surface, seeking purchase, but my legs remained uncooperative. I could feel the heat of Noah's gaze burning into my back as I struggled to right myself, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His words cut through me like a knife, the harshness of his tone leaving no doubt as to his disdain for me. I wanted to scream, to tell him that I was trying my best, that I couldn't control the way my body was reacting. But the words lodged in my throat, choked by the fear that gripped me. I had never felt so powerless, so utterly at the mercy of another person. And the fact that it was Noah, the man who could potentially be my mate, only made the situation that much more unbearable.
I cursed under my breath, feeling utterly humiliated. He hollered back, "What the hell did you just say?" His voice was like thunder, reverberating through the hallway and making me flinch. I couldn't believe that this was happening, that I was being subjected to such cruelty in front of my peers. I wanted to stand up for myself, to tell him off and put him in his place. But the words that came out of my mouth were barely audible, a feeble attempt at defiance. "I said I'm trying to get up. Just go." My voice trembled as I spoke, betraying the fear and vulnerability that consumed me. I hated myself for showing such weakness in front of him, for letting him see just how much his actions affected me. But I couldn't help it. The humiliation was too much to bear, and all I wanted was for him to leave me alone, to let me escape this horrible situation and never look back.
In an instant, he yanked me by my hair and slammed my back against the locker, forcing me to face him. "Look at me now," he commanded. But seriously? I couldn't! It felt impossible! I wanted to scream, but no sound escaped my lips. The pain that shot through my scalp as he gripped my hair was nothing compared to the terror that gripped my heart. I could feel the cold metal of the locker pressing into my back, the hard edges digging into my skin. His face was mere inches from mine, his breath hot against my cheek. I wanted to look away, to avert my gaze and escape the intensity of his stare. But I couldn't. It was as if his eyes had locked onto mine, holding me captive in their depths. I could see the anger and confusion swirling within them, the same emotions that I was grappling with myself. But there was something else there too, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. It was almost as if he was searching for answers, trying to understand the connection between us just as much as I was.
He huffed in annoyance and said, "You make me angry! My heart is- Why the fuck don't you look at me right now? Are you afraid?" His words were laced with frustration and something else, something that I couldn't quite identify. It was as if he was struggling to come to terms with his own emotions, just as I was. But his anger and aggression made it impossible for me to see past the surface, to understand what was truly going on inside his head. I could feel my own heart racing, pounding against my ribcage as if it were trying to escape. I wanted to tell him the truth, to confess my blindness and put an end to this nightmare. But the words caught in my throat, trapped by the fear that consumed me. I was terrified of what he would do, of how he would react if he knew the truth about me. So I did the only thing I could. I sealed my eyes shut and sighed deeply, "I'm blind!"
**End of flashback-**
Aria never wanted to marry Kael, the arrogant playboy her father forced her to accept as her fiancé. But Kael had his own twisted motives-he only wanted her because she was the one girl who refused him. When Aria rejected his demand to sleep with him a week before their wedding, Kael tried to take what he wanted by force. His drunken pursuit ended in tragedy when he was struck by a car, leaving Aria caught in the crossfire of blame. Zander, Kael's elder brother and the soon-to-be Alpha King, believed Aria was responsible for his brother's death-and promiscuous to boot. To prevent war between their packs, Zander agreed to marry her, but only for revenge. His plan? Ruin Aria's life for a year, then cast her aside and divorce her. But Zander's scheme begins to unravel when his ex-best friend Asher returns, determined to take Aria for himself. As secrets from the past resurface, Zander discovers betrayal, lies, and truths he never wanted to face. Was Aria truly guilty, or was she just another pawn in a deadly game of power and revenge? Asher laugh and say, "You're a fool; she never wanted to come. I told her you were with Lyra, so she came. And now I've achieved my goal: I ruined your marriage." Zander feel foolish, asking, "But why? I never did anything to you! You were my best friend. I should have killed you when you slept with my ex fiancée, Lyra!" Asher respond, "You knew I loved her, but you stole Lyra from me. She was my true mate, but she refused to marry me because you were soon to be the Alpha King! She never loved you. She loved me but wanted to be the queen of werewolves; that's all." Zander would realize how foolish he was. Yet, he still believed Aria wasn't innocent because she slept with his deceased brother before the wedding.
She spent eighteen years in an orphanage, but it was time to get out. According to the orphanage rules, once a child reaches legal age, they must depend on themselves. Celine didn't know what to do; luckily, she met her savior that day. If only she had known what she was getting herself into, she would never have gone with him. Celine found herself caught in a life of addiction, living in his house, where he was ready to sell her organs to get his fix. To save her life, she had to help him sell drugs. Her innocence became a liability. Soon, she found herself targeted by the king's men-kidnapped, bound, and tortured for selling drugs without their permission. But sometimes, what we fear the most might turn out to be the best for us. Celine found herself trapped in the king's palace, drowning in his love and married to him by force.
"Please, let me go," she begged, her eyes brimming with tears and her voice shaking with fear. Struggling to breathe, she felt trapped in his overwhelming embrace. He ignored her pleas, seemingly unaware of the pain he was causing, driven by jealousy that clouded his judgment. With all her strength, she pushed against him, desperate for even a moment of freedom. But he held her down, his voice low and threatening as he said, "No, I want you now." In that moment, everything changed for her. She was his younger brother's fiancée, and this encounter marked the beginning of a dark path. In an instant, her innocence was shattered, but she would eventually seek justice.
Two strangers-one destined to be the Alpha of the Green Hell Pack and the other the future female Alpha of the Bloody Pack-find themselves trapped in an arranged mating meant to unite their packs. Originally intended for their younger siblings, circumstances leave them with no choice but to accept the bond to save face. Life seems perfect until Julia's ex-boyfriend, Alpha Mark, refuses to let go, resorting to drastic measures to sabotage their union, including kidnapping her. With a possessive mate like Alpha Xander, Julia initially feels compelled to submit. Yet, as time passes, she begins to see him as her true mate. Just as love blossoms, it fades when Xander disappears, leaving behind a harsh letter that shatters their bond, claiming it was because she couldn't conceive. But did the possessive Alpha truly abandon his mate for that reason, or was he forced to take desperate measures to win her back?
He never imagined he would fall in love, especially not with the daughter of his enemy! She never imagined that writing an article about the enigmatic Tomas Charl could lead her into a world of danger. With a reputation as a wealthy businessman, he masked a far darker truth-he was the head of a mafia organization. Her intentions were pure, driven by a strong moral compass and the hope that love could change him. She envisioned a future where they could leave his criminal life behind, unaware that she was already entangled in his web. "How dare you enter my room without permission?" she stammered, disbelief washing over her as she instinctively shielded herself. He closed the door and locked it, the click echoing ominously. Stepping closer, he invaded her personal space, the rhythm of her racing heart palpable in the silence. With a predatory whisper, he leaned in, "I can do as I please. This is my house, and everything in it, including you, is mine." He captured her lips in a forceful kiss, leaving her breathless and confused.
He's a ruthless mafia kingpin. She's a married woman with a secret. Jason Dawson, a man who thrives on power and control, finds himself unexpectedly drawn to Sarah, a woman he meets at a hotel bar. Their one-night stand turns into a dangerous game of cat and mouse as Jason, fueled by a thirst for revenge, becomes obsessed with making Sarah his mistress. Can Sarah escape the clutches of a man who will stop at nothing to have her? Or will she become the Mafia's married mistress? One night. One mistake. One dangerous obsession.
"Then let's get a divorce!" With courage, Leora left her husband's house, after being accused of poisoning his mistress. Her in-laws and sister-in-law had planned various ways to kick her out of Peter's house and in the end Leora gave in. However, no one expected that things would turn 180 degrees after the divorce. When everyone who had hurt her was happy with each other's lies, Leora returned. This time, she was no longer the poor orphan girl from the orphanage. She has changed and not only that, she also carries a big secret that will make everyone turn to worship her feet.
Eight years ago, she thought he was a Money Boy at the club, and accidentally had a one-night stand with him because she was framed by her stepsister. Is $100 enough to buy a Money Boy for one night? The next morning, she casually dropped $100 and ran away. Eight years later, she returned with her genius son. Little did she expect to be "deceived" into the Noblefull Group by her beloved son. Her immediate boss turned out to be Mr. $100 from eight years ago! ... "Bad girl, how dare you humiliate me eight years ago, this time you will pay the price!" "Bad girl, one billion dollars, I buy your whole life!" "I just want to be a secretary. You already have several lovers. You are not my type." "But, I only have feelings for you, only love you." However, their relationship was not smooth. Due to a property dispute, his brother deliberately caused a car accident in an attempt to kill her and their son. Due to past grievances of the previous generation, his father held deep hatred towards him and sent assassins to kill them. There were also plots and attempts on their lives orchestrated by his girlfriend. On top of that, they faced oppression from rival factions of the mafia... This is a romantic novel about a billionaire and his secretary, involving several generations of love, hatred, and complicated relationships, and also involving the mafia, revenge...
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Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..." But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
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!"