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Savannah Carlisle was marrying a billionaire heir for security, or so she thought. Yet on her wedding night, she finds herself waking next to the wrong twin - and her signature is already tied to the Pennington dynasty's deepest secrets. Now imprisoned in a mansion of lies, Savannah learns that she's been seeded with an heir long before she says, "I do." Her womb isn't hers. Her name has been rewritten. And the man who really possesses her is ringless - he wears her silence. By then, with a fabricated contract, a lost memory, and a media empire built on illusion, Savannah must untangle a legacy where love is leverage, and escape may cost everything, including the child she didn't sign up to bear.
The warmth on her neck seemed wrong.
Not dangerous. Not cruel. Just... unfamiliar.
Savannah's eyes opened slowly as if surfacing from a dream that hadn't yet ended. Silk sheets lay soft and white, moonlight spilling across them. A slight throbbing of her head, like a warning. There was a weak, afterglow ache in her body - the sort that does not dwell on sleep.
And then she saw him.
The man lying next to her rolled over lazily in her direction, his voice already waiting. "Morning, darlin'."
Her stomach tightened. That wasn't Slade's voice.
Too laid-back, too slow, too steeped in Southern charm. A voice like honey on glass. Familiar-but not him.
She blinked as though her sight would right itself. But no. The man in her bed was not her husband.
He had the same kind of handsome. Identical jawline. Storm-gray eyes. But something shifted behind this man's smile. Something freer. Wilder. Dangerous in a way that Slade had never dared.
She sat up too fast. Tangled silk sheets around her legs. Her breath stuttered.
"Slade?" she asked, voice cracking.
The stranger grinned. "Wrong twin, sweetheart."
Her heart seized.
For a moment, there was only the sound of her heart hammering, the subtle slide of fabric, and the creak of the bed beneath her.
And then she moved.
She threw the sheets off and shuffled backward until her spine met the carved wood of the bed frame. The man did not attempt to follow. He just watched her, aroused, as if this were a scene he'd rehearsed."
The air grew colder. Her robe was draped over the bedpost. She grabbed it and spun it around her like armor.
Feet padded past outside the bedroom door. Too calm. Too close. Someone cleared their throat. A door closed down the hall.
She turned back.
But the man was gone.
And now the imprint on the pillow. And the smell of expensive cologne hung in the air - warm spice and something darker.
Her wedding band glistened in the moonlight.
Something in her buckled.
The marble floor was ice under her bare feet.
Savannah stalked down the hallway with her robe clutched at her throat, anger battling with nausea. It was a long corridor - an archive of old money and silence. Crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead like distant stars. Ornate mirrors clustered on all the walls, reflecting grotesque images of herself.
She wasn't alone for long.
Boone abruptly came into view in military fashion. The tie is already straight. Shirt crisp. Eyes unreadable.
"You're up early," he said as if this were breakfast talk.
Lorelei stood behind him in an archway, sipping tea with one perfectly arched brow.
"You're shaking," Lorelei said. "Bad dreams?"
Savannah ignored her. "Where is Slade?"
Boone paused for half a breath. "Still sleeping, I imagine."
"There was a person in my bed," she hissed.
Lorelei clicked her tongue. "Champagne dreams, sweetheart. We've all had them."
"He spoke to me."
"Stress can do that."
Savannah turned on Boone. "It was him. Not Slade. Someone else."
Boone gave her a long look. "You may be compensating your mind. Trauma and transition create... overlays."
"I know what I felt."
"Oh, you're newly married," Lorelei said, her voice thick with concern she did not feel. "Jet lag, nerves, champagne. Emotions make the body lie."
Savannah brushed past them, heart racing. Her hand landed on the polished brass of Slade's study door. She twisted the knob.
Locked.
Of course.
Lorelei's voice trailed after her like perfume. "Sometimes the mind protects us from things it is not ready to remember."
Savannah didn't answer.
She looked at that locked door as if it owed her a confession.
Still, no one mentioned the name of the man who had touched her.
Slade stirred his coffee as if it counted.
He sat in the library, surrounded by rows of books on power, legacy, and persuasion. A nauseating whiff of cold vetiver wafted through the air. Savannah had to decide now what came next.
He looked up with no urgency. "Did you sleep well?"
They were shaking at her sides. There was someone in my bed.
Slade sipped the cup and then placed it down. "Strange. You were solo when I looked."
"I know it wasn't you."
A faint smile. "The mind does funny things when there's pressure."
"I felt him," she said. "I saw him."
He stood up and walked forward, controlled and deliberate. He rapped a knuckle on her cheek - frigid, methodical.
"You're mine now," he said. "That's all that matters."
She wanted to scream.
She didn't.
Where she left the charger, it wasn't.
Savannah searched through velvet-lined drawers. Her phone was dead. Her memory was foggy. Her thoughts spiraled.
She opened the closet. Searched for a box marked "Guest 4." It was taped shut, sealed twice.
She tore it open.
Inside: Folders. Paper. A manila envelope.
A photograph slipped out.
Two boys. Identical. Suits. Cold eyes.
"The Brothers Pennington of the Empire: Slade & Cash Declare the Deal."
Her blood turned to ice.
She flipped the photo over. In gold ink:
One will inherit. One will disappear.
She slapped the photo on Boone's desk.
The glass cracked beneath it. Bourbon trembled.
"You lied to me."
Boone didn't blink. "We omitted."
"He was in my bed."
He was never supposed to be involved with any of this."
He tore the photo in half. Cash's face hit the floor.
"Forget that he ever existed," Boone said.
She stared at the torn paper.
Half a face. Half a truth. Her full nightmare.
The bathwater was too hot.
Savannah was transfixed, hugging her knees. Steam clouded the mirror. Ghosts in every corner.
She said, "I know what I felt."
But no one came.
And the silence - that horrible, gilded silence - said all we needed to hear.
"I was raised to be a queen. But I was sold to be a concubine." Lois Frazer was born a member of House Valtara and grew up believing the throne was her birthright. But on the day of her coronation, Steve Reynolds, a former childhood friend and avowed protector, turns brother with a bloodless coup. Instead of killing her, Steve holds Lois in the palace - but not as a queen. He demotes her status by calling her a concubine, a trophy to be bent to his will and make his claim. But Steve's perverse kind of devotion conceals a deeper, ambivalent hunger - he doesn't just want her throne; he wants her. Unwilling to give up, Lois engineers her own resurrection to power, forging flimsy alliances and using even her captor's affections against him. In a kingdom swirling with political turmoil, forbidden desires and shifting loyalties, will Lois win back the crown - or will she ruin herself and the man who betrayed her?
Vesper Bloodmoon is a princess hidden away from her own kingdom, cursed with the mythic power of the Devouring Moon, the goddess that devours the wolf gods themselves. Both feared and shunned, she is reduced to secrecy until her father's death launches a maelstrom of political ambition, divine wrath and romantic entanglement. As the kingdom's devoted High Priest, Draven Nightfang knows the gods' laws better than anyone, and when he learns the truth about Vesper, their bond could shatter aeons of divine dominion or unleash a fierce power beyond anyone's control. In a world of worship, war, and fate, their love crucibles the one hope-or the final curse-to swallow gods.
"You left us," muttered Lucas, his eyes ablaze with betrayal and fury. "You should have stuck with us." As she stood there in the moonlit clearing during the Bonding Ceremony, her heart broke, and Lucas chose the other girl, casting Anya aside, forever forsaken. Her heart was aflame with pain and resilience as his words resounded through her. The Blackwood Pack was paralyzed by terror as evil Alpha, Elias of Shadowfang, unleashed evil to destroy their beloved home. In the chaos, Anya discovered her unique powers shining like a beacon. Driven to flee her splintering household, Anya sets out for Hidden Sanctuary, a mystical realm of refuge and knowledge. She meets Caleb, a noble warrior of the neutral pack with a mysterious past and a secret ambition. Anya and Caleb try to figure out what they want from each other as they expose secrets that could break their reality, even though they don't completely trust each other. Anya's most trusted confidantes, including her closest friend Lila, betray her, risking their mission. Anya digs into her ancient lineage and the prophecy inextricably tied to her fate. Both occur simultaneously, and both conclude the world. As Elias' wrath intensifies and the fate of every werewolf pack lies in the balance, Anya must harness her power, foster deep bonds, and face her darkest demons. Anya and Caleb have a life-defining decision: will love prevail over the ultimate sacrifice as the final battle approaches? Will Anya overcome her rejection and lead her people to victory, or will betrayal and war swallow them both?
On the cusp of their anniversary, Sophia Blake senses the widening gap between her and her billionaire husband, Julian Sterling. What she thought was the pinnacle of love and security reveals itself as a fragile dream. When she stumbles upon questionable dealings and deep-seated betrayal, it ignites her resolve to break free. In her quest to redefine herself, she embarks on creating a visionary tech startup-"InnoBliss." Meanwhile, Julian struggles to reconcile professional obligations and the emotional distance that has hardened around his heart. A cunning rival emerges, tangling them further in corporate battles. But from heartbreak's embers arise second chances-if both can confront buried feelings, unearth honest intentions, and decide what truly matters.
Lyra, the mortal researcher, hopes her life will run out, so she presents the enigmatic Dragon King Kael as a sacrifice bride. Instead, she discovers that Kael intends not to let her escape; her blood carries the key to an ancient curse that seals dragons to death. Lyra had to choose between the human kingdom that turned on her and a celestial revolution designed to wipe out the planet. Either she would become a puppet in their hands or revolt against gods and dragons to help define her own fate.
Learning about a magnificent, magical treasure, Ethan Draycott-a spiteful tech millionaire with a secret heart-accidentally summons forth Seraphina, the dethroned and cursed queen of the fairies. Having to stay in his universe until she finds her "true love," Seraphina hates depending on Ethan. But when two worlds meet, Ethan's commercial sense and Seraphina's lost magical skill present an interesting team-building challenge. Negotiating corporate backstabbing and the resurgence of long-standing magical enemies, the two learn perhaps that love is the strongest skill of all.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.