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Claire’s world shatters overnight when her husband’s ex _ the glamorous actress, Eva Sterling _ returns. Her husband’s affair explodes in the public and a scandal exposes her supposed infertility to the world. Humiliated, betrayed, and abandoned by her husband, Lucian, Claire discovers the truth: Eva forged the reports and faked a pregnancy to destroy her marriage. But when Claire returns, not as the quiet housewife, but as a brilliant attorney in the courtroom, Lucian is the one begging. Fate has other plans and their love story is far from over.

Three years into her marriage to Caleb Hampton, Sydney Wilson finally learned the truth: the woman he loved was his sister-in-law. On the night his brother died, Sydney saw Caleb's true nature. At the funeral, she did not even flinch when Caleb took a slap meant for his sister-in-law. She always knew he had married her because she was quiet, obedient, and easy to control. She proved it, even in the way she left him. No dramatic fights. No tearful confrontations. Just a divorce quietly signed, sealed, and hidden. What Caleb didn't know was that they were already divorced. Sydney had stopped being quiet and was already seeing someone else. The day Sydney's breakthrough cancer drug took the world by storm, she received accolades and glory. Everyone cheered—except Caleb, who dropped to one knee, his eyes bloodshot with desperation, begging for a second chance. But a possessive arm wrapped around Sydney's waist, declaring to the world, "Sorry, but she's getting married. To me."

On their third wedding anniversary, Clark Summer gifted his wife a diamond necklace named "Love Nyla," broadcasting his devotion to the world. But while the public swooned, Nyla sat alone in their empty home, staring at a photo sent by a stranger: her husband’s new secretary, Jordyn, wearing that same necklace, tangled in Clark’s arms. For three years, Nyla had been the perfect, submissive wife. In return, she received betrayal, humiliation from her mother-in-law, and Clark’s sickening justification that his affair was merely a "physical necessity" while he still loved her. He believed Nyla was trapped, tethered to him by her father’s astronomical medical bills. He thought she would swallow the insults and raise his mistress's child. He was wrong. Selling their mansion, gathering evidence, and delivering irrefutable proof of her infidelity… Nera turned and left, donning a white lab coat instead of an apron, transforming overnight into a top-tier pharmaceutical researcher who had astonished the industry. When Clark, with belated repentance and red-eyed pleading for her return, saw his icy ex-wife being gently embraced by his uncle Damon, he saw the aloof man before him. The superior man coldly glanced at his nephew, his voice low and dangerous: "What are you calling 'wife'? Call her 'auntie'."

Three years of marriage. Three miscarriages. The day Stella Rowan lost her baby for the third time, Evan Wright was at the hospital with his sister-in-law, waiting for her to give birth to twins. When Stella walked out of the hospital, she finally made her decision. She handed her soon-to-be ex-husband a divorce agreement. “Let’s divorce. It’s for your own good.” “Divorce?” Evan scoffed. “You really think you can let go? And if you’re trying to hold on to me, don’t dress it up as doing me a favor. That fake concern is pathetic.” Stella just smiled. She didn’t argue. She turned and walked away. She really was doing it for his sake. After all, she’d found a new backer. Even though Evan sits atop Harbor City’s financial empire, he’s about to meet someone he can’t afford to cross. Once she cut ties with the past, Stella stopped pretending. One by one, her new identities came to light, leaving the Wright family completely stunned. Wasn’t she supposed to be the girl with no family backing, the easy target everyone bullied? A multinational CEO said, “Stella, get divorced already. I’ve waited long enough.” A financial tycoon declared, “Divorce. If you don’t, I’ll take the Wright family down.” An international lawyer smiled and said, “The divorce itself is easy. Stella, if you’d just look at me once, I’d have everything I need.” Evan had always believed Stella would never leave him. Not until the day he realized she had become someone far beyond his reach. In that moment, every assumption he’d ever made about her collapsed.

***This is 4 books in one!*** “Let’s get this over with, I have things to do. Just so you understand, I need a strong and BEAUTIFUL Luna by my side. I, Alpha Cullen Niles, of the Ironclaw Pack, reject you, Rebel Lawson, as my mate and Luna.” Instantly, my chest feels like it is ripped open and gutted. The pain is the worst I’ve ever felt. But I refuse to show pain in front of Alpha Cullen. I stay rigid and force my face not to react. Roxie is howling in desperation, because she wants her mate and he just rejected us, causing her immense pain too. The sooner I accept, the sooner we can move on. “I, Rebel Lawson, accept your rejection.” It was like a final death blow. I see Alpha Cullen grab his chest, taking deep breaths. Then after a couple of minutes he stood straight up. I still haven’t moved. “You will not mention this to anyone, do you understand?” As much pain as I was in, I couldn’t muster up the strength to say yes, so I just nodded. “Good, I can’t have people knowing I was mated to such a she-wolf.” With that, he turned and walked away. I turned and went back to the lake, sat down next to my guitar and then the barriers crumbled. I held on to my chest and cried for hours. Roxie feeling weak from the rejection, retreated to the back of my mind. She was still talking to me, but it was much quieter. I felt so incredibly alone. Fated mates were supposed to love each other, no matter what. He was supposed to protect, cherish and love me. However, I never felt more unwanted and alone.

Rule number one: Don't fall for your brother's best friend. Rule number two: Definitely don't move into his penthouse *** I have a condition. Doctors don't have a name for it. My exes just call me "broken." Four boyfriends. Four identical endings. Four men who gave up on a body that freezes when it should melt. Then there's Duane Richter. Three-time F1 World Champion. My brother's best friend. The man I've been dreaming about since I was fourteen—the kind of dreams that actually work, where my body does what it's supposed to, where I'm not frozen, where I'm not wrong. He's cold. Distant. Looks at me like I'm a problem he didn't ask for. But when he touches me— When he says my name like he's tasting it— When he pins me with those dark eyes and tells me to stop lying— I feel something I've never felt before. Alive. He's off-limits. I'm a disaster. This can only end in wreckage. Good thing I've never been afraid of a crash.
My husband was sleeping with my best friend behind my back for six months. Six months of roses. Six months of 'you are my everything' while he was making her moan his name. I trusted him with my whole heart. He handed it to her like a cheap gift. So when Dominic Ford showed up with rage in his eyes and proof in his hands, something in me snapped. And in that broken, dangerous place, a sinful idea was born. "An affair," I told him, meeting his gaze. "Real. Raw. Dirty. No strings. No limits. We give them exactly what they deserve." He studied me for a long, slow moment. Then he pulled me close as he whispered. "When do we start?" Dominic Ford touched me like he was trying to ruin me for every other man. He succeeded. He took me apart, piece by piece, night after night, until I was shaking and screaming and begging for more... and when morning came I was crawling back for everything he gave me the night before. This was supposed to hurt them. It was never supposed to feel this good. It was never supposed to feel like home. Now our cheating spouses are on their knees, right where we wanted them. But Dominic is looking at me like the plan just changed. And God help me, I don't want to walk away either. We agreed. No strings. No feelings. Just revenge. That was the deal. We lied. --- WARNING: This story contains explicit scenes and two broken people who find each other in the most sinful way possible.
On the fifth anniversary of Rebecca Perry's marriage to Vance Bradford, his first love returned to the country. That night, she caught him in the bathroom, murmuring Catherine's name as he pleasured himself. That was why, for five years, he had never touched her. "Catherine is back; she's all alone. I'm just helping her as a friend." "I understand." "I promised her I'd accompany her to the island for her birthday. I'm just fulfilling it." "Okay." "This banquet requires a capable companion, and Catherine is more suitable than you." "Okay, go ahead." When she stopped getting angry, stopped shedding tears, and stopped making a fuss, he grew puzzled. "Rebecca, why aren't you angry?" Of course, she wasn't angry anymore—because she was preparing to leave. Weary of this stagnant marriage, she had secretly learned a foreign language, taken the proficiency exam, and applied to study abroad. The day her visa was approved, she presented him with the divorce agreement. Vance froze. "No joke. How are you gonna survive without me?" Rebecca turned away, bought a plane ticket, and flew to the European continent, vanishing without a trace. The next time he saw news of her was in a viral video. Dressed in a flowing red gown, she danced against a foreign sky, igniting the internet with her performance. He gritted his teeth. "Rebecca, no matter where you hide, I will find you and bring you back!"
This is Currently an Omnibus! Featuring: Book 1: The Unwanted Luna - Kennedy and Ryker's Story Book 2: The Warrior's Mate - Finn and Greta's Story Book 3: Taming the Alpha's Heir - Ben and Elara's Story Book 1: Kennedy is a human thrown into the unbelievable world of the supernatural when her parents die in a freak car accident and her mother’s best friend steps in to become her guardian. Her mother’s best friend, Beth, is the Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack. Kennedy has known Beth and her husband James and their son Jeremiah her whole life, but thought pack life would be something she would only hear about. The Alpha and Luna keep no secrets about the dangers of their world for a human like Kennedy. Jeremiah takes an interest in keeping Kennedy safe and helps her through the trauma of moving on from the accident. Kennedy is taught pack ways and for the most part is loved by all the pack members, learning the values of the pack bond, the ways of the warriors and respect for the hierarchy of the wolf culture. She becomes a very proficient warrior even with only human strength and senses. Follow Kennedy on her journey of mates, love, friendship and fighting a mate bond she doesn’t want holding her back from her own goals and dreams. __ Ryker is a young, well-known, and feared Alpha of Dark Moon pack. He cares for his pack members through tough love and an iron fist. He's seen what happens when Alphas take their mate. It makes them weak and lose focus. Many have been corrupted by terrible mates. He would rather stay alone than be controlled.

Everyone thinks Claire "Cindy" Parker is trouble. She's loud, flirty, always at the center of every party, and rumors follow her everywhere. To most people, she's just another girl who loves attention. They don't know the truth. They don't see the pain she hides behind her smile. As Capo of the Chicago Outfit, he's built his name on honor. In a world filled with liars and killers, his word is law. He doesn't sleep around. He doesn't play games. And he has no patience for women like Claire Parker. Or so he thinks. From the moment they meet, they clash. She pushes every one of his buttons. He calls her reckless. She calls him boring. Their arguments are endless, their tempers explosive, and staying away from each other seems impossible. But the more he watches her, the more he realizes the woman everyone judges is nothing like the rumors. And the more she gets to know him, the more she discovers the feared mobster has more honor than the so-called good men she's trusted before. She's the woman the world refuses to understand. He's the man the world fears. Together, they might be each other's greatest mistake... or the only place they've ever truly belonged.

Elena, the daughter of a notorious mafia family, was offered as a tribute to the leader of the Morello family by her father. In an attempt to escape an arranged marriage, Elena marries a complete stranger. What she doesn't know is that this mysterious husband of hers is none other than the legendary mafia king... and now, he’s also her new boss...

BOOK ONE OF THE MAFIA MEN SERIES *** And the sweetest little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil. *** The strong, powerful, and ruthless Nikolai Costello ruled over the kingdom of the dark world he was born into, what he wasn’t supposed to do is to fall in love with someone so different from his world while he was betrothed to someone else. He was never supposed to fall in love with someone as sweet and innocent as Evangeline Bolton. Evangeline Bolton has spent her entire life in a single room locked away from the world. Her world was filled with books and movies as it was her window to the outside world. From a very young age, she was told that the world out there was filled with big bad wolves who were ready to tear her apart if she walked out. But what happens when one day, Evangeline's parents get brutally murdered leaving her alone at the mercy of Nikolai “The Devil” Costello, the most feared man in the entire country?

"You thought you could run from me, Vivienne?" Draven growled, his hand pulling my hair back to force my eyes onto his. A hard shiver ran through me as he pinned my hands above my head on the silk sheets, his heavy body trapping me underneath him. "Draven... please..." "Beg me," he demanded, his lips touching my neck as his hand slid up my thigh. "Beg me to forgive you." "Please," I gasped, completely helpless under his touch. "Good girl," he whispered, his dark eyes filled with cold control. "You owe me five million dollars, Vivienne. And you're going to pay back every single cent on your knees." ……………………………………….. Vivienne thought she had successfully escaped Draven five years ago. She was wrong. Forced to return to the dangerous man she left behind, she signs away her freedom to pay off a huge five million dollar debt. Draven pays every penny but he demands her complete obedience in return. Trapped in his home and forced to become his kept woman, Vivienne must obey his every command while hiding a big secret: Her sick boy isn't four years old. He's five. And Draven might be looking at his own son.

“Walk out of this room tonight without signing those papers, and your brother’s body will be floating near the Palermo docks before sunrise.” Sophia Rossi returned to Sicily for answers about her dead parents, not knowing her arrival would drag her straight into the dangerous world her father spent years trying to protect her from. One public slap was all it took to put her in Luca De Luca’s path. Cold, feared, and next in line to lead one of the most powerful mafia families in Palermo, Luca becomes the last man Sophia ever wanted tied to her life. But when a dark secret from the past resurfaces, Sophia is forced into a marriage neither of them wants while enemies begin circling from every direction. Now trapped inside the De Luca empire filled with blood, lies, betrayals, and deadly family secrets, Sophia realizes the biggest danger in Sicily may not be Luca himself… but the people standing closest to him. Because somebody is secretly turning both families against each other. And if the truth comes out, it won’t just destroy their marriage. It will start a war.

I don't fall for marks. I become whatever they need me to be, and I walk away untouched. My newest assignment should be no different: infiltrate the Marchetti empire and take down the twin brothers who run it, one legitimate, one lethal, both dangerously easy to want. Adriano Marchetti is ice given shape, a man who looks at me like a threat he hasn't decided how to eliminate. Rafael is warmth wrapped around a blade, charming enough to make me forget why I came. I was trained to survive both. Nobody trained me for what happens when the mission stops feeling like one. Now everything I built to protect is closer to collapsing than I ever meant to let it. I have to decide what I'm willing to burn to stay standing, and whether the woman capable of destroying two brothers can survive becoming exactly what they need her to be.

“I'm going to take you to the edge, kitten, and you're going to beg for more,” Axel whispered, his hot breath sending shivers down Amber's spine. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto his. The intensity in his gaze made her pulse race. She felt his fingers dig into her hips, pulling her against his hardened body. “Is that a promise?” Amber whispered, her body already screaming to be touched. Axel's lips curled into a sly smile. “It's a warning.” Amber's heart skipped a beat as Axel's hands slid up her back, unzipping her dress. The fabric slipped off her shoulders, pooling around her feet. She stood before him, vulnerable yet unafraid. “Tonight, you're mine, little kitten,” **** Amber had always wished to have her brother’s infamous best friend since she was in high school but is hurt because he only treats her like a little sister. When Amber got admitted to college and moved in with her brother, she is surprised to see that her longtime crush was under the same roof. Her brother leaves for an important business, and she is left alone with this hot devil. She knew this was her chance to get him, and she wasn’t ready to screw it. Axel had always loved Amber but knew she was off bounds because she was his best friend’s sister, but when she is left in his care, he began to lose control. From stolen kisses to steamy sessions, he knew he was in trouble when he became addicted to this little kitten. ~~~ The Badboy’s Little Kitten is a two in one series… BOOK ONE: Stolen Moments: My Brother’s Best Friend BOOK TWO: Whispers Of Seduction: We Meet Again, Little Kitten Bask in the steam because it only gets hotter!!! ©️Purple Ink 2024

Jo hasn't heard a word from Jude since he left for therapy after they completed high school. Three years on, she decides to give love another chance. Just when she opens her heart to someone else, Jude walks back into her life. Do the feelings of old still exist? Do they matter any more? Book 2 of Knowing Jude

Sext Buddy: [I’d do anything to fuck you right now.] Alicia: [I want you so bad too…really.] During the summer, Alicia has been sexting with a total stranger in hopes that she’d never meet him. At the beginning of college, her mum tells her that they have a guest. She meets the stranger she was constantly sexting. But then, what happens when the stranger is her cousin?

Jenna Williams has loved Carlton Fernandez in silence since the fifth grade. To everyone else, she's just the scholarship girl trying to survive at New York Montessori High School. To Carlton, she's practically invisible. But when fate forces the hockey captain and the quiet scholarship student to work together, the impossible begins to happen. Stolen glances become late-night conversations, friendship turns into first love, and for the first time, Jenna dares to believe that maybe some dreams really do come true. Until one night changes everything. A shocking betrayal. A leaked video. A broken heart. And the scholarship Jenna fought so hard to earn is ripped away from her. The worst part? The one person she trusted most may have been the one who destroyed her. As lies spread faster than the truth, Jenna must decide whether to fight for the future she's always dreamed of—or walk away from the boy she loved in silence. Some betrayals break your heart. Others change your life forever.

"You called me a spoiled princess who wouldn't last five minutes in the real world." "You hacked my team's group chat and sent my rookie hazing photos to the entire athletic department." Ivy Chen and Nate Callahan have history. Bad history. So when a reality TV show, a brother's scholarship, and one NHL reputation crisis collapses them into the same luxury off-campus house, fake dating, shared bed, live cameras it should be simple. Pretend. Survive. Walk away. Except Ivy already knows something she can't unknow: her anonymous 2 a.m. best friend, the one she's been trading secrets and stupid hockey memes with for months, the one who feels like the safest person she's never met is him. Nate. Her brother's grumpy, broody, insufferable captain. The guy who stress-bakes at midnight after losses. Who has a hidden playlist of cheesy 2000s power ballads. Who looks at her sometimes like she's not a problem to solve anymore. "This isn't real," she reminds herself daily. The staged touches say otherwise. Because somewhere between sharp barbs softening into playful teasing, stolen kisses that linger way past necessary, and quiet unguarded moments the cameras never quite catch the list of reasons she can't stand him stops growing. Then comes the night after overtime, Nate still in his game-day suit, eyes warm in the low kitchen light. "So what happens when the cameras stop rolling?" His thumb brushes her jaw. Soft. Certain. "Who said we're stopping?" One semester. One championship run. One expiration date. Neither of them is counting down anymore.

"Who did you piss off this time, Princess?" "You." Kian Lawley smiled. "Good. I'd hate to think you were obsessed with someone else." *******************:* Getting framed by the most powerful boy in college was bad enough. Finding out he was about to become my stepbrother was worse. Kian Lawley is arrogant, cruel, and impossible to avoid. He makes me question everything I know about him... and everything I know about my own family. Because the deeper I fall for my bully stepbrother, the more secrets begin to surface. Secrets someone is willing to kill to protect. And when the truth finally comes out... Will Kian be the one who protects my heart... ...or the one who gets me killed?

I’ve always felt like Travis Chancer was forced to marry me. Every time we were intimate at night, he’d rather use his hand to get me off than actually have sex with me. I got more and more disappointed and decided to divorce him. But the night before I printed the papers, I heard him on the balcony talking to his buddies. “Bro, I’m not trying to be nosy, but you’re obviously dying for it. Why won’t you touch her? The perfect woman is right there. It must feel amazing.” “Women can’t stand being ignored. If you keep bottling it up, she’ll eventually run off with another man, and you’ll regret it.” He took a quiet sip of whiskey. “But her skin is so delicate, and her waist is so slim… she’s so sensitive. What if I lose control and scare her? “She’s my woman. I have to be careful. If she wants to find comfort elsewhere, she can. As long as she’s still willing to come home, I’ll keep spoiling her.” They snorted. “Don’t act like a saint, man. If you’ve got the guts, stop secretly posting on Reddit.” Late that night, I quietly opened Travis’s browser history. A full hundred entries. The pinned post read: “I finally married the girl I’ve loved for years, but I have a very high sex drive. How can I make her enjoy it without leaving psychological scars?”…

After five years of marriage, Zac Saunders felt the need to protect his son with his mistress. Not only did he pressure me into terminating the pregnancy, but he also conspired with the board of directors to remove me from my position as vice president. He held Jemma Jacobs close, wearing a wicked grin."Samantha Lewis," he sneered, "since you won't obey...""...Jemma take your place from now on," he continued.I pushed his hand away, pulling Jemma in front of me. Ignoring her struggles, I firmly grabbed her hair and forced her to tilt her head back."Come on," I urged, "tell him, who do you belong to?"

I'd been married to my lawyer husband for eight years. In all that time, he never once acknowledged me as his wife in public. He wouldn't even let our daughter call him "Dad." Again and again, he missed out on her childhood because of his childhood sweetheart. Even when she hurt our daughter, he still forgave her. I was worn out and empty. So I decided to leave. I took our daughter and vanished from his world. But he refused the divorce. He started searching for us like a madman, turning the whole world upside down. Only this time, neither my daughter nor I will be looking back.

On our fifth anniversary, Jerome Walsh's childhood friend, Nora Blunt, comes back from overseas. "I'm back! Happy anniversary!" she laughs. Jerome's face lights up. He slips an arm around her waist and fusses over her, taking her coat, fetching her slippers, and pouring her a glass of juice. Meanwhile, the candles sit forgotten beside our fifth anniversary cake. After dinner, Jerome hands Nora a gift. It's a giant stuffed toy with "Happy Ten Years, Nora and Jerome" stitched across the front. That's when it hits me that the anniversary he's celebrating isn't ours. It's theirs. Nora teases him with a smile. "I can't believe you still remember. I thought you'd forgotten all about us now that you have a girlfriend." Jerome wipes some icing from her cheek and glances at me. "Of course I remember. Cece and I have been together for five years. You and I have known each other for ten. I know who matters more." Later that night, he lets Nora stay in the guest room, which is decorated exactly to her taste. I look around the room, then at our cake, with the number five sitting lonely on top. Suddenly, I feel drained. I lower my head and type out a message. "I've decided to accept your job offer. Please send me the address and onboarding details. I can start within two days."

Ten seconds before the bomb detonated, I decisively clipped the blue wire, saving hundreds of lives inside the high-rise building. At the celebration dinner, Robert Vance—our bomb squad captain—handed the top honor to the new rookie, Vivian Reed. “Let the new girl have it. You don’t want people to say I favor you, do you?” Throughout our five years of secret dating, he had used this same excuse repeatedly to shut me up before I could even complain. Every life-threatening mission fell entirely on my shoulders. Yet every honor and public commendation was without fail handed to someone else. Clutching my bleeding side, I retreated to a corner. From afar, I watched Vivian accept the vibrant bouquet and medal, soaking in everyone’s adoration under the blinding glare of the live broadcast cameras. During dinner, a teammate curiously asked her how she had possessed the nerve to make the critical choice. Vivian cast a shy, fluttering glance at Robert, covering her mouth with a coy laugh. “Oh, that wasn’t any technical strategy. Red was our captain’s favorite color, so I just couldn’t bear to do it.” The hall erupted into a wave of suggestive laughter, even colleagues chanting for them to kiss. Swept up in the electric mood, Robert—who had always shunned my very shadow in public—cupped her chin and pressed his lips to hers right before everyone’s eyes. A pang erupted in my heart. Five years of life-or-death missions together had taught Robert to take my presence and devotion for granted. He had forgotten one fundamental truth: elite bomb technicians never hesitate. It was high time I defused him like the ticking time bomb he was.

On my wedding day, I'm up at 4:00 am, waiting for the makeup artist. By 7:00 am, no one has shown up. I start to panic and call my best friend, Whitney Adams. She bursts out laughing. "Erin, how did you miss this? They changed the plan last night. No one's coming to pick you up. Everyone went straight to the hotel." I grab my wedding dress and rush over. By the time I get there, I'm drenched in sweat. The hotel is empty. Then Whitney calls again, trying not to laugh. "I was messing with you. Don't tell me you actually went to the hotel. Destination weddings are the thing now. We moved yours to an island. Everyone's already at the airport waiting for you." So I drag my heavy garment bag from terminal to terminal, searching the entire departures hall. None of them are there. Then Whitney video-calls me, laughing so hard she's doubled over. "You took too long. We already left! There's no destination wedding. We just wanted to spend a week on the island. We'll have the wedding when we get back." She turns the camera around. My fiancé, Dwayne Brewer, is pulling her suitcase. Mom and Dad are standing behind them, smiling more brightly than they ever do in family photos. Mom frowns when she sees how pale I look. "Oh, come on. It was just a joke. Whitney knows how to have fun. You've always taken everything too seriously." Dwayne drapes his jacket over Whitney's shoulders, then looks into the camera. "Go home and wait for me. I'll marry you when we get back." I look at all their smiling faces on the screen and suddenly don't see the point in confronting them. I'm not angry or sad anymore. I just feel numb. I text the wedding planner and cancel the wedding. They can keep playing their little game. I'm done being part of it.