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My biased mother brought my sister, Irene Baxter, to help me with my child. But one day, I forgot to bring a contract to work. When I returned home, I saw two bodies entwined. To cover up their secret, my husband, Sam Hodgson, and Irene pushed me off the tenth floor. It was only after my death that I realized I had been nothing more than a tool for carrying on the family name. "It's better that she's dead. Now my sweet girl can be a mom without having to go through childbirth." "Sleeping with her was revolting; she was like a block of wood. Irene is so much better." Even Irene had regrets. "Still, we shouldn't have pushed her down. She was smashed beyond recognition—otherwise, we might’ve been able to sell her corpse for a pretty penny." When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they pushed me off the building. This time, I wouldn't let any of them off the hook.

Cast aside by her mate, secretly carrying his child, and forced to surrender to her sister, Eliana's despair reaches a breaking point. But fate has other plans. Axel Draconis, the ruthless Lycan King, has been awaiting his chance for vengeance. Eliana's vulnerability becomes his prey. As their worlds collide, a forbidden passion ignites, threatening to destroy or redeem them. Will Axel's thirst for revenge consume them all, or will Eliana's inner strength tame his savage heart? Amidst treacherous pack politics, ancient secrets, and primal desires, their love becomes a dangerous game.

Beatrice, an undercover agent, is used to facing dangerous situations. Her latest mission puts her in the crosshairs of the De Luca brothers, a notorious mafia family in Italy, and she feels ready to take on the challenge. However, as she gets deeper into the lives of Flint and Nolan, she starts to struggle with keeping her professional persona, Tris, separate from her true self, Beatrice. With a mob war brewing, Beatrice finds herself torn between trust and loyalty, realizing that sometimes making the right choice can lead to some pretty questionable actions.

I head to a real estate sales office with my fiancée to purchase a marital home, where we meet a two-faced realtor. He starts off by complimenting my fiancée for everything she's achieved at her young age, especially since she can afford to drive a Rolls-Royce. Then, he hints that I'm wearing a fake watch and pretending to be rich so that I can live off her money and get a house without paying a cent. When he learns that we're buying our marital home, he raises his voice and says to me, "I think the sugar mommy who bought you two houses the last time was pretty nice. Oh, wait—I forgot that you have more than one sugar mommy, Mr. Bellway. Do they know of one another's existences?" I smile. My so-called sugar mommy is my actual godmother, but there's no denying that she's rich. Unfortunately for this realtor, my fiancée is nothing but a poor student whom I sponsored back in the day!