I secretly enrolled in a classified national program without informing my husband, Elijah, who happens to be our team's leader. Initially, he didn't think much of it. He merely assumed I had become more compliant. Even when he decided to give a promotion opportunity from the organization to his first love, I remained unfazed. Then he proposed transferring the property meant for me to Paisley, his first love, and asked me to help raise her child. I agreed with a smile, my eyes briefly flickering to the notification of my successful application in my hand. Elijah frowned slightly and warned, "Don't try any tricks. If you change your mind, I'll divorce you immediately!" Feigning concern, I asked, "But if the house goes to her, where will I live?" "The organization has assigned me another place, hasn’t it? Paisley and her kid have a tough life; show some compassion!" Hearing his cold words, I couldn't help but feel a secret satisfaction. With his generous nature, he might be open to donating all his assets to the Heartland Welfare Foundation, right?

The dashboard clock glowed 11:42 PM when Elena Vale eased her battered SUV into the darkness beside the Ironfang Pack House. The engine coughed twice before falling silent. She exhaled, brushing a hand through her dark hair. A simple delivery. Confidential files for her Beta cousin. Nothing more. “Should be quick,” she murmured, reaching for the manila envelope on the passenger seat. To anyone watching, the SUV was little more than a rusting wreck. That was intentional. Beneath its shabby exterior was a rare Lycan-armored vehicle, an heirloom passed through generations of the Vale Family, descendants of the Ancient Lycan Bloodline. Keeping it disguised was just another part of Elena’s carefully maintained identity. She adjusted her jacket, making sure the antique Alpha crest pendant remained concealed beneath the fabric. Its familiar weight against her skin steadied her, even though no one around her knew what the pendant truly represented. “Just deliver the files, Elena,” she reminded herself. “Nothing unusual about tonight.” She stepped out and headed toward the imposing entrance of the Ironfang Pack House. Then the atmosphere changed. A strange energy rippled through the night, prickling across her skin and stirring the instincts she had spent years suppressing. Elena slowed. Something—or someone—was waiting in the darkness.

After marrying into a prestigious billionaire empire, Daisy had to completely revamp her image. Goodbye wild partying, night life, and bold fashion—hello early mornings, bare faces, tea-drinking, and soft-spoken demure elegance. Her pitch-perfect performance successfully fools both the family staff and her notoriously cool, calculating husband, Ethan. But living a lie is undeniably boring. When Ethan leaves on an extended business trip, Daisy seizes her chance: she puts on a sultry night-out makeup, slips into a backless Gucci top, straps on seven-centimeter heels, and swings open the mansion gates ready for freedom—only to run straight into her husband, leaning against his car with a smoldering gaze. Holding her wrist, Ethan smiles softly: "Where are you off to so late, wife?" A sizzling romantic comedy about hidden identities, high-society pretense, and the inevitable spark between two master pretend-lovers.

My boyfriend drugged me and sold me to cover his debt. I escaped straight into the arms of Roman DeLuca—the Mafia Godfather he feared most—and spent one reckless night with the man who gave me something my ex never did: a choice. Eight weeks later, I was pregnant, framed for stolen drugs and charity money, and watching my career collapse overnight. Then the evidence pointed somewhere worse: my ex wasn’t working alone. His secret fiancée wanted me ruined, someone inside Roman’s organization was feeding them access, and my unborn child had become their newest bargaining chip. They thought Roman would pay any price to get us back. They forgot to ask what I would do when I finally stopped being anyone’s currency.

Three years ago, Vivienne Croft’s fiancé vanished in a plane crash on the eve of their wedding. She buried her grief and forged their failing company into a billion-dollar empire. But today, Arthur is back—alive, entitled, and holding the hand of his new, pregnant wife. He expects his CEO seat and his compliant fiancée back. Instead, Vivienne strips his security clearance, demotes him to a cubicle, and announces her marriage to his most ruthless rival, Julian Vance. The empire is hers.

Elara sacrificed her magical core to build a safe haven for her husband Caelum and their adopted daughter. But as the deadly Rift storms approach, Caelum transfers Elara's protective ward-keys to his new lover, casting Elara into the dying outer slums. Branded a madwoman and abandoned by the child she raised, Elara accepts her exile. What they don't know is that Elara is the last living Apex Weaver. When the High Citadel offers her exclusive sanctuary in exchange for saving the realm, Elara takes the deal. Let the storms come—her ex-husband is about to find out exactly who was protecting whom.