In the cutthroat business jungle of the city, Alexander reigns as a wild wolf—arrogant, untouchable, and feared by all. When Chloe first crosses his path, he casually shatters a champagne glass over a predatory producer’s head; when she offers a polite thank-you, he fixes her with dark, lazy eyes and murmurs, “You don’t recognize me?” Rumors ignite overnight: the invincible media tycoon is keeping an obscure, scandal-tainted actress at his side—a woman the public loves to hate for supposedly destroying a marriage. Netizens sneer at her “luck,” certain she’s nothing more than a cheap stand-in for his legendary lost love. Chloe doesn’t care. To her, it’s strictly business: take the money, count the days, and walk away clean. That is, until she stumbles into the locked art studio on his estate. Every wall is covered in hundreds of portraits—smiling, frowning, glowing—all of her, drawn when she was just a girl. Before she can process the shock, familiar, heavy footsteps echo behind her. Chloe turns—and slaps the powerful man across the face. Alexander doesn’t rage. He only lets out a low, dark chuckle, his gaze locking onto the obsession he’s never truly let go.

Ten years of marriage. A son. A powerhouse law firm built on shared dreams. Lucille Pierce thought she had it all—until she caught her husband, Stetson, handing her confidential case files to his "rising star" intern mistress, Cleo. Betrayed by her partner and erased from her own firm, Lucille is forced out into the cold, her reputation in tatters and her son turned against her. But they underestimated one thing: Lucille Pierce never loses. Joining forces with a rival firm, she prepares a comeback that will shatter their glass house. As Cleo fumbles under the weight of stolen brilliance, Lucille strikes back in the courtroom where the truth finally surfaces.

Locked inside my own lab's radiation chamber, I listened as my husband sold my life's work to foreign spies. He and my protégé left me to burn, planning to frame my death as a tragic accident. But they forgot I designed the lab's explosive failsafes. I survived the fire. Now, framed as a terrorist and disowned by my family, I'm partnering with a ruthless federal agent to expose their lies. They wanted my billion-dollar prototype? Instead, I'll give them absolute hell.

On our marking night, Rohan brought home a little girl and another woman. "This is my first love, and we have a daughter together. From now on, we’ll all live together peacefully," he declared, his alpha tone leaving no room for argument. The air around him seemed to thicken with his authority, his commanding presence filling the room. "And isn’t it convenient? Someone can take care of you, considering you can’t shift anymore." I looked down at my legs, the ones that had been rendered useless after the rogue attack where I’d saved his life. I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. He seemed to have forgotten that it was because of him I’d lost my wolf form entirely. Later, I left without saying a word, and he apologized, begging me to come back. "Alpha Rohan, do you even realize what you're saying?" I stared at him in disbelief, the man I had loved for five years and marked as my mate just today.

Aria Solis was born a Null, mocked by the High Fae and valued only for her family’s magical mines. For years, she endured the abuse, believing Lord Darius’s promise of protection. But moments before their Bonding Ceremony, she uncovers his horrific betrayal with her cousin. Humiliated at the altar and forced to her knees, Aria's silent suffering breaks. Her blood spills, awakening a terrifying, ancient power—and summoning the dreaded Shadow King, who kneels for her.

For five years, Serena was the brilliant ghost-designer behind Thorne Luxuries and the secret wife of its ruthless CEO, Julian Thorne. She accepted the shadows, believing his promises that one day he would acknowledge her. But when Julian announces a strategic public engagement to a wealthy socialite and demands Serena design the ring, her devotion finally shatters. Without a single tear, she crafts a masterpiece, signs the divorce papers, and vanishes. By the time Julian realizes his empire and his heart are crumbling without her, Serena has reclaimed her true identity as the heiress to a rival European dynasty. Now, the man who kept her a secret must beg on his knees just to get a business appointment with her.