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Forced to save her imprisoned brother, Isabel had to play the evil stepmother to ruin a rival mafia's heir. She made his life hell—forcing him to drink bitter kale slop and pushing him into inhumane combat classes. But her plan to destroy him failed miserably. On the day her stepson finally conquered the underworld, Isabel waited for her death sentence. But why, instead of a flying bullet, was she handed a crown?

Once notorious throughout the city as the "Black Widow," Vesper Capone was used by her heartless birth family as a bargaining chip to curry favor with a mafia boss—forced into a proxy marriage with the rumored brutal and bloodthirsty mafia widower, Vincenzo Lucchese. Yet on her wedding day, there was only a cold proxy and a hall full of mockery; the groom was away in the Golden Triangle. Carrying the goal of seizing power and completely breaking free from the Capone family, Vesper steps into the Lucchese estate—only to accidentally witness a shocking scene: a 12-year-old brat pushing a 3-year-old little girl into the swimming pool. After saving the little girl, Vesper discovers that although the estate appears impossibly wealthy, undercurrents surge beneath the surface—the two young children left behind by Vincenzo's sacrificed older brother (Dante and Sienna) are being ruthlessly abused and exploited by a venomous great-aunt and an extremely biased matriarch (Nonna). Vesper, who never plays by the rules, decides to become that "most ferocious devil." She thrashes the brat, slaps the venomous aunt, freezes the corrupt accounts, teaches her bullied stepson to fight back, and with extreme methods shields the two children from the storm. In the perilous family infighting, she seizes control into her own hands. When Vincenzo returns covered in blood, what awaits him is no longer a puppet bride to be slaughtered at will, but a venomous "godmother" who treats the children as her own and has rewritten the family rules. From a tentative alliance of interests to a blood-soaked pact of life-and-death devotion, Vesper—with unmatched ruthlessness and the deepest, purest protection—ultimately becomes a legendary female godfather on equal footing with the king of the mafia.

Mira's betrothed spent three years taming a wild dragon for their wedding—but he trained it to obey Lia, her family's adopted daughter. They took everything from her: her place in the clan, her inheritance, even her mother's dragon. When they demanded she kneel and wipe Lia's boots, Mira walked barefoot across burning coals instead. She broke the betrothal. Then a column of black war-dragons descended, and their lord claimed her—with a bloodwing dragon and three thousand acres of dragonland. He was the man who had waited eight years for her answer. On her wedding day, her old betrothed watched from the crowd as Mira married another man. And the dragon he had stolen finally threw Lia to the ground and flew home—to Mira.

Sold to human traffickers by her boyfriend, Mia hides a dangerous truth: she is the daughter of a powerful Mafia boss. When her uncle betrays her to seize her father's empire, she must fight her way out and lead her fellow captives to freedom. But surviving is only the beginning. Once her identity is revealed, the men who sold and tortured her will answer to the Don's daughter.

C-class citizen Avery registers pureblood fox Lucien as family, but he turns cold and violent. After another ER visit, she dissolves the bond and rematches with Kane, a feared wolf beastman who is gentle and loyal. He heals what Lucien broke. Avery builds a life with Kane and learns she deserves to be cherished.

On the morning Aria should become Dominic’s Luna, he leaves her at the cathedral to mark another woman. He thinks ten years of devotion means she will wait in white and forgive anything. Instead, Aria calls Alexander, the Alpha she once rejected and the fated Mate Dominic never knew she had. Before three hundred werewolf elites, she turns Dominic’s dream ceremony into her own revenge wedding. One bite, one contract, one public vow, and the Alpha who thought she had no choice loses the Luna who built his Pack.

I called 911 because I accidentally handcuffed myself to my bed. I expected a locksmith. Instead, my ex-boyfriend kicked down my door—with three firefighters behind him. He thinks another man tied me up and abandoned me. Then I blurt out, "No, I didn't use protection." Now he's furious, jealous, and refusing to believe the truth. My biggest embarrassment just became his biggest misunderstanding... and neither of us is ready for what comes next.

Elora Vance is the last White Wolf Healer, blessed with blood that can heal any wound. In her previous life, she sacrificed everything to restore Caleb, heir to the Blood Moon Pack, only to be betrayed. Blaming her for the death of the woman he truly loved, Caleb drained her healing blood until she died. Reborn with all her memories, Elora refuses to repeat the same mistake. Before the entire pack, she declares that Caleb can keep his crippled legs. Cast out without regret, she walks away and offers her priceless gift to the one man Caleb fears most—his sworn enemy, the Alpha of the Shadow Pack. This time, the miracle Caleb took for granted will become the weapon that destroys him.

I was born blind, but I could see every soul. In my last life, I used that gift to put Leon on the throne. He repaid me with poisoned wine, buried my sister as queen, and left my body for wild dogs. When I woke at the ball where princes chose brides, Leon had been reborn too. He chose Vanessa and laughed at the “useless blind girl.” Good. This time, I picked Duke Silas, the so-called cripple with the soul of a true king, and put the right man on the throne beside me.

I stayed stuck below their window and listened to the whole scene. “Would Verona do this for you?” A low groan rumbled from the man upstairs. He gripped her chin, his voice a low threat. “Talia, if you let Verona find out about this, I swear you’ll regret it.” Talia just laughed and cut him off with a kiss. “If it comes to that, I won’t give a damn.” Through the lit window, their shadows tangled and writhed. Talia was the one who led the others in bullying me back in middle school. I spent years in and out of doctors’ offices, on and off medication. Those three years were the lowest point of my life. She set me up falsely, so I had to transfer. Yet I never escaped her for good. “Verona Baker, you have such a pretty name. I really did think about having a future with you.” In high school, it was Brennan, my deskmate, who pulled me out of that darkness. He always showed up right when I was about to break. And now, the girl I thought I’d never have to see again was in bed with my boyfriend. I stood there trembling, my hands clenched so tight my nails broke the skin of my palms. “You’re the one who bullied Verona in high school, right?” “You’d better behave yourself in college.” “If Verona ever tells me you’ve laid a hand on her, I’ll show you what it really feels like to be a target.” I froze. So, Brennan knew. He knew exactly who Talia was, and he slept with her anyway. The night air was freezing, the wind cutting right through me. Upstairs, the sounds never stopped. I stood there on the frozen ground, a hollow ache where my heart used to be.