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Human girl Selena is framed by Elf Queen Walda, causing her to lose her memory and voice. She is sent to the hunter Edmund, who torments her for three years. Elf Prince Lucian searches for his mother after seeing her in his dreams and meets Selena in the forest. When wolves attack, Selena risks her life to protect him, and mother and son recognize each other by the matching flower-shaped birthmarks on their collarbones. Theodore, King of the Elves, brings them back to the palace. Seeing that Selena is still alive, Walda secretly orders the maids to abuse her and even brings in orc slaves to violate her. At a critical moment, Theodore learns the secret of the birthmark from Lucian and realizes that Selena is his beloved who disappeared years ago. Can the amnesiac, mute mother regain her memory? Will the evil Queen's schemes be exposed?

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a single line of gilded text: Welcome Cecilia Costa as the Deluca Family’s New Advisor. May the Black Serpent and the Silver Fox Share in Glory From this Day Forward. Cecilia was my sister. Our parents sat at the head table, beaming with pride as they led the applause. Matteo produced the black diamond ring that marked the matriarch of the DeLuca Family and slid it onto my sister's ring finger. I moved to confront him, but my mother, Viviana, seized my wrist. "Elena, don't you dare make a scene. Nine years, and if Matteo had ever really intended to marry you, you'd have been at the head table a long time ago." I stared at her in disbelief. "You all knew?" My mother's expression faltered for a split second before she looked away. "Matteo discussed it with us a long time ago. He needed a wife who could publicly represent the Costa Family. Your sister was the better choice." I looked down at the red marks the crumpled speech had pressed into my fingers, remembering what Matteo had said nine years ago when he'd hidden me away in that safe apartment in Brooklyn. "Bear with me for now. Once my position as Don is secure, I'll show every last one of them what it looks like when I favor someone." The favor I'd waited nine years for had already gone to my sister. And I was the last to know.

Abandoned as a freak at birth, mermaid princess Sierra awakens the Power of Poseidon and returns to the royal city. With overwhelming power, she crushes her treacherous father and the fake princess who stole her destiny, shatters the old bloodline hierarchy, and rises as the true ruler of the deep.

The day I learned I was pregnant, I walked out of a private clinic holding the test results, ready to tell my husband that we were finally going to have a child. I never got the chance to make the call. A sports car driven by Damian's foster sister, Serena, struck me outside the clinic. When Damian arrived, he rushed past the paramedics and lifted Serena into his arms, even though she had suffered only minor injuries. He never recognized his wife being loaded into the ambulance. After surgery, he called to tell me that Serena had been in an accident and needed him beside her. "I am sorry, but I have to cancel our anniversary dinner." I did not tell him that I was the other person involved in the crash. I did not tell him that the child we had wanted for five years was gone. He gave me the title of Donna while reserving his forbidden devotion for her. Since he could not bear to lose either of us, I would make the choice for him. In seven days, I would leave New York and return to my parents in Sicily. Damian would receive the two gifts I left behind. The first would be a divorce that restored his freedom. The second would be the wedding he and Serena had always wanted. This time, I would not ask why he betrayed me. I would quietly give them my blessing, and then I would disappear forever.

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca -the youngest Don in New York's underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don't confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our private line, and ordered his underboss, Luca, to stop reporting anything about me. When I went to DeLuca Tower in Lower Manhattan, security blocked me at the revolving doors. "The Don's exact words were that we could let a rival family walk in tonight, but not you." After that, whenever Roman saw me at a party or in a hallway, he left first. He kept it up for six months. Then a doctor told me an aggressive, high-grade glioma was growing inside my brain. It was pressing into the part that held language and memory, and the time I had left might be just long enough for one goodbye.

Evelyn and her adopted sister Chloe were trapped in a building collapse together. But her husband Ethan, mother and brother kept saving Chloe first. Evelyn lost her unborn baby and had to undergo a hysterectomy. To make it worse, she found Chloe was pregnant with Ethan’s child, and her whole family forced her to stay silent. Betrayed, framed and cyberbullied, the badly hurt Evelyn vanished without a trace. Six months later, she came back fiercely with proof of the affair, ready to divorce and take back what’s hers.

On Alpha Adrian Blackwood’s thirty-fifth birthday, his foster sister, Selena Vale, put on a magic show for the entire Mooncrest Pack. Selena had insisted that I join her onstage and assist with the grand finale. She had spent months learning stage magic and bragging about every new illusion until the entire pack was convinced she was practically a master magician. So when the blades inside Selena’s illusion box turned out to be real, no one believed my screams. Selena laughed into the microphone. “Our Luna deserves an Oscar. Doesn’t she make it look real?” The entire pack laughed with her. Even Adrian frowned at me from the front row. “Elena, enough. Don’t ruin my birthday just because you can’t stand Selena being in the spotlight.” Our six-year-old son looked up at me and said, “Mommy, stop pretending. Aunt Selena worked really hard.” Then the next blade came down. And another. They thought I was putting on a performance to ruin Selena’s magic show. But I wasn’t acting. I was dying.

Grace, a military wife, has been caring for her paralyzed mother-in-law and young daughter alone. For two years, she believed her husband James only sent back $7.50 each month. Her daughter suffered from severe malnutrition, and her mother-in-law nearly lost her life after someone tampered with her medication. Forced into a corner, she even considered remarrying — until a phone call revealed the shocking truth: James actually sent home tens of thousands of dollars every month. All the money had been stolen and gambled away by her brother-in-law, Daniel. James rushes back home, and the secret comes to light. The couple navigates bitter misunderstandings, debt collection, and the threat of divorce. In the end, they make a fresh start on the military base. Grace launches her own baking business and finally takes full control of her life.

To be with Luca, I left New York and moved to Montreal. Three years of slaving over the stove, teaching myself the books, studying every detail of how to dress—all to fit into his world. To become his Donna. I actually believed I was on my way. But tonight, at the family banquet, the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Liliana—his childhood friend. His understudy leaned in and muttered in Italian. "Don, if you're settling things with Liliana, what happens to Catherine?" Luca took a slow drag of his cigar. "I love Catherine. But for the family, my Donna can't be some nobody." "And if she finds out?" "She loves me too much to walk away. I'll give her everything but the title." My chest tightened. A tremor ran through me that I couldn't stop. What they didn't know—I'd learned Italian in secret. I caught every single word. Liliana swept in wearing a long red dress. She shot me a look from above and gestured for me to move. Luca patted my hand. "Liliana's here to hold the room tonight. Go watch the kitchen. Don't let the staff screw up." I looked into his eyes. Three years of this—and it was all a joke I'd played on myself. I turned and walked out, pulling off his necklace and letting it drop to the carpet. My phone buzzed. My father asked how much longer I'd stay away. I stopped and typed. "Three days. I'm coming back to New York." Luca, when you find out your family doesn't even hold a candle to mine... what then?

At my bonding ceremony with Liam Jones, the pack witch appeared and dropped a bombshell—my long-lost sister, Victoria, was still alive. She could bring Victoria back, but there was a catch. She turned to my parents and asked: “Are you willing to trade Margret Davis for Victoria Davis? The two will swap bodies.” My parents' faces lit up with excitement. They didn't hesitate for a second. Yes. They said the only reason they had me was because Victoria had vanished, and their mind-link with her had gone silent. I'd spent twenty years living a life that was never mine, while my sister suffered for over a decade. This was what I owed her. Then the witch turned to Liam. Victoria had gone missing because she saved him—I knew that. But if he could just say no, even if it was a lie, even if he was just pretending… Then at least there'd be one person in this world who wanted me to stay. One last reason for me to hold on. A long silence stretched between us. Finally, he spoke. "She went missing because she saved me. I have to bring her back." He gave a firm nod. "Yes." Then the witch sprinkled a vial of purple liquid over me. She looked at everyone with a cold smile. "The potion takes time to work. In one month, Victoria and Margret will swap.