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“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.

On college decision night, my entire family crowded around my twin sister, Lily. My brother Ethan pulled up a map of Boston and compared the distance between her dorm and his campus. Ryan, my childhood best friend, gave up his place at McGill because Lily admitted she was scared to start college without someone familiar nearby. My parents couldn't have been happier. Now Lily would always have someone ready to take care of her. It took them most of the evening to remember that I had a decision to make too. "Nora has always been our independent one," Mom said, choosing for me without so much as looking up. "She can go to UMass Boston. It's close to Lily, so she can help out on weekends." No one asked which schools had accepted me. No one knew there was still an offer from Scotland sitting in my inbox. If they had never planned to let me have a life of my own, I no longer owed them updates about it. I turned my laptop away from them and accepted my place at the University of Edinburgh. For once, I chose the place farthest from all of them.

Alicia Vitale, the true Donna of New York’s powerful Vitale Family, returns from Europe to reclaim her empire—only to find her husband Dominic ruling in her place and his arrogant secretary Gina abusing her borrowed power. Humiliated and betrayed inside her own headquarters, Alicia keeps her identity hidden long enough to expose their affair, corruption, and lies. When the truth finally erupts, the real boss takes back everything—and shows them what happens when they cross the Donna.

Young Rex sells lemonade with his battered mech Wisp until the Mech King Victor saves him from bug-beasts, gifting a core and warrior badge. Years later, wealthy Rex rescues bankrupt, betrayed Victor from his traitorous heirs and rival Samuel, who's corrupted Volt with alien tech. Together they destroy it and reunite to fight the bugs

I had a best friend who was sweet as honey but only with her mouth. Behind my back, she was a demon. She stole my boyfriend, the underboss of the Chicago Outfit. Her excuse? She wanted to keep me away from the darkness and the blood, so she'd take the suffering in my place. She pawned her wedding ring and fed her husband some story about a limited edition bag for me. She skimmed from her husband's company accounts and pinned it on my male escort habit. She was pregnant and still wanted thrills. So she went to a full-blown orgy with her husband's uncle and a group of his associates. That's how she ended up hemorrhaging. But somehow it was my fault. I was the one who organized that kind of party, according to her. And her story? She tried to stop me, so I pushed her down and made her lose the baby. In the end, her husband sent me to a cartel hellhole in Mexico to atone for my sins. There, her lover sold me to the red-light district. First came the addiction. Then the streets. I served every man in their outfit, one after another. My body rotted. I died slow, sick, and alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night my best friend miscarried because of her own filthy party.

On my sweet sixteen, my three brothers came home with a girl named Sylvie. They said I have to treat her like my family. I didn’t think much would change. But years later, everything did. Jace, my youngest brother, shoved me down the stairs for her. Asher—the oldest, who once promised he'd protect me forever—told me to get out. So I left. Quietly. They thought I was just acting out. So they took Sylvie to France, didn't even bothering to check in What they didn’t know was that I’d signed my name on a contract—one that aligned me with our family’s biggest rival by becoming their youngest chemist. Written in black and white, I could never go home again. The night they found out I was really gone for good? They broke. Every last one of them.

When we first became intimate, William promised that I would be the only woman he would ever love. Today, we’re supposed to have our seventh wedding. William: “Camille just got dizzy. Let’s put the wedding off, Vivian. We’ll do it another day.” This was the seventh time he had put off our wedding for Camille. The first time, Camille was attacked during a business meeting, and William had to rush to save her. William: “Camille’s life is in danger, and you want me to leave her for a wedding? Jealousy has its limits, Vivian.” The second time, Camille broke her leg while skiing, and William couldn’t bear to leave her alone. William: “Vivian, the wedding can wait. Camille’s badly hurt, and she’s all alone right now.” The third time, I made sure everything was ready. I even made sure nothing could happen to Camille. The wedding was finally going ahead—until William got a phone call. William: “Camille’s drunk. Damn it! She’s surrounded by drunk guys and troublemakers. She can’t handle this alone. I have to go get her!” This would be the last time he postponed our wedding. Because next time, he wouldn’t see me at his wedding.

Betrayed and killed, ace pilot Josephine is reborn—this time, she’ll watch her cheating husband and traitorous friend meet their own downfall.

To repay his family’s debts, Elio is abandoned at the altar, only to be publicly married by his ex’s all-powerful Mafia father. Under the don’s fierce devotion, he rises from a pawn to the family’s ruler—and ultimately kills his treacherous ex himself.

“Darcy is feeling dizzy tonight. Let's suppress our bond, Emma. We can have our marking ceremony some other day.” Those were the exact words he spat when I called him on the day that was supposed to be our marking ceremony. It was the seventh time he asked me to suppress the sacred bond between us for his childhood sweetheart. The first time he suppressed it was because Darcy’s pack was under attack and he wanted to be by her side. “Darcy is fighting for her survival and you want me to be pulled by our fated bond? Don't make me believe you are this selfish., Emma.” The third time he suppressed it he said, “Darcy is having a fever. I can't leave her alone.” By the sixth time, he didn't bother explaining why he had the witch suppress our bond in the most brutal way possible because he was in a hurry to go meet Darcy. Since we were fated mates, every time he wanted to be intimate with her, he would have a witch suppress the bond between us. As an Alpha, this suppression barely affects him but as an Omega, it would leave me in a terrible pain that I could not get up from my bed for weeks. Though devastated seeing me in such pain, he would offer me only a few lines of apologies and a bundle of promises to make it up to me in future. That's it. So, when the seventh time, he refused to mark me and came home to suppress our bond to be with Darcy, I had already packed my clothes. It will be the last time he suppresses our bond because the next time, there will be no bond between us to suppress.