Anna Shannel Lin

Cercei found it unbearably cruel that she possessed the same beauty as Vienna, which made Vienna feel insecure, leading her to subject Cercei to relentless torment. Despite the numerous hardships, Cercei received love and care from her parents, and she remained humble. Although their pack Alpha never respected them and treated them as mere servants, her family found happiness. However, everything changed dramatically on her eighteenth birthday when their Alpha ruthlessly killed her father without a valid reason and mercilessly crushed his heart underfoot after digging it out. Enraged and craving revenge, Cercei felt powerless—until she encountered the Alpha King of the North Lucian Red. He is her fated mate, but also Vienna's fiancé. This chance encounter abruptly changed her life, unraveling all the secrets and lies her mother, Emila, had carefully hidden for eighteen years. The revelation shattered Cercei's belief in her perfect family, leaving her to question everything she had ever known in the love triangle.

He took her first kiss during their initial meeting, and she called him perverted and arrogant. Her candid demeanor intrigued him, despite the risks involved. To capture her attention, he announced a surrogacy competition, leaving her no choice but to participate, only to discover he was the same man she had taught a lesson he would never forget. Caught in the trap set by this merciless billionaire, she went along with his game and became his wife. His dark secrets slowly emerged, pulling them down into a deep despair. Then he vanished from her life, only to be replaced by another stranger. She felt his warmth, and they kissed. Tears began to cascade down her cheeks, saturating the fabric that covered them. When he sensed her warm tears, he panicked. He didn't understand why, but he couldn't bear to see her cry. "Darling, please don’t cry..." He released her, his fingers delicately brushing her hair. "I won't touch you, I promise not to anymore, okay?" She sobbed more intensely and choked out, "Don't talk!" "... Why?" He was taken aback. She gently bit her lip, unable to refrain from saying, "When you talk, you remind me so much of him..." He was so kind and doted on her. When he spoke, it felt as if it weren't another person, but her husband Joshua standing beside her. Even the way he kissed her felt strikingly familiar... In that moment, Hazel realized just how much she longed for Joshua. Without him by her side, each day of waiting became an excruciating ordeal. She wasn’t afraid of waiting. Even if it meant waiting for a long time, she would value it. But she feared she might never see him again, even if she spent her entire life waiting. Would she uncover the truth behind this unfamiliar man? Would she be able to forgive if she realized how he orchestrated the intricate game of LOVE and REVENGE?

"Are... Are you handsome?" she asked in a weak, hoarse voice. Dave Evans frowned slightly but decided to entertain her question. "I suppose you could say I’m not terrible to look at." "Then at least you’re not ugly." Sleeping with a handsome stranger seemed far better than being with a homeless man! She came from a broken family—her parents divorced when she was young. Out of pity, she chose to live with her dad, but he soon brought another woman and her child into their home, making her feel abandoned all over again. To make matters worse, her fiancé turned out to be a jerk who cheated on her with her stepmom, and together they plotted to steal Bianca's inheritance. The day before announcing their engagement, her stepmom and fiancé drugged her, and she ended up sleeping with a stranger. Determined to get back at them, she hired an online boyfriend to ruin the engagement. What she didn’t know was that this fake boyfriend was actually a secret billionaire heir to a massive conglomerate—the same stranger she had slept with on that fateful drugged night.

“As you make your bed, you must lie in it. Pretty noble to sell your body for your brother. And you nearly lost your life for your cheap friend? A sacrifice must be your life motto. Who do you think you are? A saint?” He captured her, and had no way to escape this devil. In his peculiar way, both tough and gentle, she can only accept it and lower her guard down. He was looking for someone who stole his disc and took someone who’s just an ordinary and young supermarket staff. Her life has totally changed since she met him. He forces everything, including a three-year contract, to be his woman. Her enchanting beauty captured him, and the love-hate journey started.

"Wait," she breathed. "We have to stop. This isn’t just conversation." "It's better than talking," he murmured, kissing her neck. "No, we need to have a conversation," she insisted. "Get off me, let me get dressed." "You can't make love while dressed," he replied, playfully biting her earlobe. "Listen to me," she urged. "I'm trying to be serious, alright? I realize I shouldn’t have fled." "What’s this about?" he asked, his tone growing cold. "I simply want to resolve things," she said earnestly, gazing into his eyes. A flicker of disgust crossed his features, and his lips turned downward, "I see what's going on. You think I'll forget your betrayal if you let me f*ck you." She fled from her wedding, which led to her own downfall and became a lasting nightmare. She chose to elope with another man instead of the one who truly loved her. That man deceived her, coaxing her into abandoning her husband, ultimately driving her to her demise. She returned to consciousness and found herself lying on their matrimonial bed. A firm yet gentle grip enclosed her wrist, leading her hand to the front of his pants. She observed her small, pale hand beside his large, tanned fingers, allowing him to press her palm against him. It would be so simple to let him take control, to surrender to him. She craved it. She yearned to feel his strong hands exploring every part of her body.

To obey his grandfather’s order, the playboy tycoon Seth Cohen had to marry the socialite and sole heiress Evonne Largent. They tied the knot and lived together under a loveless matrimony. She was obliged to marry the hottest CEO Seth Cohen to save their fallen business empire after her father fell into compulsive gambling, driving them to the verge of bankruptcy. Seth had no plan of getting entangled with his stunning and s*xy wife, but every time he glanced at her, his body throbs, and he was drawn away. Evonne will do everything to stay away from him and pretend she’s not affected by the oozing s*x appeal of her hot billionaire husband; however, her heart beats faster every time he is around. **** She saw the muscles move in his jaw, and she knew he was p*ss*d. “Care to explain? Make sure it’s believable.” Seth’s voice carried a hot temper. There was a picture of her dancing on the tabletop, and Toby beside her was shirtless while Sally poured beer bottoms up straight to their mouths. “What’s there to explain?” “You’re married now,” He growled at her, throwing sharp glances. “Miss me with that b*llsh*t.” She stood up and barely contained her anger. “There is a certain public image that needs to be maintained. You need to understand that.” He muttered sternly. “Oh please, I’m not going to stand here drinking the dirty water you give me as you indulge yourself in the purest of wines.”

“Sarah, you can trust me. I won’t ever be with her. You are different from all those other women. I really want to be with you. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t have cut off ties with all of them. Don’t you believe me now?” Sarah sobbed gently, “If you’ve accepted that it’s over with her, why do you still keep her photo in your wallet? Why do you still miss her? Don’t you see how much it’s hurting me?” Charles stared at her. “She’s just another woman from my past!” A marriage bound by a contract, and she was obliged to accept it. He was her billionaire boss, and she was his secretary. She gave him everything he wanted, but her love was neglected. When she decided to leave, he offered her a contract marriage to make her stay. However, someone else occupied his heart in this love triangle, and he couldn’t offer her anything except his talents in bed. After their marriage, she endured the pain, but scheme after scheme eroded her tolerance. Finally, she was ready to leave him, but suddenly he refused to let her go. “Sarah, have I told you that you could leave? Remember, I’m your boss. You are my secretary and my wife!” Angrily, he shouted again, “Sarah, I’m your man!” “Uh? My man?” Sarah laughed and stared at him. Tears began to slip down her cheeks. “Are you my man? Mr. President, I am just a mere possession of yours and will never be your wife! Set me free, I’m begging you!”