Lily

At my bastard father's birthday party, I was drugged by my sister Emily—and worse, she planned to have her boyfriend assault me. As the substance coursed through my veins, desire began overwhelming my rational mind. But in that moment of vulnerability, my contract husband saved me. I found myself burning only for him. What started as his attempt to help me through the drug's effects became a night of raw, passionate intimacy that shattered every boundary we'd carefully constructed. In his arms, I discovered a hunger I never knew existed, and he claimed me with a possessive intensity that left us both breathless...
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When Amelia Thompson signed that marriage contract, she never knew her husband was an FBI undercover agent.
Ethan Black approached her to investigate Viktor Group—the corrupt corporation where her late mother worked. To him, Amelia was just another lead, possibly the conspirator's daughter he was sworn to destroy.
But three months of marriage changed everything. Her warmth and fierce independence dismantled every defense around his heart—until the day she vanished.
Three years later, she returns with their child, seeking the truth about her mother's death. And he's no longer just an FBI agent, but a man desperate to win her back.
A Marriage Contract. A Life-Changing Inheritance. A Heart-Shattering Betrayal.
This time, can love survive the ultimate deception?

"White wolf! Kill that monster!"
That roar stole my eighteenth birthday and shattered my world. My first shift should have been glory—blood turned blessing into shame. By dawn they'd branded me "cursed": cast out by my pack, abandoned by family, stripped of my nature. My father didn't defend me—he sent me to a forsaken island where wolfless outcasts were forged into weapons, forced to kill each other until only one could leave.
On that island I learned the darkest edges of humanity and how to bury terror in bone. Countless times I wanted to surrender—dive into the waves and never surface—but the accusing faces that haunted my dreams pushed me back toward something colder than survival: revenge. I escaped, and for three years I hid among humans, collecting secrets, learning to move like a shadow, sharpening patience into precision—becoming a blade.
Then, under a full moon, I touched a bleeding stranger—and my wolf returned with a violence that made me whole. Who was he? Why could he wake what I'd thought dead?
One thing I know: now is the time.
I have waited three years for this. I will make everyone who destroyed me pay—and take back everything that was stolen from me.

After spending a full day at the FBI analyzing criminal profiles, I dragged my exhausted body home to find Marcus down on one knee, surrounded by candles and roses filling the entire room.

"Isabella, marry me." He stared at me with something in his eyes that I mistook for devotion at the time. "Let's have the wedding soon. I can't wait any longer."

That ring was everything I wanted—being with him, away from all those bloody cases.

"Yes." Tears came instantly. "Yes, I will."

How could I say no? We were such a perfect match. I'd helped him with his AI project, doing behavioral analysis; and he gave me warmth beyond the hunt for killers.

But as he slipped that ring onto my finger, how could I have known I was embracing a monster?

Our wedding? It won't be a celebration.

It will be his doom.

Three years ago, I abandoned my crown and my name. I wanted "ordinary love." I thought I was choosing freedom.

What a joke.

The fake heiress flaunted my necklace. The man I funded swaggered around his company, brazenly declaring: "Real success doesn't come from privilege. I despise spoiled rich kids."

Then he turned around and slept with her—because greed always recognizes greed.

So when I appeared at her birthday party in haute couture, stepping out of a Rolls-Royce with lawyers and media trailing behind me like an imperial entourage—every spotlight followed me.

Every whisper fell silent.

They finally learned the truth:

The identity she flaunted? Mine.

The mansion she posed in? Mine.

The man she stole? Nothing but trash I'd long since discarded.

I'm not here to fight for anything. I'm here to reclaim what was always mine.

As for those two? They don't even deserve to kneel at my hem, let alone touch it.