Leon pinned me against the French windows of the study, his large hands urgently caressing my body. His tongue easily pried open my teeth, forcefully sucking on my tongue. I gasped for breath, my fingers digging into the front of his shirt. "Leon...slower..." "Isabella." He breathed heavily at my lips, his voice hoarse, urgently kissing my neck. I closed my eyes, and he skillfully unhooked my bra. I met his infatuated gaze, and the next second, his burning hands began to vigorously knead my breasts, his tongue swirling and churning. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn't care anymore. Leon's hand penetrated my genitals, and I couldn't stop moaning. "Louder," Leon said with a wicked smirk, "I like it when you're like this." He knew every sensitive spot on my body too well; his fingers moved in and out rapidly, and soon his hands were covered in fluid. I clung tightly to him, barely able to stand. "Is it good?" Leon asked, biting my earlobe, his teeth grinding against my sensitive skin, sending a shiver down my spine. "...Mmm." He chuckled softly. I was about to catch my breath when, the next second, something huge thrust into me. "Leon..." "Baby...my turn..." He licked my earlobe suggestively. I felt a tickle, but quickly lost consciousness. Leon flipped me over, bending my legs to his shoulders, and began to thrust violently and tirelessly. I don't know how much time passed, but the sky outside was already bright. Leon finally let out a satisfied sigh. I collapsed into his arms, my body tingling with pleasure. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, like a satiated beast. I heard him whisper, "Isabella, I love you."

"When Irene stumbled upon Dan kissing another woman in a bar, she learned the truth—he was the son of her mother's killer, a spy who had been infiltrating for three years, and she was merely a substitute. She turned around and agreed to a marriage alliance, marrying the rumoredly cold-blooded Grayrock Alpha. Little did she know that the man was none other than John, her first love whom she had ""betrayed"" five years prior. Dan frantically searched for her, but she, arm in arm with her new husband, said calmly, ""In my eyes, you're nothing but a substitute."" John, who had hated her for five years, knelt in a field of daisies, holding a ring engraved with reeds before her: ""This time, I'll repay you for those five years with my whole life."" She thought she was dying, which was why she dared not reciprocate his kindness. Until the lie of the misdiagnosis was exposed—it turned out that fate had turned around, only to bring the right person back to her side."

To save me after I was kidnapped, Daniel stayed behind alone to hold off the attackers. He ended up reduced to ashes along with an abandoned warehouse. In the five years since he died, I’ve become known as the “Ice Queen” of Malkor City’s high society. Beautiful, untouchable, and utterly indifferent to men. My friends couldn’t stand watching me waste away, so they dragged me onto a yacht party. Staring out at the sea, I finally decided it was time to let him go and start a new life. That was when a random Twitter notification popped up. "Five-year anniversary. My husband surprised me with a luxury yacht!" In the photo on the yacht’s deck, Daniel was slipping a diamond ring onto another woman’s finger. I frantically tracked down the dock where the yacht was moored, stormed onto the deck, and threw open the cabin door. The moment I saw the woman’s face, I stopped breathing. It was Sophia, the blonde intern who’d tried to drug Daniel five years ago, only to be publicly slapped and driven out of the company by him.

My husband was holed up in an abandoned shipping container at the Port of Los Angeles with the woman he'd been cheating on me with. I stood a short distance away, my phone mounted on a gimbal, watching it all play out without tipping either of them off. I turned to the camera, smiled like this was just another stunt, and said, "Alright, everybody, here's today's game. Three abandoned containers. A, B, and C. You pick one, and that's the one we open!" The thermal camera swept over the first two containers and found nothing. Then it landed on Container C. Instantly, two red shapes flared across the screen, tangled so tightly they almost looked like one. My livestream exploded. Some viewers thought it was wildlife smuggling. Others insisted the heat signatures looked human. So I picked up the hydraulic cutter and headed for the container doors. That was when my assistant stepped in front of me. Arthur had gotten to her first. She blocked my path with the smug confidence of someone who thought she held all the cards. I looked into the lens, blinked like I was trying not to cry, and softened my voice just enough to sell it. "Forget it. Looks like we're not opening this one today..." Less than ten minutes later, the top donor in my chat tore into the port with a convoy of supercars, a pack of bodyguards, and the kind of ego only serious money could buy. He sent my assistant stumbling out of the way with one vicious kick and shouted, "Who the hell do you think you are? I came here to watch that container get opened, and that's exactly what's gonna happen!" I stepped aside and let him take center stage, a satisfied smile tugging at my mouth. Before the day was over, I was going to rip away whatever dignity Arthur and his mistress had left in front of millions of viewers, a room full of investors, and every opportunist who'd ever confused money with value!

The Calverts and the Larsons were sworn enemies, their feud spanning generations. Yet, Joshua Calvert and Sabrina Larson had been carrying on a passionate romance behind everyone’s backs. After another bout of feverish passion, a private sex tape of Sabrina was leaked online. The betrayal of Joshua followed like a finishing blow. Sabrina's heart, once brimming with love, was trampled and ground into the dust. With a cold, hollow gaze, she finally spoke. "Joshua, this time, I'm done with you."

I was eight months pregnant when the uprising tore through our Pack, and I threw myself off a cliff to draw the attackers away from my husband, Brock Hayes. As I clung to life on the rocks below, the mind-link between Brock and me snapped clean, and my cry for help never reached a soul. I forced my baby into the world alone, only to find he had already stopped breathing. Grief ripped through me until I had no voice left to scream. I dragged myself back to the Pack and walked straight into my husband's mating ceremony with another woman. His words sliced through the hall before I could so much as lift my head. "Carly is the Chief's true daughter, and she's my fated mate. She's the only one fit to be my Luna. "Diana will never find out I'm the one who set off the uprising. I'll make it up to her later." He turned and crossed the floor toward me with one arm curled tenderly around the pregnant woman at his side. The moment his eyes landed on me, his face twisted with disgust. "Who let this beggar crash the ceremony? Get her out of here!" The guards' fists slammed into me one after another, and they grabbed me by the legs and hauled me out like trash. The pain tearing through my body was nothing next to what was shattering in my chest. As the dark closed in, I dragged the last of my strength up through my throat and whispered his name. "Brock..."