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What happens when two powerful men fight for one woman? Will the city tremble? Jasper Reynolds, a ruthless mafia lord and the richest man in the city, is used to having everything he desires. Atticus, a wealthy and mysterious vampire with charm and darkness in his veins, who always takes what he wants by force, falls for one woman. Sophia Williams, a woman afraid of rejection and love, who has vowed never to fall in love, becomes the one thing neither can claim for themselves. Who will win in this fight for love? The most powerful and richest mafia lord or the mysterious and deadly vampire? But what happens when someone lurking in the shadows wants to kill the woman they both are fighting for? Will they destroy the city to save her... or each other? Updates are every day; Three times on weekdays weekends: 10pm with 3 bonus chapters

Marriage means different things to different people. For Thalia Kim, it means survival. Five years ago, she died on her wedding night. Not in a dramatic, metaphorical way, but quite literally, with a broken bottle driven straight into her heart. She had only been doing what she always did. Men could never fully handle her, and they rarely stayed conscious after. So when her third husband went still, she assumed he had fainted, just like the others. He hadn’t. He opened his eyes, saw something he shouldn’t have, and panicked. Before her power could take effect, everything went wrong. That was how she lost her first tail. Now she only has eight left, and worse, her core is already starting to break. If it collapses completely, even a year would be considered lucky. So yes, she needs to get married again—not for love, not for happiness, but simply to stay alive long enough to become human. The plan is simple: find someone, get married, survive. It would have worked. If she hadn’t proposed to William Carter. A man her sister is clearly afraid of. A man who does not look like someone she can control. And more importantly, a man who should have refused without a second thought. But he didn’t. He said yes! Just like that, without hesitation, without question, as if the decision had already been made long before she even asked. Now, things are already starting to go wrong. Her ability doesn’t work on him. She doesn’t know what he wants. And he doesn’t seem like the kind of man who makes careless decisions. Which leaves her with one very inconvenient problem... This marriage might keep her alive. Or it might end exactly the way her last one did.

"What happens when the person you were made for is the one person you were never supposed to want?” Lilith never had a life. She even had to forge her own surname "Schze" at the age of 12, because her parents wanted nothing of themselves attached to her. Until one day. Just one day. When everything was too much, and she could no longer deny the fact that she might just be a witch. "A witch." Lilith fell off a cliff. And instead of fighting death, she didn't. She accepted it. But it never felt like death. It was an Arrival. To the Kingdom of Thaloria, where class rules. Class is law. Your class decides your fate, First Class commands, Middle Class endures, Lower Class is forgotten. Mixing between them? Forbidden. Deadly. Lilith, a girl with no rank, dares to challenge it all. Starting with the vampire who claims to own her. Duke Drazeil. That name alone sends chills down the spine. An ancient vampire known to hate witches to his core. No heart, literally. His chest is empty. And those mismatched eyes miss nothing. What happens when the species he hates most turns out to be his fated mate? What happens when the bond is irreversible? And what happens when his so-called pet refuses to be one, because she was never meant to be anyone's pet, talk less of his? She has that fiery nature. Well, you'll never know until you read. Hold my pretty hands as we explore this novel together. _____________________________ "What the hell do you want from me?" Fear gripped Lilith's face as she stared at the man who had just spent a fortune buying her. "What do I want from you, hmmm." Drazeil asked himself the question sarcastically. "I want nothing more than to kill you, no — torture you, burn you alive... oh." Duke Drazeil grinned as he looked at her with disgust. His hand moved slowly, wrapping around her throat, not choking, just claiming. Like she was already his. "But I can't, and that's the most infuriating part." He whispered slowly into her ear, his fangs grazing her neck. Lilith laughed. Not a happy laugh, a short, breathless, disbelieving one. "Funny." She breathed. "Because there's nothing I'd love more than to drive a stake through your heart right now." The Duke pulled back slowly and stared at her. Then he smirked. Mildly amused. "You're welcome to try, but, You'll need something far stronger than a stake to kill me." Then without another word he clasped something cold around her throat, a Moonstone Crimson Red Pendant, a Dragon bound in chains. "Consider that your leash, little witch." Lilith's fingers touched the pendant slowly. She looked down at it, then back up at him. A cold smile on her face despite the fear coursing through her. "Seems I'm not the only one in chains." The Duke's smirk faltered. Just for a second. Then he smiled. Slow. Wide. The kind of creepy smile that had nothing warm in it. The sight of his smile was really terrifying. Lilith swallowed hard.

A Reverse Harem Werewolf Romance --- Evaline Greystone was the daughter of an Alpha, yet her life was anything but privileged. After losing her mother at a young age, she suffered under the cruelty of her stepmother and step-siblings while her father ignored her existence. Her only solace was Ethan - the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack and the man she loved. But fate was never kind to her. When Eva turned sixteen, she discovered she had no wolf. Overnight, she became an anomaly, a disgrace. She became the laughingstock of the werewolf world. But her torment escalated into something darker, something sinister at the hands of none other than her stepbrother. Still, she held onto Ethan, believing his love would be her salvation. That illusion shattered on her eighteenth birthday. Ethan turned out to be her fated mate, but instead of joy, it brought devastation. The night after they had given themselves to each other, Ethan declared she was too weak to stand by his side. Worse, he rejected her publicly, choosing her stepsister instead. Humiliated, betrayed, and terrified of what her stepbrother would do next, Eva ran. But her escape led her straight into a nightmare. The next morning, she awoke to the horrifying news - her entire pack was annihilated. Not a single survivor remained. And the ones responsible? The four Rogue Kings - feared Alphas who ruled the lawless werewolf world. Ruthless and unstoppable, and they had come to finish what they started. But Eva wasn't dead. She was on the run. And pregnant. She didn’t get far before she was captured. Dragged before the Rogue Kings, she prepared for the end. But at the last moment, they changed their minds. Instead of killing her, they made her a maid - a fallen Alpha’s daughter serving the very Alphas who destroyed her world. What neither she nor the Rogue Kings knew was the cruel twist fate had in store. They were her mates. Despite her suffering, she refused to break, determined to carve a future for herself and her child. And to do that, she enrolled in the werewolf academy run by the Rogue Kings themselves.

Psyche, the youngest son of H City’s greatest conglomerate, belonging to the Demetriou family, was cursed with the life of an abandoned illegitimate son. Looking for a way to prove his worth, he landed a job in a very well-known company. He swore to himself that he would make a lot of money and get his family out of debt! "You need to keep in mind that while you serve his majesty, you aren't allowed to peek under his mask at night. Nor can you see him during the day, understood?"  “Then, what exactly is my work?” “You need to make sure his highness never leaves the room at night.” “W-What?” “The young master isn't to be left out of his room at night. No matter what. Do you understand?” Sigh. If only it was that simple for a mere human to keep an ancient god with a bad attitude grounded in his room.  — *This is a (very gay) modern retelling of the Greek myth "Cupid and Psyche". In no way does it pretend to be taken as a faithful source of culture or religion, nor does it intend to disparage them. It was simply inspired by the myth. *This isn't a fanfic. *The cover art does not belong to me and will be removed upon request. *Enjoy \(*u*)/

After living her life as one of the creators of the almighty empire, empress is punished for the wrong doings in her life. Hunted by the memories but also by someone else. In that reality she can either be caught or catch the hunter. The question is what are they willing to sacrifice in order to achieve the final goal and how much are they willing to sacrifice. You are invited to join this royal hunt. May your stay be comfortable and may God be with you.

Warning! 18+ Explicit content. Dark and Mafia themes. Lyvana Montclair’s wedding to Mark Vaughn was supposed to be a fairytale. Instead, it was a death sentence. On their wedding night, the man she loved showed his true face — and then someone shoots her dead. ​But death didn't stick. ​Lyvana wakes up two years in the past, on the eve of the engagement that ruined her. To claim the inheritance her father left behind, Lyvana’s grandmother demands one unbearable price: marriage to Mark as it was her father’s final wish. But after a series of strange coincidences and near-misses, Lyvana begins to suspect that history may be repeating itself... Someone still wants her dead. Refusing to die again, Lyvana plots her escape and her revenge. Her best friend offers a dangerous solution — one that could ruin everything... or not. The plan is dangerous: find a man so spectacular and so "perfect" that her grandmother will forget Mark ever existed. A man who can win a seat at the Montclair table and dismantle Mark’s influence from the inside. Then enter Julian Blackwood. Dark, enigmatic, and powerful. More powerful than anyone even knows. Julian is the last man who should ever notice someone like Lyvana. Their arrangement was supposed to be a temporary business deal. But Julian doesn't play by anyone's rules. As he begins to hunt the one trying to kill her, Lyvana realizes that while she hired him to be a shield, Julian is playing for keeps. ​The deal was temporary... His obsession is not...

​Liam grabbed my chin, forcing me to look into his piercing green eyes. ​"Why do you smell like my brother, Scarlett?" he demanded. ​My heart pounded against my ribs, but I stayed silent. My refusal to speak only fueled his anger. ​"I am your mate," he growled, his grip tightening. ​What he didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one. I was mated to all three brothers—and none of them knew they were sharing me. ​Suddenly, a loud knock echoed through the room. ​"Liam? Are you in there?" ​It was Leo. ​Panic flashed across Liam’s face. He looked at the door, then back at me. He couldn't let his brother see me like this—half-naked and pressed against the wall. He grabbed my arm and shoved me into the bathroom. Before I could say a word, he turned the shower on full blast to drown out any sound I might make. BLURB I am fated to three men who want me dead. ​To the pack, I am the Rogue’s daughter. To Liam, Leon, and Leo, I am a mistake that should never have existed. The day I discovered I was the fated mate of all three brothers, I realized it wasn’t a blessing. It was a death sentence. ​They hate me. They believe my parents betrayed the pack and killed their mother, our Luna, and the shame of being tied to me burns their pride. None of them know the others share the same bond, and each one secretly plans to reject me and erase the connection forever. ​So I begged for time. Three months to strengthen my wolf so I can survive the pain of a triple rejection without dying. They agreed. ​But as the days pass, the hatred begins to warp into something darker—and far more possessive. ​"I was the first to kiss her," Liam brags. "I took her virginity," Leo yells out loudly. "She will love me first," Leon responds angrily. ​I rolls her eyes and stomps my foot, my heart breaking even as my blood thrums with their possession. "I hate you! All of you!!" ​The secret is finally out. All three brothers know I belong to them. But instead of rejecting me and ending my misery... they refuse to share me. ​How do I survive three Alphas who would rather tear the pack apart than let another brother touch what is theirs? Especially when a dark prophecy is prophesied against the bond. ​Note: This is Book Two of Fated to Not Just One but Three. It can be read as a standalone, as it follows the story of their sons. ​PS: Two chapters are updated daily.

Ariana Sinclair was never meant to be seen. She survived by staying invisible… until the night her mother disappeared. Hunted and alone, she would have died if Kael Vaughn hadn’t stepped in.He fought for her.And his wolf claimed her as his mate.After that, her eyes turned gold. Now Ariana is the Fifth Blood, tied to something ancient… and unfinished. And something is searching for her. As creatures from the Void begin to appear, Kael’s power grows darker, and the bond between them becomes more dangerous. Because the Void is not just invading.It is looking for her. And whatever is waking inside Ariana… may destroy them both.

He called her plain to her face. She needed the money too badly to walk out. Ruby Brown has spent a year as Ethan moore's assistant. Invisible. Underpaid. Running his errands, absorbing his cruelty, surviving on office coffee and stolen muffins to pay for her sick aunt's care. He has never once said thank you. So when he sits her down, closes his door, and says he needs her, she braces for the worst. What he offers is somehow stranger. "I need a fiancée. You fit the profile. Move in, play the role, sign the contract. I'll pay you Ten thousand dollar monthly Until the contract expires, you get Twenty Thousand upfront." A fake engagement. His penthouse. His rules. Two people who can't stand each other, living under one roof, pretending to be in love. What could go wrong? Everything. Because Ethan didn't plan for the quiet moments between the performances. The mornings she hums in his kitchen. The night she calls him out on his cruelty and he doesn't fire back. The way Mateo Brooks looks at them both and says "She's good for you" and Ethan doesn't laugh. He signed a contract to use her. She signed one to survive. Neither of them signed up for this. Enemies don't fall in love. But apparently, nobody told them that.

"I didn't just survive the executioner’s light. I ate it." In the Aethelgard Empire, your soul is your currency. Everyone is born with a Core—a source of Divine Light that determines their rank, their power, and their worth. Vespera was born a Null. To the Empire, she was a mistake. To the High Priests, she was a waste of breath. On the day of her execution, Vespera prepares to dissolve into the Pit of Judgment. But as the Divine Strike hits her, something ancient awakens in the hollow space where her heart should be. Her "Null" core isn't empty—it’s a Void. Instead of dying, Vespera devours the High Priest’s magic, shattering the Imperial Seal and accidentally tethering her soul to the world’s most dangerous prisoner: Xylo, the Fallen Star. Once a High Commander of the Heavens, Xylo is a being of pure, lethal starlight. Now, he is shackled to a scavenger girl by a Divine Tether. If they stay together, they are a walking apocalypse. If they move more than ten meters apart, their souls will shatter. [System Notification: Synchronization at 1%] Hunted by the Emperor’s Seekers and forced into a "Ten-Meter Hell," the two must reach the Crystalline Wastes to stabilize their bond. But Vespera isn't just running anymore. Every spell she consumes makes her stronger. Every touch from her Fallen protector feeds the hunger. The Empire called her a void. She’s going to show them that even the stars can be swallowed.

Just when Kyva believed her life could not sink any lower, she is auctioned off in a brothel as a sex slave. Refusing to surrender the only dignity she had left, she escapes. Wounded, hunted, and with absolutely nowhere to go, Kyva flees into the wilderness to escape from her captors. There, she stumbles upon an injured white fox caught in a hunter's snare. Despite her own desperate situation, she could not bring herself to ignore the creature's suffering. So she frees it, and against all reason, takes it with her. But after nursing the fox back to health, Kyva expects it to return to the wild where it belongs. But it doesn't. Instead, it continues to follow her. “Little fox,” she tells it one evening, exhaustion heavy in her voice as she prepares to move again. “I don't have food. I don't even have a place to sleep. I'm being hunted by slave traders. We should go our separate ways.” —-- Minutes later, Kyva wakes up after collapsing from exhaustion. To her surprise, she finds fresh fruits, good clothes and clean water laid carefully beside her. The white fox sits nearby, watching her with unsettling intelligence. 'Obviously, you need me more than I need you,' the fox thinks coldly, tail swishing in mild disdain. 'If not for the inconvenience of you being my mate, I would have left you to starve in the wild.' While Kyva believes she rescued a helpless creature, she may have unknowingly bound herself to something far more dangerous. As she journeys deeper into an unfamiliar land inhabited by beast men and women, Kyva begins to carve out a fragile new life for herself. The more she learns about this strange world, the more her mysterious fox companion refuses to leave her side, and seems determined to drive away anyone who gets too close.

Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her. But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target. The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead. But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate. Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse. Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient. And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes. Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen. Will Meredith break free from her fate? Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war? — Excerpt: "You may have claimed me," Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, "but you will never own me." Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating. "Own you?" His voice was velvet and steel. "Little wolf, I don’t need to own you." He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine. "Because whether you like it or not…" His breath ghosted against her skin. "Your body already responds to me." Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be. "I hate you," she forced out. “Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

Waverly is a nobody from the Outer District, an Omega surviving on scraps and the hope of escaping her foster parents’ greed. But when Prince Kaeren, the ruthless heir to the throne, returns from Spain with a sketch of his missing mate, Waverly’s life turns into a living nightmare. The girl in the sketch has her FACE! Sold by her parents for a chance at luxury, Waverly is thrust into the glittering, lethal world of the High-Class region. Her mission is simple: pretend to be the woman in the drawing, secure the Alpha’s heart, and save her family from the mines. But Prince Kaeren is hiding a dark secret of his own. He didn't find a mate abroad, he drew a non-existent face to secure his inheritance, never expecting a gutter-rat like Waverly to show up with that very face. Now, he’s convinced she’s a con artist sent to destroy him. He’s accepted her as his mate, but not for love. He’s bought her to be his toy, his pawn, and his mockery. He vows to ruin her, she vows to survive him… none expects the sizzling tension or the secret longing between them. Though determined to hate each other forever, who will break first?

The curse was named System Tearstone—or simply crimson heart. Centuries ago, a new kind of curse system was created. it was punish the 5th class god named Jiǎng Língxi—now wearing the skin of a powerful mortal Dàozǔ from the Méi Rén Sect. The curse had no form, only a red gem floating in a dark fog. Then it met a perfectly broken yet unbreakable soul named Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to the pure soul’s revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become the 5th god itself. But cool ice always melts, today or tomorrow. The curse system itself is also cursed. So will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence by destroying the curse—or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author’s Note : The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please don’t be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel— even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my tearstones— something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. announcement: This book's version 2 will come soon! don't be mad at your little author for being messy here! it was just the first time. the next one will be better I promise♡. but I can't guarantee that the ver.2 would be my last try with this book. I might rewrite this book many times in many way. so you'll meet them in many ways better and better rather before. [ Release time : Friday & Saturday Chapters : Two chapters per day ( for having other issues & more book . might sometime miss if there is any problem) ] [ Paused updates for the next 3 months. not abandoning you all! just forced to stop for exam. Do not hesitate to follow us. we'll be back surely. Just the situation isn't supporting us. I hope you'll understand♡ ]

Lìngxiāo was hired to kill the ghost. Instead, he married it. Life needs only two things to go on—the thing you love, and the obsession to keep it with you. A young, smiling exorcist’s lips have forgotten how to show the pain or anger he truly feels. He roams with only two aims: to save common people from darkness, and to solve the mystery of his own father’s death—for which he is called the murderer. Then, he is summoned back to his own hometown, Yún Xi—now cursed—to cleanse it of an unknown Red Robe Ghost. But fate had different plans. He did not only uncover the mystery behind the ghost… but also the mystery behind himself. The ghost became this exorcist’s tears, long forgotten how to fall. Their hunting story stays immortal, untold. But his journey to find his identity does not. And that is how he goes where he belongs, but never knew. A part of the System Tearstone realm. [Side novel of V1] [ Release time : Monday & Wednesday Chapters : one chapters per day ( for having other issues & more book . might sometime miss if there is any problem) ] [ Paused updates for the next 3 months. not abandoning you all! just forced to stop for exam. Do not hesitate to follow us. we'll be back surely. Just the situation isn't supporting us. I hope you'll understand♡ ]

His family was slaughtered. His dragons were poisoned. His throne, stolen. Prince Drexo Dragarian was meant to rule Astarous. Instead, he became its most wanted fugitive. But the one who should hate him the most, chose him for love. Maria Woodland. The sister of the man who destroyed his house. The deadliest sword in Snowland. She didn’t just betray her bloodline, she became his greatest weapon. Together, they rise without dragons, carving through kingdoms with steel, strategy, and a love that was never meant to exist. But in a world built on alliances and power, love is a liability. A broken engagement threatens their army. A king rises to crush them. And betrayal begins to grow from within. As war spreads across the nine kingdoms, Drexo must fight for more than a throne. Because the woman who made him unstoppable, might also be the reason he loses everything.

Born the daughter of royalty, Candace Sinclair was once the noble daughter of the formidable Alpha of GraceSpring Pack until her perfect life became a nightmare in one single night. Labeled the offspring of a traitor, she was plunged into a miserable life of shame, scars and utter disgrace and condemned to serve as an omega slave among those who had once bowed to her. However the Moon Goddess wasn’t done with this queen. On the night of the full moon, Candace was rebonded to the beastly triplet Alphas—Alpha Ragnor, Alpha Reign and Alpha Ryker Pendragon, her sworn enemies. The triplets planned to reject her. They would have succeeded… if this wasn’t Candace’s last shot at being mated. Having survived three brutal, excruciating rejections, Candace seized control of her fate at the last minute, forcing them into a bond they never expected with her. That night, the triplets who once loathed her swore to make her life a living hell. But Candace doesn’t care—she will endure every torment if it means uncovering the conspiracy that destroyed her father and plundered her happy family into misery. But Fate is a bastard. Soon, this queen becomes the one obsession they can't escape. The one they crave so desperately they’ll lose their minds just to be buried inside her, until they lose themselves completely.  As cruel truths claw their way to light in this twisted game of love, betrayal, danger and passion, the Pendragon triplets start to see her for who she is—their queen. But Candace is done begging for scraps of their love. She is done being a weak toy in their twisted games. This queen wants them where they belong— groveling on their knees…forever? ~ “Get on your knees." My voice sliced through the room like a serrated knife. Ragnor didn’t hesitate. He sank to the cold stone floor, his knees hitting the ground with a heavy thud that synchronized perfectly with my beating heart. Ryker and Reign followed, their heads bowed, their Alpha pride crumbling at my feet. "We didn’t have a choice, Candace," Ryker groaned, his head bowed so low his forehead nearly touched the tops of my boots.  "Everything we do is a choice, Ryker," I whispered, leaning down. "Since you believed a lie over me, now show me,” I commanded, my voice dropping a lower octave. "Show me exactly how much you're willing to crawl to keep the mate you discarded." "Anything, Daisy," Ragnor choked out, his large, calloused hand reaching for my ankle. His touch sent a traitorous bolt of sparks through my skin, but I didn't budge. He pulled my foot closer, his heat seeping through the silk of my dress. He didn't just kiss it; he buried his face against my boot, breathing in my scent with a hot desperation. I looked down at the three most powerful men in the pack, all of them reduced to rubble before me, and I felt the tears burn behind my eyes. "It's a pity that’ll never be enough,” I said, my voice turning to ice.  "Then break us. Do whatever you have to do, just don't walk out that door. Don’t give up on us," Reign growled, looking up, his brown eyes burning with lust. “We will burn in hell before we let that happen,” I forced a brittle, empty laugh. “Say hello to the devil, he’s no different than the beasts you’ve become after what you put me through,” I pushed Ragnor’s hands away, my touch merciless as I used my knee to shove the other two back.  "I’m done with you all. Go fuck your sweet Didi. I will get my release elsewhere,” I snapped, my voice coming out stronger than I expected especially with their bodies pressed against mine, and their lips sending tingles across my body.  I felt their eyes drilling holes into my back, hotter than a thousand lasers all at once as I strode out. I knew they were watching my retreat, but I didn't turn around to let them see the single, traitorous tear that had finally escaped my guard. I couldn't let them know how much their choices had truly cost me. I was the devil they’d made with each torment. And devils didn't cry.

Eloise’s hand trembled as Damien closed the distance between them. “You know too much,” he said, his voice low yet threatening. “Then give me reason to keep your secret,” Eloise replied, her chin lifting with defiance. She had nothing to lose now with her father gone. Damien’s gaze softened, just enough to keep her confidence alive. “Be mine, Eloise. Only then will both our futures remain intact,” he accepted the proposal. *** Upon her bedridden father’s request, Eloise Wilkins travels to town to stay with her uncle’s family for the season. Whilst Elosie enjoys her stay, she is unaware of her uncle’s plans to steal the money her father has set aside for her to inherit after his death. One fateful night at a ball brings a shocking revelation about her father’s death, and the culprit behind it is someone she least expected. Before her uncle seals her fate, Eloise stumbles into a childhood friend whom she proposes to using a secret he needs to remain hidden to force him accept her offer. With the help of her new husband, could Eloise expose the truth behind her father’s death? … After a reunion with his childhood love, Damien Hawthorne does the unexpected and gets married to the ever-so-cheerful Eloise Wilkins. Damien uses his power to help Eloise expose her family’s deeds and reclaim what belongs to her. Given a second chance with Eloise, Damien doesn’t intend to let her slip between his fingers again.