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I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/u7xrR/599920👑 He was s...
06/08/2026

I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
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👑 He was supposed to be a rebound. Then she found out he’s richer, hotter, and more dangerous than her ex – and he’s not letting her walk away.
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Mira woke up with a hangover, a sore body, and absolutely zero regrets.

The night before was a blur of champagne, fury, and a man whose name she never caught. Tall. Dark. Built like a god who’d fallen to earth and decided to stay.

She’d smashed a wine bottle over her ex-fiancé’s head, then dragged a stranger into a hotel room.

Classy.

But the s*x – God, the s*x – had been so good it almost made up for the last three years of being Rhys Granger’s placeholder.

Almost.

She stretched, reached for the other side of the bed – and found it empty. Cold. A note on the pillow:

“I’m not letting you go.”

No name. No number. Just a threat that sounded like a promise.

She laughed, crumpled the paper, and got dressed. One-night stands were supposed to be anonymous. That was the point.

But when she walked out of the hotel, a black Rolls-Royce was waiting at the curb. The window rolled down.

Him.

“Get in.”

“Who the hell are you?”

He smiled. It didn’t reach his eyes. “Someone who’s been watching you for a long time.”

She should have run. Should have called the police. Instead, she got in the car.

Because something about him – the danger, the intensity, the way he looked at her like she was the only woman in the world – made her want to sin.

His name was Kaelan Vance. Billionaire. Tech mogul. And Rhys Granger’s most hated rival.

“Rhys stole a deal from me three years ago,” Kaelan said, his voice low and cold. “I’ve been waiting for the right moment to destroy him. You’re that moment.”

Mira’s heart pounded. “I’m not a weapon.”

“You’re a woman who was humiliated, betrayed, and discarded by a man who thought you were nothing.” He leaned closer. “That makes you the most dangerous weapon I’ve ever seen.”

He offered her a deal: marry him, and he would give her everything Rhys denied her. Power. Protection. Revenge.

And in return?

She would help him burn Rhys Granger’s empire to the ground.

It was insane. Reckless. The kind of decision that would destroy her family, her reputation, her future.

She said yes.

The wedding was three days later. A private ceremony. No guests. Just a judge, a contract, and Kaelan’s cold kiss.

When her parents found out, her mother screamed. “You married a stranger? A man we’ve never met? Have you lost your mind?”

“No,” Mira said, calm as ice. “I finally found it.”

Rhys showed up at her apartment that night, furious. “You think marrying him will protect you? He’s using you. When he’s done, he’ll throw you away.”

She looked at him – the man who had slapped her, who had cheated with her sister, who had made her feel worthless – and smiled.

“Maybe. But at least he’s never hit me.”

She closed the door in his face.

That night, Kaelan came to her room. Not to claim her – to talk.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said. “The marriage is real, but I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”

Mira looked at him. The man who had watched her from across the hallway. Who had followed her to the club. Who had taken her to bed and made her forget her own name.

“What if I want you to?”

His eyes darkened. “Then I won’t stop.”

She crossed the room. Kissed him. And this time, it wasn’t a reckless one-night stand.

It was a choice.

By morning, she knew two things for certain:

1. She was married to the most dangerous man in Skyline City.
2. She was falling for him.

And Rhys Granger?

He had no idea what was coming.

💍 *She married her ex’s enemy for revenge. Now she’s falling for him – and her ex is about to lose everything.*

📖 *I Slapped My Fiancé – Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis*
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The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/1Hdzsr/863698💎 “My husband stole my father‘...
06/08/2026

The Jilted Ex-Wife Is A Zillionaire
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💎 “My husband stole my father‘s company. My best friend stole my husband. They framed my father for embezzlement and sent him to die in prison. Then they ambushed me at the airport with divorce papers and used my father’s burial plot as leverage. At the funeral, they humiliated me in front of everyone. Now I‘m working as a maid in the hotel where they’re staying. He‘s making me serve him breakfast in bed with his mistress. He thinks I’m broken. He doesn‘t know that I’ve been collecting evidence for months. That I have copies of every financial transaction, every email, every lie. That I‘ve placed a recording device in the presidential suite. He wanted to crush me. He just gave me the keys to his kingdom. The maid is about to become the queen.”
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**THE JILTED EX-WIFE IS A ZILLIONAIRE**

💎 **The divorce papers sat on the seat between them. Julian didn’t even look at her.**

*“Sign them. Or your father doesn‘t get a burial plot.”*

Three years ago, Julian Sinclair had married her for her family’s fortune. Then he framed her father for embezzlement, sent him to prison, and exiled her to Europe. Now he was back, ready to finish the job.

She didn‘t sign. She stepped out of the car and walked away.

---

⚰️ **The church was cold. Her father’s casket gleamed under the stained‑glass windows.**

Then the doors opened. Julian and Janet walked in.

*“Get out!”* she screamed. *“Both of you, get out!”*

Julian shot her one last look of cold disdain and led Janet out. He didn‘t look back.

She had never felt more alone. But she had never felt more determined.

---

🧹 **She refused his money. She took a job as a maid at a luxury hotel.**

Then Julian checked in. He saw her in the hallway, pushing a room service cart.

*“For the duration of my stay, all services for the presidential suite will be handled by her alone.”*

She smiled. *“Of course, Mr. Sinclair. I’ll take excellent care of you.”*

---

📂 **Every morning, she memorized his schedule. Every afternoon, she photographed his documents.**

She found the proof that her father had been framed. She copied everything. She built a case.

---

🔥 **The day Julian announced his engagement to Janet, she walked into the presidential suite.**

*“Congratulations, Mr. Sinclair.”*

She set down the champagne. Then she pulled out her phone and played the recording.

His face went white.

*“You—”*

*“I have copies,”* she said. *“With the FBI. With the IRS. With every major news outlet.”*

She smiled. *“You wanted to crush me. But you forgot one thing. I’m a Hayes. And Hayeses don‘t break. They wait.”*

---

👑 **The maid is not a victim. She is an avenger.**

**And the CEO who threw her away is about to learn that you don’t cage a woman who has nothing left to lose.**

*To be continued…*
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Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/1EgQVh/863676⚖️ He laughe...
06/08/2026

Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns
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⚖️ He laughed when I asked for a divorce. “You’re a purchased asset,” he said. “You can’t survive without me.” Three days later, I owned his company.
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“You want a divorce?”

Hakeem Graves laughed. Actually laughed. He was standing in their penthouse bedroom, loosening his tie after another night at the hospital – except he hadn’t been at Lily’s bedside.

He’d been with Erlinda. And Chloe. The healthy little girl who got Lily’s bone marrow.

Calleigh stood by the window, her hands steady despite the rage boiling in her chest. “Yes. I want a divorce.”

Hakeem walked toward her. He was taller, broader, used to intimidating everyone in his path.

“You dropped out of college to marry me. You haven’t worked a day in four years. You think you can survive in Manhattan without my name? You couldn’t afford a studio apartment.”

He reached out, grabbed her chin, forced her to look at him.

“Remember the dowry my family paid the Gilliams when we got married? You’re a purchased asset, Calleigh. You don’t get to walk away.”

She didn’t flinch.

“I’ll leave with nothing. I don’t want your money.”

“Good,” he sneered. “Because you won’t get any.”

He turned and walked to the guest bedroom. The door slammed.

Calleigh stood in the dark, her reflection ghostly in the window.

He thought she was nothing. A college dropout. A broke housewife. A desperate mother clinging to a rich man’s name.

He had no idea.

Four years ago, she had been Calleigh Vance. Heiress to the Vance Global empire. Her father, Arthur Vance, was the most powerful corporate magnate in North America.

She had walked away from it all to marry Hakeem. Because she loved him. Because he promised to cherish her.

Instead, he called her an asset.

She pulled out her phone. The number was still saved. She hadn’t called it in four years.

“Dad.”

A pause. Then a broken voice: “Calleigh?”

“I’m ready to come home.”

“What about –”

“He doesn’t deserve me. He never did.”

Her father’s voice hardened. “Tell me everything. Then tell me who needs to burn.”

She told him. The bone marrow. The mistress. The slap. The step back when Lily reached for him.

When she finished, her father said only: “Give me three days.”

Three days.

Calleigh packed a single bag. She took Lily – pale, weak, but still fighting – and walked out of the penthouse.

No note. No goodbye.

She checked into a private medical suite owned by Vance Global. The best doctors in the world were waiting. Within hours, Lily had a new bone marrow match – found through Vance’s private registry, funded by billions.

On the third day, the Graves family held their annual elite banquet. It was the event of the season. Everyone who was anyone in New York attended.

Hakeem wore a new suit. Erlinda wore diamonds. Chloe wore a white dress and a smile.

They expected Calleigh to come back. Begging. Broken.

Instead, the doors opened.

Calleigh walked in. Not in a borrowed dress. In a floor-length black gown that had been designed for her by a couture house that didn’t take orders from anyone.

Behind her, Arthur Vance.

The room went silent.

Hakeem’s father, old Marcus Graves, dropped his wine glass. “Arthur… what is this?”

Arthur didn’t answer him. He walked past every Graves family member, every business partner, every senator and judge in the room.

He stopped in front of Calleigh.

And bowed.

“Welcome back to the throne, Madam.”

Calleigh turned to face the crowd.

“For those who don’t know me,” she said, her voice carrying through the silent hall, “I am Calleigh Vance. Heiress to the Vance Global empire. Four years ago, I left my fortune to marry Hakeem Graves, because I believed in love.”

She looked at her husband. His face was gray.

“He called me a purchased asset. He let his mistress steal my daughter’s bone marrow. He stepped back when my child reached for him.”

Her voice didn’t shake.

“As of this morning, Vance Global has acquired a controlling interest in Graves Holdings. Your company is mine, Hakeem. Your board answers to me. And your marriage?”

She held up divorce papers.

“Already filed.”

Erlinda screamed. “You can’t do this!”

Calleigh looked at her. “I can do anything. I’m a Vance. And you’re going to prison for bribing a hospital. The FBI is waiting outside.”

Two agents stepped into the room.

Hakeem grabbed Calleigh’s arm. “Please –”

She looked down at his hand. Then at his face.

“You should have come to the hospital, Hakeem. You should have held your daughter. You should have been a father.”

She pulled her arm free.

“Now you get to watch from the outside as I raise her without you.”

She turned and walked out. Arthur Vance followed. Behind her, she heard Hakeem’s mother sobbing, his father shouting, Erlinda being handcuffed.

She didn’t look back.

In the car, Lily woke up. “Mommy? Are we going home?”

Calleigh kissed her forehead. “Yes, baby. We’re going home.”

And for the first time in four years, she meant it.

👑 *He thought she was nothing. She was the heir to an empire. And he just lost everything.*

📖 *Sir, She’s Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns*
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A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD 💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/hoGkH/890934📱 On the night she tried to end it all,...
06/08/2026

A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD
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📱 On the night she tried to end it all, a stranger texted: “I’m watching you.” Now she’s married to a mafia lord – and the watcher is closer than she thinks.
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Victoria Washington’s life ended twice in one week.

First, when she found her fiancé in bed with her sister. Second, when her family forced her to marry a mafia lord she’d never met.

But the real moment everything changed was on the bridge.

She was going to drive off. End the pain. The betrayal. The humiliation.

Then her phone buzzed. Unknown number.

“I’m watching you. Don’t even think about it.”

She didn’t know who sent it. Didn’t know how they knew where she was. But those words stopped her.

The wedding happened two days later. St. Louis Catholic Church in Russia. The largest church in the city. Victoria wore a Valentino gown and a veil that hid her trembling.

The Volkov family filled the pews – men in black suits, women dripping diamonds, an atmosphere of power and danger.

At the altar, Vincenzo Volkov didn’t look at her. His back was straight, his suit perfect. He smelled of expensive cologne and something darker – like a predator waiting to strike.

When the priest declared them husband and wife, Vincenzo lifted her veil. His eyes were black ice.

“I’ll make you regret ever setting foot here.”

The kiss was brief. Cold. A threat disguised as tradition.

Afterward, his twin brother Lorenzo grinned. “I can’t believe my twin brother is married! You’re gorgeous – hi, I’m the better half.”

His mother, Gabby, was warm. His father, Roberto, welcomed her. Nikolai and Cassandra – the first son and his famous wife – nodded politely.

But Vincenzo didn’t speak to her. Didn’t look at her. On the two‑hour drive to the Volkov estate, he sat in silence like she didn’t exist.

The estate was a fortress. Gated. Guarded. Armed men at every checkpoint. A mansion so large it took minutes just to drive from the gate to the front door.

When they arrived, Vincenzo walked off to greet the staff without a word. A maid led Victoria inside.

“Welcome to the Volkov family, Mrs. Victoria.”

She followed, heart pounding. The halls were opulent – marble floors, chandeliers, paintings worth millions. But it felt like a gilded cage.

Her room was lavish. Silk sheets. Fresh flowers. A closet full of clothes she didn’t choose.

She sat on the bed and pulled out her phone.

No new messages.

But someone had been watching her that night on the bridge. Someone had stopped her from jumping.

Who?

One of the Volkovs? A rival? A stranger?

She didn’t know. But she knew one thing: she wasn’t alone. And whoever it was, they wanted her alive.

That night, Vincenzo didn’t come to her room. The maids whispered that he never would – that he hated this marriage, hated her, and would make her life hell.

But as Victoria lay in the dark, her phone buzzed once.

Unknown number.

“Sleep well, little bride. Tomorrow, the real game begins.”

She clutched the phone to her chest.

She had married a man who wanted to destroy her. But someone else wanted to protect her.

And in the Volkov empire, that made her the most dangerous piece on the board.

🕵️‍♀️ *She doesn’t know who’s watching. She doesn’t know why. But the mafia lord who hates her is about to find out – his bride has a guardian angel with teeth.*

📖 *A BRIDE FOR THE MAFIA LORD*
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My Luna, My Child, My Curse💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/1GUfPJ/862338🌑 “The golden eyes stared up at me fro...
06/08/2026

My Luna, My Child, My Curse
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🌑 “The golden eyes stared up at me from the hospital bassinet. Not brown. Not blue. Gold. Like molten fire. The nurse gasped. ‘What is that?’ I pulled him close. ‘He’s perfect.’ But he wasn‘t perfect to them. He was an abomination. The pack elders called a secret meeting. My father, who had already disowned me, sent a message: ’The child carries the mark of the cursed bloodline. He must be destroyed.‘ I fled that night. I took my son and ran. For five years, I lived in the shadows. I changed towns. Changed names. Changed everything except the one thing I couldn’t change: Vennen‘s eyes. The gold eyes were a legend. A myth. The elders whispered that a child born with gold eyes would either save the wolf kind or destroy it. The father of my son was Alpha Valentin—the most powerful wolf in the region. His eyes were amber. Not gold. Where did the gold come from? I started digging. Old texts. Forgotten prophecies. Hidden libraries. What I found terrified me.”
📕:
**MY LUNA, MY CHILD, MY CURSE**

🌑 **The golden eyes stared up at me from the hospital bassinet. Not brown. Not blue. Gold. Like molten fire.**

The nurse gasped. *“What is that? I’ve never seen—”*

*“He‘s mine,”* I said, pulling him close. *“He’s perfect.”*

But he wasn‘t perfect to them. He was an abomination. The pack elders called a secret meeting. My father, who had already disowned me, sent a message: *“The child carries the mark of the cursed bloodline. He must be destroyed.”*

I fled that night. I took my son and ran.

---

📜 **For five years, I lived in the shadows. I changed towns. Changed names. Changed everything except the one thing I couldn’t change: Vennen‘s eyes.**

He was beautiful. Smart. Fierce. But every time a stranger looked at him too long, I felt the panic rise.

The golden eyes were a legend. A myth. The elders whispered that a child born with gold eyes would either save the wolf kind or destroy it.

The father of my son was Alpha Valentin—the most powerful wolf in the region. His eyes were amber. Not gold. Where did the gold come from?

I started digging. Old texts. Forgotten prophecies. Hidden libraries.

What I found terrified me.

---

🔮 **The gold eyes were not a mutation. They were a return.**

Centuries ago, the first Lycan King had eyes of molten gold. He was the most powerful creature to ever walk the earth. He united the packs. He built the laws. He ruled for a thousand years.

Then he disappeared. No one knew where he went. No one knew if he died or simply… left.

But the prophecy said he would return. Reborn. In the bloodline of his greatest enemies.

The Lycan King‘s bloodline had been scattered. Mixed. Diluted. But every few generations, a child was born with the mark—the golden eyes—and that child was destined to either unite the packs again or tear them apart.

Valentin’s family had been hunting for that child for years. They didn‘t know they had already fathered him.

---

🩸 **The night I conceived Vennen wasn’t an accident. It was a setup.**

Someone drugged both of us. Someone wanted a child with Valentin‘s bloodline—and mine. The heiress of the Silvermoon Pack carried the other half of the prophecy. Together, our blood would awaken the Lycan King’s power.

Vennen wasn‘t just my son. He was the key to a war that had been brewing for a thousand years.

And the people who had set us up were still out there. Watching. Waiting.

---

🔥 **I stopped running. I stopped hiding.**

I drove back to Valentin’s territory. I walked into his estate with Vennen by my side.

His guards tried to stop me. I looked them in the eye and said, *“Tell your Alpha that the mother of his son is here. And if he doesn‘t see me, I’ll burn this house down with every secret inside it.”*

Valentin met me in his study. His golden‑amber eyes flicked to Vennen. Then back to me.

*“You have nerve,”* he said.

*“I have proof.”*

I handed him the file. The prophecies. The bloodline records. The evidence that someone had drugged us both.

He read in silence. His jaw tightened. His hands shook.

*“Who?”*

*“I don’t know yet. But I‘m going to find out.”*

He looked at Vennen. The boy stared back, unafraid.

*“He has my eyes,”* Valentin whispered.

*“No,”* I said. *“He has his own.”*

---

👑 **That night, Valentin didn’t throw us out. He gave us a room. He gave us protection.**

He didn‘t claim us. Not yet. But he didn’t deny us either.

The prophecy was unfolding. The golden eyes were waking up. And the war that had been sleeping for a thousand years was about to begin.

I didn‘t know if Valentin would stand with me. I didn’t know if my family would ever accept me.

But I knew one thing: I would protect my son. No matter what.

And if the prophecy was true—if Vennen was destined to unite the packs or destroy them—then I would make sure he chose wisely.

Because the curse wasn‘t his eyes.

The curse was the people who would try to use him.

And I would destroy every last one of them.

---

🔥 **The rejected Luna is no one’s pawn. The abandoned mother is a warrior.**

**And the child with golden eyes will change the world.**

*To be continued…*
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Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/1DnkoP/741048👑 “The Barnes fam...
06/08/2026

Flash Marriage to the Tycoon, I'm Spoiled Rotten
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👑 “The Barnes family looked down on me. They called me an orphan with no future. They said I wasn‘t good enough for their son. They had no idea that I was Drift—the anonymous painter whose work sold for millions. They had no idea that I was a top hacker and a tech genius. And they definitely had no idea that the most powerful tycoon in the city was about to make me his wife. When they saw me walk into their exclusive club with Henry Watson on my arm, their faces went white. They tried to apologize. I just smiled. ‘You had your chance. You threw it away. Now watch me rise.’”
📕:
**FLASH MARRIAGE TO THE TYCOON, I‘M SPOILED ROTTEN**

👑 **The Barnes family thought I was desperate. They thought I would beg to marry their son.**

They were wrong.

I had no interest in their money. I had no interest in their name. I had no interest in any of them.

Because I was Drift. The anonymous painter whose work had sold for millions. The top hacker who could break into any system. The tech genius that Samuel Owen was begging to partner with.

And they didn’t know any of it.

---

💔 **At Sophia Barnes‘s birthday party at Enclave Club, they humiliated me in front of everyone.**

*“You really don’t understand your position, do you?”* her mother sneered. *“We already gave your family five hundred thousand. That matter is settled. My son will never marry someone like you!”*

Sophia crossed her arms. *“Even if you showed up here, my brother isn‘t even in the country. You won’t get the chance to throw yourself at him.”*

Walter Barnes, the patriarch, stepped forward. *“If you stir up trouble here and make us look bad, don‘t expect it to go well for you.”*

I stood there, cold and steady. *“Do you all struggle to understand what I’m saying? I don‘t care about any of you. I came here to end the engagement, not to beg for it.”*

They didn’t believe me. They never did.

Then Jaycob Wells, the club manager, walked up to me. *“Miss Harvey, we‘ve been waiting for you. Everything’s ready. Please come in.”*

The Barnes family froze. The manager himself had come out to greet me. Their faces went pale.

I didn‘t look back.

---

🎨 **Inside, I met with Samuel Owen. I handed him a flash drive with restored data for his tech project.**

That was when I saw him. Henry Watson. CEO of Genesis Group. The most powerful man in the city.

He was the stranger from the hotel. The one I had spent the night with. The one I had left a check for.

And he was staring right at me.

*“We meet again,”* he said.

My heart pounded, but I kept my composure. *“We only ran into each other once. I didn’t know who he was back then.”*

He didn‘t add anything. But I knew—he wasn’t letting me go this time.

---

📄 **The next day, his assistant showed up at my dorm with a contract.**

*“Marriage. Two years. In name only.”*

*“Why me?”*

*“Because someone set us up. Because whoever did it is watching. And because the Barnes family will choke on their own arrogance when they see you wearing my ring.”*

I signed.

---

💍 **The wedding was quiet. No guests. No flowers. Just a judge and his signature.**

The news didn‘t break until a week later. When the Barnes family saw it, they called me, screaming. *“You tricked him! He doesn’t know who you really are!”*

I laughed. *“He knows exactly who I am. He just doesn‘t care about your opinion.”*

Sophia’s voice cracked. *“You‘ll ruin him.”*

*“No,”* I said. *“I’ll make him stronger. And you? You‘ll watch from the outside.”*

I hung up.

---

👑 **The orphan they discarded is now a tycoon’s wife.**

**And the family that looked down on her is begging for a second chance.**

**Too late.**

*To be continued…*
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Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/1GGJi1/861073👑 He is the Alpha King...
06/08/2026

Alpha's Regret: The Hybrid's Royal Contract
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👑 He is the Alpha King. She thinks he’s a worthless pl***oy. And he just signed a marriage contract that makes her his – forever.
📕:
Dominic Wolfe has made three Alpha councils kneel with a raised eyebrow.

He has crushed rebellions before breakfast and hunted enemies across borders.

He is the last awakened Lycan royal bloodline in North America.

And for three years, he has watched Elara Park from the shadows.

The first time he saw her, she was laughing at something Zack Blackwood said. Her scent hit him like a storm – bergamot and rain, clean and defiant. His wolf slammed against his ribs so hard he nearly shifted in public.

But she was already bonded to another.

So he waited. He told himself he was protecting her.

His wolf called him a liar for three years.

Now fate has delivered her into his suite with a marriage contract and a bruised heart.

She came looking for Damian Sterling – the worthless second son. She thought she was making a cold business deal. Marriage in name only. Separate lives. Divorce after one year.

Dominic signed without hesitation.

His Beta, Owen, almost choked over the mindlink. [Alpha, she thinks she married Damian Sterling?]

[Yes.]

[Why didn’t you correct her?]

[Because she would have stabbed me with the contract pen and escaped through a window.]

Owen sounded pained. [That is… not impossible.]

The council has been breathing down Dominic’s neck for months. “You are thirty,” the Chief Elder said. “You are the only awakened Lycan royal. If you die without an heir, the royal line dies with you.”

They sent women. Fertility arrangements. Bloodline charts.

Dominic refused them all.

Now his wolf paces inside him, furious and delighted. [Mine.]

[Not yet.]

[She is wounded. Another male rejected her. He touched what was ours and threw her away.]

Dominic’s jaw clenches so hard the muscle jumps.

He knows.

He knows that Zack Blackwood took her body and then rejected their fated bond. He knows that her mother is using her father’s inheritance as leverage. He knows that she believes she has no power, no future, no one in her corner.

She is wrong.

For three years, he has protected her from a distance. He has crushed men who looked at her wrong. He has made sure the worst wolves stayed away from her.

Now she has walked into his arms and signed her name next to his.

The contract says one year.

Dominic has no intention of letting her go.

And when she finally learns the truth – that her “worthless pl***oy” husband is the Alpha King, the most powerful wolf in the world – she will have two choices: run, or stay.

He will not let her run.

🔥 *The Alpha King has been hunting his mate for three years. She just signed the trap herself.*

📖 *Alpha’s Regret: The Hybrid’s Royal Contract*
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Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/1HVeC5/892409💍 She was sold to a dying bil...
06/08/2026

Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband
💥Full story in:https://eng.moboreader.com/1HVeC5/892409
💍 She was sold to a dying billionaire as a “life force bride.” She thought he was a vegetable. Then she climbed into his bed – and he opened his eyes.
📕:
Aria Foster signed her name on a marriage contract she never wanted.

Her adoptive father, Keith, had her trapped. Her grandmother’s life support would be cut off tomorrow unless she agreed. The Sinclair family – one of the most powerful dynasties in New York – needed a desperate, disposable girl to marry their comatose heir.

Hadley Sinclair had been in a vegetative state for five years after a brutal car accident. The family’s fortune tellers claimed a “life force connection” might wake him.

Aria was the sacrifice.

She was shoved into a dusty closet in the north wing, treated like a servant by the stepmother Vivian, and mocked by the housekeeper.

But Aria wasn’t the helpless girl they expected.

She calmly threatened Vivian with lawyers and a public scandal. She demanded the master suite. And she won.

That night, exhausted and alone, she climbed into the massive bed beside her comatose husband.

“You’re basically a very expensive, very handsome body pillow,” she whispered before falling asleep.

What she didn’t know: Hadley Sinclair wasn’t unconscious.

He had been awake for years. Aware of every conversation. Every argument. Every humiliating scheme his family cooked up.

And now, this strange woman was sleeping in his bed, calling him a pillow.

His eyes opened in the darkness. Sharp. Intelligent. Burning with cold fury – and something else. Curiosity.

He studied her face. The dark circles. The defiant set of her jaw even in sleep.

The game had just changed.

But Aria had secrets too.

Her “underground contact” had sent her a message: the Sinclairs had stolen her antique locket – the only clue to her true identity. They cut off her funds to force her into this trap.

And while bathing Hadley, she noticed something the doctors missed: a subtle blue tint on his nail beds. A dangerously slow pulse.

He wasn’t just in a coma from a car crash.

Someone in this sprawling mansion was actively, slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin.

They stole her past to drag her here. Then they planned to murder the man she was supposed to save.

But Aria had skills they didn’t know about. She ground up a homemade antidote from kitchen herbs.

“I’m going to wake you up,” she whispered, slipping the paste into his mouth.

She didn’t know he was already awake – and watching her.

She didn’t know that her “vegetable” husband was the most dangerous man in New York, feigning death to expose his enemies.

And she definitely didn’t know that she had just become his most valuable ally.

🔪 *She came to save her grandmother. She found a tycoon who was never asleep – and a conspiracy that would burn an empire.*

📖 *Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband*
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