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1	Hockey Romance \| His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius Read Novel Online \| Aurelia and Declan	2026-10-09	189	2	1
2	📚 Brilliance Unmasked: The Cold-Blooded Tycoon Wants His Vengeful Queen 🖋 by Renard Jendrock ⭐️Main character: Arabella Stanley and Asher Gordon 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/QRFOSf 💥Highlights: Arabella, a state-trained prodigy, won freedom after seven brutal years. Back home, she found her aunt basking in her late parents' mansion while her twin sister scrounged for scraps. Fury ignited her genius. She gutted the aunt's business overnight and enrolled in her sister's school, crushing the bullies. When cynics sneered at her "plain background," a prestigious family claimed her and the national lab hailed her. Reporters swarmed, influencers swooned, and jealous rivals watched their fortunes crumble. Even Asher-the rumored ruthless magnate-softened, murmuring, "Fixed your mess-now be mine." 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙👉 https://go.moboreader.com/QRFOSf Chapter 1 Welcome Home "You've weathered countless storms over the years. Welcome home, Arabella." At the celebratory dinner, a young man in a perfectly tailored suit found himself unwilling to look away from Arabella Stanley. She possessed an otherworldly beauty, her sharp features sculpted with precision and wrapped in an aura of cool detachment. Her piercing eyes revealed nothing of her inner thoughts, and when she spoke, her voice carried the same arctic chill. "I'm leaving now." Joshua Willis, the young man, seized the moment without hesitation. "Allow me to drive you home." Arabella offered no resistance. The car glided through the night. The city lights blurred past as Joshua stole glances at her profile. "When do you plan to return to the company? Our empire continues to flourish." Their partnership had begun years ago through a chance project, and Joshua had witnessed Arabella's brilliance firsthand. He had persuaded her to join forces, and together they had forged a company that now dominated the entire industry. Arabella maintained her measured tone. "I'll decide when the time feels right. For now, I simply want to reach home." "Understood completely. You must be eager to reunite with Daisy. She's undoubtedly thriving. I've been directing all the premium projects to your aunt's husband throughout these years." Joshua's grin widened as he angled for recognition. Arabella and her twin sister Daisy Stanley had lost their parents at the tender age of six, and their aunt Meagan Tucker had stepped in to care for them both. Arabella acknowledged him with a subtle nod. "I appreciate that." Her delicate fingers found the cherry blossom pendant resting against her throat, clicking it open to reveal a treasured photograph of herself and Daisy. Arabella's expression remained stoic in the image, but Daisy's smile blazed with pure joy. Studying her sister's radiant face, Arabella felt an unfamiliar warmth soften her features. After their parents' tragic death, Arabella and Daisy had become each other's entire world. Daisy had always been their family's ray of sunshine, illuminating every room she entered. At twelve, Arabella had been handpicked by the government for a classified operation that consumed seven years of her life. Now that the mission had concluded, she could finally return to Daisy. She had forwarded nearly every government paycheck to her sister, ensuring Daisy lived in comfort and security. Joshua's eyes widened in amazement as he witnessed Arabella's smile. The legendary ice queen was actually smiling? His curiosity about Arabella's sister intensified dramatically. The car approached an upscale residential community, where each house boasted its own meticulously maintained garden. The vehicle glided to a stop in front of a house. This was the home Arabella's parents had bequeathed to them, now shared between Meagan and Daisy. The estate glowed with warm light, alive with the sound of cheerful laughter. Daisy seemed to be flourishing beautifully. With that thought in mind, Arabella preserved her gentle smile as she crossed into the front yard. A weathered doghouse sat in the corner of the property. Someone knelt beside it in the shadows. Through the dim evening light, Arabella couldn't distinguish the person's features, but she watched them scooping food directly from the bowl placed on the ground. Why would someone be eating beside the doghouse? Concern creased her brow as Arabella approached cautiously. The figure appeared startled and scrambled quickly into the doghouse. Arabella's bewilderment deepened. Then a soft, trembling voice drifted from within the shelter. "Please don't strike me again. I won't make any mistakes. I'll be so much more careful..." That voice belonged to Daisy. Arabella's heart shattered instantly. She lunged forward, pulling the figure from the doghouse. Even in the pale moonlight, she recognized her beloved sister immediately. Daisy stared back, her eyes swimming with disbelief. "You..." she breathed, as though she feared her mind was playing cruel tricks on her. "Daisy, is that truly you?" Arabella's voice trembled with disbelief. When Daisy nodded weakly, a glacial fury erupted within Arabella, her eyes igniting with volcanic rage. "Bella..." Daisy whispered, still trapped in shock. "You've actually come back?" The moment felt impossibly surreal to Daisy, like a vision conjured from desperate longing. Arabella, sensing something terribly wrong, reached out to touch Daisy's forehead. Her skin burned with fever. Before Arabella could process this discovery, Daisy crumpled into her arms like a broken doll. Arabella cradled her sister, whose body felt heartbreakingly frail and ice-cold despite the raging fever consuming her. Arabella's heart crystallized into something harder than diamond. The front door of the house suddenly burst open with violent force. "Daisy, you worthless creature! It's been several minutes, and you're still not finished eating? Get inside immediately and wash those dishes!" Meagan's voice sliced through the night air like a blade. Arabella pivoted slowly, her predatory gaze locking onto her target. Meagan had transformed dramatically over the years. Once haggard and perpetually exhausted, she now radiated wealth and privilege, adorned in an expensive designer coat and gleaming jewelry that caught the porch light, presenting herself as the very embodiment of refined elegance. Meagan's blood turned to ice under Arabella's lethal stare. "You... Arabella? When did you arrive?" "What have you done to her?" Arabella advanced with calculated steps, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper. Meagan instinctively retreated, unsettled by the predatory intensity burning in Arabella's eyes. But she quickly rallied her confidence, reminding herself that Arabella was still just a young woman. She twisted her lips into a cruel sneer. "Daisy shattered a dish, so I administered appropriate punishment. You've been absent for years. Do you possess any understanding of how challenging life has been here? I never allowed her to starve or sleep without shelter. If you weren't my brother's daughters, I wouldn't have wasted my time with either of you." In one fluid motion, Arabella's hand shot out and seized Meagan by the throat, her expression transforming into something carved from arctic stone. Meagan gasped desperately, clawing at Arabella's iron grip. "Let... me... go..." "This is my house," Arabella declared, her voice carrying the finality of a death sentence, her eyes radiating lethal intent. "You forced Daisy to perform menial labor. You made her sleep in that doghouse like an animal. You possess remarkable audacity, Meagan." In the warm light streaming from the house, Arabella finally saw what Daisy had been consuming. It was the leftover food. Holding her sister, who felt as weightless as a dying bird and appeared ghostly pale and utterly drained, Arabella felt her heart shatter into countless pieces. Her precious sister had endured this nightmare! "Meagan," Arabella said, her voice saturated with deadly promise, "when you moved into our home, you swore a sacred oath that you would care for Daisy." Meagan bristled at Arabella's bold use of her first name, the disrespect cutting deep. But she shrank backward when she witnessed the murderous gleam dancing in Arabella's eyes. Arabella had always been fundamentally different from other children. She was cold and fearlessly bold. When Arabella had lived here, Meagan had performed the role of a dutiful aunt, though barely meeting even the lowest standards. But the moment Arabella departed, Meagan had seized absolute control, systematically crushing the gentle-spirited Daisy beneath her cruel authority. She had never imagined Arabella would return to witness her crimes. "I did take care of Daisy! She made a mistake, so I disciplined her accordingly. What's so terrible about that?" Meagan's words died in her throat as Arabella's grip tightened mercilessly, making her feel as though death itself was reaching for her soul. "Arabella?" The violent commotion finally drew the attention of the people inside. Meagan's husband and daughter noticed the deadly confrontation unfolding at their door. Through the wide open front door, Arabella observed them living luxuriously in a spacious and magnificently decorated villa, with a table overflowing with exquisite delicacies. The people inside wore expensive clothing that spoke of comfort and abundance. Meanwhile, Daisy had been sleeping in a doghouse, consuming leftovers. Arabella's eyes burned with unshed tears as the devastating truth crashed over her with overwhelming force. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/QRFOSf #moboreader #sweetromance #bookstagram #booklover #romance #romancenovels #Modern #Agegap	2026-10-04	78	1	0
3	#ad Google Play Play Fest is live, and MoboReader is joining the party. 📚 From 10/13 to 10/19, get 50% extra value on campaign recharge tiers — a limited exclusive offer for Play Fest. More chapters, less waiting. Get MoboReader on Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.changdu.ereader Available in select markets. Terms apply. #GoPlay #GooglePartner #MoboReader #PlayFest #GooglePlay	2026-10-14	53	2	0
4	📚 Rejected Fiancée, Billionaire's Precious Wife 🖋 by BEST ⭐️Main character: Natalie and Sebastian 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/bSfVZR 💥Highlights: Natalie thought she had endured it all: abandonment, humiliation, the quiet contempt of a family that had never really wanted her. But the day she discovered the betrayal of the man she loved-in the arms of her sister-her heart broke into pieces she could never put back together. Cornered, with no way out, she was forced to accept an arranged marriage-an union with Sebastian, a man said to be a failure, with no future and not even worth talking about. To everyone, Natalie was the sacrifice, doomed to a dull and unremarkable life. Yet, behind the cold façade of this marriage lay a dangerous, enigmatic man, and behind Natalie's gentleness, a strength no one had ever recognized. Amid pretense, humiliation, and an irresistible but forbidden pull, the roles began to shift. When the truth finally came to light, those who had broken her would realize, when it was far too late, that they had given their power to the one woman who could destroy them. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙👉 https://go.moboreader.com/bSfVZR Chapter 1 "I gave you every part of me. Why won't you just leave Natalie?" the woman murmured, her voice ragged with desire. Half-naked, she straddled the man beneath her, their breaths mingling in the charged air. "Don't say her name during sex," he rasped, his hands gripping her hips with a rough, fevered intensity. A bitter, frustrated laugh escaped her. "You have to be kidding me. She's nothing special. She isn't even my real family—just some stray we took in." The man said nothing, his answer delivered not in words but in the driving force of his body. The bed groaned under their combined weight, their breaths colliding in a storm of raw physicality. On the other side of the door, Natalie Quinn stood frozen. Her fingers trembled on the handle. Bile rose in her throat as muffled moans sliced through the corridor's oppressive silence. She had just come home from the hospital. Hannah, the woman who had cared for her since her childhood, was battling end-stage cirrhosis. Three months ago, the doctors had declared a transplant her only hope. Since then, Natalie had been working herself to the bone, scrambling to raise the money for the operation. And now this. Her sister—Cassie—was in bed with the man she loved. Her entire world was shattering. "Do you hear me, Steve?" Cassie hissed, her eyes burning with impatience as she struck his bare chest. "You decide tonight. It's her or me!" The door flew open as Natalie kicked it in. Her icy gaze landed on the couple tangled in the sheets. "No need to choose," she said, her voice deceptively calm, yet sharp enough to cut. "You can keep him." Beneath that veneer of indifference, her heart was splintering, a scream building in her chest. Steve Carter—her college classmate, the man she had loved since they were students. An image flashed in her mind: the campus courtyard, the day he'd proposed in front of everyone. He had promised her forever, and she, blushing, had accepted. The sound of the crowd's applause still echoed in her memory. Now, it was just another cruel joke. Her fists clenched, nails digging into her palms. Rage and pain blurred into a single, searing wave. Steve shoved Cassie away and scrambled to his feet, fumbling for his pants. Cassie stumbled, nearly falling before righting herself, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She couldn't stand this. After months of effort to seduce the wealthy, sought-after man, her adoptive sister was stealing her moment. Natalie. The family's eternal outsider, the foundling they barely tolerated. "Who do you think you are?" Cassie spat, clutching the blanket to her chest. "You think you're dumping him? Wake up! He's the one who threw you away, you pathetic fool!" She whipped her head toward Steve, a taunt in her eyes. "Tell her, Steve. Tell her what you just told me!" Steve remained silent. It had all been a mistake—a moment of weakness. Cassie had come onto him, provoked him, and he hadn't been strong enough to resist. Drowning in shame, he stepped forward and reached for Natalie's hand. "Forgive me, Natalie... I didn't mean to... I don't know what came over me." She stared at him, her eyes swimming with unshed tears, but her gaze was glacial. Nothing could make her go back. What he had broken was irreparable. Natalie gently pulled her hand from his grasp, her voice trembling but resolute. "I'm sorry, Steve. Everything about you and Cassie disgusts me. You're perfect for each other. We're done." Cassie froze, stunned. Steve looked like he was about to collapse, but Natalie showed no sign of grief. A cold light hardened her eyes. What coursed through her wasn't pain, but an icy fury—the anger of hope being extinguished without a flicker. Cassie had always taken pleasure in stealing what Natalie loved—childhood toys, their parents' attention, and now, the man she was supposed to marry. Over the years, Natalie had grown used to it. She had other priorities now. Hannah, the only real family she had, was fading with each passing day. As she turned to leave, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. "What now, at this hour?" she murmured to herself. The footsteps grew closer, and then George Quinn, followed by his wife Lauren Duncan, burst into the room. When George saw Cassie wrapped in a duvet, clearly naked underneath, he froze for a beat before his face contorted with rage. "Cassie!" he roared. "You're engaged! How dare you disgrace yourself with another man?" With a calculated sob, Cassie threw herself into her adoptive father's arms, her eyes red and her jaw tight. For years, the Quinns and the Kleins had an arrangement to marry their children. But Cassie's intended was an illegitimate son, cast out by his own family and living in poverty. Arrogant and ambitious, Cassie couldn't stand the thought of being tied to him. "I'm pregnant," she announced, her voice ringing with defiance as she pointed at Steve. "I'm carrying his child. There's no way I'm marrying someone else." The color drained from Steve's face. The revelation stole his breath. Could their few nights together have actually led to this? "This is madness!" George thundered. "You'll marry a Klein—I don't care which one!" He was seething with shame. How could he possibly explain this scandal to the Klein family? Lauren stepped forward, her tone gentle but firm. She had always defended her daughter, turning a blind eye to her every fault. "George, calm down," she said, lifting her chin. "Why put this all on Cassie? Natalie is part of this family, too. She can marry the Klein son in Cassie's place." Silence descended, thick and heavy. The words struck Natalie like a physical blow. George and Lauren had been childless for the first few years of their marriage and, pressured by their elders, had adopted her. A few years later, Lauren finally gave birth to Cassie. From that day on, Natalie became a shadow in the house—a living reminder of Lauren's past infertility and a constant target for her resentment. Yet Natalie had surpassed Cassie in everything: her studies, her behavior, her reputation. The more Natalie shone, the more Lauren hated her. "You promised Cassie to the Klein family, not me!" Natalie shot back, her voice sharp. "Why should I have to pay for her mistakes?" A cruel smile twisted Lauren's lips. "We fed you, housed you, and raised you. It's time you returned the favor. Hannah needs that operation, doesn't she? If you marry that boy, we'll pay for all of it." A look of malicious triumph spread across Cassie's face. Rage surged in Natalie's throat, hot and suffocating. But the doctor's warning echoed in her mind: without treatment, Hannah didn't have long. And as a recent graduate with no money, there was nothing she could do to save her. Hannah, the Quinns' old housekeeper, had been more than a maid to her. She was the only person in the world who had ever truly loved her. She couldn't let her die. Lauren placed a hand on her shoulder in a gesture of false tenderness. "You have to marry someone eventually. Why not now? The moment the ceremony is over, you'll have the money." Natalie's legs nearly gave way. The weight of their stares pressed down on her. She thought of Hannah, of her shallow breaths and her wrinkled, gentle hands. Tears welled in her eyes, blurring the faces of her tormentors. Her voice was a broken whisper when she finally spoke. "Fine... I'll marry him." 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/bSfVZR #moboreader #sweetromance #bookstagram #booklover #romance #romancenovels #Modern #Betrayal #Drama #R18+ #Rivalinlove #Sibling	2026-10-17	52	0	0
5	📚 She Returned With The CEO's Hidden Heir 🖋 by C.D ⭐️Main character: Jeanne Lawrence and Edward Cygne 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/jiPIWc 💥Highlights: "What do you really know about betrayal? Probably nothing, or barely anything at all. Me? I lived it." At eighteen, she lost everything in a single day. The one whose love had seemed certain averted his eyes, not even trying to save her. She was shunned without a word, without a chance to defend herself. She vanished-broken, abandoned, erased. Seven years passed in the shadows. When she reemerged, she was no longer the same. Walking beside her was a boy with piercing eyes, silent but dangerous-her son. They called her son a fatherless bastard, never knowing he was the hidden heir of a powerful CEO. They ridiculed her, branding her a bad mother, never knowing she was back to take revenge when the moment was ripe. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙👉 https://go.moboreader.com/jiPIWc Chapter 1 The sky over South Hampton broke open, unleashing a furious storm that washed the streets away behind a thick curtain of rain. The city seemed to shrink beneath the weight of the clouds, as if the deluge meant to crush every last stone. Inside Lawrence Manor, the glittering chandeliers and polished wood panels did little to warm the cold darkness that had taken root. A strangled moan tore through the strained silence. In the center of the drawing room, Jeanne Lawrence crawled, gasping for breath. Her bloody hands smeared crimson streaks across the floorboards. Her strength was failing, but the fire in her spirit refused to be extinguished. Every person standing around her should have been a rescuer, yet no one moved. Abandonment was a physical presence in the room, as cold and solid as the manor's walls. The venomous words of the man who should have protected her still echoed in her mind. "Jeanne... You are a disgrace to this family. If you weren't so attached to Eden, I would have thrown you out the day your mother brought you into this world. My children are Jasmine and Joshua. You... You are nothing." Those memories cut deeper than any physical wound. A bitter smile twisted her split lips. Her half-sister had stolen the man she loved and destroyed her future, yet she was the one being cast out. A figure knelt before her. Jasmine. The girl's innocent mask had fallen away, replaced by a cruel, triumphant gleam. "Well, Jeanne..." she cooed. "How does it feel, getting punished by Daddy?" Jeanne turned her head away, refusing to let that face be the last thing she saw. "You thought you were so untouchable. You thought Eden loved you? How naive. He's mine now." If every bone in her body didn't scream with agony, Jeanne would have found the strength to drag Jasmine down into the dirt with her. "You're nothing but an embarrassment," Jasmine murmured, her voice dropping to a whisper. "So just die—and spare us the sight of you." But Jeanne refused to obey. To live. To strike back. That was the only thought keeping her alive. A cruel smile touched Jasmine's lips. She filled a glass with water, tossed in a handful of salt, and poured the stinging mixture over Jeanne's open wounds. Her scream ripped through the air, but not a single member of her family so much as flinched. A knife appeared in Jasmine's hand. The blade glinted, poised to carve a permanent scar across Jeanne's face, when the door was thrown open with a violent crack. "JEANNIE!" Monica burst in, breathless, and dropped to her knees, gathering Jeanne into her arms. "I'm getting you to a hospital." "Don't even think about it," Jasmine spat. Monica's gaze didn't waver. "Your father can threaten me all he wants. I don't care." Alexander Lawrence appeared at the top of the grand staircase, looming over them like a king on his throne. "Put her down." "Are you just going to let her die?" Monica shot back, her voice trembling with rage. "You're her father, for God's sake!" "It doesn't concern you." "It does now." Monica took a single step, but the household servants moved to block her path, closing in around them. Jeanne was torn from her arms. "Take her to her room," Alexander ordered. Monica was shaking, but her voice cut through the tension. "If she dies, I'm staying right here and dying with her." Alexander's judgment was swift and ice-cold. "As of tonight, Jeanne Lawrence no longer exists." But in the chaos, Monica saw an opening. She lunged forward, scooped Jeanne up again, and staggered through the open doorway. This time, no one stopped them. Outside, the rain lashed down, but Monica kept moving, her shoes falling apart on the slick pavement. "Hold on..." she pleaded. "Thank you..." Jeanne whispered, her voice barely audible. "Don't thank me," Monica choked out. "If you're gone, I'm gone with you." They made it to the hospital, but the reprieve was short-lived. On Alexander's orders, Jeanne was discharged and handed a one-way ticket out of the city. She was eighteen years old, banished from South Hampton, and torn away from Eden. Seven years passed. The city glittered on, its lavish parties and gilded conversations hiding a deep well of resentment. Then, one day, she came back. At the airport terminal, Jeanne strode forward, pulling an old leather suitcase behind her. At her side walked a small, six-year-old boy with dark curls, thin glasses, and a book clutched tightly to his chest. She wore a simple coat that draped over her like the robes of a fallen queen, her face set with the calm of someone who had weathered impossible storms. Her dark hair fell in soft waves, and her red lips were drawn in a line sharp enough to sever old promises. Heads turned. Gazes followed her as if pulled by an invisible force. And she just kept walking—upright, implacable, and home. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/jiPIWc #moboreader #sweetromance #bookstagram #booklover #romance #romancenovels #Modern #ArrangedMarriage #Arrogant #Dominant #DarkRomance #Forcedlove #Singleparent	2026-10-13	52	0	0
6	📚 Billionaire's Debt: He Despised Me, Then Desired Me 🖋 by WIN Lybrary ⭐️Main character: Veronica Murphy and Matthew 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/zQ6TFU 💥Highlights: "Please, help me... I'll give you one hundred million dollars..." That night, Veronica saved a man teetering on the edge of death. Little did she know, he was the most powerful heir in town... and that this promise would turn into a curse. The next day, the truth was stolen. The reward was claimed by her sister. And the heroine was erased. "It was Tiffany who saved his life." Confronted with the lie, Veronica demanded what was rightfully hers. But they offered her money, tried to silence her, and attempted to erase her existence. At the same time, the man she had saved passed judgment on her without bothering to understand who she truly was. He assumed that she was a greedy liar and that throwing money at her would solve everything. He was wrong. Because Veronica never wanted his money. And when he finally realized she was the one he was supposed to love, it might already be too late. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙👉 https://go.moboreader.com/zQ6TFU Chapter 1 It all began under the harsh fluorescent lights of the ER. Veronica Murphy burst in, a man soaked in blood on her back, her slight frame straining under the weight. She nearly collapsed, stumbling against the counter as she carefully lowered him onto it. "He needs help—now!" she gasped, struggling for breath. "He passed out after an accident!" The whole day had been a disaster. She'd been making a late-night delivery on her motorcycle when a truck blew a red light and slammed into a parked Ferrari. The impact had crumpled the sports car. Windows shattered, flames licked at the rear, and the threat of an explosion grew with every second. The driver was slumped inside, unconscious, his face streaked with blood. An instinct she didn't understand sent Veronica sprinting toward the wreck. She sliced through the man's seatbelt, hauled him from the seat, and dragged him clear of the fire. They had barely made it a few yards when a deafening blast shook the entire parking lot. The Ferrari exploded in a roar of flame. A cold dread washed over Veronica. One more second, and she would have burned with him. The man, barely conscious, suddenly grabbed her wrist with a desperate strength, as if clinging to life itself. "Help me... get me to a hospital... I'll give you one hundred million dollars..." She froze. A hundred million? Had she just pulled a billionaire back from the brink of death? When the receptionist at the front desk asked for her name, Veronica opened her mouth to answer, but the woman suddenly looked up at her. Her face lit up, her voice instantly turning syrupy. "Oh my goodness! You're Tiffany Larson, aren't you? Our hospital director's daughter! A doctor will be with you right away, Miss Larson. Please, just wait a moment..." A bitter smile formed on Veronica's lips. She and Tiffany shared the same face, but their lives couldn't be more different. Abducted at birth, she was shuffled from one foster home to the next until she was sold to a modest family who, against all odds, raised her with love. Just last month, a terrible accident had left her adoptive parents in critical condition, burying the family under a mountain of medical debt. That was when her biological parents—the wealthy Larson family—had reappeared as if out of thin air. They had agreed to pay the medical bills... in exchange for a bone marrow donation to their younger son, who was battling leukemia. There was one condition: she was never to show her face, a perfect copy of their precious Tiffany's. Rachel Zimmerman, her biological mother, had sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Tiffy is one of the most admired women in Bloomstead. You are a complete nobody. Our family's reputation will not be tainted by your existence." To save her adoptive parents, Veronica had swallowed her pride. Usually, she hid herself under baggy, shapeless clothes and thick, unflattering makeup. But that night, rushing for work, she hadn't bothered. And so, she'd been forced to use Tiffany's name to cover the five-thousand-dollar ER bill for the man she'd rescued. Once she got home, exhausted, she took a quick shower. While emptying her pockets, she found a ring set with a single black diamond. "It must have caught on my shirt when he grabbed me," she murmured, setting it absently on the table. A moment later, someone pounded on the door. She had barely opened it when Tiffany, tall and slender, slapped her hard across the face. "Are you out of your mind, Veronica? I told you never to show your face in Bloomstead! Are you trying to get your adoptive parents killed?" Her cheek burning, Veronica struck back, her own slap landing even harder. She could endure humiliation when she had no other choice, but she refused to cower before Tiffany. Tiffany let out a muffled cry, pressing a hand to her reddening cheek. "How dare you hit me?" "And you? Did you think I'd just stand here and take it? I'm not your servant," Veronica said, her voice ice-cold. Furious, Tiffany jabbed a finger at her. "You brought a stranger to my father's hospital and used my name! If someone had recognized you, can you imagine the humiliation? My father got an anonymous call this morning! Who knows what other trouble you'll cause!" Veronica let out a short, bitter laugh. The irony was suffocating. She was born with Tiffany's face, yet she didn't even have the right to exist in the light of day. As they stood in a tense standoff, Tiffany's phone rang. She answered, her body still rigid with anger. "Mom?" Rachel's voice buzzed with excitement on the other end. "Tiffy! I just heard! You saved Matthew Kings! The Kings family just sent word. They want you at Mythpoint in a week." Tiffany's head snapped toward the table. Her eyes locked onto the ring. She'd seen it before. It was the ring Matthew Kings, heir to the most powerful family in the country, was said to wear. The pieces clicked into place. The truth struck her: it wasn't her, but Veronica, who had pulled Matthew from the fire. And it was her name that Veronica had given at the hospital. A flicker of greed crossed her face. "I'll call you back, Mom," she said, hanging up abruptly. In one swift motion, she snatched the ring from the table and pocketed it. She leaned in close to Veronica, her voice a low threat. "Pull a stunt like this again, and you can say goodbye to your adoptive parents for good." She slammed the door on her way out. Exhausted, Veronica tried to get a few hours of sleep before dawn. When she woke, she rushed to the hospital to find the man she had saved. A hundred million dollars... It was enough to change her entire life. But the nurse at the desk just gave her a flat look. "He was discharged during the night, after he regained consciousness. He didn't leave anything." A wave of pure rage washed over her. "Liar! That absolute jerk!" She clenched her fists, her whole body trembling. "That five thousand dollars was my budget for two months!" And as if that weren't enough, the delivery app had fined her over a hundred dollars for the orders she'd missed. Her days off, along with her pay, had just gone up in smoke. She collapsed onto a bench in the hallway, tears stinging her eyes. She was too young to carry so much hardship. What a brutal world. Over the following days, she threw herself into work with a fierce, desperate energy. After her shift at the club, she'd race off to make meal deliveries, then head to the hospital to feed her adoptive parents. Now, in her security uniform, Veronica slouched in front of the monitors at the Twilight Bar, her mind a million miles away as her coworker chatted beside her. She grumbled, "If it wasn't for that ungrateful bastard I saved, I could at least afford to eat twice a day. Now I'm starving." 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/zQ6TFU #moboreader #sweetromance #bookstagram #booklover #romance #romancenovels #Modern #Biker #Billionaire #DarkRomance #Forcedlove #Pregnancy	2026-10-07	52	0	0
7	📚 Forsaken by the Pack, Mated to the Secret Lycan King 🖋 by Da Lanlan ⭐️Main character: Adelina Wolfe and Kain 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/yLA80l 💥Highlights: For two years, I was Alpha Jase Davenport's loyal assistant and secret bed-warmer. Because I was a wolfless Omega, I trusted his empty promises instead of instincts I didn't possess. Then, a push notification from a notorious gossip blog shattered my world. Jase was pictured in Paris, his hand intimately resting on the waist of my cruel stepsister, Kira. The headline screamed that he was finally claiming his fated Luna. Before I could even process the betrayal, Jase texted me a cold command to update his schedule, treating me like a soulless employee. Immediately after, my mother called to gloat. "Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective creature like you?" She threatened to freeze my late father's Pack trust fund unless I agreed to marry an abusive, elderly Alpha to be his breeding mare. If I refused, I would be cast out as a penniless stray, easy prey for any Rogue. I was nothing but a convenient placeholder to Jase, and a piece of livestock to my own family. They thought they had me completely cornered, ready to steal my inheritance and leave me to die. But as the panic subsided, a cold clarity took its place. My father's will only required a legal mating bond to unlock my millions; it never said my family had to approve of the groom. I wiped my tears, opened my laptop, and searched for a disgraced, debt-ridden Rogue named Babe Vincent. If I needed a husband on paper to secure my freedom, I was going to buy one. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙👉 https://go.moboreader.com/yLA80l Chapter 1 Adelina POV Jase Davenport’s penthouse was designed for power, not comfort. At 6:00 AM, the winter light creeping through the floor-to-ceiling windows painted the cold marble floors in shades of dead gray. I lay alone on the Egyptian cotton sheets, breathing in the lingering scent of his metallic cologne. It was a harsh, sterile smell that masked any natural wolf scent, suffocating the space just as he had suffocated me for the past two years. I thought I was his partner. Because I was a wolfless Omega—born without an Inner Wolf, unable to feel the pull of a Fated Mate or hear the Pack mind-link—I had trusted his words instead of instincts I didn't possess. My phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the silence. It was a push notification from The Howl, the most notorious werewolf gossip blog on the East Coast. I swiped the screen, my eyes adjusting to the harsh glare. My heart stopped. It was a high-resolution photo taken at the Alpha’s Gala in Paris. Jase was supposed to be there for a grueling Pack trade negotiation. Instead, he was standing under a chandelier, his hand resting intimately on the waist of a woman in a shimmering platinum dress. He was smiling—a genuine, fiercely possessive smile I hadn't seen directed at me in months. The woman leaning into his chest was Kira Parrish. My stepsister. The girl who had made my childhood a living hell. The headline screamed: Davenport Pack’s New Power Couple: Alpha Jase Claims His Fated Luna, Kira Parrish. A sickening wave of humiliation washed over me. I wasn't his mate. I never was. I was just a convenient, wolfless assistant he used to keep his bed warm and his schedule organized while he waited for his true Luna. A second later, a text message popped up from Jase. Adelina, my itinerary in Paris has changed. Update my schedule. No explanation. No apology. Just a cold, emotionless command to his employee. He didn't even see me as a person with a soul. Before I could even process the betrayal, my phone began to ring. The caller ID flashed: Carolyn Parrish. My mother. I answered, my throat tight. "Hello?" "I assume you've seen the news," Carolyn's voice dripped with venomous satisfaction. "Did you honestly believe an Alpha like Jase would settle for a defective, wolfless creature like you? Kira is his true Mate. It’s time you stop playing pretend and do your duty to this family." "My duty?" I choked out, gripping the edge of the mattress. "Alpha Henderson is looking for a new wife," she stated smoothly, ignoring my pain. "He’s older, yes, but his Pack is wealthy. He needs a breeder, and you need a roof over your head. The arrangement is already in motion." Bile rose in my throat. Henderson was a notorious, cruel Alpha who went through Omegas like disposable cups. "I'm not marrying Henderson. I'm not a piece of property you can trade." "You will do exactly as I say, Adelina," Carolyn snapped, her tone turning lethal. "As the executor of your late father's estate, I control your Pack trust fund. The stipulations are clear: you don't see a dime of that money until you secure a formal Mating bond. Defy me, and I will freeze the accounts permanently. You will be cast out, penniless and Packless. You have until the end of the week." The line went dead. I dropped the phone, my hands trembling violently. She had me cornered. Without that trust fund, I had nothing. I would be a wolfless stray on the streets, easy prey for any Rogue. But as the panic subsided, a cold, hard clarity took its place. I wiped the tears from my cheeks and walked over to my laptop. A formal Mating bond. My father’s will required a legal bond, but it never explicitly stated that Carolyn had to approve of the groom. I just needed a husband on paper. Someone desperate enough to sign a contract, take a payout, and leave me alone. I opened a secure browser and typed in a name I had only heard in whispered underground rumors: Babe Vincent. He was a disgraced Rogue, exiled from his family for his scandalous behavior, drowning in debt, and desperately in need of a respectable facade to keep his creditors at bay. He was the perfect pawn. I found the contact portal for a discreet law firm in the financial district that handled sensitive Pack affairs. My fingers flew across the keyboard, drafting an urgent request for a Mating Contract negotiation. I hit send. Within ten minutes, an automated reply confirmed an appointment for tomorrow morning at 8:58 AM. I closed the laptop, leaving Jase's penthouse behind to prepare for the meeting. 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/yLA80l #moboreader #sweetromance #bookstagram #booklover #romance #romancenovels #Werewolf #Betrayal #DarkRomance #Omegaverse #Supernatural	2026-10-05	52	0	0
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10	📚 Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge 🖋 by Xiao Hong Mao ⭐️Main character: Elease Finch and Ford Carroll 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/uVQMYN 💥Highlights: I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband's aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason's coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason's mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I'm starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak. 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙👉 https://go.moboreader.com/uVQMYN Chapter 1 No.1 "Stop the drama, Elease." The male voice was cold, bored, and entirely too close. Elease's eyes snapped open. Her pupils dilated instantly, adjusting to the light with a mechanical precision that felt alien, yet deeply familiar. It was a reflex that did not belong to the timid woman who had gone to sleep in this bed, but to someone else. Someone older, colder, buried deep inside. The voice was a key, turning a lock deep within her mind. A dam cracked, and memories flooded in, two sets crashing into each other like tectonic plates. One was the life she knew: Elease Finch. A life of submission. A scar that defined her. A husband who despised her. The other was a ghost, a nightmare she’d always dismissed as trauma from a childhood illness. A sterile white room. The sting of a needle. A year of her life, around the age of twelve, completely gone, a black hole in her history. And a name, whispered in the dark: Phoenix. She sat up. Her body felt heavy, sluggish. There was a phantom sensation in her chest, a burning heat, but when she looked down, she saw only the pristine, high-thread-count sheets of a luxury bed. The Elease Finch who had gone to sleep last night was a carefully constructed lie, a mask of amnesia and fear. And the woman who woke up was the terrifying truth. She raised a hand to her right cheek. Her fingertips traced the rough, raised texture of a burn scar. A permanent reminder of the fire that had taken her beauty five years ago, the price she’d paid for dragging an unconscious Kason Stephens from a fire. The heroic act that had been twisted into her greatest shame. The mind that now operated this body was not new, but reawoken. The panic and desperation that usually defined Elease Finch were gone, replaced by a cold, tactical silence. She was Phoenix. She turned her head slowly. Kason Stephens was sitting in a velvet armchair near the window. He was dressed in a suit that cost more than most people earned in a year. He checked his watch, his leg bouncing with impatience. "I don't have all day," Kason said. He didn't look at her face. He never looked at her face. He picked up a blue folder from the side table and tossed it onto the bed. It slid across the silk duvet and hit her leg. Elease looked at the folder. She didn't flinch. She picked it up, her movements precise. Her hands were steady. The tremors that used to plague Elease when her husband was near were absent. She opened the folder. The title was bold and centered: Divorce Settlement Agreement. "Chelsea is back," Kason said. He stood up and walked toward the window, keeping his back to her. "I need the house clear by tonight." Elease stared at the back of his head. She analyzed the threat level. Zero. He was soft. A civilian. "I've added five million to the settlement," Kason continued, his tone suggesting it was a transaction, not a gift. "It's a fee for your silence. Enough for you to go upstate, buy a small house, and hide that face where no one has to see it again. Sign the NDA, and it's yours." Elease looked down at the document. Her eyes scanned the legal jargon, stripping away the fluff to find the core data. Non-disclosure agreements. Asset forfeiture. A complete erasure of her existence from his life. A surge of grief tried to rise—the residue of the submissive personality that had protected her for so long. Elease Finch had loved this man. She had worshipped him. Phoenix crushed that emotion instantly. It was inefficient. She looked at the Montblanc pen resting on the nightstand. She reached out and picked it up. The cap made a sharp click as she pulled it off. The sound was loud in the quiet room. Kason turned around, frowning. He had expected tears. He had expected begging. He had prepared himself for a scene. "Don't pretend you're going to sign it without a fight," he said, his eyes narrowing. "I know you, Elease. You're going to cry. You're going to ask me why." Elease didn't look up. She flipped to the last page, skipping the financial breakdown entirely. She pressed the pen to the paper. "Elease Finch." She signed the name. The signature was sharp, angular, and aggressive. It looked nothing like the round, hesitant loops of the woman who had lived here yesterday. She closed the folder and tossed it back toward him. It landed on the edge of the mattress. Kason stared at the folder, then at her. He looked stunned. "You didn't even read the alimony clause," he said. Elease swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She felt the weakness in her muscles—this body had been sedentary, pampered, and depressed. She would need to fix that. She walked past him toward the large vanity mirror. "I don't want your money, Kason," she said. Her voice was raspy from disuse, but it was steady. Kason took a step back. The air in the room seemed to shift. The woman standing before the mirror was holding herself differently. Her spine was straight. Her chin was up. "Don't play hard to get," Kason scoffed, trying to regain his footing. "You have no skills. You have no friends. You can't survive in Manhattan without me." Elease turned to face him. She looked him directly in the eyes. Her gaze was dark, empty of affection, empty of fear. It was the look of a predator assessing prey. "Your money is dirty," she said softly. "I prefer clean hands." Kason felt a chill crawl up his spine. It was an irrational reaction. This was just Elease. Weak, scarred Elease. "Fine," he snapped, grabbing the folder. "Leave everything I bought you. The clothes, the jewelry. Get out now." Elease smiled. It was a cold curve of her lips that didn't reach her eyes. "With pleasure." 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡 🔗 https://go.moboreader.com/uVQMYN #moboreader #sweetromance #bookstagram #booklover #romance #romancenovels #Modern #Revenge	2026-10-26	27	1	0

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