Ten years of marriage. A son. A powerhouse law firm built on shared dreams. Lucille Pierce thought she had it all—until she caught her husband, Stetson, handing her confidential case files to his "rising star" intern mistress, Cleo. Betrayed by her partner and erased from her own firm, Lucille is forced out into the cold, her reputation in tatters and her son turned against her. But they underestimated one thing: Lucille Pierce never loses. Joining forces with a rival firm, she prepares a comeback that will shatter their glass house. As Cleo fumbles under the weight of stolen brilliance, Lucille strikes back in the courtroom where the truth finally surfaces.

Isabella Sterling was the ultimate trophy wife—until she became a disposable sacrifice. After six forced abortions to save her husband Marcus’s leukemia-stricken sister, Isabella is left hollow, her womb a graveyard for Marcus’s obsession. When he demands a final, life-altering procedure that will leave her barren forever, something snaps. In the dead of night, Isabella vanishes, erasing her existence to become Elena Cross. Three years later, she returns to New York—not as a victim, but as a radiant, unbreakable woman on the arm of a powerful new ally. Seeing the wife he destroyed reborn and thriving, the arrogant Marcus Sterling falls to his knees, begging for a second chance. But Isabella has a secret: she’s finally carrying the child he said she could never have—and he will never touch it

Grant let Nadia be beaten in his own cellar, called her a liar when she begged through their mate link, then rejected her before the entire pack to crown another woman Luna. So Nadia left. No begging. No second chance. Just one final vial on his desk: *You’ll need a new healer.* Then Grant’s wolf began to fail. The “wolfless dead weight” he threw away had been the only person keeping him stable for months—and once she was gone, everything started breaking. But Nadia had problems of her own. Her wounds were healing too fast. Something long buried inside her was waking up. And when the truth finally came out, Grant would learn the woman he discarded was never weak, never useless, and never coming back.

My boyfriend drugged me and sold me to cover his debt. I escaped straight into the arms of Roman DeLuca—the Mafia Godfather he feared most—and spent one reckless night with the man who gave me something my ex never did: a choice. Eight weeks later, I was pregnant, framed for stolen drugs and charity money, and watching my career collapse overnight. Then the evidence pointed somewhere worse: my ex wasn’t working alone. His secret fiancée wanted me ruined, someone inside Roman’s organization was feeding them access, and my unborn child had become their newest bargaining chip. They thought Roman would pay any price to get us back. They forgot to ask what I would do when I finally stopped being anyone’s currency.