A decade of devotion later, Aurora learns her wealthy husband Chuck neglects their daughter Molly for his first love Mia and her son. Heartbroken, Aurora seeks divorce; Molly gives Chuck a second chance but is hurt again, leaving with her mother. Aurora’s long-lost godfather offers Chuck a billion dollar order, which Chuck mistakenly attributes to Mia. Overwhelming regret hits when he learns the truth—but by then, Molly has completely given up on him.

Gabrielle Taylor, a bold young model, is publicly humiliated and fired after discovering her ex is marrying her best friend. A spontaneous kiss with powerful CEO Kyle Wright sets off a chain of events that pulls her into his world. Hired as his assistant, Gabrielle must navigate ambition, romance, and betrayal in a glamorous, high-stakes world.

To save her mother, Melissa enters a transactional arrangement with paraplegic billionaire Owen. Their deal turns into love, threatened by his manipulative mother and jealous ex, Nina. When Nina kidnaps the pregnant Melissa, Owen miraculously walks to rescue her, exposing the plot.

The auction hammer fell—and with it, his daughter was declared a “gift.” In the underground banquet hall where city elites toasted power behind velvet curtains, the former Alpha King stood at the edge of the crowd in a worn coat, watching his child’s name appear on a gilded screen. No one recognized him anymore. To them, he was just a failed widower who’d disappeared from the werewolf hierarchy years ago. To him, this was the moment the past stopped being buried. He didn’t argue. He didn’t beg. He calmly placed a ring on the table—ancient, cracked, engraved with a sigil no one had seen in decades. The music stuttered. The security feeds glitched. On the giant screens, sealed contracts and blood-oath recordings began to play, exposing how the council had traded heirs like currency, how his rival had built power by selling “protection” to humans and wolves alike. Murmurs turned to panic as guests realized their secrets were being broadcast far beyond the room. When guards rushed him, the air shifted. A low howl cut through crystal and steel, vibrating in bone. Veins darkened. Eyes glowed. The power he’d locked away for his daughter’s safety surged back—controlled, deliberate. This wasn’t a rampage. It was a reclaiming. Each step he took tightened the circle, each revelation raising the stakes, until even his rival understood: the king hadn’t returned for revenge alone. As sirens wailed outside and the council’s escape routes sealed one by one, he leaned close to the trembling man who’d ordered his child delivered like a prize. “This is not the end,” he said softly. “It’s the hunt.” Somewhere beneath his sleeve, an old mark burned to life—unfinished, unstoppable—waiting for the final howl to be unleashed.

Embers glowed red, like the grip of her mother’s hand in her final moments. Ari stood barefoot on the scorched earth behind the manor, her dress flapping in the night wind like a tattered banner. The nobles formed a circle around her, their golden spectacles reflecting cold, glittering eyes. "Daughter of a traitor—unworthy of bearing the heirloom of the Wolfblood." They pointed at the silver chain around her neck, the one her mother had died to leave behind, engraved with forgotten moon-script: *Blood not cold, oath unbroken.* Ivy screamed from behind iron bars, but her voice drowned beneath the crackling flames. A man who looked like a cook approached, a boning knife in hand, a scar cutting across his face, grinning like a madman. "Heard your sister preferred her feet burned raw rather than give it up?" He hurled a ladle of hot oil into the fire. The blaze roared skyward. "Well then, let's see how much pain the little sister can take tonight." Ari didn’t turn. She only stared into the churning sparks within the coals—seeing again that night ten years past: her mother being dragged into the woods, pressing this very necklace into her palm with her last breath. "You call me the child of a traitor?" she finally spoke, her voice ragged as tearing cloth. "But tell me—who among you remembers who took the hunters’ silver arrows so you could live?" The crowd stirred. Doubt flickered. Then—a shadow cut across the firelight. A man in a tailored suit stepped from the darkness, his polished shoes treading over ash without a sound. His gaze swept over Ari—the trembling spine held unbent—and slowly, he removed his gloves. "Gentlemen," his voice low and heavy, "what you are burning is not a traitor’s bloodline. It is the last living descendant of the final Wolf Lord." He lifted his eyes, their depths dark as an abyss: "And I have come to bring her home." The wind stilled. The fire burned on. A tear traced down Ari’s cheek—but she did not step back. The game was set. Survival has always been written by the victor.

After a reckless one-night stand with equestrian champion Phillips Hobbs, hotel maid Cindy Becker is caught in a scandal that forces them into a flash marriage. Bound by pride and passion yet divided by class and circumstance, their fragile union faces relentless tests—from Phillips’ devoted fiancée to the weight of family expectations. But as jealousy, rivalry, and sacrifice threaten to tear them apart, Cindy and Phillips uncover a truth neither expected: their lives have been intertwined long before that night.