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My Fiancé Married His Mistress, So I Married His Rival DonThe night before my wedding, a red key card arrived at my door. Inside that room, my fiancé Vincent was in the middle of a private game with another woman. Around her neck was the collar I had designed myself, for our wedding night. Vincent offered no explanation. No apology. He simply told me, calmly: "Tomorrow's wedding is still yours." "But the legal marriage belongs to her." He believed that after ten years by his side, after everything I'd done to build his casino empire, I could never walk away. The next day, he left me standing in the chapel in my wedding dress and went to sign marriage papers with his mistress. Before he left, he smiled and said: "No man in Las Vegas would dare steal the Russo Don's woman." What he didn't know— a few hours earlier, I had already become the legal wife of Luca Moretti, his greatest enemy. What he didn't know was even bigger. I was never just the woman who helped him rise from nothing. I am the sole heir to the Caruso family. The casino empire he was so proud of? It was mine to give from the very beginning. Now, I'm taking it back.Reborn, I Became His RegretIn her last life, Claire fought through a raging fever to find Adrian in a suite on the top deck of a cruise ship. Someone had drugged him. By morning, reporters were waiting outside the door. Adrian believed Claire had drugged him and paid the reporters to expose them. He was convinced she had used the scandal to force him into marriage. For three years, he ignored her and humiliated her. Then Vivian returned with his child. Claire soon discovered that she was pregnant too. Adrian ordered her to have an abortion. She died on the operating table. When Claire opened her eyes again, she was back on the cruise ship on that same night. This time, she did not enter Room 1908. She sent the room number to Vivian instead.Claimed by My Fiancé’s Alpha BrotherIt had been six months since my fiancé Ethan fell into a deep coma from his severe injuries. I still sat by his bedside every day, playing the role of the impeccable, gentle partner. Everyone praised my loyalty. Even Mrs. Vance, her eyes full of joy, promised that the moment Ethan woke, she would personally preside over our pairing ceremony. But every time she said those words, I could only force a smile and lower my head, not daring to look at Ethan’s face on the bed. Because somewhere along the way, I had started to crave his own older brother—Alpha Lucas—with a hunger I could no longer control. ...They Called Me a Liar—Then Found My BodyOn the night of the fake heiress’s engagement, I was tied up inside an abandoned clinic. I begged my parents through tears to call the police, but they were convinced I was lying. Even my fiancé called me himself to warn me, then blocked my number. Twelve hours later, my mother fought to save a young woman who had been burned beyond recognition. She was the one who pronounced the young woman dead. Only after the DNA results came back did they realize that the person they had refused to save was me.Possessed by My Twin Alpha Stepbrothers“Don’t touch me…” The words spill out of me in a broken whisper. My fingers dig into the leather seat like I’m trying to shove away a weight that isn’t even there. “Don’t touch you?” A low voice chuckles right against my ear. “Then why the hell are you squirming like that? You like it. Admit it.” Strong hands pin my wrists above my head. “Quiet.” A second voice, deeper, colder, cuts through the dark. It feels too real. Two pairs of hands slide over the fabric of my dress, fingers slipping under the hem, dragging rough palms up the burning skin of my thighs. The material rasps against me and a shameful little sound catches in my throat before I can stop it. I force my eyes open inside the dream. The second those two faces lean in close, my heart nearly stops. Caden and Eric. My twin alpha stepbrothers.He Fired Me Before I Closed His $50M DealI paid the fare difference myself to catch the only flight that could save our fifty-million-dollar deal. When I returned with the client's approval, my fiancé had already emailed the entire company announcing my termination. Eric called me replaceable. His new Chief of Staff called eight months of my work a violation of travel policy—while his hand rested on her waist. They believed the client belonged to Carter Solutions. They never bothered to ask why Atlas's COO had warned that the deal depended on me. So I accepted my firing, called Eric's biggest rival, and demanded an Equity Partner title. By the time my former fiancé realizes the contract will follow the woman who earned it, I will be sitting across the table from him with a new company behind me. He fired me to prove I was replaceable. Now his entire business is about to learn otherwise.