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Mated To Four, Fated To One

“Let go of me! Why now?” I snapped at them as they closed their distance on me while I moved backward towards the stairs. “What happened to all of you hating me?” I sneered, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall from my eyes. “I can't be a mate to monsters! You all despised me, made my life worthless the whole time, and you suddenly want me to accept being your mate?” I stared unbelievably at them as their eyes glinted with fury as they approached further. “Well, we still hate you but think of this as a favor,” Ryder taunted, his lips curling into a dirty smirk and I glared at him. “Favor?” I gaped at him, taking cautious steps backward. “At least, your wish has been answered,” Derek snorted, cocking his head while Sage stared coldly at me. “That's why we have decided on making you our mistress. Highly to think we would accept a murderer as our mate.” Mael added, his words sent shivers running down my spine. “You all are sick! Insane!!” I chuckled bitterly, to think they'd always put Lena first before me. They wanted me as their mistress. “Thalia! Be care—” before I could process what Sage was about to say as he reached out to me. I lost my balance and tripped. *** Eleven years ago, I was framed for killing my precious younger sister whom everyone loved, and they thought I should have been the one to die instead of her. Being the daughter of the Beta, I was stripped of my title and demoted to an omega and became a servant in the pack's house. I was despised by everyone, especially the quadruplets, the Alpha's sons. Alpha Sage, Alpha Ryder, Alpha Mael, and Alpha Derek— the ruthless and most feared, respectable Alphas who never took a break from tormenting me and making my life worthless. Ten years later, my younger sister who was thought to be dead, reappeared at the pack's doorstep, looking alive and well, and even more beautiful and elegant. She was welcomed happily by all the pack members and was desired by the quadruplet. I thought everything would go back to how it was but I was neglected and remained the omega no one wanted until my life took a shocking turn when I clocked eighteen. Fate had me mated to the Alpha's sons, not just one but all four of them but what's even more shocking was when they agreed to make me their mistress. I'd rather eat dirt! Cause, I won't be bending so easily.
Pastel_Peach · 7.4K Views

TE(I)AM Scorpion: That Stings, A nu don

A Letter About Breaking the Cycle Dear Reader, You didn’t wake up broken—someone broke you. But here’s the truth: you can break the cycle instead of passing it on to someone else. Even your victims, if they saw you truly wanted to be better and were given a real chance at redemption, would agree that every single one of you deserves actual freedom. I’m talking about a freedom where you don’t have to stay silent about your brokenness. A freedom where you can heal without judgment. You Are More Than What Was Done to You You are not just the ones who take—you are also the taken. Don’t you think someone is missing you somewhere? You are somebody’s brother, sister, mother, or friend. Someone out there just wants answers. By the time the system gets involved, most people aren’t even focused on punishment—they want justice and closure. The System Isn’t Working Who’s really benefiting from all this? It’s those who started the cycle, those who watch it unfold. The system that claims to fix things often ends up breaking more people than it helps. Sending more people into a broken system isn’t justice. A Real Chance at Redemption That’s why I’m offering you something different: No more fear No more punishment No more lack of access No more fear of judgment I’m offering a real chance at redemption. Instead of being the “Troy” they wanted me to be—the Trojan horse to end it all for them because their ring was exposed—I want to be the reason everyone finally knows what joy is, and who brings it. We Are All Connected The tree does not banish its own branches, and I will not banish the tree—especially when it’s the only thing tying us all to life. But what kind of life is this for anyone? Running from a system that hired you to do this in the first place? Does that make sense? Let’s break the cycle. Let’s choose healing, truth, and real justice. With hope for a new beginning, The World
gublerMrgray · 22.1K Views

Scandal To Sweetheart

“Two-faced people confuse me—should I roll my eyes at one face or slap the other?” She called him out. He destroyed her. Then they woke up in the same bed—trending online. Half-Japanese, raised in Korea, and struggling to break through as an actress, Arin was used to being overlooked. But one anonymous post from her drama critique account changed everything. When she called out Korea’s most powerful entertainment CEO, Zane Kim—the insanely rich, dangerously charming man behind half the industry—for mistreating his staff. Her words went viral. So did her name. And in a single day, Arin’s world came crashing down. Labeled a liar and attention-seeker, blacklisted from every opportunity, she lost everything. Her career. Her reputation. Her chance to care for her little sister. But fate has a twisted sense of humor. When a drunken night leads to a scandalous one-night stand with the very man who destroyed her… the internet explodes again. And Zane’s powerful grandmother sees only one solution: marriage. Forced into a one-year contract marriage for damage control, Arin is promised a way out of blacklist hell—and Zane gets to clean up his image. But he makes it clear: this isn’t a fairytale. She’s nothing to him. Just a tool. A nuisance. Until the girl he underestimated starts showing him a version of love he’s never known. Until fake turns into something dangerously real. But with the world watching, a reality show demanding proof of their "perfect" marriage, and enemies waiting to tear them apart—what happens when the biggest scandal of all… is falling for each other?
HaylinZiva · 2.4K Views

His to Break, His to Keep

My hands trembled, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ribs as Liam Romano slid the ring onto my finger. White gold. Flawless diamonds. Cold and unfeeling—just like the man who now owned me. For most, a wedding ring symbolized love, devotion, a future built on choice. For me, it was a prison. A silent contract that stripped away my name, my freedom, my very identity. Emily Carter no longer existed. I was Emily Romano now. A pawn in a game played by ruthless men. A caged bird with no escape. I should have run when I had the chance. Now, as the most powerful figures of the New York and Chicago Famiglias watched in chilling silence, escape was nothing more than a distant dream. There were no second chances. No mercy. In our world, a marriage didn’t end unless a body hit the ground—and I knew whose body that would be if I dared to run. This wasn’t love. This was war. A treaty forged in blood. A fragile truce between two criminal empires standing at the edge of destruction. The Bratva were circling like vultures, waiting for a weakness, a reason to strike. And I? I was the peace offering, the price my father had paid to keep our family standing. I should be thankful. That’s what they told me. That’s what my father drilled into my head, over and over again. But gratitude didn’t make the chains any lighter. "You may kiss the bride." The priest’s voice shattered the silence. I forced myself to lift my gaze. Liam’s dark, calculating eyes met mine, void of warmth, void of hesitation. His face, cold and unreadable, gave away nothing. He was a man who had never known fear. A man who didn’t bend, didn’t break. And now, I belonged to him. The world watched, waiting for a sign of weakness. A crack in my mask. I wouldn’t give them one. But Liam? Liam saw through it all. His fingers tightened around mine—a warning, a promise. Then he moved. His lips crashed against mine, not soft, not tender—a kiss of possession. Of dominance. A silent vow that sealed my fate. My body stiffened under his touch, but I didn’t pull away. Because I knew what he was telling me without saying a word. You are mine. And in that moment, I realized something terrifying. I was his to keep. And his to break.
Akash_Chaudhary_0940 · 7.4K Views
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