Attraction Hétérosexuelle

She buried her husband three years ago. She's been visiting his grave every year since, telling herself the same lie: that grief fades, that closure is real, that Adrian is gone. Then a photo lands in her phone. A billionaire at a gala, laughing at something off camera. Adrian's face, on a stranger's body, wearing a stranger's name. Elena tells herself it's coincidence, until she's sitting across from Damian Voss in his own office and he says her name, a name that was never on her business card. Damian doesn't remember her. He doesn't remember much of anything before the coma that rebuilt him from nothing, a new identity, a new life, built on top of a silence nobody in his life has ever questioned out loud. But somebody built that silence on purpose. And somebody is still protecting it. The closer Elena gets to the truth, the more it costs her, and the more it costs the people around her. Because the man who buried her husband's identity didn't do it to save him. He did it because a dead man can't testify. Some graves don't hold what you buried in them. Some marriages don't end the way you think they did. And some men come back not because they escaped, but because someone finally let them go.

Adrian Blackwood has already seen the end of the world. He fought the demons. He defeated the Demon Lords. He raised the dead and became known as the Angel of Death. It still wasn't enough. His sister died. His allies died. The empires burned. And when Adrian finally lay dying on the battlefield, the last person beside him gave him one final chance. Jenna Faircross had already gone back twice. This time, she sent Adrian. He wakes up sixteen years old, years before the war, before the betrayals, before the people he loves are killed. And Adrian remembers everything. He knows who will betray the empire. He knows which families are hiding dark secrets. He knows which enemies will become monsters and which allies will die fighting beside him. So this time, he isn't going to wait. The demons haven't attacked yet, the traitors haven't made their move and the people Adrian failed to protect are still alive. And the boy who once watched the world burn has decided that this time, he will burn his enemies first. But changing the future comes with a price. The more Adrian interferes, the less certain his memories become. Because this isn't the future he remembers anymore. And if he isn't careful, the greatest enemy he'll face in his second life may be one he never saw coming.

Myles, the strongest mage with the softest heart, saves his world and gets murdered in return. What awaits him, however, isn't the afterlife but another life with another wife and a novel world that needs saving. Myles be like: "I ain't saving any ass this time."

Tristan Asher died on the floor of the Apex Gate, betrayed by the one man he trusted, while the world he'd spent five years trying to save burned around him. Then he opened his eyes in his own apartment—twenty-three years old, five years younger, fourteen hours before the sky cracks open and everything begins again. This time, he's not here to be a hero. He's here to win. He has a list. Every gate, every betrayer, every mistake that cost him everything—he remembers all of it. What he doesn't expect is her. Kira Knight should be a stranger. Instead, he already knows her coffee order, the way her voice drops when she's trying not to cry, and exactly how she died in the life he's not going back to. He can't tell her any of that. He can't tell her he's already loved and lost her once, or that the System itself has a name for what he is—and a warning waiting underneath it: *you are not the first.* Someone else came back before him. Someone else had the same plan, the same knowledge, the same fourteen-hour head start. It didn't work. Now Tristan has seventy-two hours to become someone the apocalypse hasn't already beaten, a woman he isn't allowed to love yet, and a truth he's terrified to find out—why every version of this story before his has ended the same way.

They made him kneel in the mud and bark like a dog. They watched his sister nearly die and did nothing. Now Ethan Cross owns the building they work in, the debts they can't pay, and the silence they beg for. One black card. One dead stranger's fortune. One oath sworn in the rain. But power this big doesn't go unnoticed, and the people who run the world don't take kindly to beggars who climb too fast. Ethan wanted them to fear his name. He's about to learn what fear really cost.

"You will surely regret this, Ethan; you're making a big mistake." Dana, Ethan's wife, said, pointing a finger at him, "Look, don't expect me to give you a penny, and don't think that I'll let you sleep in my villa today." She informed. Ethan nodded before responding, "I won't regret it." .... Ethan Ford, a secret billionaire, found out about his wife's cheating nature. Disheartened, he filed for a divorce. All his plans for her were immediately terminated; he was ready to reveal his true identity to her, but unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be. Ethan wanted to get back at her and the man she left him for; he planned on using her rival against her. Read The Tycoon's Reckoning to see how Ethan seemingly navigates things.

I knelt in front of two hundred people and asked her to marry me. She left with another man before I even stood back up. ________________________________________________________ Richard Black had spent three years loving a woman who was never really his, and one humiliating night at a company gala to find that out. What he didn't expect was for that same night to end with a stranger's phone call revealing he wasn't the broke nobody he'd always believed. He was the missing heir to a billion-dollar empire his father built and disappeared from twenty-two years ago. His mother didn't die the way he was told. The grave he grieved at for years wasn't his father's. And the men now hunting him have been waiting for him far longer than he's been alive. Was this his chance to finally matter, or the beginning of a war he was never prepared to survive?

Life takes a drastic turn for Chase Andersons when he suddenly wakes up in a body that isn't his. Theo's body. The last thing he remembered was being hit on the head with a vase and slipping into the cold hands of death. He was supposed to be dead, but fate wasn't done with him.

She would have given everything she had to him if only he had asked, if only his arrogance did not lead him to kill her. But now, her ghost has no love, her ghost is all about revenge. Funny thing is, he buried her in the same house that she built with her own money, brick by brick. Is it possible to get a good night sleep after burying your own wife in the same house you're sleeping in? What if you can't sleep, can't move out of the house and the ghost won't let you sell it either?

Caelan Voss spent four years behind bars to protect the woman he loved, and when he came back, what he got wasn't a warm embrace but divorce papers. Abandoned by his wife, humiliated by her family, driven out of the hospital where he once thrived, everyone in Velmont was convinced Caelan was finished. What they didn't know, those four years in prison didn't destroy him, but turned him into something far more dangerous than they ever knew. Now Caelan Voss is back, not to apologize or beg for sympathy, but to force everyone who ever stepped on him to kneel at his feet.