My Triplet Alpha Stepbrother Mates

My girlfriend betrayed me for a rich man, mocking me as worthless trash. Beaten down and humiliated, I thought my life was over, until a stranger called to say I was the heir of the world’s most powerful family. My pocket money? A card with 100 million inside. I thought it was a scam… until I checked the balance. It was real. That same voice called again: he was my butler. The family had already chosen seven stunning fiancées for me, and if I wanted the full inheritance, I had to marry them all. From abandoned loser to billionaire heir with seven breathtaking brides-to-be… and just when my wedding banquet lit up the city, my ex came crawling back. I only spared her a glance, then turned away forever.

In a world where justice is blind,one man becomes its eyes. Liam Cross was an ordinary delivery rider struggling to survive in the unforgiving city. One night, a terrorist explosion ends his life only for him to awaken with a mysterious Executor System. The System gives him a chilling ability: the power to judge the guilty. With a single command, he can condemn criminals, absorb their strength, and wield their abilities as his own. But there is a price for each wrong judgement that burns away his soul. As gangs, corrupt politicians, and supernatural creatures rise from the shadows, Liam finds himself at the center of a war he never asked for. To protect the innocent and survive, he must balance on the razor’s edge between justice and damnation. Hunted by enemies, pursued by the law, and haunted by his choices, Liam must answer the ultimate question: What happens when the executioner himself is judged?

In a world where every human is born with a spiritual mark called a Sigil, power determines your value. Some people control fire, some summon beasts, others manipulate time for a few seconds. But one forbidden Sigil was erased from history centuries ago....

Beelze finds himself reincarnated into a new world born as a rare species of demon - the devilkin. His shock didn't end there as he awakens a system that allows him to manipulate souls to achieve reality warping abilities.  Join Beelze in his journey to the top of the demon race hierarchy as he faces adversaries and challenges alike. 

Jason Moretti was never meant to inherit his father’s empire. Abandoned, humiliated, and branded a disgrace to the Moretti Mafia bloodline, Jason walked away from the underworld, until betrayal, bloodshed, and the kidnapping of the woman he loves pulled him back into the shadows. In a desperate bid to save Valentina Russo, the fierce daughter of a rival Mafia family, Jason uncovers a dangerous secret: his father wasn’t just a Mafia kingpin, he was one of seven Gatekeepers of an elite global syndicate known as The Raven Circle, a secret society that manipulates governments, wealth, and war from the shadows. Now, Jason is caught in a game of power older than the Mafia itself, where allies can’t be trusted, enemies wear familiar faces, and love might be his only weakness. As he builds a covert rebellion with the help of Eva Russo, a rogue assassin and Valentina’s estranged sister Jason must fight to unravel a web of lies, bloodline secrets, and elite betrayal. With each mission, he rises from pawn to leader… from outcast to legend. But when a devastating betrayal comes from within his own crew, Jason must make a final choice: Rule the empire that destroyed him… or burn it all to protect the ones he loves.

*There are three books in one! Since they need to be read in order, they are one right after another! * With a genius IQ and her own tattoo shop, Kristen is about to become 18. After years of being abused by her stepmother, Kristen has decided to leave her pack with the money her tattoo shop has made. Regardless of who her mate is, Kristen will be on her own adventure. Unfortunately, more than one male has a problem with her independence. Kristen's fiery personality has placed her into a situation that is forcing her to face everything she has escaped. How much can one person endure before they give up?

When the media exposed that I was the true heir, they dragged me back from the countryside—not to welcome me, but to shut me up. My mother called me an embarrassment. My three sisters begged my father to keep the fake brother instead. My ex-girlfriend? She laughed and said, "He's everything you'll never be." They don't know that the real heir died years ago. I'm just a transmigrator who woke up in his body and I've already read the novel about this family's downfall. I know the fake brother is planning to bankrupt my father. I know the lottery jackpot he's about to win. I even know the exact moment my mother will kneel and cry for my forgiveness. They want a scapegoat? Fine. I'll play the fool. But by the time they realize I'm not the victim, I'll own everything they love.

My gaze fell on a slender mortal girl with short dark hair and glowing brown eyes. She looked like she was about to cry, and soon enough, she began sobbing. I glanced at the heaps of bodies around her—were they her companions? Why was she crying? This was war, and their fate was sealed the moment they entered my domain. I tilted my head, resting it on my hand as I studied her. There was something different about her, something I couldn’t quite figure out. Why did I feel a flicker of pain, an emotion, from my pitch-black heart? It shouldn’t be possible—my heart was dead. I was sure of that. Yet, she walked toward my castle, forcing herself closer with each step. Her foundation was weak, far weaker than the knights I had just slain. I channeled my cosmic bolt, aimed to kill, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I tried, but she kept moving forward, weeping uncontrollably. The ache inside me grew as she finally reached me, collapsing and embracing me, her cries so loud they seemed to echo in my soul. I was frozen, unsure of what to do. Emotions I thought long dead came crashing back. She sniffled and cried out, “Come home, big brother. Please come home with me.” She cuddled closer, and a warmth spread through me. I felt a warm liquid on my cheeks—tears. I realised I was crying. “Please, big brother, let’s go home,”

'Waah......waaah' My baby was crying tremendously and here I was thinking what was happening there. "It's ok child .Everything is going to be alright, The bitter seeds that I have sowed .I would not let you cut them in my instead ,that's my promise to you" Suddenly the horse slipped and I fell to the ground with my child intact. I mumble to myself "Is this what we call karma but still I must protect you .I Immediately left the horse and tearing the magic scroll .I whispered 'The Catholic Temple' "Bring that child to me," said Patricia, the Highest priest in rank. As he holds my child with care in both hands a question arises in his mind "What name do you like to give him? He is your son. It's wise if you give him a name." . I took a last glimpse afterwards,I turned my back against him before murmuring with an uneven heart."I always desire to call him Ryaniar ." I have been running Goddess. I have been running a lot from my destiny till my sister to the handmaiden. Everybody has been sacrificed against my bad fortune .It even did not let the white witch unstained. So how come I dared to fantasise a future that's very bricks was served by uncountable baits. If you are reading this letter then . At least I can entrust his safety to you. Please save my child in this life. Your deceased Isabella Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/mint_malimilkain10001/

I am Alsean Zeffran. That day, the doctor informed me that my heart had only six months left. Before I could even digest that bitter reality, the world crushed me further. I was detained at the hospital because I had no money, brutally dumped by Laura, the woman I loved, and then fired without pay by the project foreman under a heavy New York downpour. Penniless, hopeless, and carrying a body that grew weaker by the minute, I found a mysterious old man dying in a street gutter. At my lowest point, I still chose to extend a helping hand. I cared for him until he drew his last breath. In return, he left me a dull black ring. As I lamented my fate and slipped the cold ring onto my ring finger, a ghostly voice suddenly echoed inside my head: "Welcome, Heir to the Ring of Prosperity." Now, held in my hand is a mysterious power bringing boundless wealth. Will I be able to rise, turn my fate around, and silence those who once looked down on me, or does this ring hide a dark secret that demands a price far higher than my own life?