What happens when the truth you thought you knew turns into a debt you never saw coming? Marcus remembers three things vividly from his senior year: - Blue-brown eyes he can drown in - A stolen first kiss - A frame-job that nearly destroyed his future When he meets Celeste thirteen years later, he's a different man. Hard. Sharp. With only one emotion to spare for Celeste: enmity. Convinced she is running a con on his family, he does the only thing he is convinced will keep them safe-offer her a job she can't refuse. A job that keeps her close-and away from his family. A job that could change everything-for both of them. Celeste fell for Marcus in high school. She watched from the sidelines as he chose someone else-until an impulsive kiss and a reckless lie destroyed her future. She paid the ultimate price for loving Marcus: losing everything she ever knew. She rebuilt her life-only for tragedy to strike again. Now she's back, disgraced, blacklisted from her industry, and future hanging by a thread. Her path leads her to Marcus and a chance for redemption. A job opportunity that could fix everything-with one condition: Succeed or lose the only friends she's ever had. Forced to work together, the ice begins to thaw. After a devastating accident, past and present collide. Marcus is forced to confront the truth he's been blind to for thirteen years. Celeste didn't betray him. She saved him. Now, he's in her debt-but she is already walking away. Can Marcus prove that his love is worth the sacrifices she made? Or are some debts too heavy to forgive? THE MENDED HEARTS SERIES Book 1: The Unseen Bride (Keith & Ella) Book 2: The Debts We Don't See (Marcus & Celeste) ← You are here Each book is a complete standalone with guaranteed HEA. Read in any order, but connect for the full family saga. ⚠️ CONTENT NOTES: Mature themes | PTSD representation | Past SA (mentioned, non-graphic) | Parental alcoholism

What would you do if you found out your husband is cheating on you,not only that but his mistress who is also your cousin by the way, is pregnant with his baby?A baby you desperately wanted and trying for years. I think if your entire world is crashing down, the easiest way out is to run and drink your grief away. So that's exactly what I did. Except, never in a million years, I expected my husband's bestfriend, who I hadn't seen in years would be there to comfort me in more ways than one and will follow me all the way back to my city, home and office. Yes, this stubborn man is my company's new client and I don't think I can get rid of him or if I want to. He wants a chance to show me how good it can get.He's dangerously alluring but unfortunately my life is full of drama, giving him a chance would be a mistake or would it? This book is strictly for mature audience🔞 Trigger warning: Contains on page cheating and betrayal. (Not by the main characters), infertility issues and extreme jealousy issues. This story contains a happy ending and multiple POVs. RANKINGS : #1 - angstwithhappyending - 26-02-2026 #1- happyending- 26-02-2026 #1- brokentrust- 07-01-2026 #1- infidelity- 08-01-2026 #1- divorce- 10-03-2026 #3- revenge- 27-02-2026

I thought I knew the cost of ambition. I built my husband's company from the ground up, coding through exhaustion and pregnancy while he charmed investors and claimed the spotlight. I told myself we were a team. Until I lose my baby, alone, and see him laughing on a rooftop party with another woman. That night, I log back into the system I designed and make a small adjustment. Not enough to destroy it. Just enough to make it tremble. _______________________________________ Levi Thorne, the billionaire CEO preparing to merge with Eli's company, recognises the precision immediately. And when he reaches out to the mysterious "Ghost" behind the architecture, he finds something far more dangerous than sabotage: a woman who has been underestimated for far too long. As corporate tension escalates and betrayal turns public, Mira must choose between the safety of invisibility and the risk of being seen by a man who understands exactly what she's capable of. Because the most powerful revenge isn't destruction. It's a revelation.

He called her his. His ol' lady. His wife. Property of Clutch. Rebecca "Bex" Pierce never belonged to anyone. She chose him. She stood beside him. She wore his patch with pride. Until the night he chose wrong. When a lie tears through the Dawnbreakers MC, loyalty turns toxic and pride turns cruel. In front of his brothers, in front of the clubhouse, Clutch does the one thing Bex never thought he would. He doesn't hit her. He doesn't cheat. He just doesn't believe her. And if he doesn't believe her? Then the patch means nothing. So she takes it off herself. Throws it at his feet. And walks away from the only life she's ever known. No protection. No club. No husband. The fallout fractures the Dawnbreakers from the inside out. Secrets unravel. Brothers fall. The club reforms. But the woman he lost? She isn't waiting to be claimed again. If Clutch wants his wife back, he won't just have to apologize. He'll have to rebuild everything he broke. Publicly. Relentlessly. Without expecting forgiveness. Because this time, she isn't property of anyone. Not even him. This story was born inside the Grovel & Betrayal Facebook group during a live "build-a-book" day. You asked for: • Public humiliation • Believed-the-wrong-person betrayal • Nuclear heartbreak • A man who has to earn her back And as I was reading your comments, one character kept echoing in my head. Clutch. You met him in Unlawful Hearts. You saw the quiet weight he carried. You heard him whisper to Remi. You watched him stand in the fire with the Dawnbreakers. This is his story. Welcome back to the Redemption Road world, this is within the same timeline as Unlawful Hearts.

Elliot Vale doesn't fall in love. He manages perception. As the public face of Northwell, he understands one thing better than anyone: appearances are everything. Stability matters. Control matters. Feelings complicate things. So when a fake engagement becomes the cleanest solution to a public problem, Elliot drafts the rules like he always does. Thirty days. Public appearances. No emotional liability. Harper Lane knows exactly what she's agreeing to. She builds brands for a living. She understands strategy. She believes she can enjoy something temporary without expecting forever. It's controlled. It's professional. It's not supposed to feel real. Until it does. Until the lines blur. Until pretending feels indistinguishable from truth. Until Harper starts wanting something that was never part of the agreement. And when Elliot, desperate to prove he's still in control, reminds her exactly what their arrangement was... he does it in a way Harper can't forgive. She doesn't fight. She doesn't beg. She chooses herself. And Elliot is left to face the one thing he never planned for: Feelings don't follow contracts.

Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

I've worked the floor long enough to know when someone doesn't belong. New York is loud. Honest. Brutal if you can't keep up. So when she walked into my bar and introduced herself to be "Alexandra Brooke," - I knew two things immediately: One, she was lying. Two, she was running from something big. I've seen heiresses before. Socialites. Women who wear money like perfume. She wore silence like armor. Too refined. Too controlled. Too careful with her words - like every sentence had been practiced in four different languages before it left her mouth. She says she's from nowhere special. But I've watched the way she holds a wine glass. The way British slips into her vowels when she's tired. The way she stands like someone who's never had to slouch for survival. I don't know her real name. I don't know why a woman with eyes like that - amber-brown, guarded, carrying centuries of expectation - is hiding in NYC, sleeping in the spare room of my loft. But I know this: She's not just a anyone ordinary. She's a storm disguised as stillness. And whoever she's running from? They haven't met me yet. - My name is Noah Thorne. Queens born. Floor manager at Hightide. Loyal to Brian Garcia like he's blood. I fix problems. I protect what's mine. I don't play status games, and I don't bow to empires. But this woman? She's different. She looks like she was raised in palaces and trained not to flinch. Like she's been sculpted into something priceless and put behind glass. I see cracks in the marble. They call her the Golden Bird. They just forgot something. Cages break. And when they do- I'll be right there when she learns how to fly.

She loved him loudly. He loved her quietly-only when it was convenient. Leah believed two years of love meant security, a future, a place she could finally call hers. Yet, every time it mattered, he chose someone else. A best friend. A familiar comfort. A silence that hurts more than betrayal. This is a story about emotional neglect, unspoken loyalties, and the slow realization that love without priority is a form of loss. It asks a difficult question: How long can you stay where you are never fully chosen?

Rosie has loved Wesley for years - quietly, carefully, and never enough to risk their friendship or losing him. Since college, he's been her constant: Late night talks, inside jokes, the one person who feels like home. When Wesley starts to fall in love with someone else, Rosie is forced to confront the truth she's hidden, and loving him means watching him choose another life. When Distance and restraint turn affection into longing and silence becomes heavier than honesty, Rosie has to decide if the bond she's protected for so worth the risk, or if some loves are just destined to remain unspoken.

They call my husband the embodiment of cruelty. Demetri Ferraro was forged for control, vengeance, and bloodshed without conscience. Strangers murmur cautions about what he might do, forgetting I sleep inches from him nightly. If only they could witness what I have. There's a terrifying authenticity to our marriage. With me, he's attentive to the point of reverence. I wear his fingerprints like brands. His vigilance wraps around me, reflexive as breathing. I trusted him completely because betrayal seemed impossible. That was my undoing The merger of our families cost me things I didn't know I was losing. I salvaged only the skating rink-solitary hours on pristine ice before dawn or after midnight. The architecture of my future was more elaborate than I comprehended. The truth doesn't announce itself with confession. It arrives without remorse, manifesting as inevitability, as though questioning his constructed reality was never an option. I don't doubt that my husband loves me. For the true terror of Demetri Ferraro isn't found in shadows or violence. It's in how he determined I belonged to him, by systematically eliminating any alternative path.