Czerwinski Sullivan Angie

My husband, Julian, wanted me to put his sister’s name on Thorn, the wine series I had poured my heart and soul into. He said it was just a temporary PR move, a way to salvage his scandal-plagued sister’s reputation. He believed that as the unseen winemaker behind Laurel Valley Winery, I should be willing to make a sacrifice for the family. He thought I would just take it. What he didn’t know was that the moment he treated my life’s work like an asset he could just loan out, our marriage was over. I smiled and nodded, playing along. The second he was gone, I called the best divorce lawyer in California. “I want half of his winery.” … When Julian came home, he was wearing a scent that wasn’t mine. It wasn’t the tart sweetness of fermenting grapes or the quiet depth of Napa Valley oak. It was the cloying, ostentatious sweetness of tuberose—the expensive perfume Seraphina had been obsessed with lately. He didn’t even look at me. He walked straight to the w......

My wedding day. My fiancé, Graham Whitmore, was in the garden, dancing with his best friend, Sloane. She was wearing a white gown. That was supposed to be my first dance. From the livestream in the bridal suite, I heard the guests cheering them on. I heard the wedding planner’s strained voice asking him when he was going to come for me. And I heard his easy laugh. “Let her wait. Sloane is my ‘practice bride.’” I killed the livestream, grabbed my tablet, and walked into the reception hall. The room went dead silent. “Congratulations, Graham. Congratulations, Sloane.” I caught the eye of the technician and signaled for him to switch the main screen from the wedding video to my tablet. On it was the wedding gift I’d prepared for the Whitmore Foundation: an exclusive licensing agreement for my personal patent. In front of every donor and board member, I tapped “Revoke.” A massive “Notice of License Termination” filled the screen. “First, I will ......

My daughter was dying. The doctor held the critical condition notice, his warning stark. Lily’s Fanconi anemia had reached its breaking point. We had to run an expensive genetic test. Immediately. It was her only chance at survival. I ran, a madwoman in search of my husband, Caleb. He was at the family’s charity gala, playing the part of the “hero’s family,” escorting his “emotionally fragile” sister-in-law, Clara, as they soaked in the crowd’s admiration. I rushed him, dropped to my knees, and begged. “Caleb, the money. I just need the money. Please, save Lily.” The polished warmth on his face curdled into embarrassment, then fury. “Have you no sense of occasion?” In front of everyone, he shoved me away. “You want to touch the family trust for some insignificant test? That money is for Clara’s comfort.” I froze, a chill seeping into my bones. For five years of marriage, I thought my greatest enemy was my perpetually grieving sister-in-law. She......

My daughter was dying. The doctor held the critical condition notice, his warning stark. Lily’s Fanconi anemia had reached its breaking point. We had to run an expensive genetic test. Immediately. It was her only chance at survival. I ran, a madwoman in search of my husband, Caleb. He was at the family’s charity gala, playing the part of the “hero’s family,” escorting his “emotionally fragile” sister-in-law, Clara, as they soaked in the crowd’s admiration. I rushed him, dropped to my knees, and begged. “Caleb, the money. I just need the money. Please, save Lily.” The polished warmth on his face curdled into embarrassment, then fury. “Have you no sense of occasion?” In front of everyone, he shoved me away. “You want to touch the family trust for some insignificant test? That money is for Clara’s comfort.” I froze, a chill seeping into my bones. For five years of marriage, I thought my greatest enemy was my perpetually grieving sister-in-law. She......

My wedding day. My fiancé, Graham Whitmore, was in the garden, dancing with his best friend, Sloane. She was wearing a white gown. That was supposed to be my first dance. From the livestream in the bridal suite, I heard the guests cheering them on. I heard the wedding planner’s strained voice asking him when he was going to come for me. And I heard his easy laugh. “Let her wait. Sloane is my ‘practice bride.’” I killed the livestream, grabbed my tablet, and walked into the reception hall. The room went dead silent. “Congratulations, Graham. Congratulations, Sloane.” I caught the eye of the technician and signaled for him to switch the main screen from the wedding video to my tablet. On it was the wedding gift I’d prepared for the Whitmore Foundation: an exclusive licensing agreement for my personal patent. In front of every donor and board member, I tapped “Revoke.” A massive “Notice of License Termination” filled the screen. “First, I will ......

The day I died in the Blackwood pack’s underground cell, the pup in my belly died with me. In my previous life, Kieran Blackwood was drugged with a rut-inducing substance after the full moon banquet. His eyes were blood-red as he ordered me to call Selena Hart. But I didn’t. I shut the door, walked into his room, and willingly offered my body to see him through the night. A month later, I was pregnant. Under pack law, if an Alpha gets an unmarked adult Omega pregnant, he must give her a formal claim. The elder council forced Kieran into a temporary bonding ceremony with me. But on the day of the ceremony, Selena was abducted by rogues just outside the territory. She called him one hundred and ninety-nine times for help. He didn’t answer a single one. Later, on the day I went into labor, he locked me in the confinement cell. There was no healer, no hot water—only wolfsbane to suppress my wolf, and each breath I took was weaker than the last. Before I died, I heard him say: “If y......

The day I died in the Blackwood pack’s underground cell, the pup in my belly died with me. In my previous life, Kieran Blackwood was drugged with a rut-inducing substance after the full moon banquet. His eyes were blood-red as he ordered me to call Selena Hart. But I didn’t. I shut the door, walked into his room, and willingly offered my body to see him through the night. A month later, I was pregnant. Under pack law, if an Alpha gets an unmarked adult Omega pregnant, he must give her a formal claim. The elder council forced Kieran into a temporary bonding ceremony with me. But on the day of the ceremony, Selena was abducted by rogues just outside the territory. She called him one hundred and ninety-nine times for help. He didn’t answer a single one. Later, on the day I went into labor, he locked me in the confinement cell. There was no healer, no hot water—only wolfsbane to suppress my wolf, and each breath I took was weaker than the last. Before I died, I heard him say: “If y......

The day I died in the Blackwood pack’s underground cell, the pup in my belly died with me. In my previous life, Kieran Blackwood was drugged with a rut-inducing substance after the full moon banquet. His eyes were blood-red as he ordered me to call Selena Hart. But I didn’t. I shut the door, walked into his room, and willingly offered my body to see him through the night. A month later, I was pregnant. Under pack law, if an Alpha gets an unmarked adult Omega pregnant, he must give her a formal claim. The elder council forced Kieran into a temporary bonding ceremony with me. But on the day of the ceremony, Selena was abducted by rogues just outside the territory. She called him one hundred and ninety-nine times for help. He didn’t answer a single one. Later, on the day I went into labor, he locked me in the confinement cell. There was no healer, no hot water—only wolfsbane to suppress my wolf, and each breath I took was weaker than the last. Before I died, I heard him say: “If y......