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After turning down Colby Harris' proposal for the 99th time, I was taken aback when I received a wedding invitation from him. The bride wasn't me, but his former flame, Georgina Lawrence. Feeling completely disillusioned, I impulsively accepted Huxley Griffin's proposal, a prominent figure in London society. Huxley was so ecstatic that he organized a grand fireworks display, publicly announcing our engagement. I thought I had found someone who would bring me lifelong happiness. That was until I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and a friend. "You really don't have that bad of a taste, but causing a car accident on the wedding day is a bit extreme, isn't it?" There was a cold chuckle that followed. "It's about her rare blood type to treat Georgina. I've already devoted the rest of my life to this. What more can she want?" "The title of Mrs.

I thought I had my fairytale ending when I married Dayton Reed, the charming heir to a tech empire. But a car crash on our wedding day gave him amnesia, and his family used it as an excuse to erase me. For five years, I watched another woman, Cassidy, take my place, enduring their cruelty while clinging to the hope that my husband was still in there somewhere. Then I overheard him talking to his father. He laughed, calling his amnesia the "best performance of my life." He admitted our whole relationship was a lie-a way to atone for his family's role in my parents' deaths. In the same breath, his new fiancée announced she was pregnant. My love wasn't just forgotten; it was a joke. He had orchestrated five years of my torment, from the murder of my dog to the loss of our unborn child. He thought he broke me. He was wrong. Years later, I've rebuilt my life. And tonight, on a live news broadcast with the whole world watching, I'm going to expose every last one of his sins and burn his empire to the ground.

On the day they buried Melissa, I discovered in her will that she wanted me to marry her husband, Alpha Daniel and take care of their son until he was old enough. Five years later, on what would have been Melissa fourtieth birthday, I decided to wear the elegant blue dress she’d worn for her last celebration. Instead, I found it shredded on my bed with paint splattered across the torn dress. Dazed, I looked up to find Ethan standing in the doorway. “You think wearing her clothes makes you her?” Ten-year-old, Ethan eyes pierced through me. “You’re nothing but a replacement part. Defective.” I touched my bleeding forehead, speechless. “Mom would hate what you’ve become—a pathetic gold-digger leeching off our family name.” He stepped closer. “Every night I pray you’ll die slowly, painfully, like she did. Then I could visit your grave and tell you how much better we are without you.” The venom in his voice cut deeper than any wound. “Dad only touches you because you look like her. He whispers her name, not yours.” His smile was chilling. “You’re just a warm body filling the space she left.” Something inside me finally broke. Five years of verbal abuse, five years of trying to love a child who only wanted to hurt me. I was done. With shaking hands, I reached for my phone and dialed my lawyer’s number. “It’s Kate,” I said. “I want to file for divorce. Today.”

'Happy married life Liora,' my stepsister, Camille, chuckled, mockery dripping from her voice. She leaned closer to me, her lips brushing against my ear as her voice dropped down to a whisper, 'Though your husband already started it with another woman.' **** Sold off in a marriage of convenience to save her dying father and his crumbling company, Liora Bennett thought she was prepared for any sacrifice. But nothing could prepare her for Sebastian Carvers. The ruthless billionaire who is just as cold as he is handsome, and he makes it devastatingly clear that she is just an unwanted burden in his life. But Liora is about to discover that she didn't just walk into a miserable marriage- she walked straight into his trap and she would never be able to resist a man like him. Now, with her father's legacy and her own future on the line, her only choice is to outmaneuver the most powerful and cunning man she's ever met. Can she beat him at his own game before he destroys everything she has left?

A holiday of raw, dirty pleasures. A collection of forbidden desires brought to life. A Christmas spent in Sin and dirty fantasies. It includes steamy sex from coworkers that love dirty talk and sex, Travelers and tourists that want to experience bliss, holiday pleasures in small towns, brides enjoying the night before their wedding with strippers and so many more that would leave your panties damp and pussy throbbing. A story filled with hot, passionate and steamy sex. Are you ready for this rollercoaster of undiluted and unfiltered tale that'll leave you breathless, aching and sinful. If you're not 🔞 kindly scroll past this book.

I gave up my future as a top design graduate to play the perfect trophy wife for Wall Street billionaire Dominick Carrillo. But at a high-profile gala, he suddenly returned from his overseas trip three days early, parading a Hollywood actress on his arm. He dropped a million dollars on her charity necklace in front of the entire Manhattan elite, publicly humiliating me. When I confronted him with proof of his lies back at our penthouse, he threw his limitless black card at me like I was a high-priced escort. To punish my defiance, he violently pinned me down, forcing himself on me to assert his absolute control. The next morning, he caught me fixing the terrible architectural sketches for his new boutique hotel project. He coldly locked my designs away in his briefcase without a second glance. "The business world doesn't care about sketches. Just be a good Mrs. Carrillo and max out your credit cards." I stared at the empty room as he left for a hotel, my phone buzzing with mocking texts from other socialites. For three years, I had locked my talent in a golden cage for this marriage, only to be treated like a brainless canary and a disposable line item on his balance sheet. The rules of this marriage were done. I opened my laptop, found a national design competition sponsored by his biggest corporate rival, and hit submit. I didn't apply as Mrs. Carrillo. I applied as Aubrey Middleton.

When Ellie Hudson catches her father Jenson in bed with their longtime nanny Martha on the day of her mother's funeral, she is betrayed by not only her father and her nanny, but her husband too.

I had been Adrian Conway's executive assistant for five years, serving as the perfect, invisible shadow to the coldest billionaire in Manhattan. But a single night of weakness after a high-stakes charity gala left me staring at a positive pregnancy test in the office restroom, my heart hammering with a fear I couldn't escape. I tried to keep the secret and maintain my professionalism, but a freak accident in the lobby sent the test sliding across the marble floor-straight to the feet of Adrian's mother. The terrifying matriarch didn't offer a hand; she offered a cold, calculated ultimatum that turned my life into a high-stakes business transaction. Adrian didn't even look at me when he heard the news, his voice cutting like a scalpel as he called our night a "mistake" and an "irrelevancy." Within days, I was forced into a hollow marriage at City Hall, wearing a diamond that felt like a shackle and moving into a penthouse where I was treated like an unwanted intruder. The nightmare deepened when they slid a new contract across the table: I would carry the child to term, hand it over to the Conway family immediately after birth, and sign away all parental rights for five million dollars. "Don't expect me to play the loving husband. You are an employee who got a promotion," Adrian sneered, his eyes filled with pure loathing. He believed I had trapped him for his fortune, and his sister publicly branded me a "gold-digging parasite" while trying to force a DNA test. When I hesitated to sign the paper giving up my baby, Adrian leaned in with a terrifying calm, threatening to stop the life-saving medical payments for my dying mother. I was surrounded by unimaginable wealth but had never felt more impoverished, realizing that to the Conways, I was nothing more than a vessel for an heir. I couldn't understand how a man I had respected for years could be so monstrously cruel, holding my mother's life hostage just to steal my child. As I looked at the cold, clinical man who was now my husband, the desperation in my chest turned into a hard, freezing resolve. I picked up the pen and scrawled my name on the contract to save my mother, but I made a silent promise to the tiny life inside me. I had nine months to find a loophole, nine months to gather their secrets, and nine months to make Adrian Conway regret the day he ever thought he could own me.

Five years ago, Zara Cole lost everything she believed in-love, trust, and the man who promised her forever. Today, she's back in his world with one mission: destroy the empire that chose power over her. Alexander Cross is no longer the man she loved. He's a billionaire CEO with a flawless reputation and a past he buried deep-until Zara returns as the woman determined to expose him. What begins as revenge becomes a dangerous game of truth, betrayal, and forbidden desire. And when secrets rise to the surface, Zara must decide: Will she take down the man who broke her heart... or risk everything for the love that never truly died?

I stood alone in the center of the Plaza Hotel's grand ballroom, a vision in white that no one remained to see. My ninety-ninth wedding dress—a hand-beaded Vera Wang creation that had taken six months to complete—felt like a mockery now, its weight crushing against my ribs with each shallow breath I managed to take. Ninetieth. Ninth. Time. The chairs, arranged in perfect rows and adorned with white roses and silk ribbons, sat empty. The string quartet had long since packed away their instruments. Only the champagne flutes remained on the tables, untouched, the bubbles gone flat—much like my dreams. "Poor Isabella Martinez," came a whisper from the doorway, where a cluster of Manhattan's elite lingered, their designer heels and Italian loafers not quite crossing the threshold. "Abandoned at the altar again." "Ninety-nine times," another voice added, not bothering to lower her tone.

I pulled my top down and brought his lips to my tight nipples and he sucked on them and gave them a soft bite that made me quiver and moan. He knew I liked it and immediately pulled my bottoms down. "Let's see how wet you are" he softly said. He stuck two fingers inside me and it made my whole body relax as he curled them in and pulled them out again, revealing two very sticky fingers. "You want more ?" I nodded and pushed his hand back inside of me as he pushed them in slowly and deeply inside me. Then he turned his hand over and it made me moan when he came down and began to suck on my clit and get me closer and closer to an orgasm. I pulled his head up and stroked his hair, all I wanted was his cock. He began to get harder and I got more and more anxious. "Please put it in me" I pleaded but he told me to be patient. I could do that and he didn't disappoint when he slowly stopped eating me out and jacked himself off in front of my opening. It was so hot as he fingered me deeper and harder I thought he was never going to put it in me when he flipped me over with my legs and fucked me hard and deep. I gasped when he entered me because of how veiny and ribbed his dick felt inside me. He pushed deep and kissed my back and neck as he clenched my nipple and twisted it making me moan. I was confused because I was in love with another man who loved me equally. How am I going to deal with this?

When Linda walks in on her husband’s ultimate betrayal—her cousin in her wedding dress—her marriage, family, and identity collapse in a single night. But hidden in the shadows is a secret about her past that will rewrite her future: a powerful inheritance, a legacy of billions, and the chance to seize control of everything. From obedient housewife to unstoppable heiress, Linda will rise from humiliation to power. And those who mocked her will soon learn—betrayal carries a price. 💔 Infidelity 🔥 Revenge 💎 Billionaire Secrets ⚡ Transformation

I thought heartbreak would break me. Maybe it did. But not in the way I expected. It awakened the monster inside. On the night I caught my boyfriend of five years with another woman, something snapped inside me. I wore rage like an outfit. Claws tore through my skin. I heard voices in my head, voices I was certain weren't mine. Then he appeared. Darian McAlister, the Lycan prince, all shades of danger wrapped in silver hair and flaming eyes. He saved me from myself that night, and then, accidentally marked me. Now, I'm tied to the man who's already betrothed to another. A man who wants nothing to do with me, and has made that clear. A man who still lurks in the shadows, waiting for something. And to make things worse, the Lycan family wants me dead, because the blood flowing through my veins creates a bond between me and the enemy that nearly destroyed them. But fate doesn't care about politics or debts owed. The accidental marking demands blood, and if we don't complete the Lycan's mating process... One of us dies.

The Pierre Hotel smelled like gardenias and old money. I stood just inside the ballroom entrance and let the scene wash over me. Crystal chandeliers threw soft light across a hundred faces I didn't recognize and a dozen I did. Women in gowns that cost more than cars. Men in tuxedos that fit like they were born wearing them. Waiters gliding between clusters of conversation with trays of champagne so pale it looked like liquid gold. Six years ago, I would have been one of those waiters. I took a glass from a passing tray and didn't drink it. My steel-gray gown was custom Valentino, fitted so precisely it felt like armor. It cost more than my entire first-year scholarship at Columbia.

Alaya woke up in the sterile hospital room to a devastating reality: her six-month-old baby was gone, lost in a horrific car crash. But as the memories crashed into her, she realized she had been reborn. She was back three years before her ultimate death, back to the moment she remembered lying bleeding on the asphalt while her husband, Hardy, shielded his mistress from the freezing rain. When Hardy finally showed up at the ward, he coldly dismissed the crash as a mere accident and immediately left to comfort his young lover. To make matters worse, Alaya secretly checked her medical files and found a terrifying detail: someone had intentionally slipped beta-blockers into her system, a lethal drug for her transplanted heart. And Hardy didn't care about her dead baby or her irreversible infertility. He only coldly confirmed with the doctor that her heart was still viable. A horrifying suspicion made Alaya's blood run cold. Why was her husband so obsessed with protecting her transplanted heart while treating her like garbage? And why was his perfectly healthy mistress secretly racking up massive bills at an advanced cardiac hospital? Realizing she was nothing but a vessel in a twisted, deadly game, Alaya didn't shed another tear. She packed her belongings, left her flawless diamond wedding ring on the cold marble table, and vanished from their penthouse. When Hardy finally tracked her down, she threw a thick stack of documents onto the table. "Sign the divorce papers," she said, her eyes completely dead.

At first, she figured she was signing a marriage agreement, just a checkbox. As the empire's heir, he said he'd claimed a wife only to dodge his family's arranged match. Both of them missed that the document had bound them. A certified marriage certificate arrived, and she waved it off as a clerical glitch-until the same elusive tycoon appeared at her sister's engagement, his name matching hers. Their "sham" turned into a feud: her modest family hid the scandal, and his ruthless family pushed her out. Each time she tried to annul it, the threat of divorce grew sharper, like a trap closing in.

Emily Parker has a simple life plan: write her steamy romance novels, collect her royalties, sleep whenever she wants, and avoid anything that sounds like responsibility. Marriage? Absolutely not. But when her aunt threatens to drag her back to the countryside and marry her off the traditional way, Emily makes a desperate promise-she'll find a husband in three months. There's just one problem. She's single. She hates dating. And she's far too lazy to fall in love. So she does what any rational, comfort-loving woman would do-she signs up for a contract marriage. Temporary husband. Minimal effort. Clean divorce. Peace restored. Except the man who accepts her proposal isn't just some convenient stranger. He's Adrian Vale. Thirty-one. Devastatingly calm. CEO of a global empire. And he remembers her. Emily may have lost her childhood memories in the accident that killed their parents-but Adrian never forgot a single detail. Not the night that changed everything. Not the little girl who once held his hand. Not the name she would one day unknowingly choose as her pen name: Vale. To her, it was just a contract. To him, it was fate. As secrets from the past begin to surface and the truth behind their shared tragedy threatens to tear them apart, Emily must decide whether to keep running from responsibility... or finally choose the man who has loved her long before she could remember him. She wanted a temporary husband. He's been waiting for her his entire life.

For fifteen years, I thought my mother had died in a tragic fire. Then the wealthy Ross family's butler knocked on my door, revealing she was alive—locked away in the psychiatric annex of their massive estate. I rushed into the lion's den to save her, only to run straight into Graydon Ross, the ruthless billionaire CEO. He looked at my cheap clothes with pure disgust, convinced I was a bottom-feeding scammer trying to extort his family. "Throw this bitch out into the snow." He ordered his armed guards to drag me away, completely cutting off my only chance to see my mentally broken mother. But as he violently grabbed my collar to throw me out, I saw a custom eagle-head cufflink hanging from his coat pocket. My blood turned to ice, and a wave of paralyzing terror crashed over me. Eight months ago, I accidentally slept with a masked stranger in a pitch-black hotel room and fled before dawn. That cufflink belonged to him. The man who took my virginity—the Wall Street tyrant I had been hiding from—was Graydon Ross. If he ever found out I was that woman, he would literally destroy my life. But to save my mother, I couldn't be thrown out. When his grandmother suddenly appeared, I dropped to the floor, exposed the dark bruises Graydon had just left on my wrists, and sobbed. I framed the billionaire for assault to secure my place in the mansion, forcing myself to live right next door to the monster whose bed I had fled.

Some women break when the world turns against them. Elizabeth Valen burned. She was twenty-three years old, in love, and carrying a secret when her sister looked her in the eye and dismantled her life with a smile. One planned scandal, her engagement destroyed and left bleeding on cold pavement while the man she loved walked back inside to the warmth and the music and the future they had built together — a future Selene had been quietly, patiently stealing for years. Given a chance at revenge, she is reborn but what she doesn’t know is things doesn’t go as planned. Framed for a crime she didn’t commit and cast out of the powerful Kingston empire, Elizabeth disappears without a trace. The world believes she’s dead. The world was wrong. Five years later she walks back into Kingston territory with a different name, a different empire, and a four-year-old daughter with her father’s blue eyes — the one secret left that could ruin everything. Lucien Kingston has spent five years building walls out of guilt and burying the truth of that night so deep he’s almost convinced himself it wasn’t his fault. Almost. Then Elizabeth crosses the threshold of his boardroom and every wall he built comes down at once. She isn’t here to forgive him. She isn’t here for closure. She’s here to take back everything they stole — her name, her power, her place in the world and if Lucien Kingston gets caught in the wreckage of that, then perhaps he should have thought about that before he chose Selene’s word over hers. But five years is a long time. Long enough for the truth to have become different. Long enough for Lucien to have become someone who might deserve a different ending than the one she planned. Long enough for Elizabeth to discover that revenge and love, when they share the same target, have a way of becoming impossible to tell apart. The question isn’t whether they still belong to each other. The question is whether belonging is enough.

After five years of marriage, my husband has left me stranded nineteen times for a woman he rescued. The first time, he took off with her because she scraped her knee, leaving me stuck on the roadside for three days. The second time, he claimed the dirt on my clothes triggered her allergies, forcing him to stop the car, abandoning me in a desolate landscape for seven days. ... It seemed that whenever I had a chance to be alone with him, his assistant conveniently fell ill. The nineteenth time he left me behind, I hopped into his rival’s jeep, and that made him furious. --- The jeep arrived at the refugee camp, and Thomas Sullivan led me over, chuckling as he said, "Estelle, it's been almost three years since you’ve been back home, right? I remember this vacation coincides with your fifth wedding anniversary with Dutton. You should make it special." The word "anniversary" only brought bitterness to my heart. Yes, almost three years in the refugee camp without returning home.

I didn't fall in love. I signed my name. When Aria Vale is forced into a marriage contract to save her family from ruin, she expects cold rules, clean boundaries, and an emotionless arrangement. What she doesn't expect is Callum Hale. Ruthless. Untouchable. A man who treats marriage like a business deal, and her like a clause he never planned to want. Their union is supposed to be fake. No feelings. No intimacy. No betrayal. But proximity turns restraint into temptation, and every rule begins to blur. Stolen glances become dangerous. Touch becomes a mistake. Because the contract has an expiration date... And walking away might destroy them both. A forced marriage. A ruthless billionaire. And a love that was never part of the deal. 👉 Start reading now.

At six months pregnant, Thomas Montgomery had his friends over for some gaming. I prepared a meal and served it to them, only for Blaire Clark to burst into tears, accusing me of trying to upset her. All because I had mistakenly added some parsley she despised to the dish. Thomas and his friends demanded I apologize. "She's just sensitive; try to accommodate her," Thomas said coldly. I refused, and he pushed me down to my knees in front of Blaire. "Apologize to her, you're out of line!" Humiliated, I quietly scheduled the soonest possible appointment for an abortion that day. But when I truly decided to leave, Thomas went into a rage. I leaned against the cold wall as I made my way out of the hospital. The sky had turned dark, and snow was falling heavily.

Hazel Dawson has a crazy past, she's called the wealthiest billionaire a crazy bastard to his face without knowing. When the company she's working for suddenly gets sold to the youngest but ruthless businessman in the city- Xavier Steele- known for his crazy unpredictable ways, Hazel has no choice but to bear it and accept his overbearing requests as his secretary. But one night, when Xavier gets wounded after saving Hazel from an armed gunman,Hazel learns that her Boss might not be all that he looks like on the surface. In a two confined offices located at the top of the building separate from several workers, Roses bloom but thorns follow. Just when love seems within reach, Hazel is accused of stealing confidential contracts. With whispers of betrayal, a haunting past, and a string of murders circling the company, Hazel must clear her name-and her heart. Can Hazel prove that she did not steal the company's contracts for personal gain? Will Xavier look past his nagging belief of the wealthy belong together and go back to his ex? And with the increasing murders that keep getting tied to the company as the common denominator, what does this evil-doer hiding in the shadows aim to achieve?

‎She begged for years. ‎On her knees, in tears, swallowing every insult just to keep him. Everyone knew it. Everyone laughed at her. And he? He thought she would never stop. ‎ ‎But the last betrayal was different. It didn't break her, it burned everything she had left for him. This time she didn't cry, didn't argue, didn't even look back. She signed the divorce papers with steady hands and walked away as if he were nothing. ‎ ‎Now the woman who once begged is gone. What's left is colder, sharper, untouchable. And the man who threw her aside is the one who can't sleep, can't move on, can't forgive himself. ‎ ‎He thought she'd never leave. ‎He was wrong. ‎ When obsession turns into desire, when regret collides with lust, how far will he go to taste the woman who no longer belongs to him? ‎