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"I've been through heartbreak, and I don't desire love. Even if I marry you, I won't give you love." Lisa stared pointedly at him, " Are you okay with this, President Joseph?" "Then...Let's sign a one-year contract. If after one year we still don't find ourselves compatible, we break it off." **** The Heiress, Lisa Morgan came back home after an ultimate betrayal from her husband of three years, but her father wouldn't let her into his home unless she agreed to his condition. "Take over the company and marry Joseph Bronson, or leave and never come back again!" As a woman who only cares about survival right now, her choice was obvious but she never expected the turbulence that came after.

After seven years together, I told my boyfriend, Jaxon, I was pregnant. I thought it was the beginning of our forever. Instead, I found him at my prenatal clinic, comforting his secret, pregnant wife. He called our life a lie, a "business arrangement." His family beat me, humiliated me, and locked me in a dusty attic with rats for a month, leaving me to starve while he took his wife to her appointments. He promised me a future, a family, but chose to protect her and abandon our child. I was just an inconvenience to be discarded. So when they finally dragged me to the hospital, I made a choice. I waited for him to arrive after the procedure, his face full of fake concern. He saw the blood-stained sheets and his face crumbled. "What... what have you done?" he stammered. I smiled, my voice as cold and empty as my womb. "I got rid of it, Jaxon. I aborted your baby."

Era un acuerdo, frío y sencillo. Ella traía consigo cargas que parecían insuperables; yo estaba rodeado de escombros de una vida que alguna vez fue estable. Su esposo había dejado una herencia de problemas, y mi exesposa había decidido que arruinar mi existencia no era suficiente: quería arrebatarme lo único que realmente importaba, mi hijo. Así que el trato parecía lógico. Un negocio. Solo eso. Ella no tenía afinidad por los niños; yo detestaba los conflictos. Pero cuando todo parecía desmoronarse, el pacto ofrecía una salida. Un papel que firmar, una fachada que mantener. Ninguno saldría perdiendo... al menos, eso pensamos. Pero las cosas comenzaron a cambiar. A ella empezó a agradarle mi pequeño hijo. Y yo, contra todo pronóstico, empecé a encontrar cierto atractivo en los problemas que antes evitaba. "No enamorarse de la esposa falsa". Lo repetía en mi mente como un mantra, un intento desesperado de aferrarme a la razón. Mi subconsciente, siempre alerta, lo gritaba en cada mirada que cruzábamos. "No te enamores". Pero mi corazón tenía otros planes, y la lógica cedió ante la intensidad de lo que comenzaba a sentir. Ahora, el riesgo va más allá de perder a mi hijo, mi reputación, mi puesto como CEO o la credibilidad que tanto me ha costado construir. Ahora, el peligro reside en perderla a ella, en dejar ir a la mujer que nunca debió significar nada, pero que se ha convertido en todo. En medio de la desesperación, mientras la vida que construí se tambalea, tomo una decisión que lo cambiará todo. Porque esta vez no estoy dispuesto a rendirme. — Eres mía, Sofía, y no dejaré que te alejes. No a ti.

Ashley gave Nicolas ten years of love and five years of loyalty as his perfect housewife, only to be repaid with betrayal, humiliation, and death at the hands of him and his mistress. After being reborn, she vowed to make them pay. She tore apart the mistress, kicked her useless husband aside, and returned as the heiress of a top-tier family. Surrounded by billions, luxury, and a parade of elite bachelors, Ashley became the woman everyone wanted-including a cold, powerful tycoon. When Nicolas came begging for forgiveness, she smiled coldly. "Fuck off! My man is worth a hundred of you."

Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.

I stood before the full-length mirror in our Beverly Hills master suite, carefully dabbing peach-toned concealer onto the purple-yellow bruises marking my inner forearms. The morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains was unforgiving, highlighting every imperfection I was desperate to hide. Two days ago, Rachel had called out for James in that fragile, trembling voice she'd perfected over the last year. I'd been in the hallway between them. When James came rushing to her rescue—as he always did—he'd shoved me aside with enough force to send me stumbling against the doorframe. The bruises were shaped exactly like his fingers. "It's not that bad," I whispered to my reflection, wincing as I blended the makeup over tender skin. "It could be worse." I'd become an expert at such rationalizations. An expert at hiding—bruises, tears, disappointment. An expert at pretending our marriage wasn't crumbling beneath the weight of Rachel's calculated helplessness.

The Tiffany box in my hand felt heavy, a dense weight of expectation for a fifth anniversary that was supposed to fix everything. The penthouse was silent, the kind of expensive silence that only money can buy in Manhattan—thick, pressurized, and smelling faintly of sandalwood and cold air. I set my keys on the marble console, the click echoing too loudly in the foyer. "Graham?" My voice wavered. I cleared my throat, smoothing the silk of my dress. I needed to be perfect. Perfection was the only currency Graham accepted lately. A strange sound drifted from the study down the hall. Not the low hum of a business call, nor the clink of a scotch glass. It was a whimper.

After twelve years of marriage, my millionaire husband fell for the new receptionist at his company. Approaching forty, she wasn’t as attractive as me, nor did she have my figure, yet in just half a year, she had given him immense emotional support. Calvin looked at me, exhaustion written all over his face, and said, "If we divorce, you can have the house and the car. Amaia, just let me go." I lowered my gaze and replied calmly, "Okay." Then, I bought a calendar and circled a date. The countdown to divorce: 30 days. When I handed Calvin the divorce agreement, only 40 minutes had passed since he told me about the affair. As per our arrangement, the house, the car, and custody of Noah would be mine. He would give me a one-time payment of $3 million for compensation and child support. After that, Noah and I would no longer be involved in his life. Calvin was in the middle of a conference call.

The penthouse door crashed open, startling me from my half-sleep on the living room sofa. I'd been waiting for Dylan to return from the Monaco Grand Prix after-party, though I knew better than to expect him sober. Three years of this routine had taught me exactly what to anticipate after his victories—the stench of expensive champagne, the slurred words, and the cold indifference that had replaced what once was love. I struggled to my feet, my left leg stiff and aching as it always was late at night. The familiar pain shot through my hip as I steadied myself against the arm of the sofa. "Dylan, congratulations on the win," I said softly, limping toward him as he stumbled into our marble foyer. The lights of Los Angeles glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind me, casting long shadows across the room. He didn't answer, didn't even look at me. Instead, he shoved past, his shoulder connecting with mine hard enough to make me stumble. My bad leg buckled, and I caught myself against the wall, the impact sending a fresh wave of pain through my damaged limb.

Amelia Hayes spent her life being invisible, overlooked by her family, and trapped in the shadows of her insecurities. Forced into an arranged marriage with Maxwell Cole, a ruthless billionaire twice her age, she never imagined her life could get darker. Betrayed, abandoned, and pregnant, Amelia's world shatters when a tragic accident erases her memories.   Five years later, Amelia is no longer the timid girl she once was. Now a thriving artist with a young son, she's pieced together a new life-until a chance encounter with Maxwell threatens to unravel everything. Haunted by the past he never let go of, Maxwell is determined to reclaim the woman he wronged. But Amelia's memory isn't the only obstacle standing between them.   In a world of manipulation, betrayal, and revenge, the truth begins to surface: a web of lies spun by the people she trusted most. As secrets unfold and loyalties are tested, Amelia must confront the man she once loved-and the dark forces conspiring to tear them apart.   Can love survive when the past refuses to let go? Or will Amelia's second chance at happiness be destroyed before it begins?

He watched her with the new man. Then he taught them both how she really needs to be f*cked. Aria fled her obsessive ex's endless claiming-boardroom stares, public ruin, body-breaking nights. Now she's safe with sweet Ethan. Until Damien walks in... And refuses to leave. One command changes everything. Forever.

Isabella Mills appeared to be the picture-perfect wife—quiet, graceful, invisible beside her powerful CEO husband. But when Marcus humiliates her on a global livestream with his glamorous mistress, the world laughs at her pain. What no one knows is that Isabella has secrets of her own: an empire hidden in the shadows, resources Marcus could never imagine, and the patience to play the long game. In a story of betrayal, power, and ruthless strategy, Isabella must decide whether destroying the man she once loved will save her—or destroy what remains of her humanity.

I sat on the edge of the examination table, the crinkle of the sanitary paper sounding like thunder in the sterile room. The doctor didn't even look at me as he confirmed the news: the pregnancy was over. My husband, Keyon, didn't answer my call. He just sent an automated text: "In a meeting." When I returned to our cold mansion, I found his iPad glowing with a message from his "muse," Katina. He was throwing her a secret gala tonight-on our third wedding anniversary. He told her he couldn't wait to escape the "boring" and "draining" atmosphere I created at home. Keyon didn't stumble in until 3 AM, smelling of Katina's perfume with a smear of red on his collar. When I handed him the divorce papers, he laughed in my face. He called me a "glorified housekeeper" with no skills and no future, promising I'd be back in three days begging for a subway ticket. He even bet his friends ten thousand dollars that I wouldn't survive a week without his name. He had his assistant cancel my credit cards and block my gate access before I even reached the end of the driveway. He wanted me to starve. He wanted me to crawl. He sat in his office, mocking the "desperate" woman who pawned her three-million-dollar wedding ring for scrap metal just to pay for a meal. I stood on the rainy curb, watching the man I had protected for three years treat my life like trash. He didn't know about the ultrasound I just threw in the bin. He didn't know that while he was calling me "dull," I was the one secretly writing the code that kept his billion-dollar empire from collapsing. As I slid into a cheap Uber, I opened a hidden, encrypted app on my phone. The screen refreshed to a dashboard for an account Keyon didn't know existed. The balance was ten figures long-the accumulated wealth of "Solaris," the world's most elusive tech genius. Keyon thinks he just evicted a parasite, but he's about to find out he just declared war on the only person who can hit "delete" on his entire life.

Tentu, saya akan menambahkan POV (Point of View) ke setiap bab sesuai dengan permintaan Anda, tanpa mengubah format atau konten lainnya. I lay dying on a hospital gurney, my internal organs crushed from shielding my sister during the crash. Yet, my parents were down the hall, cooing over Estrella' s minor scratches while ignoring my fading pulse. "She' s faking it for attention," my father spat. "She' ll regret this stunt when she gets home." When the nurse frantically told them I was gone, my mother didn't shed a tear. She laughed. "Nice try," she sneered at the nurse. "Tell Carolina to stop playing dead. It' s pathetic." My spirit watched helplessly as they turned my funeral into a performance, painting me as the "difficult" child who finally ruined their lives. I thought my suffering was over, but then a violent pull dragged me back from the void. I opened my eyes in a stranger's body-Claire Tillman, a billionaire heiress betrayed by her fiancé. Now armed with a new face and unlimited resources, I realized I had a second chance. I wasn't just going to survive; I was going to destroy the fiancé who wronged Claire, and then I was coming for the family that let me die.

My son made his birthday wish in front of twenty people. "I wish the pretty lady was my real mommy instead." He was looking right at me when he said it. Five years old. My own flesh and blood. And the "pretty lady" he's talking about? My husband's dying ex-girlfriend — the one currently wearing my mother's necklace and living in the guest suite of my house. I didn't cry. I stopped crying the night Kade gave away our wedding — the one I'd spent six months planning, down to the custom Vera Wang — to let her experience walking down the aisle. Because she's terminally ill. Because she "only has months left." Because I'm supposed to be the bigger person. I've been the bigger person for five years. Bigger than the woman sleeping in my home. Bigger than the whispered phone calls at 2 AM. Bigger than watching my husband look at someone else the way he's never once looked at me. But here's what Kade Ashford doesn't know. I'm not breaking down tonight. I'm breaking free. The divorce papers are already signed — my side, anyway. And the offshore accounts his family thinks are hidden? I've had the routing numbers for three months. I slide the papers across the table. His face doesn't even change. He's already checking his phone — she's been rushed to the ER again. He leaves without signing. What he doesn't expect is who's waiting for me outside. Ryker Callahan. Six-three. Jaw like it was carved from Carrara marble. The kind of man who walks into a room and every woman forgets her own name. The founder of the venture fund that just acquired a controlling stake in the Ashford family's empire. And apparently, he's been watching me for a while. "You look like a woman who's about to do something magnificent." His voice is low and unhurried — the voice of a man who's never had to rush for anything because everything eventually comes to him. And the way his eyes drag down my face, slow and deliberate, makes my pulse do something it hasn't done in five years. I'm still legally married to a man who doesn't want me. And the most dangerous man in Austin is looking at me like I'm the only interesting thing in this city. This is either my revenge — or my ruin.

Every story in this collection is a direct line to your own wanting, each read leaves you drenched, and craving more thighs pressed together, breath caught in your throat. From a stranger's fingers finding you in a crowded bar to the slow, devastating unraveling of a woman on her knees, these are the moments you'll return to, again and again, until you're trembling. Warning: "Not for the faint of heart-only for the Dirty Slut-Seekers who crave the filth. Open the book only when you're ready to be ruined, and consumed by your filthy fantasies.

I was a modern surgical prodigy who died in an accident, only to wake up in the battered body of a despised, wolfless Omega. My father, the Alpha, forced me to be a substitute bride for a notoriously cruel, crippled Prince, just so his favorite daughter could be with the Alpha Heir. To save myself, I publicly refused the marriage, revealing I was completely barren from years of abuse. The furious Luna Queen didn't kill me directly. Instead, she humiliated me by gifting me—a barren, useless Omega—to her worst enemy, the terrifying Lycan King. Then, she forced a lethal bowl of Wolfsbane down my throat to permanently destroy my womb and made me crawl out of the palace on my bleeding knees. My Pack abandoned me to freeze to death outside their iron gates. "Keep it locked. Let the wolfless trash freeze to death out here," my sister sneered from the warmth of the estate. I dragged my broken body over the walls, only to find my blind mother beaten half to death just for begging for my life. I learned my father planned to announce my sudden "illness" in two days to tie up loose ends and protect my sister's reputation. But they didn't know the crippled Prince's condition was unstable, and his inner wolf would seize again. And they certainly didn't know that my custom titanium surgical needles had crossed over with my soul. I gripped the cold metal in my pocket, wiping the blood from my chin. I will use the Prince's life to force the Royal Pack to become my absolute shield, and dissect my abusers piece by piece.

It had been nine years of being tangled up with Max. On my birthday, his girlfriend crashed the party, declaring they were meant to be together and that I should consent to a divorce for their happiness. Max watched indifferently, expecting me to handle the situation as I always had with his difficult partners. But that day, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. I stood up, gave him a smile, and said, "I'm going to get some fresh air in the garden." Max barely noticed, likely thinking I was off to cry in solitude. But an hour passed, then two, then three, and I didn’t return. He came looking for me. All he found was a burnt cigarette and a ring in the garden. That's when he knew. I wasn't coming back.

The candle on the table had burned down to a stub. I watched the wax pool around the wick, slow and thick, and thought about how I'd spent forty minutes on my makeup. The restaurant was one of those West Village places with exposed brick and low lighting, the kind where couples leaned across small tables and whispered. I'd picked it for our anniversary. Seven years. I'd even worn the earrings Paxton gave me on our first Christmas together — small gold hoops that I kept in a velvet pouch in my dresser drawer. My phone sat next to my water glass. No missed calls. No texts. I picked it up and called him again.

Blurb; "I don't love you and I will never love you, Isabelle Yang!" I froze as the hatred in his eyes held me captive. I knew he wasn't happy with this arrangement. Neither was I. "But I am your wife, Emerson." "Wife?" He scoffed, stepping closer until my back hit the wall and I was trapped between his arms. "You mean wife... or just the woman chosen to carry my heir?" His words were the truth. That was the only reason I was here. Still, they hurt more than I expected. "You hurt my girlfriend by coming into our lives," he continued coldly. "And I plan to make you feel twice the pain you caused her." Then he did something worse than yelling-he sanitized his hands after touching me, as if I disgusted him. He walked away, leaving me heartbroken and shaking, wondering what I had done to deserve so much hatred. ... Isabelle Yang never imagined that her life could spiral into more darkness after catching her boyfriend and twin sister in bed on the night meant to celebrate their two-year anniversary. Before she could even recover, a call from home changed everything. Her marriage had been arranged with the Winters-one of the most powerful families in Europe. And her husband? Emerson Winters, the ruthless heir who cared about only two things... himself and his childhood sweetheart, Salma Hayden. But what happens when his love isn't enough to bear an heir, and he is forced into a marriage with Isabelle-a woman he sees as a mistake, a burden, an obligation? What will become of two hearts trapped in a marriage where hatred and resentment rule the day? Read this book to find out; The Billionaire's Unwanted Wife A novel by Queenebunoluwa15

Frances survived a horrific car crash, only to return to a suffocating life. Her wealthy husband, Baron, and his domineering mother were now relentlessly pressuring her to adopt a "poor, distant relative" named Jagger as the heir to their billionaire empire. But on her way to sign the adoption papers, a violent vision flashed in her mind. The crash wasn't an accident. She saw her car in flames, while Baron watched with cold, calculating eyes. Beside him stood an older Jagger, who calmly muttered the chilling truth. "The problem is solved." A private investigator soon confirmed her worst nightmares. Jagger wasn't a charity case; he was Baron's illegitimate son. The family had been illegally funneling offshore money to fund his elite lifestyle. Worse, Baron's ultimate plan was to label Frances mentally unstable, lock her away in a Swiss sanatorium for life, and bring in Jagger's biological mother to take her place. For years, Frances had played the perfect, obedient wife in their corporate marriage contract. How could they be so ruthlessly evil, plotting her agonizing death just to legitimize their dirty bloodline and steal her trust fund? But she was no longer the fragile puppet they thought she was. At the high-stakes board meeting, with all eyes expecting her to submit, she put the expensive pen down. "I refuse." Instead of adopting their bastard son, she slammed down an SEC whistleblower threat, forced a new will, and introduced her own handpicked heir. The war had just begun.

Ezra's lifelong friend had recently lost her husband. On our fifth wedding anniversary, he brought Laurel and her daughter into a bar and, in front of everyone, slipped the wedding ring off my finger. "Laurel needs a status now; you should give up this ring," he said. "Starting tomorrow, quit your job and focus on taking care of them at home." The room went silent, everyone expecting me to explode in anger. But I stayed composed, placing the signed divorce papers on the table before leaving. A friend stood up to intervene, but Ezra swirled his whiskey glass, smirking, "Let her go. I bet she’ll be begging for my forgiveness before dawn." As the door closed, laughter echoed through the room like crashing waves. They had no idea I’d received a text half an hour ago confirming my visa approval. The person picking me up was already waiting at my doorstep ten minutes earlier. This time, I wouldn’t look back.

Madison Harper knows all too well the chaos Alexander Knight leaves in his wake. As the billionaire CEO's personal assistant, she's cleaned up after countless scandals, soothed ex-lovers, and kept his messy private life from spilling into the boardroom. But when one fateful night lands her in Alexander's bed, the dynamics shift dramatically. What begins as a moment of uncontrollable spirals into a neither can resist: Madison needs financial help for her mother's mounting medical bills, and Alexander offers the resources-on the condition she becomes his girlfriend for a year. No strings, no emotions, just business. But as the lines between their professional and private lives blur, Madison's resolve to keep her heart guarded begins to waver. Beneath Alexander's reckless charm lies a magnetic that draws her closer than she ever intended. Just as she starts to believe she might be more than his latest "arrangement," the ghost of Alexander's long-lost first love, Katherine, reappears, threatening to unravel everything they've built. Can Madison protect her heart while navigating this high-stakes game of desire and deception? Or will this with her infamously reckless boss cost her more than she's prepared to lose?

For twenty years, Krista lived as the perfect daughter of the wealthy Cain family. But a single DNA report shattered her entire world. Her adoptive parents coldly declared she was just a mistake and immediately replaced her with the true bloodline. Desperate, she ran through the freezing rain to find her fiancé, only to hear him laughing with his friends. "Marry a fake? I don't collect the Cain family's second-hand trash." She slapped him, threw her diamond ring at his chest, and stumbled into a jazz lounge to drown her pain. Drunk and heartbroken, she accidentally crashed into a stranger, clinging to him like a lifeline, which ended in a wild night in a luxury penthouse. When she woke up, she realized the man she had ravaged was Jasper Stone, the most ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire on Wall Street. At the same time, her phone lit up with notifications. Her bank accounts were frozen, and the Cain family had just released a brutal public statement permanently cutting her off. She was completely abandoned, stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity in a single night. Why was twenty years of loyalty erased so easily? But instead of kicking her out, Jasper tossed a prenuptial agreement onto the bed. "Pay off your debt with marriage. Stay, and you are the untouchable Mrs. Stone." Looking at the contract, Krista wiped her tears, put on bold red lipstick, and signed her name.