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Ivy gave up her soul to save Kade. In return, he humiliated her, parading his mistresses and treating her like a gold-digging parasite. On their fifth anniversary, when he strips her of her dignity in front of an elite crowd, Ivy finally drops the divorce papers and walks away. Kade laughs, threatening to cut off her dying mother's medical funds. He doesn't know her mother is already dead. He doesn't know his estranged, terrifyingly powerful older brother, Rowan, has been waiting in the shadows for years. When Kade finally realizes what he's lost, he goes insane to get her back—only to find Rowan's ring on her finger and his hands all over her body.

Belle Triston, a pediatrician with a brilliant career faked her relationship with a billionaire. She didn't like Gabrielle Rolland's arrogance at all, but she had to become a surrogate mother to give birth to Gabrielle's offspring in order to fulfill her mother's last wishes before she died. Their relationship was complicated because Gabrielle was married to a famous actress, Fleura Delacour. Belle and Gabrielle made an agreement that their relationship would only be professional. But unexpected things happened. Fleura's affair with her co-star left a deep wound in Gabrielle's heart. When his heart was wounded and bleeding, Belle was there to heal his wounds. Their relationship was no longer as simple as they thought when hearts started playing in it. When Gabrielle realized that he loved Belle and wanted to be with her, Fleura came and begged him for a second chance. Gabrielle had to choose, while his heart couldn't choose. Belle knew Fleura's biggest secret and she wouldn't just keep quiet. She would fight for her baby and her love for Gabrielle.

The crystal chandeliers of the Waldorf Astoria ballroom sparkled overhead as I adjusted my diamond earrings, trying to ignore the whispers that followed me like shadows. The annual Children's Hospital Charity Gala was Manhattan's most prestigious event, and tonight, I needed to be flawless. "Cameron Barnes," a honeyed voice called out behind me. "I've been looking everywhere for you." I turned slowly, my smile practiced and perfect despite the knot forming in my stomach. Azalea Dixon stood before me in a crimson gown that clung to her curves like a second skin, her dark hair cascading over bare shoulders. "Azalea," I acknowledged with a slight nod. "I didn't realize you were on the guest list." She stepped closer, the scent of her perfume—something expensive and deliberately provocative—invading my space. "Preston insisted I attend. After all, we have so much to discuss." The ballroom suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker. Around us, conversations quieted as heads turned our way.

The morning light filtered through my corner office windows as I stepped inside, my heels clicking against the polished marble floor. After fifteen years of building this company from nothing, I still felt a quiet satisfaction seeing my name etched on the glass door: *Stella Ward, CEO*. But today, something unexpected waited on my mahogany desk. A stunning seafood platter sat beneath crystal wrap, glistening with lobster tails, jumbo shrimp, and caviar arranged like precious jewels. The accompanying card bore Peter's familiar handwriting: *Happy Valentine's Day to my beautiful wife. - P* "Oh my God, Stella!" My assistant Rebecca practically bounced into the office behind me, her eyes wide with admiration. "Is that from Peter? That must have cost a fortune!" More colleagues gathered at my door, their envious murmurs filling the space. "Look at those lobster tails," someone whispered. "He really knows how to treat a woman." Another voice chimed in: "My husband got me gas station flowers.

For three years, June played the perfect, submissive wife to billionaire Augustus Pruitt, hoping a child would finally warm his cold heart and secure their marriage. But when she cautiously suggested they have a baby, he looked at her with pure, unfiltered disgust. "A woman who schemes her way into a marriage doesn't get to carry my blood." He sneered, leaving immediately to lavish his mistress with diamonds. The nightmare only escalated from there. Augustus bought the one painting June desperately wanted—a piece she had secretly created herself—just to gift it to his mistress. He publicly outbid June at the gallery, mocking her lack of wealth, and left her to collapse in the freezing rain. When the storm gave her a severe 104-degree fever and she nearly died on their staircase, he didn't even stay by her hospital bed. Instead, he sent an assistant with a box of jewelry to buy her silence, then forced her to attend a family dinner where his mother and sister viciously mocked her barren womb and background. Looking at Augustus, who sat there casually cutting his steak while his family tore her apart, the last flicker of hope in June's chest sputtered and died. She finally understood that her three years of bleeding devotion were nothing but a pathetic joke to them. She dropped her silverware, the sharp clatter silencing the entire room. She wasn't going to be their punching bag anymore. It was time to finalize the divorce papers, reclaim her hidden identity as the world-renowned artist 'mr.sun', and make them all regret it.

For two years, Emmie’s marriage to Daxton Ellis was nothing but a cold medical contract. She was merely a living vessel, kept around to provide a bone marrow transplant for his true love, Hortensia. When Emmie's grandfather was dying in the ICU, she desperately begged Daxton to save him. Instead, he coldly refused, ordering his bodyguards to trap her so her surgery wouldn't be delayed. To completely destroy Emmie, Hortensia maliciously faked a severe allergy attack and then intentionally threw herself down a steep flight of iron stairs. She perfectly framed Emmie for attempted murder right in front of Daxton's eyes. Believing his lover's lies, Daxton violently choked Emmie and locked her in a pitch-black room, cutting off all her communication with the outside world. Trapped in the freezing darkness, Emmie received a secret call from the weeping butler. "Master Silas... his heart stopped. He was calling your name. He died calling your name." The phone slipped from her fingers, the agonizing realization hitting her that because of Daxton, she didn't even get to say a final goodbye to her only family. The raw, guttural scream that tore through her throat marked the absolute death of her six years of unrequited love. Clutching the signed divorce agreement and the key to her grandfather's hidden billionaire trust, Emmie wiped her bloodstained hands and prepared to make them pay.

Isabella Kingsley had everything money could buy - power, beauty, and privilege. But when she met Daniel, a poor man with a heart of gold, her world changed. Their love was instant, undeniable... and doomed. From stolen glances to heartbreaks that pierce the soul, their story will take you through love, loss, and the bittersweet taste of fate. Can love survive when the world is against you, or does tragedy always find its way?

Abigayle was the proud heir to the Pena Group, living a perfect life and engaged to Jeffery Sullivan. But the morning after a charity gala, she woke up drugged in a hotel room, blinded by paparazzi cameras. Her fiancé and her best friend stood at the foot of the bed, throwing a forged pregnancy report at her face to publicly frame her for cheating. The betrayal was only the beginning of the slaughter. Before she could even clear her name, the Sullivan family ruthlessly bankrupted her family's company overnight. Her father was rushed to the ICU with a heart attack, her brother was run off the road into a coma, and violent repo men raided her penthouse. Just as she was thrown out into the freezing rain, Jeffery's terrifying uncle, Donovan Sullivan—the very mastermind who engineered her family's ruin—stepped in. He offered to cover the life-saving medical bills, but only if she agreed to become his personal plaything. Abigayle's blood turned to ice. She couldn't understand how the people she trusted most could plot such a vicious, coordinated destruction just to break an engagement. How dared the man who destroyed her entire family stand there playing the savior, trying to buy her body with her own stolen wealth? Facing a $100,000 hospital deadline and abandoned by everyone she knew, she didn't shed another tear. "I will never beg him." Clutching her last diamond bracelet, she hailed a cab straight to the biggest pawnshop in the Diamond District. The Sullivans thought they had buried her, but her counterattack was just beginning.

Lina Carter was just a waitress trying to make ends meet. On the other hand, Alexander Knight was a billionaire who would do anything to safeguard his empire. When he proposes a deal for her to be his fake girlfriend, it seems straightforward, he act like she loves him, stick to the rules, and walk away with a nice payday. No feelings involved. No strings attached. No room for error. But as they share fake kisses, those moments turn into lingering glances. What starts as cold, business-like orders shifts into a quiet sense of protection. Suddenly, the line between pretense and reality begins to blur. Then, out of nowhere, his ex-fiancée reappears-gorgeous, ruthless, and hell-bent on ruining Lina's life. When the truth about their arrangement comes to light, Lina finds herself publicly humiliated, tossed aside as if she never mattered at all. She walks away with her pride shattered, but her heart still whole. Now, the man who once paid her to pretend is realizing he wants her for real. But some betrayals cut too deep... and some love stories start with a lie that's just too painful to forgive. She was brought in to act. He ended up falling for her for real.

"Do you know what marriage is?" Evelyn asked with a raised brow. "Marriage is 'I do' and 'you do', then boom, children come in anytime they want," Drake replied with a cute smile. "How do children come in?" She asked knowingly. "Man and a woman call them," he replied foolishly. "How do they call them?" She probed. "Just like this..." He placed his phone to his ear. "I already forgot that it's useless talking to you," Evelyn got annoyed and walked away *** Twenty years old Evelyn Brown was forced to marry the son of the richest man in the country, Drake Valentino. She thought her life was perfect, not until she was forced to get married to a man she barely knows because of money. Evelyn had thought the arranged marriage wasn't bad as her groom was a handsome young man from a rich family, just like hers until she entered the marriage. She was shocked into disbelief when she realized her husband wasn't as normal as she thought he was, he was a complete... Moron!

Lena waits three years for the heirloom sapphire her billionaire husband Adrian commissioned for their anniversary. The morning they go to collect it, a woman in red nails throws scalding coffee across her chest and Adrian apologizes to the stranger first. By nightfall Lena learns the sapphire was never hers. By the end of the week she learns the woman has been living in their guest penthouse for two years, that the prenup Lena signed has a clause she never read, and that her own ICU nurse credentials have been quietly deactivated at the hospital Adrian's family funds. Lena stops crying. She starts copying files. The husband who chose a stranger over a coffee burn is about to learn what his wife was before she became his wife — and what she kept in a safety deposit box he never knew existed.

Rylee and Alec grew up together, and she always believed their love was destined. Yet three years into marriage, his indifference chilled her to the core. Wounded and exhausted, Rylee finally let go. "Let's get a divorce." Alec assumed she was bluffing-she had loved him so completely, he couldn't imagine her leaving. But Rylee signed the papers and walked away, shedding her dull housewife image for a life of fame as a celebrated comic artist. No longer orbiting his world, she shone alone. Only then did Alec realize he'd lost her for good-and now he'd do anything to win her back. "Come back to me, darling. I'd do anything for you."

Serena, heir to Britain's top jewelry company LUXE, suffers sudden amnesia at the peak of her life and is saved from drowning by Ryan. She falls for him instantly, but even after three years of marriage, she cannot replace the place in his heart held by his forever love, Sophie. After a near-fatal kidnapping and Ryan attending a charity gala with Sophie's sister Ivy, Serena hits rock bottom and tells Ryan. "Let's get a divorce." He replies, "You won't survive without me." Breaking free from heartbreak, Serena's career soars as she becomes an internationally renowned designer. Regaining her memories, she returns to LUXE and gives birth to twins. Surrounded by eager admirers, Ryan panics and pleads, "Serena, I was wrong-let me see our children." But can Ryan truly win back Serena's heart? Or has too much been lost? The answers unfold in this gripping tale.

Upon discovering that my son's biological father was my wife's "first love," I left behind the divorce papers and walked away. Before leaving, I commented on their family photo on social media, "Wishing you three a long and happy life. I'm stepping aside for you." The next moment, my wife called me. "I've told you the truth. Why are you still causing trouble? Does it truly matter if he's your biological son?" I replied with a cold laugh, "Now that you're no longer my wife, it naturally doesn't matter anymore." But she became anxious.

A car crash erased my husband Apollo's memory. I brought his favorite vintage watch to the club, praying it would remind him of our love. Instead, standing outside the VIP room, I heard him coldly tell his friends that I was just a greedy gold digger. He accused me of slipping drugs into drinks at a party, completely unaware that he was fiercely protecting Brynlee, the woman who actually set me up. He froze every bank account in my name to force me to my knees. When I confronted them and threatened to call the police, he shielded Brynlee. He even grabbed me by the throat, choking me until I slipped and fell backward into a freezing outdoor pool. As blood poured from a deep gash on my forehead, he just looked down at my thrashing body. "Disgusting," he spat, his eyes filled with murderous hatred. The man who used to treat me like his entire world was dead. He didn't just forget our marriage; he forgot my humanity, torturing me to protect a calculated liar. That single word killed the last pathetic shred of hope I had been clinging to. So, when he finally discovered the truth at the hospital and desperately tried to stop the divorce, I didn't shed a single tear. I just handed him the divorce papers claiming zero assets. "I'll see you at the courthouse tomorrow at nine."

I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.

In the art studio, a place my husband had always forbidden me to enter, stood a sculpture of a half-naked goddess. Two months after I gave birth, Camden suddenly became obsessed with sculpting. He would spend almost every day in the studio, sketches and papers piling up like mountains, ignoring our daughter's cries. I reached my breaking point and filed for divorce. Everyone was shocked. Marlon, his father, seemed perplexed. “Just because Camden spends all his time in the studio?” I clarified, “He's sculpting a goddess, not just doodling.” Ruth, his mother, snapped, “My son works hard to support the family. Sculpting is just a hobby to unwind. If he can't handle the baby's cries, why not hire a nanny? What's the big deal?” I stayed silent but firm in my decision to leave him.

The gentle rays of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains of my suite at the Sterling family's Hamptons estate. I stretched, savoring the warmth of Egyptian cotton sheets against my skin and the distant rhythm of waves crashing against the shore. Today was supposed to be perfect—the secret rehearsal for our engagement announcement, the culmination of years loving Ryan Sterling. I reached for my phone on the nightstand, plugging it into the charger. The screen lit up with notifications, and as I swiped to clear them, my finger accidentally slipped into Ryan's photo gallery—still accessible from when he'd asked me to find a picture for his mother last week. My heart stopped. There on the screen was Ryan—my Ryan—tangled in white hotel sheets with a woman whose long dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders. Isabella Cross. The timestamp showed three days ago. London.

Clara discovers her fiancé Julian has been sleeping with her best friend and his wealthy client, mocking her intimacy while secretly stealing her marketing campaigns. Driven by absolute vengeance, she signs a ruthless contract with billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling to dismantle Julian's career from the inside. As Clara orchestrates Julian's public downfall step by step, her fake alliance with Alexander ignites a dangerous, consuming passion. Clara must navigate a web of stolen credit, forged documents, and layered betrayals to reclaim her life and deliver the ultimate, devastating ruin.

Royal's arm candy was having another meltdown. He handed me the divorce papers. "Just sign them, would you? It's just to appease the girl." Gripping the hem of my vintage dress, I nodded quietly and signed my name. As I was about to leave, I overheard his buddies teasing, "Your wife is way too compliant. Would she still nod if you told her to get the certificate?" Royal lit a cigarette with a sly grin. "Want to put money on that?" They joked that in a month, at the courthouse, I'd be a teary mess but still go along with it, swapping our marriage license for divorce papers. I looked at my phone, silent. I simply replied to the message I had just received: "Why don't you just marry me?" "Okay." ============================== "Really?" came the almost instant reply. I shut off my phone.

Five years ago, Arabella Sterling vanished without a trace, disgraced, heartbroken, and branded her billionaire benefactor's dirty secret. What the world never knew was that she'd also been his wife. Or that the man she loved-and the son she gave everything for-chose another woman over her. Now, she's back as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist celebrated for resurrecting dying empires. Her newest client? The Sterling Group. Her ex-husband's empire. Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to atone for the lies that destroyed them both. But when Arabella walks into his boardroom, colder, sharper, untouchable...he realizes redemption may come at a cost he can't pay. Because this time, she's not here to save him. She's here to ruin him.

A snowstorm warning was issued, so I called Gavin to ask if he could pick me up from work. After waiting a long time, I finally received his message: "In this weather, it's too dangerous for Paloma to be alone. I'm going to get her. You should just grab a cab home." I didn't make a fuss, just replied with a simple "Okay." Late that night, Gavin's childhood friend posted something on Facebook, visible only to me. In the picture, Paloma was nestled in his arms, feeding him cheese and crackers while the storm raged outside. The caption read, "Cold winter nights are best spent at home with the one you love." Calmly, I liked the post and then deleted Gavin from my WhatsApp contacts. Damn, I'm done with this man. --- Three days after the snowstorm, Gavin finally remembered to get in touch. When he saw he couldn’t send a message, he angrily called me. "What are you playing at, Sophia?" "I mean we're breaking up," I answered calmly, then hung up the phone.

Blurb: Is it possible to fall out of love with someone you're insanely in love with? Pearl and Fabian's kind of love is a tale of unconditional and invaluable love, but where did it all go wrong? How did they start hating each other? Secrets have the power to destroy beautiful things, Things that were built on trust, sacrifices and undying passion, but is there anything like undying passion? When a Love like Pearl and Fabian's goes on a down spiral, when they start feeling bitterness whenever they set eyes on each other? But the question is, is it bitterness they truly feel? Or anger for not getting over one another? Find out in this book.

I leaned over her, brushing a kiss on her lips. "One last thing. Do you want me to gag you, or are you good?" She tilted her head, smirking. "What, are you worried my moans might be too loud for your neighbors?" I laughed outright. "Honestly? I don't give a damn how loud you get. In fact, I want you to be as loud as you want. The louder, the better and that means, I'm doing a good job." I winked, then moved past her, settling between her thighs. ***** In a marriage reduced to cold silence, Lena Marsh's anniversary ends with an empty chair and a breaking point. Then Adrian Blackwood steps in, her billionaire boss's dangerously seductive brother. His gaze strips her bare, promising to ruin her with slow, filthy touches that leave her trembling and soaked. One forbidden night, and she's addicted to the way he claims her body like it's his birthright. But obsession has eyes everywhere. Her boss watches with possessive hunger, his stare dark and unyielding, and he wants her locked away from everyone, especially his brother. And when her husband Noah finally wakes up, he fights dirty to reclaim what he ignored, his renewed passion bruising and desperate. Caught between three men who crave her in wildly different ways, a reborn husband, a reckless lover, and a controlling boss, Lena isn't just tangled in lust. She's the match. And when secrets ignite, she could burn their entire empire to the ground.