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To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years. But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms. "Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now." He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school. He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge. He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy. He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me. I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present. Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty? Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase. If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.

My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day. I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather. They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die. To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor. When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes. "Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need." Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts. "If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug." Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand. My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left. I didn't cry or beg them anymore. Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card. It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle. If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.

The private waiting room on the Upper East Side smelled of lavender and expensive sanitizer, a stark contrast to the sterile, terrifying hospitals of my past. I sat in the plush velvet chair, my hands unconsciously hovering over my still-flat stomach. A small, secret smile touched my lips. River didn’t know yet. I wanted to surprise him tonight with the ultrasound photos. After everything Trenton had put me through—the years of gaslighting, the tampered vitamins, the 'accidental' losses—this baby felt like a miracle. My wolf, Luna, purred in the back of my mind, curling around the new spark of life within us. For the first time in years, I felt safe. That safety shattered with the sound of crashing doors. "There she is!

Triplets - jealousy - rivalries - college drama. Selena had always been invisible. A human girl with a violent past, full of scars, who entered college to study quietly, without attracting attention. But her life took an unexpected turn when the Blackwell triplets, the most feared and desired boys at the university, noticed her for the first time. No one dared to confront them. What no one knew was that behind their power lay a secret: they were wolves, heirs to the strongest pack in the country. And one of them, the Alpha, destined to reign, discovered something impossible. Selena was his Mate. The problem is that she was human. The Alpha immediately rejected her, convinced that fate had made a mistake. As the days passed, Selena began to change. Her senses awakened. When an attack brought her to the brink of death, the Alpha bit her to save her, awakening the wolf that had remained hidden. Between university hallways, jealousy, secrets, and the triplets' rivalries, Selena will have to decide whether to accept the bond with the Alpha who rejected her... or forge her own destiny as the wolf she was destined to be.

"I can't survive without you. Do you understand me? There is no 'king thing' without you-there's not even a me without you." Grayson never thought he'd lose Belle, but after months apart, he's desperate to win back her trust. Now the newly crowned King of the Supernatural, Grayson juggles royal duties while trying to reconnect with his estranged mate. But Belle's wounds run deep, and Grayson's attempts to explain what really happened are met with skepticism and fear. Can Grayson prove his love is genuine and overcome Belle's doubts? Or will the secrets he's still keeping drive an insurmountable wedge between them? With enemies circling and a kingdom to protect, Grayson must find a way to heal Belle's heart or risk losing her-and everything else-forever.

"Some loves don't die... they just wait," Ella whispers to Nathan the night their connection begins at the music festival. Words that echo long after fate tears them apart without explanation. Decades later, Clara, a searching artist, finds an old box of letters signed E & N, captivated by the unfinished love story, she shows them to Eli, a quiet painter who feels an inexplicable pull toward the names. As Clara and Eli grow close, uncanny coincidences begin to unfold: mirrored moments, phrases spoken, and dreams that feel like memories. The love of Nathan and Ella still threads path this young generation, not just an emotion but a natural mystery,it was reincarnated and cosmic Just when they begin to believe the letters might reveal how Ella and Nathan were separated, Clara finds one final envelope sealed tightly, addressed only with "To the ones who will finish what we couldn't." But before she can open it, Eli disappears from her life without warning-just as Nathan once vanished from Ella's. And the story ends with Clara holding the unopened letter, whispering: "Did I lose him... or is this where the truth finally begins?"

I went undercover as a trainee in my own hotel, a secret pact with my fiancé, Greyson, the hotel's General Manager. We were supposed to be building an empire together. But our future ended the moment he chose another woman over me. He let a manipulative socialite named Imogen terrorize our staff. She deliberately scalded my hand with hot coffee, and when I stood up to her, Greyson publicly humiliated me. On a speakerphone call with the city's mayor, he demanded I apologize. "Apologize to Ms. Short," his voice boomed for the entire staff to hear. "This kind of disrespect is unacceptable." My fiancé, the man I loved, had just ordered me to kneel before the woman who assaulted me. So I dropped my disguise. I revealed my true identity as the heiress to the Kerr hotel empire and said, "Greyson Holden, you're fired. Get out of my hotel."

Diamond never wanted that life. She danced in the dark just to keep her sick father alive, never knowing that the people she called family were already planning his death. One night at the club, a stranger chose her. One night of passion changed everything. By morning, her world collapsed...her father was murdered, her best friend was dead, and Diamond was framed for crimes she didn't commit. Branded a killer, she lost her freedom... until a deadly escape and a terrible accident gave her a new face and a new name. Mistaken for another woman, Diamond wakes up as Debra-the fiancée of Don Nicholas, a cold, powerful billionaire forced into a contract marriage. He doesn't love her. He barely tolerates her. And he has no idea she's the same woman who once haunted his dreams from a single night he could never forget. Trapped in a marriage built on lies, surrounded by greed, betrayal, and people who want her dead, Diamond must survive a world where one mistake could expose her secret...or cost her life. But when love begins to grow, the truth threatens to destroy everything. When the past returns and enemies close in, will Diamond's biggest secret save her... or ruin the man she loves?

"Isabella this is the right time for you to choose between me or Hector, because any one you choose now will be your husband till the contract end." "Think well Isabella don't make mistake." She spilled coffee on the wrong man. Isabella Ramirez is drowning in debt, exhaustion, and fear-working double shifts to keep her dying mother alive. One mistake in a crowded café brings her face-to-face with Alejandro De La Vega, a billionaire feared for his cold heart and ruthless power. His punishment is cruel. His offer is worse. One year as his wife in exchange for her family's freedom. But inside his mansion, Isabella learns that marriage without love is a cage. Betrayal hides behind charming smiles. A former wife returns with secrets. A cousin watches from the shadows. And the contract that binds her may destroy her heart. When lies explode and power turns brutal, Isabella must choose between survival and love-before she loses herself completely. Tropes Contract Marriage Poor Girl × Billionaire CEO Forced Proximity Inheritance Deadline Emotional Abuse & Redemption Love vs Power Public Scandal Love Triangle One True Love

I spent five years laundering my family's wealth and buying military-grade weapons to crown my husband, Alistair, the Don of the Chicago Mafia. But the night before his coronation, he drove an Italian stiletto into my stomach. He sneered that a Don needed a true Mafia Queen, and that was always meant to be his "fragile" friend, Kylie. As I bled out on the Persian rug, he revealed the sickening truth. The night I was found in a rival Irish boss's bed two years ago wasn't a setup by our enemies. Alistair had ordered his own mother and sister to drug and frame me. He just needed me terrified enough to sign over my merchant trust fund to prove my loyalty. My entire marriage, my sacrifices, and my stolen wealth were just stepping stones for him and his mistress. I had bled for him and won him the city, only to be slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb so he could hand my empire to another woman. Before the flames I started consumed us both, I swore I'd drag his entire family to hell. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, replaced by the scent of lavender and the bitter taste of chloral hydrate. I was back on the exact night of the frame-up two years ago. Outside the door, my sister-in-law was whispering, waiting for the Irish boss to arrive so they could ruin me. This time, I was going to make sure she was the one in that bed.

The Seattle skyline glittered against the night sky as I leaned against the rooftop railing, my twenty-fifth birthday celebration in full swing behind me. My friends laughed and drank, their voices carrying over the ambient music, but I couldn't stop checking my phone. Zayn hadn't shown up. I'd sent him three texts over the past hour—casual, light, the kind that wouldn't make him feel cornered. *The view is beautiful up here!* and *Everyone's asking for you!* and finally, *Are you still coming?* Each message showed as read, but remained unanswered. 'He'll come,' I whispered to myself, more a prayer than a statement. 'He promised he'd try.' My thumb hovered over his contact again when the screen lit up with an incoming message. My heart leapt—then plummeted as I read the words. *I'm reconciling with Isabelle. We're getting back together.

Vera gave up everything for a man who broke her. After catching her husband cheating with her best friend, and being blamed by her own family, she walked away and never looked back. Five years later, she returns to New York not as a broken wife, but as a successful businesswoman with a little girl by her side and no plans to stay. But when her daughter is hurt and a powerful Mafia Don storms into her life claiming to be the father, everything unravels. Dragged into a dangerous world of secrets, betrayal, and blood ties, Vera must protect the child she raised as her own. But what happens when she finds out the little girl she saved is hers in ways she never imagined? Now, caught between a past that tried to destroy her and a man who could change her future, Vera must choose. Either to walk away again, or claim the power she never knew she had.

"Why? Just why?!" Her lips quivered, as she clenched her chest, "Why can't you reciprocate my feelings? I loved you Riccardo, or was my sincerity a crime?!" She concluded, her gaze casted on the man standing before her, whose face bore no emotion. Vanessa Rodriguez had always loved Riccardo Gonzalez right from the day she saw him. It was love at first sight. When she got the chance to get married to him, she didn't think twice even though her parents were against it. She thought that it was a chance to finally show Riccardo how much she loved him. But sadly even after their marriage he couldn't love her back instead after three years of marriage he presented divorce papers for her to sign. With shattered heart, she signs the divorce papers and leaves the country. Five years later, she's back in the country, ready to take over her father's new company, with her twins by her side and they look exactly like her ex husband. The problem now is that Riccardo Gonzalez wants her back!

My former fiancé's sister-in-law fell ill, and he insisted on ending our engagement. "Blair Meyer and her daughter Thalia have no one else now that she's ill. I can't just ignore them." I didn't stop him; I agreed right away. In a previous lifetime, I had coerced him into marrying me by threatening his family's business and leveraging my pregnancy. It ended in tragedy—Blair couldn't bear the pain and abandonment and chose to end her life on our wedding day. From then on, Skyler Castillo hated me with all his might. He conspired with my enemies and, within six months, destroyed my parents' company, driving them to desperation where they took their own lives. He locked me away in a cellar, tormenting me daily until he eventually caused my death, costing two lives. This time, I chose to let go. The day he announced our breakup, I went to the clinic, terminated the pregnancy, and applied for a study opportunity in the United States.

I stood in our honeymoon suite, my wedding dress discarded for a silk negligee that had cost more than some people's monthly rent. The champagne buzz still lingered pleasantly in my system as I watched Harrison emerge from the bathroom, his dark hair still damp from the shower. "Come here, Mrs. Tucker," he said with that smile that had made me fall for him in the first place. I moved toward him, heart racing with anticipation. After months of waiting until marriage—his suggestion, which I'd found sweetly old-fashioned—tonight would finally be ours. I reached for the belt of his robe, letting my fingers trail along the silk. "I've been thinking about this all day," I whispered, leaning in to kiss him. He returned the kiss, but something felt hesitant in his response. When I slipped my hand inside his robe, my fingers met something hard and metallic where I expected warm skin.

Mercedes Underwood is a lost girl. Lost from her world and herself. She grew up with abusive parents and had a really shitty childhood. Sometimes she believed that they were not her parents much less rassemblements between her and them. When she turned 18 years old, her parents attempt to sell her off to some bad people to pay off their debt. That did not come as a surprise that they would do such a thing and there was no love lost there. But what came as a surprise was when she woke up naked the next morning, walls splattered with blood and four people ripped to shreds. Life went from bad to bloody worse for Mercedes. It was like waking up in a horror scene. She was petrified and confused, nothing made sense but what did make sense was for her to pick up what she can and run. ***** Felix Ransom is the Alpha of the White Claw pack. He leads his pack with an iron fist and ensures everyone's safety and makes sure the pack thrives. But something is missing. The gentle touch of a Luna. Felix is already 25 years old and has not found the one the Moon Goddess chose for him. His other half and mate. Each day without the one for him made his hope of ever finding her wither away. At a point, he even thought that she might have died. It never occurred to him that his made would come right to him much less be a human who is a fugitive for murdering 4 people. Or was she a human being after all?

Rory stood on the witness stand, forced by her father into an impossible choice: secure her dying mother's medical funding, or save her innocent boyfriend. She looked Corbin right in his trusting eyes and lied to the court, testifying that he was the one driving the car during the fatal hit-and-run, sending him to a maximum-security prison for ten years. The betrayal destroyed him. Corbin's father died of a heart attack upon hearing the guilty verdict. Six years later, Corbin returned as a ruthless billionaire and systematically blacklisted Rory from every job in the city. He cornered her into singing at his private club, humiliating her by forcing her to drink scotch—knowing she was severely allergic—and making her throw away his promise ring just to earn a stack of cash. "Remember this moment. This is only the beginning." She endured his cruel revenge because she was hiding a desperate secret: she was raising his five-year-old daughter, Willa. But when Willa's congenital heart defect suddenly worsened, requiring an impossible one-million-dollar surgery, Rory realized Corbin's calculated blockade had left her completely trapped with no way to save their child. Staring at the sterile hospital walls, the last shred of her guilt burned away, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. He had destroyed her career and backed her into a corner, but he was the only one with the money. Wiping her tears, Rory turned and headed straight for Vance Tower.

My billionaire husband, Julian Thorne, died in a tragic car accident, or so the headlines claimed at his lavish funeral. As I stood before the mourners, his secret mistress stormed in with two children, demanding his vast fortune. Yet, the true nightmare emerged when I discovered Julian had orchestrated his own death to flee with my life savings. Instead of mourning, I am dismantling his empire piece by piece, ensuring that neither the mistress nor his greedy family sees a single cent. He thought he was untouchable; he never expected me to turn his final act into his ultimate ruin.

She loved him with all her heart. She trusted her best friend like a sister. But on the night of her death, she discovered the cruelest truth—both had betrayed her. Her husband pushed her into the flames, and her best friend watched with a smile. Yet fate was not done with her. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to one week before her tragic end. This time, she will not be the foolish, soft-hearted woman they deceived. This time, she will make them pay. With every step she takes, the tables turn, and the prey becomes the predator. But when a cold, powerful stranger offers her his hand, will she let love back into her life—or will revenge consume her completely?

The sound of hooves on cobblestone echoed through the courtyard as I watched from my bedroom window, my heart racing with anticipation. After three weeks away in the Scottish Highlands, Kingston, Hayden, and Thea were finally returning home. I pressed my palm against the cool glass, counting the familiar silhouettes as their carriage rounded the corner. But something was different. There were four figures instead of three. I hurried downstairs, my silk skirts rustling against the marble steps. The front door burst open just as I reached the foyer, and Kingston's commanding presence filled the doorway. His military bearing was as impressive as ever, but his usual focused attention on me seemed... scattered. "Autumn, my darling," he said, his voice carrying an odd formality as he kissed my cheek.

I jolted upright, a silent scream tearing at my throat. My chest burned with phantom fire. I clawed at my collarbone, expecting to feel the gaping, bloody void where my wolf had been ripped from my soul. But my fingers met only smooth, unbroken skin. I gasped for air, cold sweat dripping down my face. *Where am I?* The sharp, clinical scent of rosemary and rubbing alcohol hit my nose. I blinked against the harsh morning light, my vision slowly focusing on the pale green walls of the Ironcrest Pack infirmary. I pressed both hands flat against my chest. Beneath my ribs, a warm, steady heartbeat answered. My wolf.

I woke to the suffocating heat pressing down on me like a physical weight. My skin was slick with sweat, my lungs struggling for air in the stifling servant quarters. The small window offered no relief, just a rectangle of pale dawn light that illuminated the peeling paint and worn floorboards of my prison. A sharp pain lanced through my abdomen, and I gasped, curling around my swollen belly protectively. My baby. Our baby. The only good thing to come from this nightmare of a mate bond. "Not now, little one," I whispered, stroking the taut skin where my pup grew. "Please hold on." I tried to stand, but the room tilted violently. The pain came again, stronger this time, and I felt my knees buckle.

R18+ "Fuck off, Azrael!" I snapped despite the crippling fear coiling tightly in my gut. "So you're a mouthy brat with me but a wet mouse with the others?" Those cold, green eyes narrowed. "I'm the one you should be afraid of, Saphielle, me. You do not know what I'm capable of." ~ ~ ~ Everyone dreams of getting into 'Velmorne Academy' but it was an exclusive college to only the Elites. Only those at the top, you know, the 1% kind of rich? Yeah, exactly. So when I got accepted, I thought it was a miracle-It was a trap. Suddenly, the bullying started, and everyone hated me. And worst of all? Azrael, the Alpha prince, has made me his special prey. He says I belong to him and he'd do whatever it takes to make me his. It's hilarious and crazy cause he has a fiancè and I'm just a nobody. It makes no sense. He's an arrogant asshole. And I fucking hate him. He's the bane of my existence and yet, I keep provoking him. Now I get dreams that I do not understand...they are strange, violent, terrifying-it messes with my sanity and distorts reality. And I'm convinced it has something to do with this school. And Azrael? He's at the center of it. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~• WARNING: This book contains dark themes and content that some might find disturbing or distressing. Contents like: Bullying, Murder, Violence, Obsession, Explicit steamy scenes, Manipulation, etc...

My wedding day was ruined by a crazed woman named Isolde, who claimed my husband, Ezekiel, was her soulmate from a past life. Then, after a car accident, Ezekiel faked amnesia, siding with her and putting me through hell. He let Isolde murder my mother, forced me to face my deepest fears, and poisoned me in public. When I finally had Isolde arrested, Ezekiel's revenge was swift and brutal. He kidnapped me and, in a final act of cruelty, snapped the neck of my puppy, Muffin-the only comfort I had left. He thought he had broken me, that he had destroyed every last piece of my soul. He was wrong. He had just unleashed a monster. Now, from the shadows, I will dismantle his empire, ruin his life, and make him pay for every tear I shed. My revenge has just begun.