Best Billionaire Novels

Abigail was the biological heir to the wealthy Richmond family, finally brought home after sixteen years of living in poverty. But her birth family didn't love her. They were completely obsessed with Debbra, the fake daughter who had been sent away after a DNA test. Her biological brother looked at her faded clothes with unfiltered disgust. He left her standing in the freezing rain, screaming that it was her fault Debbra was gone. Her mother shoved her hard against a wall just for touching a crystal music box. "She is not my daughter! My daughter plays Chopin, not this pathetic hick!" Even at her elite new school, her brother's friends threw her to the marble floor, mocking her as trash. In chemistry class, a boy deliberately knocked over a beaker, splashing corrosive acid onto her wrist. No one helped her. They just ordered her to clean up the mess. Abigail didn't ask to be switched at birth during a chaotic hospital storm. She didn't understand why her mere existence was treated as an unforgivable crime, while the imposter who stole her life was worshipped like a saint. Washing her chemical burns alone in the empty lab, the last shred of her hope for a family completely died. She calmly peeled off her rubber gloves and looked at her pale reflection. She decided to give up on their love and treat them as nothing more than strangers. But just as she chose to become a ghost, a heavy thud echoed in the silent hallway, and a bloody hand slammed violently against the frosted glass of her door.

Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision. But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy. It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code. "Curtain call." By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide. The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead. Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer. But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling. Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life. To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto. Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her? Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames. As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started. She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty. The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.

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.

I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs. My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister. But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed. In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably. Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head. "This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!" I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family. But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn. He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala. He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect. I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast? It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me. He could hear my inner thoughts!

I died with blood pooling and betrayal. My fiancé never loved me-he only wanted. My stepsister never saw me as family. And when I discovered I was carrying his child and tried to expose their affair, they shoved me into a shattered glass table and left me to bleed out alone. But I woke up a year earlier, with my voice miraculously returned and a second chance burning in my chest. This time, I refuse to be the silent, obedient sacrifice they used and discarded. This time, I'll make them pay. And when a ruthless billionaire offers me an impossible deal-a fake marriage to save his crumbling empire, I accept without hesitation. They still see me as that broken, voiceless girl who couldn't fight back. They have no idea I've already won.

I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly. Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper. When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone. "I'm Piper. His future Luna." Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born. Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck. It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack. I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead. Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss. He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim. He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life. He was wrong. I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers. Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows. I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.

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 returned to New York for my welcome-home party, expecting a warm embrace from Edwin, my devoted fiancé of twenty years. Instead, his first words to me were a cold, public warning to stay away from his new girlfriend, Kacy. He stood in my family's hotel, shielding a girl I had never even met, and painted me as a vicious, jealous bully. "She is very sensitive, Kaitlyn. Her background is tough. Please, be gentle with her. Don't upset her." He humiliated me in front of our entire elite circle, allowing them to mock me as the aggressive, discarded ex while he carried her away like a fragile princess. For twenty years, I had been his loyal shadow, fixing his mistakes and loving him unconditionally. I couldn't understand how decades of deep devotion could be instantly erased by a few crocodile tears and a manipulative damsel act. He was absolutely certain I would throw a tantrum, cry, and eventually crawl back to beg for his attention. But he was wrong. He didn't know that Everett Rowe, a billionaire tech mogul, had been patiently waiting five years to marry me. He also didn't know that during my three years abroad, I wasn't just studying art—I became "K.B.", the ruthless Wall Street predator who could swallow his family's empire whole. I calmly pulled out my phone, ignored the mocking whispers around me, and typed a single message to Everett. "Yes. I'll marry you."

For five years, I was the invisible force behind my charismatic architect boyfriend's empire, painstakingly designing the dream home we built together. But for the eighteenth time, Jayson canceled adding my name to the deed, rushing out on our candlelit dinner for yet another "critical emergency" with his young, attractive mentee, Ciera. He left me alone at our custom dining table, blindly prioritizing her manufactured crises over our future. Hours later, Ciera posted a photo on Instagram. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt, with two empty wine glasses on the desk. When I finally confronted him the next morning, he didn't apologize. Instead, he looked at me with arrogant amusement. "Where are you going to go, Allison? Without me? Without this firm? Don't forget, I made you!" My love didn't die in a sudden explosion; it bled out drop by drop over eighteen broken promises. I had poured my soul into his success, only to be treated like a disposable asset in my own home. To make the irony even more suffocating, a plastic stick in my bathroom soon revealed two stark red lines. I was pregnant with his child. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't use the baby to beg for his love. Instead, I packed a single suitcase, accepted a senior role at his biggest rival firm in London, and left a resignation letter on his desk. This time, I am building an empire of my own.

Colette stepped out of the federal prison, finally breathing the air of freedom after two agonizing years. But instead of a bus home, a black armored SUV blocked her path. Ferris Vance's men kidnapped her right at the gates. He forced her to sign a marriage certificate, threatening to completely destroy her father's legacy if she refused. The nightmare had only just begun. She soon learned her father had been driven to suicide anyway. Dragged into the Vance estate, Colette was beaten bloody by the family of Ellie, the girl she supposedly wronged. Ferris paraded her in a pure white gown for the cameras, playing the fiercely devoted husband. But the second the lenses turned away, he forced her into a coarse maid's uniform, making her scrub the freezing marble floors on her hands and knees. "Your life isn't even worth the dirt on my shoes." Ferris whispered those words as he threw his muddy boots at her bruised face. She was nothing but a piece of bleeding bait, a prop meant to lure his missing lover out of hiding. She was tortured and humiliated for a crime she had absolutely nothing to do with. The sheer injustice of paying the price for another woman's disappearance tore her soul apart. When he cornered her in the bathroom, the last thread of Colette's sanity snapped. She hurled a bucket of filthy water right into his face, broke out of his grip, and threw herself out a window into a freezing storm. This time, she chose to escape, even if it meant death.

I was married to billionaire Alessandro Dorsey for four years. The only person in his cold, elite family who truly cared for me was his grandfather. But when his grandfather suddenly passed away, my husband dragged me to the freshly dug grave and threw a newspaper in my face. The headline blamed me for his death. Before I could process the grief, Alessandro forced me to my knees in front of dozens of flashing cameras. "Admit your negligence, or you will never see the sun rise in this city again." He threatened to destroy my own family if I didn't publicly apologize for a crime I didn't commit. Back at the estate, his mother falsely accused me of stealing a priceless family heirloom. I begged my husband to believe me, but he just looked at me with disgust, froze all my personal bank accounts, and handed me a divorce agreement. Sign it, forfeit everything, and erase my identity, or go to prison. I was stripped of my dignity, my money, and the man I loved. I fled New York with nothing, only to discover I was pregnant with his triplets. For years, the injustice burned in my chest. How could the man who once meant safety throw me to the wolves without a second thought? Five years later, I stepped back into the city with my three children. This time, I wasn't the broken woman he discarded, but a powerful gemologist ready to tear down his empire.

I am the adopted daughter of the Dillard family, a medical student surviving entirely on a full scholarship. But when their family business faced bankruptcy, my adoptive parents decided it was time for me to pay them back. My sister refused to marry a rumored "dying freak" from the wealthy Terrell family, so they forced me to take her place. When I refused, my adoptive father showed me a flawless, disgusting AI Deepfake video of myself. "Sign the marriage contract, or this goes to your medical school." To save my hard-earned future, I was shoved into a wedding dress and shipped off to the Terrell estate. But my nightmare had just begun. My new husband was the exact same dangerous, sick man I had accidentally injured while escaping an attacker the night before. He didn't recognize me in the light, assuming I was just the greedy, gold-digging Dillard daughter. He humiliated me, forcing me to sleep on the floor and clean shattered crystal with my bare hands. As the sharp shards sliced into my skin and blood pooled in my gloves, I didn't shed a single tear. He told me I had a three-month trial period as his wife before he threw me out. I calmly wrapped a band-aid around my bleeding finger. Three months is exactly what I need to find the original Deepfake file, ruin my adoptive family, and escape this monster for good.

Clara was the despised fake heiress of the wealthy Price family. For years, she endured their coldness, desperately trying to please her adoptive mother and her fiancé, Preston. But a sudden, terrifying vision of an alternate timeline shattered her reality. In that life, the real heiress, Bria, framed Clara for stealing a priceless antique pearl earring. Her adoptive family chose blood over loyalty, watching coldly as Preston publicly dumped her. Clara was thrown out without a penny, hunted down by hitmen Bria hired, and died a miserable, lonely death. Now, as the agonizing memories faded, Clara found herself back in the exact moment the nightmare began. Bria was whimpering in Preston's arms, while the family matriarch slammed her cane against the floor. "You will call Preston," Eleanor ordered, her voice cold and absolute. "You will cancel the engagement yourself." They expected her to panic and beg. They expected her to cry over the family that never loved her and the man whose bankrupt tech company she had secretly saved with her own code. Why should she suffer for their greed? Why should she let a venomous sister and a useless fiancé destroy her life when she possessed the lethal combat skills of a brutal alternate reality? This time, Clara didn't shed a single tear. She yanked off the five-carat diamond ring, threw it onto the table, and publicly broadcasted the secret audio of Bria's vicious setup. Then, she packed a single bag and walked out the door, ready to crush anyone who stood in her way.

Vera thought her life was over the moment she caught her fiancee cheating with his ex. Broken and filled with pain, she is approached by a billionaire who presents a simple contract to her. Let's get married. Sylas Gold is the man admired by the entire world. He is untouchable, powerful and incredibly controlled. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A performance. It was a way for both of them to win. When Vera is kidnapped by a man who looks at her like she's already his, she learns the truth Sylas never told her, about his mafia empire, the blood, and the brother who was supposed to be gone. Cassian Gold is the man who wants everything his brother has, including Vera. Now caught between two brothers bound by hatred, power, and obsession, Vera must decide who to trust in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is fragile, and desire might just be her downfall.

"This is not a game." As I wrapped my arm around her waist, I slipped my hand under her dress.  "What are you doing?" She froze, eyes like a deer caught in the headlights.  Kissing the back of her ear, I whispered, "Do you want me to take it out now?" I rubbed my finger against her pussy. As expected, she was soaking. A blaze of lust and need swept through me. My cock was hard, pressed against her ass. "You're drenched, my love. I know you enjoy it. Stop fighting it. Give in. Submit to your desire." *** TARA   A family practice forces me to run away from home, leaving me disgraced and my family in shame. Just when I start making new friends, someone threatens to expose who I am and the person behind my nom de plume. The condition- a contract marriage, the very same reason I fled from. So, what's so different this time? Mad Shanewood- the achingly handsome, with waving red flags, an irrefutable passion, or a magnetic attraction? With my secrets still haunting me, now the whole world is watching, and our delicately fragile public image is at stake. After a glimpse beneath his shallow exterior, there is a damaged soul who makes me feel as if I'm everything to him. And how is it that the one thing I never wanted has me fighting so hard to keep?   ***   MAD   I always get the deal done until my recklessness has thrown the company into a tailspin, derailing my path to a billion-dollar project.  With my image under brutal public scrutiny, marriage is my last straw.  Tara Montimer not only intrigues me. She's selfless, kind-hearted, and sexy as hell. And something deep in her eyes makes me question if I'm worthy to be her husband.   For me, it seems that it's not just fixing my reputation anymore- the entrancing deposed princess didn't only steal my breath away. She penetrates the protective wall around my heart that I built for years.  Our goals may be aligned. But then there's a disapproving father who is a King, a law, and constant threats that prevent us from getting married.  Will this razor-thin edge arrangement be enough to fix what's been broken, or is something between us worth fighting for?

The harsh glare of the spotlight hit Harper's custom wedding dress as she smiled at her groom. But a single phone call from his mistress, Lila, made Chase violently shove his way down the aisle and sprint out of the hotel. He left Harper to face the flashing cameras and the mockery of hundreds of guests. Her mother-in-law dragged her into a hallway and slapped her hard across the face. "You cannot even keep your own man in the room. You are making a mockery of this family." When Harper rushed to the hospital, Chase blamed her for Lila's theatrical, fake miscarriage. He threatened to pull every cent of capital from Harper's investment firm if she dared to walk away. The Young family then used the media to frame Harper, turning her into a public pariah who viciously "killed" an unborn child. Mobbed by ruthless paparazzi, Harper was pushed into the freezing rain, her knees bleeding on the concrete. She couldn't accept that her entire life and career were being destroyed by a mistress's pathetic lie. When Chase later tried to buy her silence with a pink diamond—the exact same one he had just gifted Lila—her remaining love turned to absolute ice. But fate intervened when she was rescued from the mob by Antoni Donovan, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street and her biggest corporate rival. Discovering that Antoni was actually her best friend's older brother, a dangerous smile spread across Harper's face. She picked up his gold-lettered business card. She was done being the victim; she was going to use the wolf of Wall Street to crush her ex-husband.

Elena Crane wakes up in a hospital bed after barely surviving a resort fire, only to discover the devastating truth. The kidney she donated to her husband Leo three days ago wasn't for him. It was for his mistress, Lydia. Worse, she overhears Leo instructing a doctor to kill her within five days and make it look like surgical complications so he can collect two hundred million dollars in life insurance. Their entire five year marriage was an elaborate scheme to steal her organs and murder her for money. What Leo and Lydia don't know is that Elena is actually Roberta Alfred, the legendary jewelry designer and billionaire heiress who abandoned her empire for love. After enduring multiple murder attempts, including being locked in a morgue and losing her uterus to forced hysterectomy, Elena escapes. She divorces Leo, claims the insurance money herself, and returns home to reclaim her identity and her family's billion dollar empire.

Haylee always thought she belonged to the wealthy Bowen family. But on the night of her birthday, her younger sister Cynthia handed her a crushing DNA report, sneered that she was taking her trust fund and fiancé, and shoved her violently off the yacht into the freezing Atlantic. Washing ashore on a dark island, Haylee was brutally assaulted by a drugged stranger. When she was finally rescued, she stared at a tiny television screen in absolute horror. Her adoptive father was calmly declaring her mentally unstable and officially dead to the press. Meanwhile, Cynthia was on screen flaunting a massive diamond ring from Haylee's own fiancé, inheriting everything that was rightfully hers. Discarded like trash, stripped of her identity, and suddenly pregnant with a stranger's child, Haylee was forced to flee the country with nothing but a heavy silver signet ring she found in the dark. She never understood how the family she had loved and trusted for years could erase her existence so ruthlessly. "Are we going to see the bad people who bullied you, Mom?" Five years later, Haylee stepped off a plane at JFK Airport, holding the hand of her genius five-year-old son. She was no longer a helpless victim, but a top-tier medical director holding the key to a billion-dollar empire. "We aren't running anymore," Haylee said softly, her voice laced with steel. "We're here to take everything back."

Dasia's twin brother, Gerald, was an e-sports prodigy, the rising star of the Glory team. But during a crucial moment, he was framed by his own teammates. They orchestrated a trap that completely destroyed his reputation and left his right hand brutally crushed. Instead of getting him medical help, the club threw him out into the freezing rain, bleeding and disgraced. The manager labeled him useless trash and slapped him with a five-million-dollar termination fee to bleed him dry. Stripped of his pro status, the wealthy bullies at his prep school relentlessly targeted him, mocking his crippled hand and beating him down. Dasia watched her twin brother cry in his room, his life and dreams shattered by the people he trusted. A violent, suffocating rage boiled in her chest. How could they smile while crushing his hand? Why should the victim be treated like a rotting piece of garbage while the perpetrators get rich and celebrated? She didn't shed a single tear. She stood in front of the mirror, took a pair of scissors, and ruthlessly hacked off her waist-length hair. She wrapped her chest in coarse medical bandages until her ribs screamed, and pulled on his oversized black hoodie. "Everything you took from him, I am going to take back with interest." The girl in the mirror was gone. She was Gerald now. She secretly passed the brutal online tryouts for Glory's biggest rival, the elite Blackflame team, and signed their official contract. The revenge had officially begun.

To escape an abusive ex who blacklisted her from every job in the city, Annabelle fled to New York with nothing but her late grandfather's secret marriage token. Destitute, she was unexpectedly taken in by the ultra-wealthy Barrera family. Meeting their sweet, handsome nephew, Davion, she naturally assumed he was her arranged fiancé. Seeing that Davion already had a girlfriend he loved, Annabelle felt a deep sense of guilt about the secret contract. Sitting in his passenger seat one morning, she confessed her true identity and offered to help him secretly break the marriage alliance. But Davion just looked at her in sheer panic. "What engagement?" Before Annabelle could explain, his phone accidentally went on speaker. A low, terrifyingly calm voice echoed through the car. It was Jasper Barrera—the ruthless, cold-blooded head of the family, and the terrifying tyrant Annabelle had accidentally offended in the estate's greenhouse just days ago. He had heard every single word of her plan to break the sacred family trust. Davion's face went completely ashen as he hastily pulled the car over, his hands shaking violently on the steering wheel. "Anna," he whispered, looking like he had just seen a ghost. "Who do you think you are engaged to?" That was when the horrifying realization crushed the air out of her lungs. She wasn't engaged to the sweet nephew. She was engaged to the monster.

Cora thought she was the luckiest woman alive, married to a devoted tech billionaire who showered her with custom haute couture and obsessive care. But his "protection" involved locking her inside their San Francisco estate, forcing her to swallow foul neon-green supplements, and drawing her blood with highly classified veterinary needles. She thought it was just his extreme paranoia, until a cynical doctor cornered her at a charity gala. "Kendrick isn't raising a wife. He's curating a very rare, very fragile medical specimen. You're his personal pharmacy." Terrified, Cora broke into Kendrick's hidden safe and found a medical report approving her total bone marrow and stem cell depletion. Kendrick wasn't a doting husband. He was raising her as a human bloodbag to save his terminally ill cousin. When she nearly uncovered the truth, Kendrick cried fake tears, claiming he only needed her antibodies. "Tomorrow, we are going to my private island in the Caribbean. Just the two of us. No internet. No guards. Just peace." Cora almost believed his vulnerable act, deeply confused by how a man who kissed her so tenderly could plan to slaughter her in cold blood. Then, while packing for the trip, she dropped a wooden box, revealing a hidden flight manifesto. Kendrick's return date was listed. Hers was completely blank. Stapled to the back was a clinical schedule: Intensive Marrow Harvesting - Final Stage. Patient will not require return transport. Hearing his heavy footsteps echoing in the hallway, Cora gripped the sharp edges of the broken box. She was not going to be a slaughtered lamb on that island.

For thirty years, Javen and I were inseparable childhood sweethearts, and for the last three, we were the perfect engaged power couple. But at our engagement celebration, hiding behind a velvet curtain, I overheard him telling his best man that our entire relationship was a corporate sham to protect his real girlfriend, Keely. He laughed, calling my lifelong devotion a "convenient crush" that kept his strict parents off his back. Worse, the horrifying truth about my car crash three years ago was soon revealed. Javen didn't just lose control of the wheel. He deliberately swerved to avoid hitting Keely, who had run into the road during a jealous tantrum. The impact crushed my side of the car, killed our unborn baby, and left me permanently infertile. He sacrificed our child to protect his mistress, then played the devoted fiancé while I grieved in the hospital. I had given him thirty years of unwavering love, only to be treated as a disposable human shield. How could the man who wiped my tears be the same monster who orchestrated my absolute destruction? I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly projected their secret texts and videos onto the ballroom screen, publicly broke off the engagement, and walked out into the night. It was time to build my own jewelry empire, and I was going to let his powerful older brother help me burn Javen's world to the ground.

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.

Eliana Rivera is the firstborn daughter of business tycoon Cassian Rivera. When her father's company falls into debt, he marries her off to the arrogant and ruthless billionaire, Alexander Grayson, as part of a business contract and under the threat of blackmail. Alexander, the billionaire CEO, never planned to marry, but the pressure of blackmail forces him into a union with a woman he barely knows. Although Eliana doesn't see Alexander as her ideal partner, she agrees to the marriage out of a sense of duty. Once engaged, however, he barely acknowledges her presence and harbours disdain for her because of her father's actions and their relationship. But as they navigate their newfound relationship, the unexpected desire for each other's touch ignites-a twist neither of them planned, leading them toward an unforeseen love.