Happiness Never Knocks

After five years of marriage and raising a son with Daniel, Kimberly’s world shatters when Siena returns. Despite her devotion, she discovers she was always an outsider in her own home. With Daniel consistently choosing his former love and her son growing increasingly attached to Siena, Kimberly realizes her place has been usurped. Fortunately, their union was merely a contract. In just seven days, she will finally walk away from this cold billionaire life to reclaim her independence.

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Siena stepped out of the car with an air of confidence and approached Kimberly with a smirk playing on her lips. "Sorry, I snagged your spot by mistake. You don't mind, do you?"

Before Kimberly could respond, Daniel interjected, "This spot is not anyone's property. If you want it, no one's got a problem with that."

He shot Kimberly a warning glance, and Henry chimed in, "Don't worry about my mom. Her car is ugly and out of place anyway."

Kimberly's blood ran cold. She had nurtured Henry for four years, pouring all her love and care into raising him. Yet, here he was, defending Siena and looking down on her with such disdain.

Daniel grabbed Siena's arm and raised an eyebrow. "Come on, check out the room I set up for you. It's right next to mine."

Henry cheered, "Hooray! I've got a playmate from now on. Siena is good at any game, unlike my mom. She is so boring."

Daniel glanced at Kimberly, his expression unreadable. Then, as if remembering something, he said, "Oh, Siena's lease is up. She'll stay at the villa for a bit."

Kimberly's expression remained neutral. She merely hummed in response.

Daniel paused, surprised by her calm demeanor.

Siena faltered deliberately, "Maybe I should stay at a hotel. I don't think it's a good idea for an outsider like me to stay in your house and interrupt your life."

Henry pouted. "You and my dad knew each other first. If anyone's an outsider, it's not you."

"Exactly," Daniel echoed. "I bought this villa for you. How could you be an outsider?"

They ushered Siena inside, leaving Kimberly standing alone in the driveway. Daniel handed her the car keys, his tone brusque. "Pop the trunk and help Siena with her bags."

"Does she not have hands?" Kimberly retorted sharply.

Daniel paused, surprised by her reaction.

The defiance in her voice was new. It felt like she had stopped caring, and that unnerved him.

"You don't wanna help, fine. I'll get the butler..." he said.

"Forget it. Give me the keys," Kimberly cut in, taking the keys from his hand.

Her face was blank, and her emotions were hidden behind a wall of indifference.

When she entered the house with the bags, Henry was proudly showing Siena a gift: four five-gram gold bars.

Siena's eyes widened in surprise, her fingers tracing the smooth surface of the gold.

Kimberly's face drained of color as she watched the scene.

The Carter family had the wealth to spare, but these gold bars were her hard-earned savings, gifted to Henry each birthday as a symbol of her support and hope for his future.

Yet he handed them to Siena without a second thought, as if they were mere trinkets.

Daniel frowned, noticing Kimberly's stricken look. "Those were your mom's gifts to you, Henry. How could you give away something so personal?"

Henry protested, "Siena's not just anyone. I like her. It's just a few dumb gold bars. We've got plenty."

Daniel tried to argue, but Kimberly's cold voice cut through. "He is right. They're just gold bars. If he wants to give them away, let him."

Ignoring their stunned looks, she walked to her room.

Once inside, she leaned against the door, closing her eyes in exhaustion and pain.

"Seven days. Seven more days," she muttered to herself.

In seven days, she would be set free.

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She bit her lower lip, nervous. "You're a dangerous man. I have seen you kill without a thought. What's to make me believe it won't be my head falling to the ground one day?" He stared at her for long, quiet seconds before he said slowly, "There are far more dangerous things I want to do to you and with your body. Death by my hand should be the least of your worries." ***** Candice is a metropolitan real estate agent, whose world revolves around closing deals and raking in commissions. But everything changed when a mysterious billionaire set her up on a blind date, thrusting her into a world beyond her wildest imagination. Suddenly, she finds herself at the center of a supernatural storm, with creatures from the shadows seeking to exploit her connection to Wayne Wyatt, the powerful and enigmatic werewolf monarch. Forced into a role she didn't fully understand, she agrees to play her role as Luna to her newly found Alpha – but only for a price. However, taming the proud and infuriating King would require her to navigate a delicate balance of power and seduction, testing her wits and will against his unyielding dominance. She finds herself in a bind, trying to resist this gorgeous, prideful king or succumb to the primal attraction that threatens to consume them both.

Billionaire Modern Werewolf

9.4

Goodbye to My Don

9.4

Vincenzo Moretti leads a double life as a tech mogul and a ruthless mafia Don. His wife, Isabella, has endured a decade of his infidelity, but the ultimate betrayal occurs when his mistress causes a fatal accident. After Vincenzo abandons his injured wife and dying child, Isabella wakes from a coma to a shattered world. With her mother also dead, she demands her freedom from the Moretti patriarch. When a repentant Vincenzo eventually begs for her return, Isabella chooses to walk away forever.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

My Husband and Son Gave Her My Thanksgiving Seat

8.8

After her husband Adrian and son Lucas relegate her to a servant's status and hand her Thanksgiving seat to another woman, she boards a flight to Shanghai. Without her market model, Adrian's C$1.8 million investment crumbles, and Lucas's university file is frozen without her certified volunteer hours. Refusing to salvage their self-inflicted financial ruin or validate their lies, she launches her own venture, CrossCurrent, to permanently reclaim her independence.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

9.4

I walked into the master suite clutching a positive pregnancy test, convinced this tiny plastic stick would finally mend the cracks in my relationship with Braeden Randall. I was ready to tell him we were starting a family, that our future was finally secure. Instead of a celebration, a heavy manila envelope struck me in the chest, slicing my lip open. Photos scattered at my feet—grainy images of a woman who looked exactly like me entering a seedy motel with a stranger. Before I could speak, Braeden’s face twisted with a hatred so pure it stole my breath. "I’m pregnant, Braeden! It’s yours!" I sobbed, shielding my stomach. He didn’t hesitate. He called my baby "evidence of my filth" and delivered a kick so brutal it sent me crashing through a glass coffee table. As I lay amidst the shards, watching the white carpet turn crimson with the blood of my lost child, he simply adjusted his cufflinks and told me to "clean up the mess" before walking out. Hours later, I was bound in ropes on a yacht during a violent storm. My stepmother, Brittny, leaned in and whispered the ultimate betrayal: she had murdered my mother, and now she was finishing me off. They threw me into the black, churning ocean like garbage, expecting the waves to swallow my secrets forever. I sank into the freezing depths, fueled by the memory of that final, desperate flutter in my womb and the cold realization that my life had been stolen by a calculated frame-up. How could the man I loved turn into a monster in a single afternoon, and what else were they hiding? Now, four years later, I’ve returned to Cloud City with a heart forged in ice and a genius son who looks exactly like the man who tried to kill me. I’m no longer the victim who begged for mercy; I’m a rising star auditioning for the lead in Braeden’s new production. The games are just beginning, and I won't stop until I've dismantled the Randall empire piece by piece.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Switch of Fate

8.0

After being poisoned by her jealous sister, Lily, the protagonist wakes up on their shared wedding day. In their past life, Lily married a billionaire who eventually abandoned her, while the protagonist's humble husband rose to political power. Now, Lily attempts to steal her sister's fate by switching partners, believing a different man guarantees success. However, her greed leads to a faster downfall, proving that character, not just a husband, defines one's destiny.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

9.6

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

Billionaire Modern Romance

Happiness Never Knocks

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