His Sister's Fiancé, My Forbidden Protector

Scarlett Miller, heartbroken, watched from a freezing terrace as her fiancé, Sebastian Vance, announced his engagement to another woman inside. Her world already felt shattered. She had no idea how much worse it could get. The next morning, news broke: her gentle father was arrested for a massive Ponzi scheme, his foundation's assets seized. They were evicted from their home, leaving Scarlett and her aunt destitute, facing an impossible five-million-dollar bail. Desperate, Scarlett sought help from Sebastian, who cruelly revealed he framed her father and then demanded she become his mistress. Humiliated, she fled, only to be rejected by Harrison Sterling Jr., a top litigator, because his sister was Sebastian's fiancée. Scarlett was a pawn. How could Sebastian, the man she loved, orchestrate such a devastating fall? And why did Harrison, despite fleeting moments of care, prioritize his family's reputation over justice for her father? The betrayal and injustice burned deeply. Collapsing from the strain, Scarlett refused to yield. With a mysterious pro bono lawyer now involved and her resolve hardened by Harrison's perceived abandonment, she vowed to uncover the truth, save her father, and make Sebastian pay, no matter the cost.

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The staff locker room was a concrete box in the basement of the clubhouse. It smelled of damp towels and chlorine. The lights flickered with every clap of thunder outside.

Scarlett sat on a bench, peeling off the wig. Her ankle was the size of a grapefruit. She prodded it and hissed in pain.

The door banged open.

She spun around, expecting the driver.

It was Sebastian.

He was soaked, his hair plastered to his skull. He looked deranged. He slammed the door shut and twisted the lock.

"I knew it," he hissed, walking toward her. "The wig didn't fool me for long. What are you doing here, Scarlett? Stalking me? Trying to get to Harrison?"

"I don't care about you, Sebastian," Scarlett said, standing up on one leg, backing away. "I want my father out of jail."

"He's never getting out!" Vance screamed. "And neither are you. You think Harrison likes you? He's playing you. He knows what you are. Damaged goods. He's just keeping you around to amuse himself."

"Better damaged than soulless," Scarlett spat.

Vance lunged. He grabbed her by the throat, slamming her against the metal lockers.

"You need to learn your place," Vance snarled. His grip tightened, cutting off her air. "You're nothing. You're dirt."

Scarlett clawed at his hands, black spots dancing in her vision.

BOOM.

The door didn't just open. It was kicked open. The lock shattered.

Harrison stood in the doorway. He wasn't wearing his golf whites anymore. He was in a dark suit, drenched from the rain. Behind him stood two large security guards.

Harrison didn't shout. He didn't run. He walked into the room with a terrifying, deadly calm.

He grabbed Vance by the back of his collar and the belt of his trousers.

With a grunt of effort, he threw Vance. Literally threw him.

Vance flew across the room and crashed into a bench, sliding to the floor in a heap.

"Get him out of here," Harrison said to the security guards. "If I see him again today, I will kill him."

The guards dragged a whimpering Vance out.

Harrison turned to Scarlett. The rage in his eyes was so intense it looked like pain. He scanned her neck, where red marks were already forming.

"Did he touch you anywhere else?"

Scarlett was shaking so hard her teeth chattered. "No. Just... choked me."

Harrison swore softly, a string of explicit curses. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around her. It was warm and smelled like him-cedar and safety.

"Can you walk?"

Scarlett took a step and cried out as her ankle gave way.

Harrison caught her. He didn't ask permission this time. He bent down and scooped her up into his arms.

"Harrison, people will see," she whispered.

"Let them look," he growled.

He carried her out of the locker room, through the service corridor, and out into the pouring rain. A black Maybach was waiting at the curb, engine running. The driver opened the rear door.

Harrison placed her gently on the leather seat. He got in beside her.

"Drive," he ordered.

The car pulled away, leaving the Royal Dunes Club behind in the storm. Scarlett huddled in his jacket, watching him. He was staring out the window, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek.

"Thank you," she said softly.

Harrison didn't look at her. "Don't thank me. I didn't do it for you."

"Then why?"

He turned to her. His eyes were dark, haunted. "Because he touched what is... he created a scene. It reflects poorly on my associates."

The correction was clumsy. The silence that followed was heavier than the storm.

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In a world ruled by power and illusion, the most dangerous role is playing yourself. When scandal detonates inside the powerful Laurent empire, its fragile heiress, Georgia Laurent, vanishes from public view. Investors panic. Markets wobble. The media circles like vultures. Then Georgia returns. Perfectly styled. Perfectly composed. Perfectly convincing. There's just one problem. She isn't Georgia Laurent. She's Sharon Beckley - a struggling actress drowning in debt and one missed audition away from losing everything. When the enigmatic fixer James Barnett offers her an obscene amount of money to impersonate the heiress "temporarily," Sharon accepts. It's a role with strict rules: smile for cameras, memorize the biography, sign where instructed, and never ask questions. But behind the mirrored walls of the Laurent estate, Sharon discovers this isn't damage control. It's containment. Locked wings of the mansion. Security systems recently upgraded. Burned files in marble fireplaces. Offshore accounts bleeding billions from Laurent Global Holdings. And whispers of a former executive whose fatal accident may have been murder. When Sharon pushes too far, the pressure shifts. Surveillance tightens. James grows colder. The board becomes ruthless. Then the real Georgia disappears. No flight records. No secure messages. No proof she's alive. And suddenly Sharon understands the truth: she wasn't hired to stand in. She was selected to replace. Now trapped inside a stolen identity with powerful men determined to preserve the illusion, Sharon faces an impossible choice - become Georgia completely and inherit an empire built on blood... Or expose the conspiracy and risk being erased permanently. Because in the Laurent world, identities are assets. And only one Georgia Laurent is allowed to exist.

Billionaire Modern Mystery

8.2

Married the Mafia Boss While Pregnant

8.2

To have a child with her husband, who had fertility issues, she agreed to undergo in vitro fertilization. However, she inadvertently discovered that she had been used as a means to have a child by her husband and his mistress. The embryos used in the procedure had been swapped by her husband, replacing them with his sperm and the mistress's egg. Devastated by the betrayal, she decided to go to the hospital to terminate the pregnancy. Yet, the doctor revealed an unexpected twist: due to a nurse's mistake, the child she was carrying was actually hers and that of a stranger. And this stranger turned out to be the mafia leader! Thus began a series of unforeseen complications.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.2

Mistress Steals Our Daughter's Future

8.2

After giving her heart to a man she believed was her soulmate, a devoted mother discovers a web of lies. Her husband’s mistress has orchestrated a cruel scheme to sabotage their daughter’s life and steal her rightful future. Faced with a betrayal that shatters her world, she must navigate a dangerous path of secrets and manipulation. As she fights to protect her child, she uncovers the truth behind the woman trying to ruin them both.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.3

Six Years Trapped In A Broken Vow

7.3

Aliyah Pollard POV: For six years, my husband, Chase, refused to divorce me, gaslighting me while he built a new family with his mistress, Faye. After 99 failed attempts, I was ready for my 100th try. But the man I met in the park wasn't my cold, cheating husband. It was Chase from ten years ago-eighteen, idealistic, and still madly in love with me. He didn't understand why I looked so sad, why I flinched from his touch. He didn't know about the affair, the miscarriage Faye caused, or the child they now had together. He saw the divorce papers and his world shattered. "I would never hurt you, Aliyah," he cried, his young eyes filled with genuine anguish. "I love you." His pain was a stark contrast to the cruelty of the man he would become. The older Chase had sneered, "You're mine, Aliyah. Who would want you?" But this boy, this pure version of my husband, saw my suffering and didn't hesitate. He took the pen, his hand shaking, and signed the papers his future self had refused for years. "If this is what you need," he whispered, "I'll do it."

Action Modern Romance

8.5

The Billionaire's Regret: Chasing His Ex-Wife

8.5

I was the canary in the gilded cage, the clean face of the O'Neill Syndicate. My husband, Cameron, was the Don, and I was supposed to be his cherished trophy. But at my own art exhibition, the facade cracked. A notification lit up my phone: 'Watch your husband touch the woman he actually loves.' It was Kacie, his legal 'fixer.' She smirked at me across the room, whispering that I was just a number on a ledger while she was the partner he couldn't afford to lose. Things turned deadly when I went riding to clear my head. My saddle snapped mid-air. I hit the ground hard, shattering my leg. It wasn't an accident; the leather had been cleanly cut. Lying in the hospital bed, I waited for my husband's rage to defend me. Instead, Cameron calmly peeled a pear and fed it to me. "Leather wears out," he said dismissively. "Don't be paranoid." That night, I heard him whispering with Kacie in the hallway. He knew she had sabotaged the saddle. He knew she could have killed me. He laughed and said, "A cripple doesn't look good at galas. Keep her docile." He chose his mistress over my life. He sacrificed my safety for his public image. The tears stopped falling instantly. I didn't want an apology anymore. I picked up the phone and called Sarah Vance, the city's most ruthless divorce attorney. "I don't just want a divorce," I told her. "I want to take his empire, piece by piece."

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.5

The Reborn Genius Heiress's Spectacular Comeback

7.5

My biological mother finally came to the rundown trailer park to take me to her wealthy new family in New York. But instead of the good life she promised, I was treated worse than a stray dog. My stepbrother broke my legs with a golf club just for fun, while my perfect stepsister smiled and watched. My mother didn't even try to stop them. She let them lock me in a car and set it on fire. I was burned alive, the smell of gasoline and toxic smoke filling my lungs as they walked away with my life. Until my last agonizing breath, I couldn't understand why my own flesh and blood hated me so much. Why did I have to die just so her new family could thrive? Opening my eyes again, the smell of smoke vanished, replaced by the cheap coffee of the diner I worked at. I was seventeen again, on the exact day the black Bentley pulled up to take me away. This time, I wasn't going to be their victim. I deliberately stalled our departure, saving us from the massive highway pileup that was supposed to be my grave. And when my stepbrother threw a metal dart at my face on my first day back, I didn't just dodge. I let New York's most ruthless billionaire step in, ruining his ten-million-dollar watch in the process. "Since that hand likes to throw things, I will take the hand as payment." Watching my arrogant stepfamily fall to their knees and beg for mercy, I knew my revenge had just begun.

Billionaire Fantasy Modern

His Sister's Fiancé, My Forbidden Protector

Chapter 5

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