MARRYING THE BILLIONAIRE DON TO RUIN MY THREE BETRAYING FIANCÉS

William Donavan is an oil magnate, but his life of wealth and privileges couldn't prevent him from falling ill. Now, with only one year left to live, he must race to secure an heir. That is, until he crosses paths with Sophia Davis-a young woman who works as a waitress by day and spends her nights sleeping on a park bench. Sophia is going through the worst phase of her life since her mother passed away and she was forced to run away from home. She works hard and saves every penny, dreaming of affording a place to live. When she's approached by a man offering her a marriage contract that includes having a child-all she has to do is sign, and her life would change forever.

A DARK EROTIC BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE. "The night I caught my fiancé in bed with my sister was the night I stopped being the good girl." After seventeen years of blind loyalty, Leah Harnes walks in on her fiance tangled in sheets with her own sister. Heartbroken, humiliated and desperate to forget, Leah does the unthinkable when she spends a reckless night with a hot stranger. But then, her world shatters again when she discovers the man from that night is 'Ethan Blackwood,' her ruthless and dangerously powerful boss. Ethan offers her a cruel contract; Her body in exchange for his power. Except, a man like Ethan doesn't do soft. No romance. No love-play. All he knows is control, pleasure and pain. She swears to hate him. He swears to own her. Between her scheming step-mother, her vengeful ex and Ethan's dark obsession, Leah is caught in a web of lies, desire and revenge. But when love ignites between them, and enemies strike from all sides, Leah must decide to destroy Ethan to save herself or lose everything to the man who already ruined her once. A man like Ethan, who despised being touched, but now, he craves the touch of only one woman. And he was never going to let her go. Not in this lifetime, or any to come. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~EXCERPT~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* He stepped close to me, his hands brushing over my throat lightly. "It seems I have to set some rules for how I do my things. I don't do soft," he said. His tone sounded low and dark. "No romance. No love-play. I fuck, and I do that hard and fast. But don't worry, I'll make sure you are wet enough, and you experience your fair share of pleasures. But everything goes my way. I might not be a very good giver, but I know how to bring women to climax perfectly," His deep voice said. His words rattled me completely. My heart fluttered rapidly as my breathing deepened. What kind of man was he? I wondered. "Have you ever done hardcore before? If not, this is your chance to back out now." His head tilted towards the door. "You can leave if you cannot handle it. That would be a wise option for you," he said pointing at the door, while he waited for my reply. The silence stretched between us. My heart pounded so fast in my chest, I could almost swear he could hear it. My mind told me to run from this man. He looked dangerous, and he'll suck me into whatever hell he crawled out of. But my foot remained rooted, as I made up my mind. "I'd like to stay," I whispered shyly. "Good," he said, as his smirk deepened. "This is my play room baby girl, and when we are in here, everything happens by my rules," he continued, his voice echoing around the large room. ~*~ ONE NIGHT OF REVENGE TURNED INTO A LIFETIME OF OBSESSION ~*~

"Evan!" I called out, my voice bright with genuine delight. "Perfect timing. Come help us choose." He paused in the entryway, his expression unreadable as his gaze swept from me to the strollers, then back again. Something flickered across his face—was it irritation? No, impossible. We never fought. "We're deciding between these two," I continued, gesturing between them with an enthusiasm I hoped would be contagious. "I think the silver one is more practical, but the navy is so beautiful. What do you think? Which one do you see our baby in?" Evan set his briefcase down with a deliberate slowness that made my stomach tighten. He didn't look at the strollers. He didn't look at Sarah. His eyes fixed on me with an intensity that felt wrong, felt cold. I suddenly shivered. "Lia," that was when he called my name, his voice flat and emotionless. "I want a divorce."

Fifteen years. That' s how long my fiancé, Blake, and I spent building our empire from nothing. On the night he was supposed to propose, a single phone call shattered our perfect future. He publicly abandoned me for a young art student, Hayleigh, who then framed me for violent attacks and faked a pregnancy to win his sympathy. The nightmare ended on a cliff's edge, where our rival forced a choice: save me, or save her. Blake screamed her name. Even my own birth parents, tech billionaires who had only just found me, chose her over their own flesh and blood. As I plunged into the icy ocean, I didn't understand. Why would the man I built a life with, and the family I just found, abandon me for a web of lies? They all thought I was dead. But two years later, I walked back into Miami, ready to take back my city and burn their world to the ground.

The paramedics didn't rush. That was the first thing I noticed. They moved through the master suite with the unhurried efficiency of people who already knew the outcome, and one of them — young, with tired eyes — glanced at me in the hallway and gave a small, apologetic shake of his head. I nodded. Pressed my thumbnail into my palm. Matthias Carroll was dead. I stood there in my silk robe, the one he'd picked out, and waited for something to move inside me. Grief. Relief. Anything with a name.

Adaline Whitmore becomes the price for her father's betrayal when she is forced to live under the roof of the ruthless billionaire Ronan Frost, the man who lost everything because of her family. But neither of them knows one truth. She is the same girl who once saved him years ago. As everything begins to change and secrets come to light, the line between punishment and desire fades. Now Ronan must choose between his need for revenge and the woman quietly stealing his heart.