My New Husband Is Too Dangerous To Love!
Kristine planned to surprise her husband with a helicopter for their fifth anniversary, then learned the marriage had been a setup from day one.
The man she called a husband never loved her-it was all one hell of a lie.
She dropped the act, shed a lot of weight, and rebuilt herself, ready to make every bastard eat their words.
After an impulsive remarriage, she accidentally exposed who she really was: a star designer and heir to a billion-dollar empire.
And the bodyguard she'd hired was him all along!
Who would've known, the "college student" she married turned out to be a feared underworld kingpin.
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Chapter 1
"Where in the world did that marriage certificate go? Did Benny really stash it like some top-secret document? Was he worried I'd file for divorce behind his back?" Kristine Holt muttered to herself, both amused and irritated as she rummaged through drawers in her Slufield villa.
With their fifth anniversary just around the corner, Kristine's mind spun with plans. She wanted to surprise her husband with a custom helicopter, designed entirely by her own hands.
Benny Higgins had always raved about Kueen, that elusive designer—and now, she would finally reveal that she was Kueen all along.
This anniversary was supposed to be unforgettable.
But as she gathered all the documents needed for the ownership transfer, she realized she needed their marriage certificate to finalize the paperwork.
"Found it! Wait, why are there two certificates here?"
All the excitement drained from Kristine's face in an instant.
Carefully, Kristine unfolded both documents. One belonged to her and Benny. The other was for Benny and his childhood love, Emilee Hewitt.
Her brows furrowed, confusion quickly morphing into a sharp unease. Which certificate was actually real?
Driven by a rising wave of dread, Kristine rushed to check the registration number for her own certificate online.
No matter how many times she tried, the system kept flashing error messages, asking her to re-enter the information—clear proof that the document was a fake.
Kristine's hands shook as she typed in the details from Benny and Emilee's certificate. This time, the site loaded with no trouble at all.
Reality crashed down on Kristine like a tidal wave, leaving her stunned and aching.
All those years—five years of believing she and Benny were truly married, of trusting his endless proposals and declarations that Emilee was nothing more than a closed chapter in his past. Everyone knew them as the perfect couple, but now it felt like her entire life with him had been nothing but a cruel illusion.
After Benny complained she was too thin and unfit for motherhood, Kristine had thrown herself into weight gain shakes and supplement regimens.
Her body changed quickly, all for him—her once celebrated figure traded away without a second thought.
And now she was supposed to swallow the idea that it had all been meaningless?
She could not accept that—not yet.
Kristine prided herself on being levelheaded, refusing to jump to conclusions before knowing the whole story.
Brushing away her tears, she summoned a cab and headed straight for Benny's office. She needed answers, face to face.
When she arrived and paused outside his door, voices drifted from inside, clear enough to stop her in her tracks.
"Benny, you really plan to have a kid with Kristine? Emilee's almost done with her training—she'll be back any day now. Won't she be crushed if she finds out?" Benny's friend Clint Dawson's tone was uneasy.
"Are you clueless? Benny's had a vasectomy. Even if Kristine dreams about having his baby, it's never going to happen," said another voice, one of Benny's friends.
"Exactly. So she packed on all that weight for nothing! She used to be slim and pretty indeed, but now, look at her—hard to believe she was ever attractive in the first place," the second friend added with a snicker.
Their laughter, mean-spirited and loud, sliced through Kristine like a knife.
And Benny? He didn't say a word to stop them. He just sipped his coffee and wore a lazy, uncaring expression on his handsome face, as if none of it mattered at all.
Kristine's hand clamped around the office door handle, her knuckles white as she fought the urge to scream. Tears streaked down her cheeks, the realization hammering through her.
A vasectomy? Benny never told her.
Wasn't he the one who insisted on marriage? Wasn't he the one who wanted a family?
Everything he said had been a lie. All along, he had another woman and only kept her on a string for his own amusement.
The truth landed hard, and any lingering hope shattered on the spot.
She clenched her jaw, spun around, and strode out of the office, anger giving her strength.
As she stormed toward the elevators, a woman stepped out—a vision in a purple dress and golden curls, her whole style screaming she did not belong in a tedious office. Kristine, desperate to escape, barely even noticed.
While the doors slid shut, the blonde woman seemed to glance back, but Kristine was already focused on getting out.
"Yes, this is Kristine Holt. I need to cancel the helicopter order. A cancellation fee? Five hundred thousand? Are you kidding me? Fine, alright. Charge me whatever you want—just get rid of that thing," Kristine said sharply into her phone.
She ended the call without hesitation, not caring about the lost money.
Determined, Kristine wasted no time. She hired a fitness coach and set herself a challenge—within three months, she would take back everything she lost.
But the anger did not fade. The betrayal of more than five years, of nearly two thousand days and nights of loyalty and effort, gnawed at her, refusing to let go.
Had Benny ever felt even a moment's guilt for what he'd done to her?
Kristine stood on the busy street, her mind wandering for a moment before she sent a message to her lawyer, Mathew Fletcher. "Mathew, I need your help drafting an agreement."
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7.5
BAD INFLUENCE
7.5
The moment she stepped into the wrong restroom, everything changed.
Hailey had only been at Hillsworth College for a day, a fresh scholarship student, eager yet nervous.
She had simply been looking for the restroom, but fate had other plans.
The thick scent of smoke filled her lungs the second she pushed the door open. The air was dense, intoxicating. Her breath hitched when she saw him.
A dangerously handsome guy.
He leaned lazily against the sink, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his sharp eyes flickering toward her. Tattoos curled around his arms like inked secrets, and silver rings glinted from his eyebrow and tongue. A dangerous smirk lifted his lips as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.
"Lost, princess?" He asked with a smirk, raking her with his eyes from head to toe.
Hailey 's heart pounded. This was the boys' restroom.
And somehow, she had just collided with trouble.
___
Hailey had learned early on that life was rarely fair.
She barely remembered her parents, their faces were blurry images in an old photo album she had once clung to as a child. After their deaths, she was taken in by her uncle, the only family she had left. At first, life had been tolerable-until he died too.
That was when everything changed.
Her uncle's wife, Cecilia, had never truly cared for her, but after his death, the cold indifference turned to outright cruelty. Hailey became the unwanted burden in their home, forced to endure harsh words and extra chores.
Unlike her cousin, Brielle, who lived in luxury and had everything handed to her, Hailey had to fight for the smallest things. When Cecilia refused to pay for her education, she had thought her dreams were over.
But then the scholarship to Hillsworth College came like a miracle.
She studied tirelessly, poured everything into that exam, and when the results came in, she had been one of the few selected. It was her chance at freedom, her chance to escape.
There was just one problem.
Hillsworth was Brielle's school.
And if there was one thing Hailey knew, it was that her cousin would make her life miserable.
But none of that compared to the storm she was about to walk into.
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8.2
For three years, nineteen-year-old Ella Campbell rotted in a freezing psychiatric isolation room.
Her billionaire family didn't visit her once, only pulling her out today to force her to publicly apologize to Ashlyn, the perfect sister who had framed her.
At Ashlyn's glamorous engagement gala, Ella was treated worse than a stray dog and forced to watch her childhood sweetheart propose to her sister.
When Ella showed no jealousy, her brother Ivan dragged her onto a dark balcony and nearly choked her to death.
Her mother didn't even check if Ella was breathing, merely ordering a makeup artist to paint thick concealer over the dark purple handprints on Ella's neck so the family's stock price wouldn't drop.
Standing under the blinding stage lights in a shapeless gray dress, facing three hundred mocking Wall Street executives, Ella was supposed to be the broken, obedient psycho the Campbells needed.
"I am deeply sorry for the pain I caused."
She was supposed to end the apology there and bow to her abusers, but Ella didn't shed a single tear.
"My only regret is that I didn't insist on waiting for the police to arrive that night. I deeply regret that I didn't demand a full, legal toxicology report to prove to everyone exactly what happened."
As the ballroom erupted into suspicious whispers and her paralyzed twin brother finally saw the violent bruises hidden beneath her makeup, Ella's counterattack against the Campbell family officially began.
9.6
Ravenna was betrayed by her mate, Ronan, the Alpha heir of the Bloodmoon Pack. She was left to die, but instead she survived and now returns to the Bloodmoon Academy with a new face, new identity, a sharpened will and she lives for vengeance.
As she weaved through the Academy, with her charm and beauty she caught the attention of three men that holds a part of a past and future.
A powerful prince.
A charming traitor.
A merciless sorcerer.
Now, she must decide what is worth saving and what's to be destroyed as the thin line between duty and desire begins to blur out.
8.7
For years, I believed my unique blood was a gift to save the man I loved.
Now, he saw it as a poison.
At the urging of his venomous new lover, Kim, he believed I was a family enemy trying to destroy him.
He subjected me to endless torture, draining my life force to treat Kim' s fake pregnancy. Each extraction, which he saw as me faking my pain, was actually pushing my body toward total collapse.
I endured it all for one reason: to protect my innocent brother, Benny. But how could the man whose life I'd secretly preserved be so blind to the truth?
When they captured Benny and threatened his life, I offered my final sacrifice. I gave Cliffton my entire remaining life force, dissolving into light before his very eyes.
And in that instant, as his cured parents appeared to reveal every lie, he finally understood: he had just murdered his own salvation.
7.8
Soraya Wane knew her place. Low rank, no lineage, no illusions.
When the bond appeared at the Luna's Calling, she let herself believe - briefly - that Luna had seen something in her worth choosing.
Lucien didn't agree.
Rejected before the entire pack and nearly killed by the ritual meant to sever what couldn't be severed, Soraya runs. She doesn't expect to survive. She certainly doesn't expect Gabriel.
The rival Alpha doesn't offer her rescue. He offers her something she stopped believing in - a future. A home. A bond that grows into something real.
Then Lucien comes back.
He returns to a bond that never broke, a woman he doesn't recognize, and discovers he has a child he never knew existed.
Now two Alphas stand on opposite sides of something ancient - a sacred charge from Luna herself that cannot be ignored and cannot be divided.
War is coming. The only question is whether Lucien is the enemy... or the missing piece.
Some bonds can't be broken. Some destinies can't be shared. Soraya may not get a choice in either.
8.5
The day my husband' s stepsister announced her pregnancy wasn' t the first time my world shattered. It had already been destroyed when his reckless driving killed our daughter, Lily. I was forced to play the perfect, grieving wife, trapped in a deal with his powerful grandfather: one year of silence for my freedom.
But then they stole my daughter's name for their newborn son.
They named him Lily.
It was a sacred name, meant for the child I lost, and they twisted it into a monument of their betrayal. The final insult came when his mistress wore my late mother's blazer to their son's celebration, parading my last precious memory like a prize.
They expected me to remain the silent, dignified victim they had created. They thought I was too broken to fight.
They were wrong. I walked into that banquet ready to burn their world to the ground, and I started with the clothes on their backs.