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 3
Kristine took getting married seriously.
If she didn't do it soon, her family would likely force her into some arranged match.
If anyone was going to make decisions about her life, it would be her.
The family could save their matchmaking schemes for someone else—her supposed sister, for one, who had taken Kristine's place for years after being switched at birth, would probably jump at the chance.
Her assistant responded, "Copy that. I'll get it done!"
Satisfied, Kristine set her phone aside and headed for the shower.
She pulled out her hair tie and let her hair tumble down over her shoulders before disappearing into the bathroom.
At dawn, Kristine was up and moving, squeezing in her usual workout before heading out for the day.
Kristine's assistant worked fast, already lining up a marriage candidate who ticked every box.
He was tall, solidly built, just twenty-two, and had come from overseas on a student visa. With no savings and graduation right on the corner, he was desperate to stay in the country—marriage was his golden ticket.
At least he had good looks, a gentle disposition, and zero hesitation about signing a prenup.
Kristine only cared about obedience.
She barely looked at his photo before snapping the file shut, already bored.
When she reached the courthouse, she spotted him waiting outside.
He was dressed head-to-toe in black—a hoodie, sweatpants, baseball cap, and a mask pulled up high. He slouched against the wall, long legs stretched out as if he didn't have a care in the world.
Kristine figured he was trying to hide, embarrassed at having to marry to stay in the country.
But honestly, his feelings didn't matter to her at all.
Closing the distance, Kristine realized he was taller than the profile had suggested.
Kristine found herself staring at his impossibly broad shoulders, forced to tilt her chin just to meet his gaze. The moment their eyes met, she froze.
Those green eyes of his were almost hypnotic—bright as polished emeralds, sharp and impossible to ignore.
Odd. The picture hadn't done him justice. Were contact lenses really this convincing now?
Suspicion flickered across her face as she dug out the prenuptial contract, eyeing him carefully.
"So, you're here to get married too?"
"That's right." Nathan Spencer's reply was calm, but he took his time studying Kristine.
Her wide eyes, small mouth, and round cheeks made her look lively and charming, though he honestly didn't care who he married. In his mind, the whole arrangement was just a business deal, and partners could be swapped out at any time.
With a shrug, Nathan scanned the contract, arched an eyebrow, and scribbled his signature with practiced ease.
Kristine had already signed. She felt a small thrill at his no-nonsense attitude. Nathan Spencer—her gaze dropped as she whispered the name under her breath.
They tucked the paperwork away and walked into the courthouse side by side, both steady and sure.
Just ten minutes later, the two of them walked out as a married couple, the deal sealed and official.
"If there's anything I need, I'll get in touch. For now, just stay put and wait for my instructions," Kristine said, not slowing down as she walked towards her car.
Nathan stopped for a second, caught off guard. Wasn't he supposed to be in charge here? After all, he was the one who hired her.
Still, the boldness in her voice made him want to laugh.
Too bad the mask hid his grin—nobody could see just how much her attitude amused him.
Nathan realized that Kristine never once tried to make conversation, barely even glancing in his direction during the entire marriage process. She followed every step by the book—no questions, no curiosity, just efficiency. That sort of discipline made her exactly the partner he'd hoped to find.
"Works for me," Nathan murmured, and then turned on his heel and strode off.
They both got what they wanted, no fuss or lingering looks.
Kristine got married, but she wasn't eager to parade herself in front of Benny just yet.
She took up residence at Rose Manor, throwing herself into a fierce fitness routine.
All her effort paid off—she slimmed down faster than she'd ever imagined.
Within two months, Kristine barely recognized herself.
Her new figure was all elegant curves and balance, the kind of silhouette that drew every eye in the room. Her delicate features seemed to glow, and just the hint of a smile could send hearts racing.
Admiring her reflection, Kristine traced the edge of the mirror with a pleased grin.
"Miss Holt, you look absolutely incredible! I swear, if I knew you'd end up like this, I would've volunteered for that marriage slot myself. How did I miss out on such a golden opportunity?" Pamela Warren, her assistant, burst into the room, beaming.
"Oh, right! The CEO from Glory Group sent you another invite. His grandson's birthday bash is tomorrow, and apparently, they're announcing the heir to the company," Pamela said, clapping her hands as she remembered. "Are you planning to go? I know you usually avoid these events these days, so—"
But Kristine's lips curved upward, a spark in her eyes, as she interjected, "Why wouldn't I go? It's about time I showed my face."
She had every intention of running into Benny at that party. He still owed her ten million, and Kristine was determined to collect every cent.
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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.