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 4
"Reach out to Nathan and make sure he has a suit for tomorrow's event," Kristine said offhandedly, already turning her attention to selecting her own dress and jewelry.
Pamela stood in the doorway, thoroughly confused, and hurried to grab Kristine's arm. "Wait—Nathan who? Who are you even talking about?"
"Are you serious right now? Nathan Spencer, of course. My legal husband—the man you picked out for me, remember?" Kristine shot her assistant a stunned look.
Pamela raked her hands through her hair, clearly frazzled. "No, no, I'm sure I arranged for a guy named Jeff Sutton! Didn't Jeff show up to marry you?"
Kristine's jaw dropped. "Excuse me? Jeff Sutton was supposed to be my husband? So what was this Nathan guy doing here, claiming he was waiting for me?"
Across town, Nathan stood at the window of his seventy-second floor office, surveying the skyline.
One leg crossed, he tapped his fingers on the table in a slow, steady rhythm.
His bespoke suit hugged his frame, every line immaculate.
A tight line settled over his lips, and his jaw tensed, projecting a silent command that filled the room.
His eyes slid over to the nervous man giving a report. The pressure of Nathan's gaze made the subordinate's voice falter as he stared down at the floor.
"Mr. Spencer, we've discovered that Kristine Holt, the woman you accidentally married, isn't as straightforward as she appears. Someone clearly made sure most of her history stays hidden. What we do know is that she has a connection to the Campbell family from Dosnard and spent five years in a fake marriage with Benny Higgins. It seems she was tricked into it. There's still a lot we're working to uncover."
"Keep digging. It is indeed interesting she's tied to the Campbells," Nathan said, a short, cold laugh slipping out. His gaze hardened as he looked straight at his subordinate. "Go take your punishment. Now."
"Understood, sir!"
...
Kristine had finally pieced together the truth, but now there wasn't much she could do. She couldn't get through to Jeff, so she ended up heading to the banquet alone.
As luck would have it, she bumped into Benny and Emilee right at the entrance.
Neither of them had remembered to bring their invitation, and the security guards weren't about to make exceptions.
Both Benny and Emilee wore matching sour looks, but the guard didn't budge. "Sorry, sir, ma'am, you can't enter without an invitation."
"Do you have any idea who we are? He's the CEO of the Higgins Group, and I'm his wife! I was personally invited by Mr. Gerard Payne himself. The outfits he and his grandson are wearing tonight? All my designs! If you keep us out, do you know what kind of rumors the press will run with tomorrow? What if the company's stock price takes a hit? You're going to be the one held responsible by then!" Emilee puffed herself up, her voice loud and clear.
She was dressed to impress, layered in diamonds—her necklace alone was worth a small fortune, and the giant pink diamond on her finger had once belonged to royalty.
Watching Emilee flaunt her jewelry, Kristine couldn't help but smirk, thinking how all that sparkle only made her look gaudy. Sometimes, she mused, a lack of taste said more about a person than any headline.
With a steady hand, Kristine lifted her gown and approached the door, calm and collected.
"There's no need to hassle the security. They're only doing their job. If you don't have an invitation, step aside and let the next guest through," Kristine said, passing her own invitation to the guard. She added with a teasing smile, "Am I right?"
Tonight, Kristine was dressed in a deep green gown, its flowing skirt embroidered with vines and blossoms that made her seem almost otherworldly.
A crown of emerald-studded leaves rested lightly on her hair, the whole effect striking in its simplicity—no gaudy jewelry weighed her down.
"What's your problem? Are you just trying to steal the spotlight? Who even are you? What business is this of yours?" Emilee shot Kristine a scornful glare, her voice rising in protest.
Benny's eyes lingered on Kristine, a look of surprise and faint recognition flickering across his face.
This woman looked oddly familiar, though he couldn't quite place her.
Their spat drew a crowd of curious guests, some already whispering among themselves after spotting Kristine's elegant gown.
Kristine kept her tone even as she replied, eyes glinting with sarcasm, "It's not about me making a scene—it's about what's fair. Maybe you don't know who I am, but I know exactly who you are." Her gaze narrowed. "Although, I'm a little confused. When did Mr. Higgins swap wives without an announcement? Or are you just his new lover?"
"Who are you calling a lover? I'm—"
Emilee's retort was cut short when Benny stared at Kristine, his voice shaky with realization. "Wait... Kristine? Is that really you?"
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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.