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 5
Benny recognized the voice right away. No wonder this woman before him looked so familiar—Kristine had lost weight, and now he realized just how striking she was.
He scowled, suspicion flaring. "How did you even get an invitation? This is a huge day for Mr. Payne and his family. There's press everywhere. If you're here to cause drama, pick another time. Kristine, don't start one of your scenes. This isn't the place."
Benny shook off his shock and quickly assumed the worst, his brows pulling together as he scolded Kristine. He was certain she had only shown up to make a scene for him and Emilee.
Emilee wasted no time stepping into the spotlight. She pressed a proud kiss to Benny's cheek before turning to Kristine, her words dripping with condescension. "Miss Holt, Benny is my husband now. If you want advice, here it is—quit chasing after men or trying to cash in on breakups. If you want to succeed, work for it. Any woman worth her salt stands on her own feet."
Before Kristine could reply, Gerard Payne, the banquet's host, hurried over to diffuse the tension.
"My apologies, everyone. There's been a misunderstanding on our part. Please, come inside and make yourselves comfortable," Gerard announced from across the hall, eager to shift attention away from the drama and avoid any unwanted headlines.
But his whole demeanor changed as soon as he spotted the gold invitation in Kristine's hand, the prominent letter "K" unmistakable. A flash of recognition lit up his face, and a genuine smile replaced his earlier worry.
"Kueen! I can't believe you actually came," Gerard said, sounding both thrilled and apologetic. "I hope there wasn't any trouble here. Did the security give you a hard time?"
He went straight to Kristine, extending a warm welcome, and then turned to the security with a stern look.
"How could you miss her? This is Kueen, the artist behind 'Soul of Spring'—her jewelry and fashion line shattered records at auction!"
Whispers of disbelief rippled through the crowd. "That's Kueen? She's so young! I always pictured her as older—maybe in her sixties. How does someone so young create such incredible designs?"
"She's absolutely gorgeous! Kueen, could I get your autograph?"
"When is the 'Soul of Earth' collection coming out? Is there any way to get on the waitlist? I'll pay double if I have to!"
Most had only heard of Kueen by reputation, so seeing Kristine step forward in person created an instant buzz. Guests pressed closer, each eager for a chance to speak with her or just catch her attention.
The scene quickly turned from elegant to electric, like a flash sale with all the usual restraint forgotten.
For a moment, Kristine felt a wave of surprise at the overwhelming excitement. Still, when she glanced over and caught both Emilee's and Benny's stunned faces, a quiet sense of satisfaction settled in.
Her reply was gracious. "Tonight is all about the Payne family. I'd hate to draw the focus from them. Soon, though, I'll be hosting my own soiree. I hope you'll all come."
Upon watching Kristine charm the crowd, Emilee's envy only grew sharper. She couldn't accept this twist—she had always seen herself as the youngest design prodigy in the room, never someone who'd be upstaged by Kristine, of all people. Kristine, who had supposedly cared only for romance, couldn't possibly be Kueen.
Emilee's patience snapped, and she raised her voice, letting her skepticism show. "Just showing up with an invitation doesn't prove a thing. Everybody knows Kueen is older—maybe in her fifties. Kristine must have stolen someone else's spot. Mr. Payne, have you even met her before? Don't let an imposter fool you and ruin your reputation."
Benny could not help but agree.
Five years with Kristine should have meant he knew her inside and out. If she really was Kueen, there was no way it would have escaped him.
The more he considered it, the quicker his admiration for Kristine's makeover faded to nothing.
He frowned, shaking his head. "Kristine, this has gone far enough. There's no point in us continuing this. If Kueen finds out you're pretending to be her, she's not going to just let it slide," said Benny, voice sharp with disapproval.
With Benny and Emilee so sure of themselves, Gerard's excitement started to die down.
He knew Kueen tended to avoid public events, and all he really had was a necklace she'd designed, which he only secured through a friend.
Sending her an invitation felt like a long shot—he never actually believed she would show up.
On top of that, Kristine looked nothing like the age that was rumored about Kueen. Was it possible... that she really was an imposter?
"I know exactly who I am, and I'm sure Mr. Payne does too. Isn't he able to confirm that for everyone?" Kristine retorted with a cold smile, her eyes on Gerard.
But Gerard faltered instead of stepping up for her.
"Forgive me, Kueen. There's some doubt in the room. Would you be able to prove who you are? We haven't met in person before, and I don't mean to challenge you, but..." said Gerard, uncertainty weighing down his words. That hesitation spoke volumes. He was just as doubtful as the others.
Kristine's expression turned stormy, her lips pressed into a thin line.
She could not believe the nerve—Gerard was the one who had sent the invitation in the first place.
Emilee crossed her arms and tossed her hair over her shoulder. "So Mr. Payne hasn't met Kueen before, but Dominick Collins has. He's Kueen's close friend and a giant in the design world. He's coming today, Kristine. You'll have your answer soon enough," she said, not bothering to hide her smugness.
Before Emilee could even finish, a dignified man with white hair stepped through the crowd.
Spotting him, Emilee hurried over, her face alight with excitement. "Mr. Collins, thank goodness you're here! There's someone pretending to be Kueen, and you're the only one who can clear this up!"
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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.