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 6
Dominick wove his way through the guests, his expression unreadable and every step measured.
Years of Emilee's study under him had turned admiration into something like hero worship.
She did not hesitate to link her arm through his, her voice rising with a false sense of intimacy. "She's the one causing trouble, claiming to be Kueen herself. You need to step in now and set things straight."
Dominick's hand slipped out of her grasp, and he quickly put space between them, giving her a cold, silent message.
Emilee blinked, completely thrown off. "What are you doing, Mr. Collins?"
"Enough with the dramatics. Kristine Holt—yes, the young woman right here—is Kueen. I trust there won't be any more wild speculation?"
Dominick announced it so plainly that the impact hit everyone at once.
Emilee and Benny looked like their worlds had just flipped upside down.
With the tension lingering in the air, Dominick joined Kristine's side and gave her a sly smile.
He leaned closer and lowered his voice just enough for her to hear. "You've kept everyone waiting, Kueen. When are you finally going to launch your 'Soul of Earth' series? If you keep disappearing, people will start to forget you. Maybe if you weren't so private, no one would be second-guessing who you are right now."
Kristine's eyes widened as she realized Dominick had witnessed the scene, her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
"Fair enough, Dom. I'll clear everything up in public—let the whole world know I'm Kueen, and you'll have to stand by me, alright? If they still doubt me, I'm afraid I'll have to show them the back end of my studio's website as proof," said Kristine, her tone light and teasing.
That simple exchange between her and Dominick radiated a comfort and authenticity Emilee could never fake.
Whispers spread among the onlookers as the truth finally settled. There was no room left for denial—Kristine was Kueen.
All at once, Emilee, Benny, and Gerard realized how foolish they looked, their faces draining of color as embarrassment took over.
Resentment simmered in Emilee and Benny as they stood side by side, their faces burning with humiliation.
The realization that Kristine had been Kueen all along cut deeper than either expected.
They believed Kristine had clearly let everyone underestimate her on purpose, only to outsmart them when it mattered most.
From every corner of the room, admiration for Kristine started up once again.
Guests whispered about her incredible skill and the long list of achievements attached to her name. Meanwhile, the mockery Emilee had aimed at Kristine's supposed lack of direction had backfired, turning Emilee into the punchline.
"Can you believe Kristine is actually Kueen? Emilee's little trophy from that minor design contest is nothing compared to Kueen's legacy."
"That's right. Kristine's net worth even rivals Benny's, and yet Emilee accused her of clinging to him for financial reasons. Looks to me like Benny and Emilee were plotting together against Kristine the whole time."
A wave of regret swept over Gerard as he rushed to make amends.
"Please forgive me, Kueen. I honestly didn't mean to doubt you before. I failed to recognize your brilliance, and I hope you'll accept my apology."
He shrugged off the suit jacket Emilee had created, tossing it onto the floor as though it were something distasteful.
"Ms. Hewitt, your lies nearly made a fool out of me. And Mr. Higgins, you went so far as to accuse a woman who stood by your side for years. I can't keep either of you here. I'll have to ask you both to leave."
With little patience left, Gerard wasted no time in showing them the door.
Stripped of their pride, Emilee and Benny exchanged uneasy glances, both realizing it was pointless to argue.
With nothing left to salvage, they turned to go.
Kristine's voice rang out, halting them in their tracks. "Hold on," she called, an amused glint in her eyes. "Don't you think it's about time you both offered a proper apology? And Benny, you still owe me that ten million from your little marriage scam. Planning to run away from that too?"
Whispers rippled through the crowd as people turned on Emilee and Benny, their voices rising again in open accusation.
Pride crumbled for the two as the realization of their downfall truly set in.
A storm of emotion crossed Emilee's face. "Fine! Is that what you want? Sorry!" she yelled, tears slipping down her cheeks as she ran out of the place.
Benny kept his gaze on the floor. "Sorry," he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
With a defeated sigh, he ordered his secretary to take care of the ten million transfer, and then left in silence, completely gutted.
Every moment from that day replayed in Benny's mind.
For years, he had dismissed Kristine, never imagining she was in fact someone way out of his league.
Now he had no choice but to see her in a different light, and regret gnawed at him.
A wave of satisfaction washed over Kristine. She got her apology and the money, so it made no difference whether their regret was real.
This was exactly why she showed up tonight.
The moment she saw an opening, Kristine excused herself and headed straight for Rose Manor, not sparing a single thought for Gerard.
"Miss Holt, I've looked everywhere, but Nathan Spencer is nowhere to be found. It's like he vanished into thin air," Pamela said, intercepting her as soon as she walked in, anxiety plain on her face.
Even after putting in her best effort, Pamela had come up empty, so the moment Kristine walked through the door, she reported the failure, voice laced with apology.
Irritation flickered across Kristine's face just as her phone started ringing.
Her grandfather's name appeared on the screen.
With a heavy sigh, she held the phone as far as she could before answering.
Right on cue, Neal Campbell's booming voice echoed through the speaker. "Kristine, I've set up a perfect marriage alliance for you. You need to come back at once!"
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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.