
Secret Marriage to a Billionaire
By a twist of fate, they got married.
Before marriage, she thought he was just an Ordinary man, only to realize after marriage that he is a decisive, cold-blooded Vampire gaming genius with billions of assets with hidden secrets.
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Chapter 1
Z-Ford City
Lord Letters Bar
The noise in the bar was deafening, the air thick with the beat. Lights flashed in a dizzying rainbow as guys and girls packed the dance floor, moving and grinding, letting all their inhibitions go.
A figure weaved through the crowd, wearing a white T-shirt and light blue jeans, her hair tied in a simple ponytail. She looked like she was in her early twenties, more like a college student.
Her name was Renee Avery, and she was almost overwhelmed by the noise as soon as she walked in.
With an air of innocence still clinging to her, she was clearly, painfully out of place.
It was her first time in such a place, and it took her several minutes to get used to it.
Just yesterday at this time, she had used an ovulation test strip and found out she would be ovulating in the next 24-48 hours, which meant now!
Yes, she had come to this place today to have a baby.
She knew the "old man" at home certainly couldn't get her pregnant. Besides, he had left her for an entire year, so she had to find someone else to have a child.
While this pregnancy was a matter of necessity, not desire, no mother wants her child to be plain. And so, she had to look at the right target.
Renee bit her lower lip, her almond-shaped eyes scanning every man around her. Then, a man sitting at the bar caught her eye.
Because he was sitting sideways, Rene could only see his profile.
But just that profile was enough to make Rene's heart flutter!
He had a strikingly sculpted face, with a high-bridged nose and thin lips. His long eyelashes cast a faint shadow beneath his eyes, giving him an almost ethereal look. He looked like he might be of mixed heritage.
A sapphire blue earring in his left ear sparkled brilliantly under the light, captivating anyone who glanced at it.
Renee took a deep breath, feeling as if her heart might leap out of her chest. It was her first time doing something like this, and she couldn't help but feel nervous.
Mimicking the way upperclassmen at school would flirt with younger students, she lightly tapped the man's shoulder. "Hi!"
The man turned to face her. If his profile had been enough to stop her heart, seeing him head-on was simply lethal. He was handsome to an incurable degree.
And his eyes, a pair of pale blue were utterly mesmerising.
Renee was so absorbed in admiring his good looks that she momentarily froze.
"Why are you late?!" The man sounded both anxious and annoyed. He stood up abruptly, grabbed Renee's wrist, and started walking out. Renee had no idea what was happening!
All she knew was that the man's grip was incredibly strong, almost breaking under the pressure.
The man led her directly to the neighbouring hotel, seemingly well-prepared. He headed straight to the presidential suite on the third floor, swiping a key card to open the door in one smooth motion.
As soon as they entered, the man pulled off his white T-shirt, revealing his honey-toned chest.
Renee Avery gasped. This man's physique was incredible! His broad chest, perfectly defined muscles, and not an ounce of excess fat, all of it was flawless. His body was as enchanting as his face, especially with those tempting abs.
This man wasn't just a pretty face; his entire being was a work of art!
She almost had a nosebleed!
The man had taken off his T-shirt and was now unbuckling his belt. Julia Avery's eyes widened as she realised she was about to see more than she bargained for. She quickly stepped forward and grabbed his hand, stopping him from going any further. "Wait a minute!"
The man raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes looking down at her." What's the matter?"
"Isn't this a bit too fast ?" Renee's cheeks flushed as she gave an awkward smile.
"Fast? Too fast?" The man looked her over. Her delicate face was tinged with a rosy blush, and the more he looked at her, the more embarrassed she became, quickly averting her gaze.
"Oh, I forgot. We should probably start with some foreplay," the man said, dropping his hand from his belt and walking into the bedroom. "Say what you want."
He turned on the bedroom light, and Renee timidly followed him inside. It was only then, in the quiet of the room, that the man began to truly observe Renee.
She had a classic oval face, a little slender with a pointed chin and a touch of natural baby fat on her cheeks, adding to her charm. Cute, delicate, the kind of person who was simply pleasant to look at. Under her arched eyebrows were a pair of clear, limpid eyes, like polished obsidian, sparkling with an enchanting light.
Her long, fluttering eyelashes were incredibly captivating. It was just... wasn't her chest a little on the small side? It was the man's first time, too, but that hardly meant he was clueless. He'd listened to that loudmouth Lionel Gonzalez on about women often enough. He might not have direct experience, but he certainly knew the theory. He knew some of the evaluation criteria for women who were going to get involved with a man!
"That rascal Lionel Mendez, he promised to find a top-notch, but it looks like he kept the best for himself!" the man muttered.
"Huh? What did you say?" Renee hadn't caught what he mumbled.
"Never mind. Weren't you trying to flirt? Why are you just standing there? Say something! The man's voice was commanding, exuding an air of superiority.
Perhaps he had every right to be that way.
His name was Kenneth Butler.
In Yorkshire City, this name was well-known to many. He was the founder and current CEO of Obsidian Empire, a dominant figure who held immense power and influence.
The legendary Kenneth Butler was a genius gamer who built his empire from the ground up through games. The games he created almost monopolised the entire market. Later, Obsidian Empire rapidly expanded, branching out from gaming into various industries, which significantly boosted Kenneth's wealth.
At just twenty-six years old, he was one of the wealthiest individuals not only in the country but also internationally. However, he never appeared in public, and no one had ever seen him.
Renee swallowed hard. "Um, I have just one request today."
"Speak!" Kenneth Butler sounded a bit impatient.
"Don't use a condom."
Hearing this, Kenneth Butler's jaw nearly dropped to the floor! Lionel had been very clear about this: he must use a condom!
For one thing, given his special status, it would be a nightmare if an accidental pregnancy occurred. For another, you never know about the kind of women who hang around in places like this; a lot of them aren't exactly clean. Catching some kind of disease would be a disaster.
"Because..." Renee hesitated. She didn't want to reveal her plan to have a baby. She just wanted to get pregnant quietly, without any complications.
"If you don't tell me, I won't touch you today!" Kenneth Butler's gaze turned icy. Renee really didn't want to miss this opportunity. Where else could she find such good genes if she let this slip away?
She took a deep breath and decided to go for it. "Because I want to have a baby!" Kenneth Butler was stunned once again. This woman looked barely in her twenties, and she wanted to have a baby? Was she out of her mind?
"Why?"
"Don't worry! I won't bother you at all! I'll raise the child myself! It won't have anything to do with you!" Renee quickly promised, her voice full of determination.
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7.6
Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom.
To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation.
They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her.
"Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces."
Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm.
She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night.
Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass.
She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage.
She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her.
Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York.
"Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!"
To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.

8.4
Cari Butler woke up in a damp, smelly dorm room, realizing she had transmigrated into the body of a disgraced fake daughter who had just been kicked out of a wealthy family.
Before she could even process her reality, the real daughter's friends kicked her door open to mock her, flaunting a custom Tiffany necklace that supposedly cost a mere eighty cents.
Cari thought they were crazy, until she saw the news: a top Manhattan mansion had just sold for a record-breaking $3,500.
The entire world's currency value had shrunk by ten thousand times!
This meant the original owner's bank balance of $854,000 gave Cari the purchasing power of eight and a half billion dollars.
But a mysterious system froze her funds, forcing her to work demeaning gig jobs to unlock the money bit by bit.
While working as a hotel server for twenty cents a day, she caught her ex-boyfriend kissing up to the real daughter, mocking Cari for being a desperate beggar.
Even her snobby roommates laughed at her, claiming she couldn't afford a ten-cent iPhone.
What truly angered Cari wasn't the humiliation, but receiving a five-cent transfer from her poor biological brother, who was starving himself just to keep her fed.
Yet, the system strictly forbade her from giving her unlocked billions directly to her family.
Looking at the restrictive system and the arrogant elites who thought they owned the city, Cari's eyes turned icy cold.
"If I can't just hand them the cash,"
Cari sneered, pulling out her phone to outright buy the luxury hotel and fire everyone who wronged her.
"Then I will just buy the entire world and place it at their feet."

9.6
Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister.
She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot.
Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal.
"If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life."
Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway.
She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her.
They signed the papers at City Hall that same day.
But the nightmare didn't end.
That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary.
Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately.
They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment.
She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company.
She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.

9.2
Nica caught her boyfriend, Chris, and her best friend, Ella, in a shocking betrayal. Chris was kissing Ella while caressing her close, and Ella only smirked at Nica as if she had won. Nica got pissed off and swore she would not let their betrayal go unpunished. What happens next? Read the story and find out for yourself.

7.8
I was forty-eight hours into my shift, smelling of stale sweat and clutching a red-stamped bill for my mother's life support. As a scholarship intern, I was a ghost in the hospital, working myself to the bone just to keep her ventilator humming.
Then Dr. Thorne shoved a metal clipboard into my chest and ordered me to perform a surgical prep on a VIP patient for a circumcision. But the moment the cold betadine touched the man's skin, he lunged at me like a predator, his hand crushing my wrist until the bone nearly snapped.
"I'm here for a kidney stone. What kind of incompetent butcher shop is this?"
He wasn't a patient; he was Conrad Marks, a lethal billionaire, and Thorne had intentionally set me up to assault him. Within minutes, a five-million-dollar lawsuit was filed, and the Dean ordered security to shred my license and throw me out of the building.
My phone buzzed with a final notice: the facility was stopping my mother's meds at midnight because my payment had failed. I was a doctor who had just been framed and a daughter about to watch her mother die.
I didn't understand why Thorne would ruin me so casually, but with my mother's life on the line, I had nothing left to lose.
I slipped past the guards and back into the billionaire's suite with a set of silver needles and a desperate bargain. I stopped his agony in seconds, and when he looked at me with those cold, lethal eyes, I offered a trade: I would be the fake girlfriend his family demanded if he would save my mother and bury the lawsuit.
"Deal," he said, his grip on my waist tightening with dark possession.
I signed the contract, realizing I hadn't just saved my career-I had sold my soul to the most dangerous man in New York.

7.9
Erin woke up in her luxurious Fifth Avenue penthouse, three days after returning from the cold, sterile psychiatric hospital where her husband had locked her away.
On the night of their third anniversary, Crockett Winters came home smelling of his mistress's perfume, expecting his docile wife to serve him.
Instead of playing the obedient fool, Erin calmly exposed the million-dollar diamonds he had just bought for his lover.
Furious at her sudden defiance, Crockett tried to physically intimidate her, pinning her against a wall to reassert his dominance.
When his aggression failed, he threw a brutal divorce agreement on the table.
"Sign it, and you walk away with nothing. You can't survive without me, and you know it."
He sneered, convinced the ironclad prenup would terrify her. He thought her rebellion was just a pathetic, jealous tantrum, a desperate play for his attention while he continued to pamper his mistress.
He truly believed she was just a beautiful canary who would eventually crawl back to her gilded cage in tears.
But Erin didn't cry, and she didn't sign the papers.
Instead, she locked him out of the master suite and pulled out his unlimited Centurion card.
In a single night, she calmly spent ninety million dollars of his money to buy up prime real estate and hidden assets, taking the first step to build an empire that would completely destroy him.