The Billionaire's Bride Has A Secret
I took a blade for my husband, Marco, five years ago. It saved his life, but the wound to my stomach cost me the ability to give him an heir. He swore it didn't matter. "I only need you," he had whispered.
Today, he brought home my replacement. He called her a "surrogate," a university student named Bianca who was meant to secure his family's bloodline. But that night, I found them tangled in our guest bed.
I stood in the doorway, a ghost in my own home, and listened to him praise her.
"You're so pure," he whispered. "Lia... she's so frigid."
The betrayal was a second blade twisting in my old scar. His affair became blatant. He showered her with gifts and forgot my birthday. When she coveted the heirloom pendant my dying mother gave me, he ripped it from my neck and gave it to her.
"It's a worthless trinket," he scoffed.
That night, she tried to run me over with his Aston Martin. He arrived to find me bleeding in the driveway, and he didn't even ask if I was okay. He just looked at me with disgust, believing her lies instantly.
"What the hell have you done now?" he bellowed. "You're not dead, are you?"
I laughed then, a hollow, chilling sound. I picked up my suitcase, turned my back on the ruins of my marriage, and made a single phone call.
"Dante," I said to my brother, the Don of the Romano family. "It's done. Cut them off."
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Chapter 3
Alessia's POV:
I sat on the floor for what felt like hours, my fingers tracing the cold, shattered jade.
It was impossible; the breaks were too clean, the fragments too small. It was as broken as Marco's oath to my dying mother-an oath to protect me, to cherish me, always.
The memory mocked me, a bitter echo in the vast, silent room.
I remembered giving up my acceptance to a prestigious design school in Milan, all to be his wife. I remembered my brother Dante's warning.
"He's from a lesser house, Lia. His ambition will be a hungry beast.
Be careful it doesn't devour you."
I hadn't listened. I'd been blinded by the man he was then-or rather, the man I thought he was.
The one who brought me sunflowers because he knew they were my favorite, the one who held me all night after my mother passed. That man was gone, corrupted by power and the desperate need for an heir.
After the last remnants of my old life had been packed and sent away, I packed a single suitcase for myself.
That evening, Marco returned.
He wasn't alone. Two of his armed guards flanked him, their presence a stark reminder of his new status, and he carried several large, velvet-wrapped boxes from the city's most expensive jeweler.
A young maid, seeing the boxes, smiled at me.
"Mr. Bellini, you've brought such lovely gifts for the missus."
Marco didn't spare me a glance.
"They're for Bianca," he corrected her, his voice cold.
A laugh, devoid of any warmth, escaped my lips.
"You're so good to her."
"It's to make up for the harm you caused," he shot back, his jaw tight with barely suppressed fury.
"And for your information, the baby is fine. No thanks to you."
He set the boxes down, then crossed his arms, his posture radiating accusation.
"Why are you targeting her, Lia? What do you hope to achieve?"
I looked at him, truly looked at him, and saw only a fool.
"And you?" I challenged, my voice dangerously soft. "Do you truly believe a woman like that will just hand over your son for a paycheck and walk away?"
"I'll set her up in a house," he promised, as if that simple declaration solved everything.
"I'll provide for her. She won't want for anything."
He made it clear, without needing to say the words, that he had no intention of cutting ties.
The realization suffocated me: he wanted it all. A wife at his side for appearances, and a mistress with a bastard son on the side.
The perfect Bellini dynasty.
"Do as you wish," I said, my voice hollow, utterly devoid of emotion.
There was nothing left to fight for.
He seemed to interpret my surrender as a victory.
"Good. I'm going to pick Bianca up from her friend's house.
I've arranged a driver to take you to the Coashire Hotel charity auction tonight. They have a jade piece I think you'll like.
I'll buy it for you as a replacement."
He truly believed he could replace my mother's legacy with a mere price tag.
I turned to the maid, my gaze steady.
"Please have all these new boxes delivered to Miss Sugden's room."
Then, I met my own eyes in the ornate mirror, a stranger looking back at me.
"And Maria," I said, my voice now a shard of ice, cutting through the silence.
"Find me a gown. I'm going to the auction."
My heart was no longer breaking; it had hardened into a stone.
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8.8
I woke up in a penthouse suite at the Pierre with a hangover from hell and a naked man who looked like he'd been carved from marble. Thinking he was a high-end escort I couldn't afford, I left my last hundred dollars and a petty note on the nightstand.
"Service was acceptable. Keep the change."
But when I rushed home to check on my dying father, I found the locks changed and my boyfriend, Chad, draped over my stepsister on the landing. My stepmother, Meredith, didn't even look up from her coffee as she handed me a legal folder.
She told me to sign away my inheritance or she'd stop paying for my father's life support. The hospital called seconds later, demanding fifty thousand dollars by the end of the day, or they'd pull the plug.
Meredith had already arranged my "payment": a dinner with Boris Gorsky, a predator who collected young women like trophies. I was being sold to a monster to keep my father alive, standing in a thrift-store dress while my family laughed at my ruin.
I didn't understand how my life had collapsed in twelve hours, or how my own blood could put a price tag on a man's life. I sat at that restaurant trembling, waiting for the man who would buy my soul.
Then the man from the hotel walked in. It wasn't Gorsky; it was August Sanders, the billionaire CEO of a media empire, and he was holding my hundred-dollar bill.
He didn't want an apology; he wanted a contract wife for a year. He slid a confirmation for a five-hundred-thousand-dollar hospital deposit across the table and handed me a fountain pen.
"Welcome to the firm, Mrs. Sanders."
I signed the paper with a shaking hand, knowing I was trading my freedom for my father's life. But as August handed me his black card, I realized I finally had the weapon I needed to destroy the people who thought I was nothing.
8.1
Lila Hart never meant to fall for her boss. Especially not Aiden Blackwood-the cold, untouchable billionaire who trusts no one. But long nights, stolen glances, and a connection neither can ignore pull them into a dangerous, forbidden romance.
When Lila discovers her estranged father was the man accused of betraying Aiden's company years ago, everything shatters. Aiden feels lied to. Lila feels broken. And the truth feels impossible.
Until a darker secret comes out-her father was innocent, and the real traitor is the woman determined to destroy them both.
Now Lila and Aiden must fight for love in a world built on lies... before it's too late.
7.2
After a one night stand with the woman whose house Jason broke into, his life has never been the same. Like a siren's call, he can't get the nymphomaniac woman off his mind. Weeks later, while getting intel for the crew's next heist, Jason lays eyes upon the woman and follows her into a secret strip club. She appears to lead a double life. One where she's the CEO of a multimillion company and her father's golden child. The other side of her life is that she owns a strip club and is extremely erotic. Can Jason learn to live with her as she is? Will he put his pride aside to be with the woman? ... especially when his crew is hired to kidnap a woman who turns out to be the love of his life.
8.2
My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom.
7.1
My husband, tech billionaire Amir Carter, was a god in Chicago. For five years, he was the perfect husband, and I, a pediatric doctor, believed I had finally tamed the infamous playboy.
But when my brother Keon needed an urgent heart transplant, everything fell apart. The donor Amir found was a young singer-exactly his type.
On the day of the surgery, as my brother was dying, I found my husband comforting her.
"Don't pressure her, Blake," he said. "She's delicate."
Then the call came. My brother was dead. Amir didn't even notice, annoyed that I was stressing out his new project.
He pushed me down a flight of stairs, crashed his car into my taxi to protect her, and gave her the last gift my brother ever made for me.
He saw me bleeding on the floor and walked right past, his only concern for the woman who let my brother die. My fairy tale was a lie. I was just another one of his seasonal projects, now completed and discarded.
He took everything from me. So I signed the divorce papers, refused his millions, and vanished. Now, he's left alone with the truth: he killed my brother, and he didn't even know it.
7.2
"Be my contracted boyfriend for two years, and I'll grant you three wishes."
What happens when Aurora Everly the billionaire heiress and co-CEO of Everly Elite Enterprise, who is used to getting what she wants until her father demands she marry a man twice her age for the sake of their company's future, desperate for an escape, she finds herself in a roadside convenience store, drunk and reckless she makes an outrageous proposal to a total stranger.
Theo Winslow a struggling graduate looking for a means to pay off his family's debt but never expected a night shift at his parent's store to change his life. After three failed job interviews, he is out of options until Aurora stumbles in and offers him a deal that seems too good to be true.
But with Theo's heart set on another and Aurora's strict and scary father standing in their way, will the reckless contract still stand? And even worse...can the world accept her BOYFRIEND FROM THE STORE.