The Billionaire's Dare: My Secret Husband
I was the "little bird" of the Carlson empire, living a comfortable but caged life under the thumb of my guardian, Francis. To the world, Christ Carlson was the cold, untouchable machine who ran the family business, a man I called "Uncle" but who treated me like a ghost in the hallway.
One drunken night in Las Vegas, desperate to finally "poke the bear" and feel alive, I leaned into his shadows and whispered a dare that would ruin me. I asked the most terrifying man I knew if he dared to marry me right then and there.
He didn't laugh. He stood up, dragged me to a tacky chapel, and forced a massive diamond onto my finger with a grip like iron. The "asexual" machine everyone feared turned into a predator the moment we reached his penthouse, claiming me with a bruising intensity that left me breathless and broken.
By morning, I was trapped in a living nightmare. Christ forced me to hide the marriage, demanding I play the part of the dutiful niece while he owned me in the shadows. He replaced my ripped clothes with thousands of dollars in designer silk, essentially buying my silence and my body in one cold transaction.
Now, I’m back at the family estate, hiding a five-carat ring on a chain under my shirt and praying Francis doesn't see the marks on my neck. I thought I was being rebellious, but I didn't realize Christ Carlson had been waiting for me to walk into his trap for years.
I am legally his, physically his, and he has no intention of ever letting me go. Every time he looks at me, I feel the cage door slamming shut, realizing I’ve traded a guardian who ignores me for a husband who wants to dismantle me piece by piece.
At breakfast, Christ pressed his shoe firmly against my inner thigh under the table, his gaze locked on mine while he discussed my future with Francis.
"I think it's time we found her a match," Christ said, his voice a lethal, calm purr.
"I was thinking of keeping her in the family."
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Chapter 4
The phone buzzed again. Bzzzt. Bzzzt. It sounded like a countdown.
Calla lunged for it, desperate to silence the noise, to hide the evidence.
Christ's hand got there first. His long fingers slammed down on the phone, pinning it to the table.
"Answer it," he said. His voice was silky, terrifyingly calm. "Speakerphone."
Calla went pale. "Please. Christ. Don't let him know."
"Why?" Christ tilted his head. "Are you ashamed of your husband?"
"It's not that! He'll... he'll be so angry. Please."
Christ ignored her. He slid his finger across the screen and tapped the speaker icon.
"Calla?" Francis's voice filled the room. It was tight, laced with panic. "Where are you? Gemma said you left with some guy last night. Are you okay?"
Calla stared at the phone, her lungs paralyzed. Christ watched her, his finger tapping a rhythm on the glass table. Tap. Tap. Tap.
"I..." Calla swallowed dryly. "I'm okay, Francis. I'm at the hotel. I just... drank too much. I fell asleep."
"Which hotel? Are you alone? Who was the guy?" Francis fired the questions like bullets.
Calla looked at Christ. He was smirking. It was a cruel, cold expression. Slowly, deliberately, he reached out. His hand slid under the table.
His fingers brushed the bare skin of her inner thigh.
Calla jumped, clapping a hand over her mouth to stifle a gasp.
"Calla?" Francis's voice sharpened. "What was that noise?"
Christ's hand moved higher. His thumb traced the sensitive skin just above her knee. He was watching her struggle, enjoying the torture.
"Nothing!" Calla said, her voice an octave too high. "It's... room service. They just brought breakfast."
Christ's eyes darkened at the lie. He picked up a silver fork and dropped it onto a ceramic plate. Clatter.
"Room service?" Francis sounded suspicious. "Is there a man in there?"
Calla grabbed Christ's wrist under the table, digging her nails in, begging him to stop. He didn't budge. He was solid rock.
"It's the TV!" she lied frantically. "I'm watching the news! It's loud!"
Francis let out a breath, a static sigh over the line. "Okay. Okay. Just... don't scare me like that, Cal. Come home. The jet is waiting. Annamarie is asking for you."
Calla flinched at the name. "Okay. I'm coming."
"Safe travels, sweet pea."
The line went dead.
Calla slumped in her chair, sweat beading on her forehead. She felt like she had just run a marathon.
Christ snatched the phone from the table. With a sudden, violent motion, he threw it against the far wall. It shattered on impact.
Calla screamed, jumping out of her chair.
"Room service?" Christ stood up, stalking around the table. He crowded her against the edge, his body radiating heat and fury.
"You'd rather lie to him than admit you belong to me?"
"It's complicated!" Calla cried, backing away until her hips hit the console table. "You know how he is! He's possessive! If he knew..."
"If he knew what?" Christ grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at him. "That he lost? That his little girl is a woman now? My woman?"
"That he would be heartbroken!" Calla blurted out.
The words hung in the air.
Christ's face went blank. The anger vanished, replaced by that terrifying, dead calm.
"Heartbroken," he repeated flatly.
He released her chin as if touching her disgusted him.
"Pack your things," he said, turning his back on her. "We're going back to New York."
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Forever Yours, Almost is a slow-burn, second-chance romance filled with family legacy, small-town secrets, emotional tension, and a love worth fighting for
7.2
Elmore Thomas rushed into the emergency room, clutching his feverish seven-year-old son, Buddy, tightly to his chest.
When the privacy curtain was pulled back, the air in Elmore's lungs vanished. The attending physician standing under the harsh lights was his wife, Kendal—the woman everyone believed had burned to death eight years ago.
But there was no tearful reunion. Kendal looked at him, and her eyes froze into impenetrable ice. She treated him like a biohazard, strictly referring to him as the family member.
Worse, she didn't recognize Buddy. She comforted their crying son with the same gentle warmth she used to reserve for Elmore, completely unaware she was soothing the baby she thought had died.
Days later, Elmore watched from the shadows as she picked up another boy outside a prep school, her left hand flashing a massive diamond engagement ring.
When his butler accidentally recognized her, Kendal shielded her new stepson with pure disgust in her eyes.
"Tell that psychopath to sign the divorce papers immediately. I have a new family now."
The words 'new family' echoed in Elmore's skull, tearing him apart. For eight years, he had lived in a hell of guilt and madness, raising their son in the shadow of her ghost. How could she just erase their past? How could she give her tender smiles to a stranger and look at him with absolute revulsion?
Standing in a luxury ballroom, Elmore squeezed his hand until his crystal champagne flute shattered, thick blood dripping onto the rug. The murderous obsession in his dark eyes returned as he called his lawyer.
"Freeze her divorce application. Use every dirty trick in the book. She isn't leaving."
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8.5
When Elena's parents die, leaving her drowning in debt, a contract marriage to billionaire Adrian Blackwell seems like salvation.
But Adrian's world holds dark secrets.
His first wife, Sophia, looked exactly like Elena. So did his father's first love, Grace. But both women died under mysterious circumstances.
And now Elena is living in Sophia's penthouse. Wearing Sophia's face. Playing Sophia's role.
As Elena uncovers twisted family obsessions, buried murders, and a decades-old genetic conspiracy, she realizes the truth: she wasn't chosen randomly. She was designed for this.
And the last woman who wore her face didn't survive.
Will Elena break the pattern-or become another ghost in Adrian's world?
9.3
Elliana sat on the cold marble floor, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Overjoyed, she went to her husband Garrett’s study to surprise him.
But the room was empty. On his iPad, she accidentally opened a muted security video from the night before. As a graphic novelist trained in facial anatomy, she easily read Garrett’s lips as he spoke to their housekeeper.
"Increase the hallucinogens and the birth control. Let her become a complete lunatic."
The truth shattered her reality. Her three years of inexplicable exhaustion and mental collapses were orchestrated to keep her away from her ex-fiancé, who was now married to Garrett’s sister, Cristina. The nightmare worsened during a horrific highway crash. As their SUV flipped and caught fire, Garrett ruthlessly abandoned a pregnant Elliana in the crushed backseat. He dragged Cristina to safety, leaving Elliana to burn. She survived, but her right hand—her drawing hand—was permanently destroyed.
Lying in the hospital with her career ruined and her intellectual property stolen by the husband who forged her signature while she was drugged, a freezing void of hatred consumed her. She was nothing but a sedated decoy to hide Garrett's twisted, incestuous obsession with his own sister.
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7.7
Alondra spent three hours making soup for her husband, only to find him at the hospital tenderly holding another woman's hand.
"I'm four weeks pregnant, Gerard," the woman said softly.
Gerard coldly handed Alondra a divorce agreement, claiming their three-year marriage was just a placeholder because this woman had once saved his life.
Heartbroken, Alondra fled in her car, only to realize her brakes had been completely disabled.
She spun out of control and crashed head-on into a massive delivery truck.
As she lay trapped in the mangled wreckage with her ribs crushed and blood filling her mouth, Gerard's black Maybach pulled up to the curb.
He stared at her dying body through the window with a completely blank expression.
He didn't call an ambulance or even open his door.
He simply rolled up his tinted window and drove away into the rain.
A raw, suffocating hatred burned in her chest, hotter than the pain in her shattered bones.
She couldn't understand how the man she had loved and served so devotedly could just coldly watch her die like a piece of trash.
Opening her eyes again, Alondra gasped for air.
She had returned to the exact morning two years ago, right before she was supposed to deliver that pathetic soup.
When Gerard walked in and threatened her with divorce, she didn't cry or beg.
"I agree. Let's divorce," she said calmly, packing her bags to reclaim her true identity as a billionaire heiress.
7.6
Aurelia Vale thought it was just an interview.
Until the most powerful Alpha in the city looked at her like she belonged to him...
-and then rejected her like she meant nothing.
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He doesn't follow fate.
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With the Alpha's heir.
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He didn't just reject his mate.
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