The Billionaire's Debt.
She saved a dying boy and forgot his face. He survived and memorized hers.
For a decade, Rob Stark was a shadow. He was the anonymous donor at her mother's funeral. He was the silent investor who saved her career. He was the reason every man she ever dated disappeared without a trace.
Chloe Bishop thought it was fate. But fate doesn't break into your house and leave a marriage license on your pillow.
"You tried to escape me three times, Chloe. There won't be a fourth."
The man she saved didn't grow up to be a hero. He grew up to be her captor.
Chapters
Share
Chapter 3
Chloe Bishop had no intention of hiding her motives, so she spoke with total frankness. "The Chloe Bishop sitting in front of you is no longer the wealthy heiress of the Bishop Group. Today, I have nothing—no money, no connections, and no one to back me up. You, Rob Stark, have everything. I need to borrow the status of being your fiancée to take back what belongs to me."
As these blunt truths tumbled out of her mouth, a flicker of complexity finally crossed Rob Stark’s usually expressionless face. His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
If he remembered correctly, Chloe Bishop had once been the golden child of the Bishop Family, showered with affection. How had she fallen so far in just fifteen years? What exactly had happened to her?
"You don't need to worry about me refusing to break off the engagement later," Chloe added, seeing his silence. "The agreement clearly states that after one year, you will be the one to initiate the breakup. One year is all I need. I won't occupy the position of your fiancée forever."
Rob Stark remained silent, his indifferent eyes fixed on her. This woman was a stranger compared to the girl in his memories. He didn't know what her personality had been like as a child, but he was certain it wasn't this.
Behind her gaze lay a hidden, fragile helplessness. She looked at him with a glimmer of hope—as if he were her last lifeline—though she likely didn't even realize it. It gave Rob the unsettling feeling that if he rejected her, she would truly have nowhere left to turn.
As the silence stretched on, Chloe’s small hands involuntarily balled into fists. She had arrived with a head full of prepared arguments, but facing Mr. Stark now, she had completely forgotten her script.
Minutes ticked by. The massive CEO’s office became so quiet you could hear a pin drop. In this silent standoff, Chloe was the first to break. She took a deep breath and slowly stood up.
"I’m sorry. I’ve put you in a difficult position."
As much as she wanted him to agree, she wasn't the type to force someone. It made sense; probably no man would willingly agree to such a strange arrangement.
"It’s not a difficult position."
Rob Stark’s voice finally cut through the silence, making Chloe freeze just as she was about to leave.
"You..." Chloe wasn't sure what those words meant. Was he agreeing or refusing?
Rob raised a hand, his long fingers tapping the arm of the chair. "Sit."
Chloe sat back down, her ears practically ringing as she waited for his final answer.
Rob picked up her engagement agreement again. Under her watchful eyes, he fed the thick stack of papers—all a dozen or so pages—into the paper shredder. He watched calmly as the document was reduced to strips.
Chloe’s heart sank to the bottom of the ocean. Failure. That was his answer.
Her fists tightened as she fought to keep her emotions in check. She told herself it was okay; hadn't she expected this outcome before she even walked in? If this path was blocked, she’d just find another. She hadn't died in that asylum; surely she could find a way to survive now that she was out.
Comforting herself with these thoughts, Chloe calmed down and accepted the blow. She stood up once more and turned toward the door.
"Let’s get married."
Chloe’s hand was already on the doorknob. Just as she was about to pull the heavy office door open, Rob Stark dropped those three words like a bomb behind her.
Let’s get married!
Chloe gasped for air. He had rejected her fake engagement, only to suggest marriage? Did she hear him wrong, or had Rob Stark lost his mind?
Realizing both were unlikely—especially the latter—Chloe turned back to face him, her voice trembling with uncertainty.
"A... fake marriage?"
You may also like
8.9
Betrayed by the people she trusted most, Ava Lin's perfect life shatters overnight. From losing her mother under mysterious circumstances to being tormented by her stepmother and stepsister, Ava learns early that love in her world comes at a price. But nothing prepares her for the ultimate betrayal,catching her fiancé in bed with her own sister just weeks before their wedding.
Humiliated and heartbroken, Ava makes a reckless decision that changes everything: a contract marriage to a stranger. What she doesn't know is that her new husband is Elias Ward,a powerful, cold-hearted billionaire with secrets of his own.
Thrown into a world of wealth, power, and hidden enemies, Ava finds herself entangled in a dangerous game of revenge, lies, and unexpected passion. As she rises from the ashes of betrayal, those who once destroyed her will stop at nothing to bring her down even if it means exposing deadly secrets buried in her past.
But when love begins to bloom in the most unexpected place, Ava must decide,will she continue fighting for revenge, or risk everything for a second chance at love?
In a story filled with scandal, heartbreak, and justice, one woman's pain becomes her greatest strength... and her ultimate weapon.
8.4
Carissa's son was dying in the ICU, and the bone marrow match had just failed.
The billionaire father, Guilford Gates, cornered her with a cruel ultimatum: naturally conceive a "savior sibling" to save their son. But what shocked Carissa more was his family's sudden accusation that she had heartlessly sold her baby to them three years ago.
"You sold your own flesh and blood to us for five million dollars, so your body belongs to the Gates family."
She was dragged into their gilded estate, treated like a filthy, rented womb. Guilford's new fiancée mocked her, the matriarch humiliated her, and Guilford looked at her with pure disgust. When she desperately tried to feed her sick son and accidentally made him vomit, Guilford violently shoved her away and banned her from the room.
Carissa was devastated and entirely confused. She had never seen a single cent of that five million. Driven by a desperate need for the truth, she investigated and uncovered a horrifying reality: her own father and stepmother had secretly trafficked her baby to the billionaire behind her back, leaving her to bear the ultimate blame.
Looking at the bank transfer record bought with her son's life, the last shred of Carissa's vulnerability died.
She signed the conception contract without asking for a single penny. She was going to use the Gates family's immense power to destroy the blood relatives who sold her, and she would survive this hell to take back her son.
9.7
For three years, I played the role of a devoted, naive wife to billionaire Conrad Whitney. I hid my true identity and foolishly believed in our fairy tale.
Then he handed me a harsh divorce agreement, ordering me to sign and walk away with absolutely nothing. He was leaving me to marry Cindy, the fragile woman he claimed had saved him from a fire.
He expected me to cry and beg. Instead, he watched coldly as Cindy and her family illegally transferred my father's trust fund. When I confronted them at the hospital, Conrad shielded her, calling me a greedy, toxic viper. He mocked me, completely blind to the fact that Cindy was a fraud. He truly believed I was just a pathetic, useless housewife who would be utterly destroyed without his money and status.
I looked at the man I had actually dragged out of that burning debris with my own soot-covered hands. My trauma, my sacrifices, and my love had all been reduced to a joke by his sheer arrogance and a few fake tears from a manipulative liar.
I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, drugged his wine, and left a crumpled one-dollar bill on his unconscious chest with a sticky note mocking his terrible service.
Then, I picked up my encrypted phone. It was time for the world's top surgeon, Dr. Hades, to return, and for Conrad to finally see the god he had just thrown away.
8.7
I was pregnant with the future heir of the Blackwood Pack, but my fated mate, Alpha Gavin, was nowhere to be found when sharp, tearing agony ripped through my swollen belly.
Instead of rushing to my side, he was in a luxury penthouse with his mistress, Piper.
When I desperately called his human number for help, it was Piper who answered the phone.
"I'm Piper. His future Luna."
Minutes later, I received a leaked audio file of Gavin promising to formally reject me the moment our pup was born.
Before the heartbreak could even set in, my armored SUV was violently rammed off the road by a massive truck.
It wasn't an accident. It was a targeted hit paid for by Piper's pack.
I woke up in the clinic with an empty womb. My pup was dead.
Gavin didn't even show up. He just mind-linked the butler to say he was "too busy" to deal with my loss.
He let his mistress murder our child and treated me like disposable trash, assuming my grief would make me a weak, compliant victim.
He thought he could just bury my trauma and move on with his perfect new life.
He was wrong.
I faked my own death in a fiery crash, leaving him with nothing but my signed rejection papers and the bloody receipt proving his mistress hired the killers.
Now, armed with a new identity and untraceable wealth, I am stepping out of the shadows.
I am going to bankrupt their packs from the inside out and make my former Alpha watch his empire burn.
7.6
For three years, I played the perfect, docile wife to Brendon Jimenez, desperate for the real family I never had as an orphan.
But during a high-society gala, I peeked through a cracked door and caught him sleeping with my best friend.
When I packed my cheap canvas bag to leave the penthouse, my mother-in-law blocked the door.
She dumped my clothes on the marble floor, called me a stray dog, and slapped me so hard my mouth bled.
Brendon just stood there, watching his mother humiliate me.
To keep me trapped as his perfect public prop, he even faked his mother's heart attack in a VIP hospital suite.
"Get on your knees. Kneel down right now and beg my mother for forgiveness until she decides to accept it."
I gave them my youth and unconditional loyalty, only to realize this prestigious old-money family was nothing but a rotting corpse built on dirty secrets.
I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't drop to my knees.
Instead, I pulled out my phone right in front of him and called my lawyer.
"File for an at-fault divorce. I have proof of his infidelity with Kaelynn Hudson. I want him ruined."
Then, I touched the matte black card hidden deep in my clutch.
It belonged to Kile Barrett, the ruthless billionaire shark my husband feared most, and I was going to use him to tear the Jimenez family apart.
9.3
For three years, Dara endured endless humiliation to be the perfect wife to billionaire Donavon Monroe.
But on their third anniversary, which was also her birthday, Donavon coldly threw divorce papers on the dining table.
He wanted her gone for his returning childhood sweetheart, completely ignoring the blistering burn on Dara's hand—a cruel injury intentionally caused by his brother just hours ago.
When Dara tearfully reminded him how she had bled and almost died to save his life three years ago, Donavon looked at her with pure disgust.
"I have zero interest in looking at the ugly scars you picked up in whatever slum you crawled out of."
He accused her of fabricating a savior complex just to secure a ring, perfectly content to let his mother and brother treat her like a glorified maid.
Dara's heart completely shattered.
She had sacrificed her life and dignity for a ruthless capitalist who viewed her as nothing but disposable trash.
With her last shred of pride, she signed the papers, ready to leave this suffocating nightmare forever.
But that night, a freak lightning storm struck the estate.
When Dara opened her eyes the next morning, she felt incredibly heavy and her center of gravity was completely wrong.
She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror.
They had swapped bodies.
Now, she held the absolute power of the Monroe empire, and Donavon was finally going to experience his family's vicious abuse firsthand.