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.
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Chapter 4
"Marriage is not a game. I never treat my own marriage as something fake," Rob Stark said indifferently. His tone was as casual as if he were simply remarking that the weather was nice.
Chloe Bishop felt that if the situation weren't so serious, she might have laughed out loud. Hearing the words "marriage is not a game" come out of Rob Stark's mouth made the whole situation feel like an absolute joke.
How many times had they actually met? Chloe counted on her fingers—she didn't even need one hand. From the first time she met him when she was seven until now, they had met exactly three times in eighteen years. Aside from their names, they knew nothing about each other. You want to marry a stranger and claim marriage isn't a game? Are you sure you're not kidding?
"Rob Stark, did you take your medicine today?" Chloe blurted out before she could stop herself.
Rob Stark: "..."
He pressed a finger to his temple to soothe a mounting headache. With a rare display of patience, he said, "You need a backer. Marrying me is much safer than a fake engagement. If we marry, you become my wife. In New York, you can walk with your head held high, and no one will dare touch you."
"Why would I want to walk like that? I’m not a bully," Chloe shot back, her mouth once again moving faster than her brain.
Rob Stark: "..."
This time, his temple visibly twitched. He couldn't quite keep his composure.
Of course, the moment the words left her mouth, Chloe regretted them. She bit her lip, desperately wanting to slap herself. Why can't you just keep your mouth shut!
Seeing Rob's face darken, Chloe felt even worse. Just as she was trying to think of a way to salvage the conversation, a knock came from the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
The three soft raps felt like they were pounding against Chloe’s heart, making her jump.
"Come in," Rob said, his face still grim.
An assistant twisted the handle and entered. Before even stepping fully into the room, he felt the icy tension in the air. He stole a glance at Mr. Stark, noticed his dark expression, and immediately became more cautious.
"Mr. Stark," he reminded him carefully, "the car is ready. You need to head to the airport now."
Rob gave a low grunt of affirmation. He stood up, scribbled a string of numbers on a sticky note, tore it off, and walked toward Chloe.
As he approached, Chloe realized just how tall he truly was. Standing at nearly 6'1", his physical presence felt like a heavy weight pressing down on her. His perfectly tailored suit accentuated his physique; he looked like a walking mannequin.
"Take this," Rob said, pausing beside her. As he moved his hand, the diamond cufflink at his wrist caught the light, making Chloe squint. "I’ll be on a business trip for a week. Give me a call when you’ve made up your mind."
Chloe took the note as if possessed, clutching it tightly in her hand.
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When Jake Tully dragged his exhausted body home from the law firm, he found Chloe Bishop snuggled comfortably on the sofa. Between her slender fingers, she held one of his brand-new crystal wine glasses, filled with the vintage red wine he had been saving for a special occasion. The bottle on the table was already half empty.
Jake’s heart ached at the sight of his lost treasure.
"Chloe Bishop, you better have a good reason for drinking my wine. If this isn't for a celebration, I’m throwing you off the balcony," Jake yelled, hands on his hips.
Chloe looked up. Her pale face now had a soft, rosy flush from the alcohol, making her look much healthier. The sight instantly drained half of Jake’s anger. Sigh. It’s really hard to stay mad at a face that pretty.
Jake sat down defeatedly and snatched the remaining half-bottle, pouring himself a glass. "So? Did Rob Stark agree to the fake engagement?"
Chloe shook her head like a rattle.
Jake let out a very unladylike curse. "And here I thought you were celebrating. You’re just drinking your sorrows away. Chloe, get a grip! So you got rejected—I never thought he’d agree anyway."
"Actually," Chloe said solemnly, nodding her small head, "he said marriage isn't a game and shouldn't be used as a bargaining chip. So, after 'careful consideration,' he said we should just get married."
Pfft!
The wine Jake had just sipped sprayed right back out.
"Cough... cough!" Jake sputtered and choked for a good while before managed to gasp out, "Chloe... you’re not drunk, are you?"
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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.
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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.
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She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror.
They had swapped bodies.
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