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 5
"You know my tolerance better than anyone," Chloe Bishop countered.
Jake Tully raised a hand in surrender. "Fine, half a bottle won’t get you drunk. But does that mean Rob Stark is the one who's crazy? Before today, he probably didn't even remember who Chloe Bishop was. And he says marriage isn't a game? Marrying a literal stranger is the definition of playing games."
"Hmm..." Chloe thought for a moment. "Based on my years of observing psychiatric patients, Rob Stark doesn't seem like his brain is malfunctioning. Besides, it really felt like he made the proposal after careful consideration. Let me think... he was silent for about ten minutes."
"Ten minutes?" Jake rolled his eyes. "Well, for a CEO whose time is worth millions every minute, spending ten minutes to contemplate marriage is practically an eternity. That’s 'careful consideration' for him, I guess."
Chloe felt the same way; otherwise, she wouldn't have used the word "serious" to describe those ten minutes of silence.
"So, what about you? Did you agree?" Jake calmed down and took another sip of wine.
"I don't know if I should. From a practical standpoint, marrying him is the choice that maximizes my interests," Chloe admitted.
As her best friend for over twenty years, Jake didn't need her to say the rest. Having witnessed the suffering and torment Chloe had endured over the past five years, Jake knew that marrying Rob Stark was, logically, her best option.
"Whatever choice you make, I’ll support you," Jake said, pulling his friend into a hug. "This time, Chloe, I promise I will help you overturn your case. I will wash away every drop of dirty water they ever threw on you."
Chloe’s eyelashes fluttered for just a second before her expression returned to normal. In that brief moment, her resolve hardened. She downed the rest of her wine in one go and, with a voice laced with the scent of alcohol, said, "Jake, help me prepare two more agreements."
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The next day, Chloe Bishop slept until the sun was high in the sky. After waking up, she got ready and took the agreements Jake Tully had rushed to draft overnight. She hailed a taxi to the famous Lakeside Villa District on the outskirts of New York.
Though she hadn't been here in five years, she had lived here for ten. As she walked down the familiar path to a specific villa, she couldn't help but marvel at how sharp her memory remained.
She rang the doorbell, and a maid quickly came to answer. The woman was a stranger and didn't recognize Chloe. She looked Chloe up and down, seemingly trying to judge her status based on her clothes.
However, Chloe was a disappointment to her. Today, she was wearing an outfit she had made herself five years ago—it was worlds away from the style of a wealthy socialite.
"Can I help you? Who are you looking for?" Judging that Chloe wasn't anyone important, the maid’s attitude turned dismissive, carrying a hint of condescension.
"David Bishop," Chloe stated. "I’m looking for David Bishop."
"You’re looking for the Lord?" The maid was surprised. "Do you have an appointment? The Lord doesn't just see anyone who wanders by." Hearing that the girl wanted to see the man of the house, the maid grew suspicious.
Chloe let out a cold laugh. Losing the patience to argue, she pushed past the maid and stepped into the villa.
The maid froze for a second before reacting with a loud shout. "Hey! How can you be so rude? You can’t just barge into someone’s home! Get out of here right now, or I’ll have the bodyguards throw you out!"
The maid’s shouting attracted the other staff members and the security detail. Almost as soon as she finished her sentence, several bodyguards in black suits blocked Chloe’s path.
"Miss, please leave," one bodyguard said. He was relatively polite, but his tone carried a clear warning.
Chloe looked at the gathered staff with an expressionless face. Not a single face was familiar. It seemed that over the last five years, the Bishop Family’s old staff had been systematically replaced. In this house, there was no longer anyone who knew that Chloe Bishop was the rightful eldest daughter of the home.
"What’s all this noise? Don't you know the Lord is in a video conference?" Amidst the standoff, a scolding female voice drifted down from the staircase.
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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.