The CEO's Fake Fiancée: A Dangerous Deal
I stood at my engagement gala in a pale gold dress that felt more like a straightjacket than silk. My fiancé, Camden Benjamin, looked at me with pure coldness, treating me like a prop for his billion-dollar merger.
Everything shattered when my cousin Chloe tripped and blamed me for ruining her dress. Camden didn’t ask for my side; he grabbed my arm and screamed for me to apologize before the entire high-society crowd.
I didn't apologize. Instead, I hijacked the stage and projected a high-def video of Camden and Chloe’s affair onto the massive LED screens. I dropped my engagement ring into a glass of champagne and walked out, thinking I was finally free.
But the nightmare was just beginning. My Uncle Marcus cornered me that night, revealing he had already contacted a doctor to have me committed to a mental asylum so he could seize my inheritance.
He stood there dangling my dead mother’s heirloom brooch over a balcony, threatening to destroy the only thing I had left of her. I realized then that the car crash that killed my parents wasn't an accident; it was a hit ordered by the very family I had just humiliated.
I was homeless, hunted by paparazzi, and facing a forced lobotomy. I had no money, no allies, and a target on my back.
A few nights later, Marcus found me at a restaurant and raised his hand to strike me for my "insubordination." I saw Camden sitting nearby, watching the chaos with those same stormy, calculating eyes.
I didn't run. I walked over and looped my arm through Camden's, feeling his muscles tense under my touch.
"I wasn't sleeping around, Uncle," I said, looking Marcus straight in the eye. "I was visiting my boyfriend. Tell him, Camden."
Camden looked at me, a dangerous, shark-like smile playing on his lips as he squeezed my hand.
"Is there a problem with who I choose to date, Harding?"
I needed a shield, and he needed a way to dodge his mother’s forced marriage. It was time to make a deal with the devil.
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Chapter 5
The dress was not black, but the color of a midnight sky, a deep, starless blue. It clung to her like a second skin, held up by straps as thin as floss. It was a Camden Benjamin selection: elegant, expensive, and designed to be a piece of art rather than a piece of clothing.
The stylist, a woman with sharp bangs and an even sharper tongue, had spent four hours transforming Edlyn. Her hair was swept up in an intricate knot, and diamonds-loaned, of course-glittered at her ears and throat.
When Camden emerged from the west wing, he stopped. He was wearing a classic tuxedo that made him look less like a CEO and more like a king. His eyes swept over her, a slow, analytical appraisal.
"Acceptable," he said, his voice flat, but she saw a flicker of something in his gaze-surprise, maybe. He adjusted his cufflinks, a nervous tic she was beginning to recognize.
"The rules for tonight are simple," he said as they rode the private elevator down to the garage. "Stay by my side. Do not speak unless spoken to. If you are asked a direct question, keep your answers brief. Smile. And under no circumstances are you to mention the gallery, your family, or our arrangement."
"I'm your fiancée, not your intern," she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them.
His head snapped toward her. "For tonight, those roles are functionally identical. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her throat tight.
The steps of the Met were a battlefield of flashing lights and shouted names. The air was thick with the scent of expensive perfume and ambition. As soon as they stepped out of the car, Camden's face transformed. The cold austerity vanished, replaced by a charming, reserved smile.
He offered his arm. She took it. His bicep was hard under the tailored tuxedo, a physical reminder of the strength he held in reserve.
Flashbulbs erupted like a lightning storm. Edlyn blinked, momentarily blinded, but she kept her spine straight, just as he had instructed.
"There they are!"
The voice was high, piercing, and dripping with false sweetness. Felicie Owens, daughter of his biggest corporate rival and the woman her file had described as Camden's 'most persistent social obligation.'
She approached them holding a flute of champagne, wearing a gold dress that was cut low enough to be a scandal. Her eyes locked onto Camden, ignoring Edlyn completely.
"Camden, darling," she purred, placing a hand on his chest. "I was beginning to think you'd stood me up. And who is this?" Her gaze finally fell on Edlyn, dismissive and cold.
Before Edlyn could even open her mouth, Camden's arm tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to his side. It was a possessive, definitive gesture.
"Felicie," he said, his voice smooth as silk but with an edge of steel. "Meet my fiancée, Edlyn Harding."
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7.1
I sat alone at my long marble dining table, staring at a plate of cold truffle risotto. My husband, Jere, was late again, claiming he was stuck in a "war zone" of a board meeting for a multi-billion dollar merger.
A single Instagram notification shattered the silence. It was a photo of a candlelit birthday dinner, featuring a man's hand resting on a white tablecloth. I recognized the slight veins, the jagged scar on the thumb, and the navy-faced Patek Philippe watch I had spent six months tracking down as a wedding gift. Jere wasn't in a boardroom; he was celebrating his ex-girlfriend Irina's birthday while texting me to "don't wait up."
The next morning, I followed him to a VIP hospital wing. I watched through a cracked door as my husband cuddled a five-year-old boy and whispered tender promises to Irina. When he came home, he tried to buy my silence with a rare pink diamond bracelet, but I found the receipt: he had bought two identical ones. He had branded his wife and his mistress with matching jewelry, using hidden trackers to keep us both on a leash. When I confronted him, he didn't flinch. He coldly reminded me that he owned my father's massive debts and could send him to prison for insolvency fraud with one phone call.
"Stop with the attitude, Deliah," he said.
I felt like a ghost haunting my own life, trapped in a gilded cage by the man who paid for my mother's heart surgery while keeping a secret family across town. The humiliation peaked at our rescheduled anniversary dinner when Jere received a text, threw a stack of hundreds at me like I was a stranger, and abandoned me in a crowded restaurant to rush back to her.
"Pay the bill," he commanded before walking out.
Standing in the wreckage of a shattered crystal vase back at the penthouse, I realized my silence was the only thing keeping his empire standing. I pulled the crumpled divorce papers from my purse and signed my name with a steady hand. I wasn't just walking away; I was calling his sister to help me burn his perfect world to the ground.
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.
9.1
With only fifteen days of cash flow left to save her tech startup, Aida had no choice but to seek a five-million-dollar bridge loan from Brendan Walls, a ruthless billionaire predator.
He agreed to sign the check, but on one sickening condition. He demanded Aida act as bait to get close to his corporate rival, Grayson Lott, treating her like a high-end call girl for a business transaction.
Forced to comply to save her employees, Aida let Grayson take her to a windowless underground club, where he secretly spiked her whiskey.
As the drugs paralyzed her body, triggering horrific flashbacks of a brutal assault from six years ago, Aida locked herself in the bathroom. She had to shatter a mirror and slice her own thigh open with a jagged shard of glass just to stay conscious enough to call Brendan for help.
Brendan's armored SUV immediately smashed through the club's wall to save her, and Grayson was arrested. But lying in the hospital, the horrifying truth finally clicked in Aida's mind.
The rescue was too fast. Brendan’s men hadn't rushed from Midtown; they had been parked outside the entire time. He had watched Grayson drug her and waited for the felony to happen just so he could legally seize Grayson's company. He had gambled her life and trauma for a hostile takeover.
When Brendan casually tossed a signed contract and luxury car keys onto her hospital bed as hush money, the last thread of Aida's sanity snapped.
"The deal is dead. NovaTech is mine. If you ever come near me again, I will kill you."
Bleeding and shaking with icy rage, Aida threw the keys at his chest, formally declaring war on the monster who thought he could buy her soul.
7.9
Ariella Quinn never imagined that survival would come with a wedding ring.
Once, her life was quiet. Ordinary. Safe. Then her family's name was dragged into a scandal they did not create, their finances collapsed overnight, and every door that once opened to them slammed shut. Behind it all stood one name-Blackwood. A name whispered with fear, respect, and power. A name Ariella learned to hate without ever seeing the face behind it.
Lucien Blackwood is not a man who explains himself. As a billionaire with influence that stretches far beyond boardrooms, he is known for control, precision, and results-no matter the cost. When Ariella is summoned under the pretense of a legal negotiation, she expects humiliation. What she doesn't expect is a contract that will change the course of her life forever.
Marriage.
Cold. Legal. Non-negotiable.
Lucien offers protection, financial security, and silence in exchange for one thing: her name beside his. To the public, it will look like a fortunate match. To Ariella, it is a cage built by the very man whose decisions ruined her family. Refusal is not an option. Acceptance feels like surrender.
Their marriage is not born of love, attraction, or trust. It is built on resentment, fear, and secrets deliberately left unexplained. Lucien keeps his distance, enforcing rules rather than affection. Ariella enters his world surrounded by luxury that feels more like surveillance than comfort. Guards watch her movements. Strangers know her schedule. Danger lingers just beneath the surface.
And the worst part?
No one will tell her why.
As threats begin to surface and pieces of the past refuse to stay buried, Ariella realizes that her "ruin" may not have been accidental. The marriage that destroyed her freedom may also be the only thing keeping her alive. Every answer Lucien withholds deepens her anger-and her curiosity. Every moment of forced proximity tightens the tension between them.
This is a slow-burn romance driven by emotional restraint, power imbalance, and psychological conflict. Love does not arrive easily. Trust is hard-won. And forgiveness may be more dangerous than hatred.
Married to the Man Who Ruined Me is a gripping billionaire romance that blends contract marriage, suspense, and emotional depth. With carefully paced revelations and chapter-ending cliffhangers, the story keeps readers questioning motives, loyalties, and the true cost of power. It explores what happens when a woman is forced to bind herself to the man she blames for her destruction-and discovers that the truth is far more complicated than she was ever allowed to see.
In a world where appearances are currency and silence is survival, Ariella must decide: remain a victim of Lucien Blackwood's shadow, or learn how to stand beside him without losing herself.
8.0
Sandra Morrison made the ultimate sacrifice for love-she gave her husband everything. The $240 million real estate empire her father spent his life building. Her position as CEO. Her identity. Her future. She signed it all over to Jimmy Banks on his birthday, believing they were partners, believing in forever.
Seven years later, forever has an expiration date.
Sandra has become a ghost in her own life. The company that bore her family's name is now Banks Enterprises, and her name has been systematically erased from every document, every decision, every achievement. She's just Mrs. James Banks III-the perfect accessory to her husband's success story, the woman who stays quiet at dinner parties while he takes credit for building an empire on her father's foundation.
When she finally discovers the affair-lipstick on collars, hotel receipts, a blonde woman who looks at her husband the way Sandra used to-she confronts him. And Jimmy doesn't even pretend anymore.
"I don't love you. I never really did. You were convenient. Your company was convenient. But you? You were always just a means to an end."
The truth shatters her: their entire marriage was a transaction. He saw an opportunity-a young, naive heiress who'd just lost her father-and he took it. He married her, convinced her to sign over her inheritance, then spent years pushing her out until she was nothing but a name on a marriage certificate.
But here's what Jimmy doesn't know: the woman he married-the fierce, brilliant Sandra Morrison who could close million-dollar deals before lunch-she's still in there. Buried under years of gaslighting and self-doubt, but not gone.
Sandra decides she's taking it all back. Her company. Her father's legacy. Her life. Every single thing Jimmy stole from her while calling it love.
This is the story of a woman who gave up everything and her fight to reclaim it. A story about manipulation masked as marriage, ambition disguised as affection, and what happens when someone who made themselves small finally remembers how powerful they really are.
Sandra Morrison disappeared for seven years. Now she's coming back. And Jimmy Banks is about to learn that the biggest mistake of his life wasn't stealing from her-it was underestimating her.
7.7
It's common knowledge that Ethan married me only because I look like his first love.
Three years of marriage, and he never once slept with me, because he thought it would be a desecration of his first love.
On the surface, I was madly in love with him. In reality, I was blowing through his money like crazy and keeping a man on the side.
But now there's a problem.
The man I've been keeping… how does he look exactly like the richest man in New York? And even have the same name?