The Nerd Who Played the Game

For three years, the protagonist of The Nerd Who Played the Game acted as the ultimate support for Shannon Seay, the school's most notorious flirt. From copying notes to providing alibis for her flings, he ensured her academic success. However, right before university orientation, Shannon dumps him for a more exciting guy named Hunter. While onlookers expect a scene, he remains calm. His secret? Shannon’s father paid him $50 million to be her handler. With the final payment secured, he is ready to disappear.

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"Being abroad sounds glamorous, but it's rough out there, right? Whatever gigs you picked up there might not fly here. Some are straight-up illegal. Buddy, need intros? My uncle's firm needs a guard. Low bar, just basic skills. The pay's not high, but it's legit. Better than your old..." Liam trailed off suggestively, implying unsavory escapades.

"Totally," Cindy chimed in, her tone as phony as her lashes. "We're old pals. If you're struggling, speak up. With your background—no college, no sharp clothes—you might bomb interviews. Want me to take you shopping? I can spot you cash. You were a whiz kid. It's a shame seeing you like this."

Shannon stayed silent, her nails digging into her wine stem. Her intense gaze bore into me like lasers.

Her boyfriend, Zach Fuller, leaned forward with condescending pity and open disdain.

"Ah, the legendary Troy. Tales of your devotion to Shannon precede you," he scoffed. "Slaving over her assignments, forging notes, and covering for her in class. Must have been tough."

He paused deliberately, savoring the crowd's expectant grins. "But hey, at least you knew you were out of her league. Smart move dipping out, though you seem down on your luck now. Well, Shannon is poised to helm her family's empire, and I'm steering my family's fashion line toward a blockbuster partnership with elite designers. I could throw you a lifeline."

"Appreciate it, but I'm good," I said, taking a measured sip.

Zach squinted at me. "You have no idea the caliber I'm dealing with. Know Lumina? Rising Bris jewelry brand. Their lead designer is a phenom, scooping up global prizes and shrouded in enigma. I called in major favors to score a sit-down. Land this collaboration, and it's game-changing. I could slip you to an entry-level spot, no sweat."

Gasps and accolades erupted.

"Lumina? Their pieces are pure art!"

"That designer is elite and super selective!"

"Zach, you're a powerhouse! Perfect match for Shannon's star power!"

Zach preened under the praise. It was the exact reaction he wanted to see.

"What's his name?" a curious voice probed.

"Aaron Stuart," Zach replied, inflating further. "He is a compatriot, young and talented. Commands respect in Brisian circles. My brand is niche, but I'll win him over."

He leaned into Shannon. "Right, babe?"

She murmured a vague affirmation, her focus riveted on me. Resentment simmered beneath her composed exterior.

The flattery for Zach ramped up, laced with barbs aimed my way.

I remained an island of serenity, nursing my water.

A knock suddenly came from the door.

A suited assistant, files in arm, poked her head in anxiously yet respectfully. "Mr. Fuller, sorry to interrupt. I've got those critical Lumina documents you requested and updates on the designer."

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After giving birth to a daughter, my husband secretly swapped her for a mistress's son to secure his family inheritance. I spent years raising a child that wasn't mine, unaware of the cruel betrayal. Once the truth surfaces, my devotion turns into a cold, calculated quest for vengeance. I will dismantle his billionaire empire and reclaim the life he stole. He wanted a legacy, but I will ensure he loses everything he ever built.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Before My Last Breath, I Was Her Reflection

9.4

In this haunting billionaire romance novel, a woman serves as a physical stand-in for her husband's deceased first love. After undergoing numerous surgeries to perfect the likeness, her life shatters when the original woman miraculously returns. Ordered to undergo one final operation to erase her face, the protagonist's body fails. This mystery story follows the tragic end of a forced imitation and the husband's descent into madness as he tries to remember the face he destroyed.

Billionaire Horror Modern Mystery Romance

7.6

Bound By Contract: The Possessive CEO's Bride

7.6

Kaylee's family was drowning in debt, and her stepmother locked her inside a freezing bedroom. To save their bankrupt company, they decided to sell her off to a sixty-five-year-old man with a disgusting reputation. They cut off her allowance and confiscated the only precious keepsake her dead mother had ever left her. "Put on the engagement dress, or I will smash your mother's crystal box into a million pieces." Terrified of the old man, Kaylee risked her life by jumping out of the second-story window into a violent storm. She hit the muddy ground hard, twisting her ankle and tearing her skin on rusted iron gates as she escaped into the pitch-black night. Dragging her bleeding bare feet across the cold sand, her lungs felt like they were filled with broken glass. She didn't understand why she had to be the sacrifice for their endless greed, or how they could be so cruel as to hold her dead mother's memory hostage. She had absolutely nowhere to go, and the old man's cars were already pulling into the estate to claim her. Cornered by the blinding headlights of a motorcade on the beach, she threw herself at the feet of Ernest Blackwell, the most ruthless billionaire in New York. "Marry me! You need a wife, and I need a husband right now!" To buy her freedom and crush the family that sold her, she chose to sign a twenty-million-dollar fake marriage contract with the devil himself.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Cheating Season

9.7

Four years into their marriage, billionaire Scott has abandoned Leila for a vibrant college student named Gigi. While the pair bonds over street food and the thrill of professional gaming, they mock Leila for her supposed ignorance of the esports scene. Little do they know, Leila is intimately involved with their idol, Joel Arnoult. As Scott ignores his wife to watch from the stands, Leila is hidden away with Joel, navigating a high-stakes affair that turns the tables on her husband's betrayal.

Action Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

Never divorce a wife who loves you deeply.

8.1

For three years, she lived as a ghost in her late sister's home, raising her nephew and loving a husband who ignored her. But when they left her to burn in a wrecked car to salvage a mere keepsake, her devotion died. Surviving the flames, she signs Kevin's divorce papers and finds refuge with Oscar Thorne, a cold billionaire who heals her physical and emotional scars. Yet, as her past collides with the shocking truth that her sister is actually alive, her ex-husband begs for forgiveness.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

7.7

The Billionaire's Contract: Protecting My Secret Son

7.7

I sat in a Louis XV-style chair that cost more than my entire education, picking at the peeling leather of my thrift-store handbag. Across the mahogany table, Council Bartlett didn't even look at me; he just checked his watch, treating our marriage like a corporate merger that needed to be finalized before the market closed. To the world, I was a gold digger hitting the lottery, but I was actually a woman with a secret I guarded more fiercely than a state secret. I had one week to show a social worker a stable home with a husband, or they would take my four-year-old nephew, Leo, and put him back into the system forever. The ink was barely dry on our marriage certificate when my world started to fracture. My aunt called, screaming for help as her drunk husband broke into her house, forcing me to leave my new "billionaire husband" in my cramped Queens apartment to handle a domestic nightmare with a baseball bat and pepper spray. When I returned, smelling of cheap whiskey and sweat, I found Council’s mother—the ice-cold Hortense—waiting on a video call. She didn't just want a business arrangement; she wanted an heir, and she’d already sent a box of fertility drugs to my kitchen counter to prove it. I was living a lie in a tenement building, caught between a man who treated me like a line item and a social worker who viewed my life as a "phantom." Council was sleeping on my lumpy sofa, his expensive legs dangling off the end, while I locked the bedroom door every night. I didn't want his money; I just wanted my boy. But how could I survive a war where the enemy lived in a penthouse and the casualties were measured in custody hearings? Just as Council saw me holding Leo and the "Ice King" finally began to thaw, his phone buzzed with an anonymous threat. "I know you're faking it. Pay me 100k or the press gets the story." The blackmailer was someone inside the Bartlett estate, and the "shield" I had built for Leo was about to become our cage.

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