The Superstar's Obsession: My Unwanted Husband
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I am a D-list actress with a terrible reputation and thousands of haters.
But my real nightmare started when I got blackout drunk in Vegas and woke up next to Evander Byers, the untouchable, scandal-free superstar.
Before I could even find my clothes, our parents barged into the hotel suite with a wall of corporate lawyers.
Evander, the supposed god of the entertainment industry, played the victim perfectly.
"She dragged me in here last night. I couldn't stop her."
Under the crushing threat of my father freezing my bank accounts and the lawyers protecting Evander's pure image, I was forced to sign a marriage contract.
Now, this manipulative monster has moved into my penthouse, claiming his legal rights as my fiancé.
He controls my space, suffocates me with his dark obsession, and watches my bank balance drop to zero.
Everyone thinks he is a flawless angel, but I know he is just a hypocritical control freak.
I refuse to be his prisoner.
Desperate for cash and an escape route, I secretly signed a contract for a trashy reality dating show.
I thought a closed set in Hawaii would be the perfect place to hide from him, make millions, and ruin my toxic ex on national television.
I packed my bags, thinking I had outsmarted the devil.
But I didn't know that Evander had just canceled his global tour to call the network executives.
The ultimate predator just bought his way into the cast, ready to hunt his runaway fiancée in front of the whole world.
The Superstar's Obsession: My Unwanted Husband Chapter 1
The hotel room was too dark. The air in the corner felt too thin to breathe.
Bridie's chest heaved. Her back hit the cold, textured wallpaper.
A tall shadow closed in on her. The heavy, aggressive scent of cedar and mint completely swallowed her.
Evander's long, cold fingers clamped around her jaw. He forced her head up.
"You will take responsibility for that night," he whispered.
His low, raspy voice scraped against her eardrums. It was thick with a dark, undeniable obsession.
A violent shiver ripped down Bridie's spine.
She slapped his hand away with a sharp smack.
The dark room shattered.
Bridie gasped loudly. Her eyes snapped open to the blinding California morning sun.
She sat up, her lungs burning as she sucked in the air. Sweat coated her forehead.
She reached out with a trembling hand and grabbed the glass of ice water on her nightstand. She downed it in three massive gulps. The freezing water hit her stomach, finally dulling the frantic pounding in her chest.
Rapid footsteps echoed in the hallway. High heels clicked hard against the hardwood floor.
Without a single knock, the bedroom door flew open.
Her assistant, Pax, stood in the doorway. She held two iced Americanos and looked like she had just seen a ghost.
"Bridie," Pax gasped, marching straight to the bed.
She slammed the coffees onto the nightstand.
Pax pulled a thick, luxurious gold-stamped envelope from the folder under her arm. She shoved it right into Bridie's face.
Bridie's eyes focused on the heavy paper. The exclusive crest of the Byers family gleamed in the sunlight.
Her heart completely stopped. A cold sweat broke out across her neck.
"I found this in your mailbox!" Pax shrieked, pointing a shaking finger at the envelope. "It's an engagement invitation for Evander Byers!"
Pax read the name on the card, her eyebrows pulling together in deep confusion. "Why does the bride have your exact name? Bridie Isabella Ortega?"
Bridie's stomach twisted into a tight, painful knot. Her brain spun frantically, searching for an escape route.
She snatched the envelope out of Pax's hands. She forced her facial muscles to relax and glanced at it with fake boredom.
A loud, exaggerated scoff left her lips. She tossed the heavy envelope onto her duvet.
"It's a prank," Bridie said, her teeth grinding together. "Some psycho hater made it."
She looked up at Pax, keeping her voice flat. "I'm a D-list actress, Pax. I got a box of dead rats last week. You think a fake invitation is a stretch?"
Pax frowned, staring down at the bed. "But the gold foil... it looks so expensive. And how would a hater know your middle name is Isabella? That's never been public."
Bridie's pulse hammered against her throat. She had to kill this suspicion right now. "My info was leaked months ago, remember? The same psycho who sent the dead rats probably dug up my birth certificate."
She threw the covers off and jumped out of bed.
She grabbed the invitation, her knuckles turning white from how hard she gripped it. She marched to her vanity and grabbed her heavy silver lighter.
Without a second of hesitation, Bridie held the priceless family document over her metal wastebasket and flicked the lighter.
The flame roared to life, catching the thick paper instantly. The fire chewed the expensive gold foil into black, curling ash.
"Wait!" Pax gasped, reaching out. "You're going to set off the smoke alarm!"
Bridie turned around. She clapped her hands together, brushing off the imaginary dust.
"Go prep my schedule for the red carpet today," Bridie ordered, her voice completely steady.
Pax blinked, her attention successfully diverted. She nodded and turned around, flipping through her folder as she walked out of the bedroom.
The second the door clicked shut, Bridie's knees gave out.
She slumped against the wall, her breathing shallow and ragged. She stared down at the pile of burnt ash in the metal bin, her hands shaking violently.
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When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.3
Ten years ago, I was banished from my pack, branded a whore and a traitor for allegedly drugging and stealing my sister's fated mate.
Now, I was summoned back because my father, the Alpha who disowned me, was dying from a poisoned attack.
Standing by his deathbed, a locked memory finally surfaced—I didn't drug anyone. My husband and I were both victims, poisoned with wolfsbane to force our mating.
But before my father could reveal who orchestrated the setup, his heart monitor flatlined.
My brother instantly shoved me to the ground, pointing a trembling finger at my face.
"You killed him. I will hunt you, I will break you, and I will make your life a living hell."
Even my husband, Kieran, the man I was forced to marry to save our unborn child, walked right past me in the hospital corridor.
He didn't spare me a single glance, choosing instead to gently comfort my mother while I sat bruised and shattered on the cold floor.
I didn't understand why my own family hated me so blindly, and I understood even less who had framed me a decade ago.
What terrified my father so much in his final moments that he couldn't even speak the culprit's name?
Watching my cold husband walk away with the family that abandoned me, the last shred of my naive hope died.
I wiped my tears and stood up. This time, I was going to tear this pack apart to find the truth.
7.6
To pay for her father's life support, Haleigh sold herself into a marriage with Fabian Blackburn, a ruthless billionaire in a deep coma.
But on her wedding day, she caught her boyfriend cheating with her stepsister, laughing about how they would steal the inheritance the second Fabian stopped breathing. Cornered and desperate, Haleigh secretly underwent IVF using her comatose husband's frozen sperm to secure the family trust.
Weeks later, a miracle happened. Fabian woke up.
But instead of gratitude, he treated her like trash. He threw annulment papers at her face, completely disgusted by the arranged marriage.
"If you try any dirty tricks to get pregnant, I will personally drag you to a clinic and have that bastard scraped out of you."
Terrified, Haleigh hid her positive pregnancy test and desperately tried to hack her way to enough cash to escape. But while using his computer, she accidentally opened a highly classified folder.
Inside was a medical file and a photo of a severely disabled girl who looked exactly like Fabian.
Before she could process it, Fabian walked in. Seeing the screen, his cold mask shattered into pure, unhinged madness. He lunged across the room, lifting her off the floor by her throat, completely ignoring her desperate gasps for air.
"Lock her in the basement," he roared to his guards. "No food. No water."
Curled on the freezing concrete, clutching her newly pregnant belly, Haleigh didn't understand what she had just seen that turned him into a murderous monster.
But she knew one thing: if she didn't escape this terrifying estate, both she and his unborn heir would die in the dark.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
9.0
Eileen woke up in a trashed hotel room, her head pounding with the pathetic memories of a despised Hollywood actress.
Outside the window, paparazzi were already screaming about her manufactured cheating scandal, but the real nightmare was waiting at her door.
Her paralyzed, billionaire husband, Carlisle Vinson, looked at her with pure disgust while his butler shoved a divorce settlement at her chest.
"Mr. Vinson is offering a severance package of fifty million dollars, provided you sign immediately and vacate the premises."
The original owner had left her an absolute mess.
Her trusted assistant had sold her room number to the press to frame her, and a playboy had scammed her out of her entire two million dollar life savings.
If she signed those papers and lost the Vinson family's protection, the breach of contract fees and her enemies in the industry would swallow her alive in days.
Eileen felt a cold fury override the original owner's lingering panic.
Why should she take the fall and be thrown out on the streets while the parasites who set her up lived out their wealthy fantasies?
She had died once, and she wasn't about to waste her second chance playing the victim.
Eileen slammed the heavy divorce folder shut right against the butler's chest.
"I'm not signing," she said with a terrifying, absolute calm.
She stepped behind her husband's wheelchair, ready to shield him from the cameras, secretly cure his dead legs, and make everyone who betrayed her bleed.
