Yours To Ruin, Daddy (18+)

I loved Frank, but his twisted obsession with his adopted sister Alice destroyed us. After I stood up to Alice at the hospital, Frank retaliated by leaking my private videos. At that horrific werewolf ball, I was publicly humiliated-degraded while he watched. Shattered, I fled to my family and cut him out of my life. Years later, he found me, begging for forgiveness, but I had already moved on with Nick. Consumed by rage, Frank burned our past to ashes-literally-with Alice trapped inside.

I was the heiress to a real estate empire, celebrating my engagement to Douglas at our Manhattan penthouse. But when I stepped into the master bedroom, I caught him sleeping with my best friend, Krystle. Before I could even react, Douglas forced me to sign away my family's entire trust fund. He held up a tablet and forced me to watch a live feed of my parents being burned alive in our Hamptons estate. "The fire hasn't reached the main house yet, sign it and I'll call them off," he lied. As soon as the ink dried, he beat me to the ground and locked me in the soundproof study. He poured twenty-three-year-old whiskey on the carpet and dropped a lit cigar. "You could have walked away with nothing, but alive," he sneered. He left me to burn to death while he and Krystle went back to our engagement party to drink champagne. As the flames melted my skin and my bones shattered against the bulletproof glass, I couldn't understand it. How could the man who promised me forever brutally exterminate my entire family just for money? But I didn't die in that fire. Three years later, with a reconstructed face and a new identity as the mysterious global designer Alice Moreau, I returned to New York. Watching Douglas and Krystle flaunt the wealth they stole from my family's ashes, I smiled behind my black veil. It was time to make them pay with everything they had.

A single reckless action is all it takes to destroy and ruin literally everything in a person's my life. Anna's Life. She gave herself to a stranger... and the next morning he disappeared without a trace. She later out I was pregnant with his child. Her family and friends completely condemned,abonded and left her all alone. And that was the beginning of her misery and the start of something she never for once saw coming.

"I didn't marry you for love, Elara. I married you for the land." Five years ago, Elara Sterling wore a gold mask and shared a night of forbidden passion with Silas Vane, the "Ice King" of Seattle. Then, she vanished. Now, she's back-not as a socialite, but as a struggling mother desperate to save her son. But Silas isn't the man she remembers. He's cold, powerful, and he just bought her father's debt. The terms of the "Sterling Clause" are simple: Marry him for one year, and her debts are erased. But there's a catch. Silas doesn't just want the Sterling Port; he wants the son he never knew he had. As Elara steps into a world of vipers and corporate sabotage, she must decide: Is she a wife, a prisoner, or the only woman powerful enough to melt the Ice King's heart? In the game of power, love is the ultimate hostile takeover.

I spent two years trying to please Xander Yates, thinking he was the man who would help me save my family’s struggling manufacturing business. As a former senior legal counsel, I thought I knew how to handle sharks, but I never expected the man I loved to be the one who would try to skin me alive. Everything shattered at a high-end gala when I felt a chemical fire start in my marrow. Xander had spiked my drink, chasing me through the hotel corridors with a predatory smile, ready to take by force what I wouldn't give him willingly. I barely escaped into an elevator, stealing a key card from a man in a sharp grey suit and collapsing in room 8086. That stranger turned out to be Crockett Blackburn, the "Ice King of Wall Street" and a man my family had spent years avoiding. He didn't save me out of the goodness of his heart; he saved me because he saw a "messy variable" he could turn into a weapon. By morning, Xander was blackmailing me with a video of me drugged, and Crockett was offering me a deal that felt like a deal with the devil. He would save my factory, but only if I gave him 51% controlling interest and became his personal legal counsel. The humiliation was total. Xander called me a junkie and a slut, while Crockett looked at the bruises on my neck with the cold, clinical assessment of a man checking a damaged piece of equipment. When a secret bid was leaked, Crockett didn't hesitate to pin the blame on me, accusing me of working with my ex to drive up the price. I was a pawn in a game between two monsters, one who wanted to destroy my body and another who wanted to own my soul and my family’s legacy. I had lost my apartment, my reputation, and my safety in less than twenty-four hours. "I don't like it when people break my things," Crockett told me as he applied ointment to the marks Xander left on my throat. I realized then that if I wanted to survive, I had to stop being the victim and start being the predator. I signed the contract, moved into Blackburn’s penthouse, and prepared for a scorched-earth war against the Yates family. I don't care if Crockett Blackburn is using me as a leash—as long as he lets me be the one to bite.

For four years, I endured my husband Alex' s coldness and his very public affair. I did it all for the heart beating in his chest-the one I believed belonged to my dead fiancé, Dale. Then, a phone call from a private investigator shattered everything. It was all a lie, a simple clerical error. Dale' s heart wasn' t in my husband. It was beating inside a tech CEO in Austin named Cash Carter. Suddenly, the man I married for a ghost was just a cruel stranger. When his mistress caused me to fall into a pool, he left me to drown, demanding I apologize to her before he' d help me. Four years of humiliation and heartbreak, all for a devastating coincidence. My entire life was built on nothing. So I filed for divorce and booked a one-way ticket to Austin. When Alex finally tracked me down, begging me to come back, he didn't understand. I wasn't running from him. I was running toward the last piece of the man I truly loved.