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The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night

The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night

In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce." For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom. However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her. Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good. But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom?
The CEO's Reborn Love

The CEO's Reborn Love

"Every alligator here is Sebastian's prized possession, but they're all dead because of you." Olivia laughed charmingly. "As compensation, I'll give you to the remaining alligators. That way, your five years of loving him won't be in vain." Hearing rustling from the bushes behind her, Adriana's body immediately trembled. "Olivia, you're insane! I curse you to never live happily with Sebastian and to die a horrible death!" Olivia laughed coldly. "Sebastian himself said that the alligators here haven't been fed fresh meat in a long time. If you want to hate someone, then hate him." The fear of death and Olivia's words crushed Adriana's chest like a heavy stone. It felt like her heart was being gripped by someone, the pain was so intense she could barely breathe. Sebastian's decision... Even at the end, he had no intention of letting her body go. To such an extent he hated her. Adriana smiled bitterly, tears welling up in her eyes. •••• Adriana Hudson had loved Sebastian Kingsley with all her heart, only to face the most painful betrayal. He had cheated on her with her own stepsister, Olivia. As if that wasn't enough, on the day of their wedding, he ordered his mistress to throw her into an alligator pond to kill her. Not only did she die a tragic death, but she also lost the child she was carrying. In that moment, Adriana swore that if she were given a second chance, she would never love him again. Now reborn, Adriana is determined to make those who wronged her feel the pain of betrayal a thousand times over. But why is Sebastian so determined to cling to her this time, even protecting her from those very people? Wasn't Olivia the woman he loved? Sebastian: "Riana, you can learn to trust me." Adriana only looked at him in silence. The pain of being devoured by alligators still haunted her, so could she trust him again? And perhaps... Perhaps what happened in her past life wasn't as she had imagined. Lies, vengeance, and conspiracies swirl around them once more, but this time, will their love survive?
Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears

Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears

I stared at the cold crystal chandelier of our penthouse, my body aching from an act that felt less like love and more like a hostile takeover. After four years of being treated like a piece of furniture, I finally slammed the divorce papers onto the marble island. But Easton Reilly didn’t even blink. Instead, he took a frantic call from his ex-girlfriend and walked out on me to go to her, leaving me naked and shivering in our walk-in closet. The humiliation didn't stop there. That night, his mistress unveiled a massive oil painting of Easton’s bare, scarred back to a room full of New York's elite, stripping me of my dignity as his wife. When I fled to my childhood home for refuge, I found my mother in a pool of blood after a violent breakdown. My father, concerned only with his company’s stock price, refused to call an ambulance and handed me a hush-money check while my mother lay dying. Even my brother-in-law, the man who had traded me to Easton years ago, tried to assault me in the driveway. I felt like I was drowning in plain sight, surrounded by wolves who viewed my life as nothing more than a line on a balance sheet. I hated Easton for his indifference and my father for his cruelty. I was ready to burn my entire world down just to feel the warmth of the fire. "He took the bait," I whispered into my phone, my voice dead calm. "Initiate Plan B." Just as my father prepared to let my mother die, a team of world-class surgeons stormed the hospital, citing a secret clause in my prenup that I had long forgotten. I looked down the sterile hallway and saw the silhouette of the husband I was trying to leave. He hadn't gone to his mistress; he had gone to war for me. The game had officially changed.
Flatline

Flatline

Life hasn't been all roses for thirty-four year old Kay, when she meets the handsome Emile it proves to be the catalyst that reignites an old flame and brings her to the attention of some very dangerous people. Emile is a very private CEO and billionaire, having his assistant act as the face of his popular streetwear brand, he prefers to be in the background, watching and working in the shadows. When he meets Kay he is intrigued and taken aback by her effect on him. Once he decides he wants something he usually gets it and refuses to back down regardless of her reticence. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Wait,” I blurted, pushing him away from me and fixing my clothes. He exhaled loudly and ran his hands through his hair. I smoothed my hair and took a deep breath. “We can't do this, we need to be professional,” I insisted. I didn't know what was happening with his girlfriend and baby, but I was definitely not going to be a homewrecker. I also really wanted to be professional, the agency had a lot riding on this account. His expression darkened and he inhaled deeply. “Are you sure about that Kay, I am the client after all. I am sure you wouldn't want to upset me and risk damaging our professional relationship,” he smirked. My eyes widened, did he just insinuate what I thought he did? “Just what is that supposed to mean Mr. Riley?” I asked through gritted teeth, arms folded across my body. I knew it, he was just another rich spoiled brat, not able to understand that he couldn't always get what he wanted. I felt my face heat up, my nostrils flared. “I'm just saying, this could be a very mutually beneficial thing for us. You do want things to go well with our business arrangements right?" he smirked again.
Billionaires Don't Love

Billionaires Don't Love

He visited the bar for the third time that day. He was really desperate to see her again. After setting his eyes on her that first day, he knew he wanted her, he want to have a feel of her. Maybe it was lust, he didn’t know, but he knew it was her. Jack Antonio was not your regular billionaire. After getting his heart broken by his ex-girlfriend a few days before his twenty-fifth birthday, he swore never to have anything to do with any woman again, except it’s for momentarily pleasure. He encounters Karen during one of his visits to the bar, and that one glance sticks forever in his memory. Karen is a twenty-four-year-old ex-journalist turned blogger. After losing her job, she ventures into full-time blogging, but things do not go according to plan as she is still struggling and needs one big story to kick her to fame so when Jack starts hanging around her, she pretends to be his girlfriend. After all, it would be better for her growing blog. “Billionaires don’t fall in love, especially not me.” he stated closely and she wept. “But I love.” she wept, trying to go closer to him. “And I don’t fucking care.” He screamed at her, already irritated by her presence. “I’m pregnant.” She finally stated and the room went silent. What happens when her ex-boyfriend comes back to town? Things are about to get messy when he makes known his intention of getting her back. Would the billionaire fall in love or would he stay true to himself? And oh, her ex returns as a billionaire, but Billionaires don’t love. Or do they?
Claimed By The Cheating Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Claimed By The Cheating Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

I stood outside the hotel suite, listening to the muffled gasps of my fiancé, Elton, tangled in the silk sheets with my stepsister, Jaylynn. He thought I was just his poor, obedient assistant. To save his failing company, he planned to steal my architectural blueprints, claim them as his own, and hand all the credit to his new mistress. At the high-society gala, they cornered me in front of the city's elite. Jaylynn flaunted her stolen emeralds and mocked my plain clothes, while Elton demanded I sign over my intellectual property or be blacklisted from the industry forever. Even my biological mother stepped forward, throwing a severance check at my chest in front of the crowd. "You're an ungrateful little stray. Take the money and get out of Jaylynn's life before you ruin her engagement!" They looked at me with absolute disgust, waiting for me to break down, cry, and beg for their mercy. But they had no idea who they were actually stepping on. They didn't know the blueprints they stole were laced with a federal copyright trap that would instantly bankrupt them. And they certainly didn't know that the "destitute orphan" they were bullying was actually the sole heiress to a fourteen-billion-dollar sovereign trust. I calmly took the check, locked in the copyright strike, and walked straight toward Elton's most ruthless backer-the billionaire Demetrius Franco. "Don't you agree that revenge should be theatrical?" I whispered. This time, I was going to pull the floor out from under them all.