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Testing His Wife: The Billionaire's Secret

Testing His Wife: The Billionaire's Secret

Frieda married Dewitt believing he was just a struggling middle-manager, living in a cramped apartment with only seventy-two dollars left to her name. She had no idea her cold husband was actually a ruthless billionaire running a cruel psychological test on her. Convinced she might be a gold digger, Dewitt gave her a meager allowance, keeping the divorce papers ready the moment she showed any greed. While Dewitt secretly judged her every move, Frieda suffered endlessly. At her toxic workplace, she was relentlessly bullied by her arrogant in-laws and mocked for her scuffed shoes. Even after she risked her life to protect his grandmother from an armed mugger and exposed her own hidden tech genius, her coworkers still treated her like trailer-park trash. They cornered her on the street, pointing fingers in her face. "You are a shameless, gold-digging whore! A billionaire would never want you!" She endured the humiliation, having just rejected a priceless no-limit black card from his family out of pure principle. She truly believed she and her husband were fighting through poverty together. She had no idea her "poor" husband was watching her every struggle from the tinted windows of a hidden Maybach across the street. But when her bullies finally pushed too far and raised a hand to strike her, the icy wall around the billionaire's heart completely shattered. Dewitt tore up the divorce papers, his eyes turning pitch black with murderous rage. "If anyone ever raises a hand to her again, break it."
His Obsessive Claims, Her Twisted Submission

His Obsessive Claims, Her Twisted Submission

They say love doesn't care when. It doesn't ask why. It doesn't lie. But for Sapphire Smith, her lover was a liar. She's almost perfect, but one problem stood in her way... Touch aversion. It's a condition she's lived with for eight years, and she desires to be free. After getting cheated on by her husband, Wilson DeVille, on their wedding night, she approached him-the Devil in disguise, Dr. Tristan DeVille, a psychologist.  He broke her once more just to fix her to his taste. To him, she became his possession the moment she walked into that office. It was meant to be a psychologist-patient relationship. He craved more than that. She was supposed to be his sister-in-law, but she became his obsession. She wasn't someone he could escape. She was someone he didn't want to escape. He craved every inch of her, and now... he made her crave him too. She may call it love; for him, it wasn't. They say there is a very thin line between love and obsession. He saw the line as clear as day, and he chose to cross it. He knew love could never be enough to claim her. She had to be obsessed; only then would his desire to fight and claim her be fueled. He's her helper, she's his healer... Together, they'll redeem themselves, not in holiness but in sinful hell. Their world of craving and desire seemed perfect, until the secrets began unfolding... Secrets that threatened to break them apart. Would they fight, or would they let themselves drown in the darkness growing deep within them? She seeks healing from her devil. He seeks redemption from his angel. When darkness meets light, what happens? Destruction.
Bound By Lies: The Unwanted Contract Wife

Bound By Lies: The Unwanted Contract Wife

My husband of two years and I had a purely transactional marriage. Or so I thought, until I discovered he was using me as a human shield to protect his true love—a woman who once saved him from severe depression. To keep her hidden from the tabloids, he staged scandals, and even threw me out of his car on the freezing Brooklyn Bridge at night just because I found her perfume. To protect my shattered pride, I publicly mocked him in a crowded lounge, claiming I didn't care about his affairs and that he was nothing but an on-call ATM to me. "A machine that spits out cash?" Enraged by my coldness, Kevin retaliated by exposing my deepest, most humiliating scar in front of everyone. He screamed about how I had gotten blind drunk on my eighteenth birthday, crying and hugging a streetlamp in the freezing cold while begging a stranger for comfort. I was paralyzed with shock. I had only ever told my closest friend that secret. But Kevin sneered and claimed I had drunkenly babbled the pathetic story to him two years ago, using my trauma to beg him for his pity and money. The overwhelming humiliation suffocated me. Had I really thrown away my deepest pride while unconscious just to get him to sign our prenuptial agreement? Standing alone in the bitter Manhattan wind, I wiped my tears and made a decision. I was done playing his convenient shield, and it was time to cash out and leave.
Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

Goodbye, Mr. Ex: I've Remarried Mr. Right

As their wedding approaches, Britney catches her fiancé, Conrad, cheating on her with her own cousin, Stephanie. Resolute, she calls off the engagement immediately. That same day, she suffers a car accident but is fortunately rescued by a mysterious man. Upon waking up in the hospital, Britney, still shaken by her near-death experience, gazes at the stranger who saved her. A bold thought crosses her mind, she looks up at Manuel Castro and says, "Marry me, and I'll support you financially!" Manuel raises an eyebrow, gazing at this disheveled yet determined woman, and to her surprise, he agrees, "Alright." Britney had heard that men stationed at the training area and don't have many day offs, with few women around them, so she assumes a marriage to him would shield her from romantic entanglements and let her focus on her own life. Expecting a carefree life post-marriage, Britney is taken aback when, within just two months, Manuel completely overturns her assumptions. Every evening, he returns home early, pulling her gently into his arms, his gaze warm with affection and deep longing. The tender passion he shows leaves her no room to escape. One morning, as the soft sunlight filters through the bedroom, Britney wakes to see Manuel still asleep beside her, frustration and irritation filling her mind. "Mr. Castro, shouldn't you be back at the training base by now?" she asks. He opens his sleepy eyes, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. "Didn't someone promise to support me?" Britney, rubbing her sore back, feels a strong sense of foreboding. But before she can protest, Manuel pulls her back into his embrace, whispering softly in her ear, "Your husband is temporarily off duty."
Fallen Lust

Fallen Lust

Pompous silver eyes, generating his arrogance and irresistible appeal. A deceiving good looks that is scandalous. This is how Jeneviv described the man who ruined the life of her sister. As he watched her, nothing else stuck in his mind but obscenity. Gabrielle Andromeda. he is coldly famous for making turning bunch of women cry. Sitting at the bar counter, he was alone this time. He seemed to have his own world in that noisy place. He had been following this man for several weeks. it has been approached by socialites there for a while but no one is lucky enough to get its elusive attention. It's been a year since the death of her sister Jeneva. He could not forgive the man who ruined his brother's future and pushed him to take his own life. he motioned to the bartender and added a drink. He glanced at the man again as the music and the color of the lights changed. Two socialites came here again. But like others, he also left disappointed. How many are those already? he could no longer follow the number. He interrupted his sip of his wine when he suddenly looked at her behavior. She tried to strike a sweet smile. But it took the sight back. Will the man also scold her if she approaches? Come what may. He will try anyway. he will not miss the opportunity he has been waiting for a long time. Jeneviv took a deep breath and collected her air. It's now or never. He left his seat and approached Gabrylle Andromeda. "Hi!" He gave her his sweetest smile. it did not return his greeting. He didn't even look at her when he sat on the stool next to the one she was sitting on. He probably thought he was just the same as the girls who were hanging around earlier. She inhaled deeply. Is he drunk and his eyes are deceiving him? this guy is three times gorgeous up-close. Those snob silver eyes are terribly beautiful that it sucked her in. "What do you want?" he asked still not looking at her. It is true. This man is the king of blasphemy. "Why are you alone?" "Did it bother you?" Wrong move. it just seemed to get more and more grumpy. He turned the chair to face it. "Gabrylle Andromeda, buy me." He is no longer swimming. They are also going to talk like this. I just hope it will bite his drama. So he can start the plan. "I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. besides, a minor like you shouldn't be here in this place." He almost laughed at his impression. Does he look at him as a minor? He looked at himself. Does he look like he's still in high school? "I'm an adult. I'm twenty-two years old." "Still a minor." he signaled to the bartender and added a drink. He snorted. What is an adult on this planet? Forty? Fifty years old? "I'm not joking." He grunted. "I'm selling myself to you." He just looked at her there. Its sharp gaze is menacing. but he did not move. "Well, would you like to buy me?" He was upset. "Give me a reason to do that." "I can make you happy."
Mistaken Night With My Paper Husband

Mistaken Night With My Paper Husband

I was the adopted daughter of the Galloway family, bound by a four-year paper marriage to a sickly heir just to secure their wealth. To ensure I fulfilled my "duty," my adoptive father drugged my champagne and sent me to a hotel room. But I stumbled into the wrong presidential suite and woke up in the bed of a terrifyingly powerful stranger. I fled in panic, leaving behind my diamond earring as a humiliating "payment" for his trouble. When I dragged myself home, my adoptive family didn't care about my trauma. They only screamed at me for ruining their payout. "I was just ensuring everything went smoothly! How was I to know you'd be so useless!" Looking at their greedy, furious faces, I finally realized I was nothing but livestock to them. I severed all ties, reclaimed my real name, Clara Ross, and walked out to start my new life as an elite child psychologist. My only goal was to find the truth about my newborn baby, who the hospital claimed had died five years ago. But on my first day at the prestigious Aurelian Institute, I was assigned a highly sensitive case. The patient was a five-year-old mute boy who had my exact, unmistakable ice-blue eyes. And his father was Julian Sterling—the ruthless billionaire from the hotel room, and the true identity of my paper husband. Seeing the boy's governess raise a ruler to strike him, I stepped into the room with ice in my veins. "I am his new doctor, and you are done here."
The Invisible Wife’s Silent Sacrifice

The Invisible Wife’s Silent Sacrifice

Claire spent every waking moment protecting the transplanted heart beating inside her billionaire husband, Cooper. Though his grandfather forced their marriage, she loved him enough to endure his endless coldness. When she received a frantic text saying Cooper was in a fatal car wreck, she ran through a freezing storm to save him. But she pushed open the VIP club doors only to find no doctors. Instead, Cooper was making out with his mistress, Kendall, while his wealthy friends erupted into malicious laughter at Claire's soaked, panicked state. It was all a cruel prank. To force a divorce, Cooper treated her like garbage. He threw the custom meals she secretly cooked for his failing liver into the trash, giving Kendall the credit. When Claire begged him to stop drinking hard liquor for the sake of his fragile heart, he made a sickening demand. "Go kiss that waiter on the mouth right now, and I won't touch another drop." To keep him alive, Claire swallowed her pride and kissed the terrified boy while cameras flashed. But her total degradation didn't earn his mercy. Cooper called her a sickening gold digger and walked out with his mistress, leaving Claire to the wolves. His best friend poured a sticky martini over her head, tore the strap of her dress, and raised a massive fist to smash her face. She had sacrificed her soul to keep his heart beating, only to be destroyed by it. Just as the fist swung down, the heavy oak door was kicked off its hinges. Cooper stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with a terrifying, primal fury. He had only returned for a forgotten phone, but seeing another man's hands on his legal wife ignited a possessive rage that was about to burn the entire room down.