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Healed By The Ruthless Billionaire's Touch

Healed By The Ruthless Billionaire's Touch

I secured the lifeline investment for my fiancé's company and went to his office to surprise him. Instead, I caught Preston sleeping with his top actress—the woman he publicly claimed as his stepsister. Through the cracked door, I heard him call me his "scarred, ugly bitch shield" to hide their sickening affair. I didn't cry. I hacked the live broadcast of the Star Awards and played their sex tape to two thousand people. But that night, drunk and reeling from the agonizing nerve pain in my facial scar, I stumbled into the wrong hotel penthouse. I was pinned down by a drugged billionaire, Josephus Hodges. The next morning, he left me a million-dollar check and a Plan B pill. When he later tracked me down to offer a cold, calculated fake marriage just to absorb Preston's ruined empire, I threw the contract at his chest and told him to go to hell. But when I got home and looked in the mirror, the chronic, burning torture in my scar was completely gone. His touch during that terrifying night had somehow cured the agony that had ruined my life. I had just declared war on the only man on earth who could heal me. Just then, my ruined ex-fiancé called, begging me to save him with a PR press conference. "I'll do it, but I control the venue." I booked it at Josephus's heavily guarded hotel. I was going to slaughter my ex on live television, and force the apex predator to look at me again.
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson

Too Late For Regret, Mr. Carlson

I stood at the edge of the ballroom, a black blot on my husband’s perfect canvas. While Jensen Carlson stood under the crystal chandeliers as the master of his universe, the guests whispered that his "friend" Aubree was a much better match for him than I ever could be. My stomach was twisting in sharp, jagged cramps from what I knew was acute appendicitis, but to the Carlson family, I wasn't a wife—I was a utility. My mother-in-law called me a "drill bit" and ordered me to drive Jensen home like a servant because his "optics" mattered more than my internal organs. When I arrived, Jensen didn't ask why I was shaking; he just snapped that my black coat was "depressing" and told me to stop "fidgeting" with my medication. He spent the night whispering to Aubree, then came home and fed my divorce papers into a shredder, mocking me for thinking I could survive a week without the Carlson name. The next day, he humiliated me in front of my entire department, accusing me of flirting with staff just as I was about to collapse from the pain. I had given up my PhD for this man and secretly written the code that built his billion-dollar empire, yet he viewed me as nothing more than a "depreciating asset." Even as I lay shivering on the hardwood floor because his mother locked the guest rooms to force me into his bed, he only sneered, asking if he was "that repulsive" when the pain made me vomit. "If you're not in the car by seven, I'll cut off your grandfather's medical funding." That was the final thread. I didn't go to the gala. Instead, I reclaimed my original patents, wiped my server access, and met him on the curb with a cardboard box and a resignation letter. "I'm not your wife anymore, Jensen. And I'm not your employee." As my Uber pulled away, leaving him clutching a revoked patent and a divorce petition, I realized I wasn't losing everything—I was finally starting to breathe.
Bound by Blood and Vows

Bound by Blood and Vows

Aria Vescari was never the sister meant to be noticed. She lived in the quiet corners of her family's life, eclipsed by Bella-the favored daughter, the beauty, the one adored by all. While Bella basked in admiration and luxury, Aria worked quietly, attempting to build a life of her own, far from the expectations and spotlight that never seemed to touch her. But everything changed when her father's company stood at the edge of collapse. Desperate and drowning in debt, he reached out to old connections, unaware of the chain reaction he was about to set in motion. Leonardo Matteo Ricci was a man forged in cold ambition. He didn't believe in love, in softness, or in second chances. Raised at the helm of a ruthless Mafia empire, he learned early that emotion was weakness, and power meant survival. To the outside world, he was a billionaire businessman, sharp and controlled. Behind closed doors, he was a strategist-a man who moved pieces, not people. The only thing he never allowed himself to be was a pawn. When his mother demanded marriage, Leonardo didn't argue. He didn't believe in the illusion of choice or freedom. If it had to happen, it would be on his terms. He chose a bride with precision, not passion. He didn't pick the girl who flirted in diamonds or laughed too loudly at his words. He chose the one who stood in silence. The one who didn't look at him with infatuation, but with wariness. He chose Aria. It wasn't about love. It was about leverage. Her father's debt would vanish. In return, she would wear his ring. Aria didn't ask for the arrangement. She didn't dream of power or privilege. But when faced with her family's ruin, she accepted what she couldn't change. In a single moment, she stepped into a world she didn't understand, beside a man she didn't trust, bound by a vow that wasn't built on affection-but control. Their marriage was cold from the beginning. Leonardo made no effort to pretend otherwise. Aria was given status, wealth, a new name-but no warmth. In public, she became Mrs. Ricci. In private, she was alone. And yet, Aria didn't break. She adapted. She observed. She stayed quiet, but never small. She learned to navigate the world of underground politics and whispered threats. She didn't chase Leonardo's attention or beg for his affection. That silence, more than anything, began to pull him in. He didn't understand her. She wasn't like the women who surrounded him. She didn't flatter. She didn't scheme. She didn't pretend. She simply existed-unmoved, unshaken, and completely uninterested in what he could offer. And that made her dangerous in a way he never expected. Behind closed doors, the air shifted. It wasn't warmth, not yet. But tension. A kind of awareness neither of them spoke of. There were stolen glances across marble halls, an accidental brush of hands, the heaviness of words left unsaid. Slowly, without meaning to, they became something more than strangers bound by contract. But not everyone welcomed the shift. Bella watched the world she thought was hers unravel. She had spent years imagining herself beside Leonardo-imagining power, love, and a name like Ricci attached to her own. Aria's marriage felt like betrayal. And in betrayal, she found rage. Jealousy turned sharp. Whispers turned into sabotage. Bella wasn't just heartbroken-she was humiliated. In her eyes, Aria had stolen the life she was born for. And she would stop at nothing to take it back. Tensions rose inside the house and outside its walls. Leonardo's enemies, always watching, began to notice his attention shifting. They saw in Aria something rare-a weakness they could exploit. In the shadows of loyalty and power, danger circled. A single misstep could mean war. Leonardo had never cared for weakness. But for the first time, he cared for her. What began as a calculated decision turned into something neither of them could define. He began to protect her-not out of obligation, but instinct. He saw how she moved, how she listened, how she began to understand the weight of the world she married into. And Aria, who once only wanted freedom, now had to decide what that meant. Because freedom might mean walking away. And leaving might mean losing everything they'd quietly built. As Bella pushed further into chaos, as enemies in the criminal underworld sharpened their blades, as Leonardo's control began to fray beneath the pressure of emotion he didn't know how to name-Aria became the center of it all. No longer the invisible sister. No longer the quiet girl. She was the wife of a man feared by an entire city. A woman others wanted to break, who refused to bend. A girl who once lived in shadows, now standing in the most dangerous spotlight of all. Their marriage wasn't romantic. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't built on dreams. But it was real. And in the world they belonged to-real was the only thing that survived.
Married To The Ruthless Disgraced Billionaire

Married To The Ruthless Disgraced Billionaire

I was once the untouchable heiress to the Schroeder empire, until a corporate fraud conviction stripped away my life and threw me into federal prison for five brutal years. On the day of my release, I stepped out into the freezing rain only to realize I had been utterly abandoned by everyone I loved. My family sent no one. My former best friends blocked my number, and high-society women took photos of my shivering, pathetic state for laughs. To survive, I made a desperate deal to act as the fake fiancée of Kayden Washington, a ruthless, disgraced billionaire fighting his own blood. But the moment we joined forces, the nightmare escalated. Our safehouse was ransacked, we were hunted by tactical hitmen in the dark, and my adoptive brother stole my dead mother's diary just to bribe me into leaving New York forever. Worse, the digital trail of my framing traced back to a top-tier operative manipulating both our families from the shadows. I didn't understand why my own family had sacrificed me like a worthless pawn to ignite a massive, invisible war. What dark secret was I actually taking the fall for? Just as Kayden and I prepared to burn both empires to the ground, a mysterious courier dropped a package at my door. Inside rested the Schroeder Patriarch's solid gold ring—the ultimate symbol of absolute power—sent directly to me, the disgraced exile. "They took your past, but I will give you the power to forge a new future." The game hadn't just changed. The board had been flipped, and I was going back to take the throne.