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His Mistress

His Mistress

She came here to clear her chaotic mind after witnessing her husband and his mistress having sex in their bedroom. She was furious, because even though she didn't love him, she remained loyal. She didn't want to destroy the family they had built, even if their marriage was just a business arrangement. She tried to love her husband and even wanted to have a child with him, but something always felt missing. It was as if he was searching for something more, and she could feel it too. But that didn't justify what he did. She had every right to file charges against them, but she didn't. Her husband begged her not to and promised he would never do it again. To cool her head, she decided to go to Elite Bar for the first time and have a vodka. Thankfully, their daughter was asleep when it happened, because if she hadn't been, she would have definitely filed for adultery and concubinage. "Hey there, beautiful lady. Why are you here alone? No friends with you or a boyfriend Wait, you're married?" the man commented in shock as he noticed the ring on her finger. She was mesmerized by his looks. He had amber eyes like copper, making her lose her senses. His aristocratic nose was striking from every angle, with thick lashes and brows that any woman would envy. A sharp jawline accentuated his masculinity, and his perfect white teeth and red lips looked irresistibly tempting. His top-knot hairstyle only added to his Adonis-like face. "What's your name?" he asked, surprising even himself with the boldness, considering she was clearly already taken. He grinned widely. "Damn, women who belong to others always seem drawn to me. But anyway..." He extended his hand. "I'm Erin De'Lucas. Single." His gaze deepened. Ember couldn't help but trace her eyes over his body, stunned by how sexy and hot he was. He wore a black shirt and black pants, and he had a piercing in his left eyebrow. She took his hand almost involuntarily, feeling his grip tighten. "I-I'm Ember Vernon. Nice to meet you." "You're beautiful," he gasped, caressing her face. "T-Thank you," she stammered, her voice weak. She wasn't sure if it was the vodka or just a natural reaction to him. He tilted his head, looking deeply into her eyes. "I don't normally interfere with other people's relationships, but seeing you right now, looking so stunning, makes me want to break my own rules. I want you to be mine." His breath was hot against her ear, sending shivers through her body. "Huh?" She was stunned by his words. He chuckled seductively and held her hand, staring at the ring darkly. "Will you give me the honor of being your other man, mi hermosa?" His gaze seemed to pierce her very soul. His aura screamed danger, yet she found herself drawn to it. She was married to Tyson, after all, and they had a daughter, Easter. But they didn't love each other-what was holding her back? Her daughter. "I-I don't-" Before she could finish, he covered her mouth with his large hand, her eyes widening in shock. His jaw tightened. "I don't accept rejection. I've had enough of it. Whether you like it or not, I'm already your other man. I don't care if you're married. I like you, and I want you to be mine. That's final, and you can't stop me from claiming you, starting tonight, mi reina." His voice was cold and dangerous. "Even your husband won't be able to stop me from having an affair with someone like you. This is your fault-you've captured my attention and my heart. Now face the consequences of being too irresistible." Without knowing how, she found herself agreeing as they sealed it with a torrid kiss that lasted all night. "I'm officially your forbidden love affair now, Mi Reina." Maybe it was time for her husband to taste his own medicine.
Gold Digger Wait for the Billonaire's Breakup Fee Not The Marriage!

Gold Digger Wait for the Billonaire's Breakup Fee Not The Marriage!

Shirley had been Lucas' girlfriend since their university days-obedient, well-behaved, sweet, and innocent, always clinging to him like a delicate bird in love. However, no one believed that Shirley and Lucas would have a future together. Lucas came from a prestigious family, born into wealth and privilege. The moment he graduated, he swiftly eliminated his rivals and became the president of The William Family, standing at the pinnacle with a bright future ahead. Meanwhile, Shirley came from a modest background, unfamiliar with the ways of high society. Perhaps the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her in this lifetime was meeting Lucas, who was on an exchange program at their university. Lucas himself never thought they would last forever. But since their relationship had been pleasant over the years, he had no complaints. Just as he signed the check, preparing to break up with her, he unexpectedly stumbled upon an online diary Shirley had been keeping: Day 1 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Hehe, officially his girlfriend now! So happy! ... Day 1674 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Almost five years now. F***, Lucas, you monster, I will kill you. Lucas' face turned dark. Shirley had a strong feeling that Lucas was going to break up with her tonight. She suppressed her excitement, carefully did her makeup, curled her hair, put on her best dress, and wore her usual gentle and understanding smile, waiting to receive her well-earned eight-figure breakup fee. The candlelight from their dinner flickered on Lucas' face. Lucas put down his phone, suppressing his anger. Staring at the gentle, lovely smile in front of him, he suddenly said, "Shirley," "Let's get married."
Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

I gripped the wheel of my Porsche through a Manhattan downpour, staring at the positive pregnancy test on the passenger seat. Haden's voicemail was my only answer. A semi swerved into my lane. Brakes failed. I slammed into the guardrail, airbags exploding, pain ripping through my gut. Headlights pierced the rain. My sister Corrie stepped out under an umbrella, smiling coldly. "Beauvais Fashion is liquidated. Dad's dying." Haden stood beside her, eyes dead, shoving equity papers through the window. "Sign, or no ambulance." I tore them up. Corrie lit a flare, tossed it onto the gas-soaked seats. Flames whooshed as they walked away. I woke strapped to an operating table, agony tearing me apart. "No heartbeat," the doctor said. Nurses pinned me down. Instruments invaded. Corrie dropped a death certificate on my chest, then set the room ablaze with alcohol and a cigarette flick. Smoke choked me. A cabinet blocked the door. I collapsed, burning. Then a man in black burst in, scent of cedar and tobacco, scooping me from the fire. Five years later, I'd rebuilt myself as Sloane, flawless and cold. I signed a sham marriage to Donavan Mason, nursing his dying grandfather in their estate—the house that swallowed my father's legacy. Betrayed by my lover and sister, child ripped away, identity erased—how could they do this? Who was the man who saved me? Now, I infiltrate their world, armed with secrets and scars, ready to burn them all down.
Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

For eight years, Anabelle poured her blood and sweat into building a life and a business empire with her fiancé, Antoine. Then, her sister Britany deliberately dragged her into the deep end of an estate pool, only to scream for help and play the victim. Antoine didn't even look at Anabelle as she choked on chlorine. He swam right past her thrashing body to rescue the perfectly fine Britany. Later at the hospital, Britany poured scalding coffee on her own arm and shrieked that Anabelle had pushed her. Without asking a single question, Antoine shoved Anabelle hard against a concrete wall. "You are completely unreasonable! She is already hurt, and you're still bullying her?" Antoine roared, scooping Britany up and leaving Anabelle alone to face the disgusted whispers of the crowd. Eight years of unwavering loyalty were shattered by a three-second performance. Anabelle's heart turned to ash. But the ultimate betrayal came when she packed her bags and opened her old college diary. Britany hadn't just stolen her fiancé—she had stolen Anabelle's secret perfume formula to crown herself a "genius perfumer," while Antoine had spent years presenting Anabelle's corporate strategies as his own. The agonizing grief evaporated, replaced by a crystal-clear, freezing resolve. Anabelle yanked off her three-carat engagement ring and threw it into the trash. With a terrifyingly powerful billionaire now stepping in to claim her, Anabelle picked up her phone to make a call. It was time to take back her life and tear them all down.
His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

My perfectly curated life, built on seven-figure deals and an untouchable career, shattered with a single phone notification. It was a photo of my husband, Mark Johnson, on a boat with another woman, her finger adorned with a diamond that wasn't mine, a smile on his face I hadn' t seen in years. The caption: "My future." The world spun. I walked out of a multi-million-dollar meeting and drove, aimless, until an unknown number rang. It was Ethan Hayes, my college sweetheart, a billionaire now. His invitation- "Come have a drink with me. For old times' sake"-felt like a desperate lifeline. I clung to him, fueled by betrayal, mistaking newfound passion for a fresh start. We divorced Mark quickly, publicly, brazenly, thinking it revenge. I was a fool. The nightmare began a month later. Explicit photos, private messages, my address-all leaked online. Chloe Miller, the marketing executive, became a public spectacle, a cautionary tale. My company fired me; clients vanished. Ethan' s number was disconnected. He was gone. Then the call came: my parents were dead, their hearts giving out under the weight of the scandal he created. He had orchestrated every single step. This wasn't love; it was meticulously planned, cold-blooded revenge. He ruined my life, my reputation, my family. And now, he wanted to buy my silence. I would rather starve than take a single dollar from the man who murdered my parents. And standing in my ravaged apartment, I finally understood the full, brutal truth: I was pregnant with his child.
The Demon Innocent Wife

The Demon Innocent Wife

"Ahhh! No! Don't kill me! Don't..." Sweat poured and Shu trembled due to the multitude of imaginations swirling in his mind at that moment. They had just finished the betrothal wedding and were currently gathered for dinner. While eating, he couldn't help but think of various things, especially knowing that he would be joining his husband after they finished eating. "Hays, erase! Erase! What am I thinking! He probably isn't that aggressive. Besides, I'm still a minor and this is just a pre-wedding. He probably won't force me to do anything with him tonight!" With that thought, his hands shook as he clutched his dress under the table, which was noticed by the man beside him who then smirked. He flinched slightly when the man suddenly leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Relax, I'm not your groom, Miss. Your groom couldn't attend today's wedding." Confusion replaced the fear and anxiety that had enveloped her when she heard what the man, who had exchanged rings with her earlier, said. "A-aren't you Mr. Griffin?" "No, Ma'am. I'm Lieutenant Carber, the General's right-hand man. I was instructed to represent him." "W-what?!" "You heard right, Ma'am. He was busy and couldn't attend. However, he did leave instructions regarding what you should do now that the wedding is over." "Huh! I can't believe it, he really might be the demon they say he is! I was wondering why this man seems kind and doesn't look like a demon, turns out he's not really the infamous demon general who will be my husband!" she blurted out in frustration. "Did you say something?" Lieutenant Carber asked as he finished talking to other people at the table. Shu smiled falsely and shook her head at the still serious lieutenant. "Hays, if my twin wasn't sick, I wouldn't have agreed to marry that general! So mysterious, he might be ugly and old like they say, and on top of that, he's supposedly Lucifer's nephew who lost two wives already! Omg wait! What if he's the reason for their deaths like they say? Grr, scary!" She hugged herself and whispered with her eyes closed in fear. "I-if that's the case, when will I ever see and meet him. Hays, that demon General!" Background of the Story Shu had been married for four years to a man she had never seen or heard speak. She wasn't supposed to be the one to marry him, but rather the only daughter of a wealthy family where her mother worked. It's a complicated story; all she knew was that she woke up married to a man she didn't know. All she knew was that he had a high status and was a General, protector of the only child of the country's first family. From what she heard, he was cruel, strict, and had a terrifying aura. Despite the fear she felt, she still awaited the day she would finally see and meet him.