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My Heiress Life, My System

My Heiress Life, My System

Chapter 1 of my life was a fairy tale: Jocelyn Todd, orphan no more, adopted by the wealthy Scott family and about to marry a charming scion. My engagement party was a lavish spectacle, a testament to the love and affection I' d finally found. Standing beside my "protective" older brother, Andrew, watching my fiancé Ethan across the lawn, I finally felt loved, complete. But then, as I took my first step towards my future, my world fractured. Bright, glowing text flooded my vision, overlaying the perfect scene: "LOL, she' s actually crying. A few worthless stock certificates and she' s totally fooled. So naive." My family' s affectionate smiles transformed into chilling masks as I read on, discovering their monstrous plan. The year of love was a performance, and I was merely a prop to boost their "Likeability Score." Once official, they'd frame me for a corporate crime, strip me of everything, and dispose of me, all to benefit Gabby, their real "daughter." The warmth in my chest turned to ice. They weren't just betraying me; they were orchestrating my destruction. My "parents," "brother," and fiancé-all in on it. They saw me as a disposable pawn, intended for a tragic, convenient "accident." The thought of facing this chilling reality, alone and betrayed, was paralyzing. But then, a defiant spark ignited. My tears weren't of gratitude anymore, but of cold, hard resolve. I still clutched the portfolio of "worthless" stock, and a new comment flashed: "The certificates are fakes!..." It was all a lie. I took a deep breath, the trembling in my voice purely intentional. "Before we make it official," I smiled sweetly, holding up the portfolio, "could we have the family lawyer notarize this transfer right now?" The panic on their faces, the sudden plummet of their "score," confirmed everything. My supposed doom was their control. This wasn't merely survival; it was war.
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 Comeback Heiress

The Comeback Heiress

My eyes flew open, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. This wasn't just a nightmare; it was a horrifying memory-a visceral replay of my own brutal death. My inherited room was familiar, luxurious, yet the images flickering behind my eyelids were stark and terrifyingly real: a twisted metal car wreck, my own choked screams echoing in a silent void. Before that, the faces of those who had meticulously orchestrated my demise flashed into view. Izzy Vance, my father's "charity case," who wore my family's legacy and my triumphs like her own skin. Channing "Chad" Astor III, my indifferent fiancé, his eyes dismissing me as a mere stepping stone. Even my own brother, Harrison, looking right through me, his ruthless ambition a cold, sharp blade that cut me down. They hadn't just killed me; they had systematically dismantled my life, piece by hateful piece, before ending it all in a fiery crash that was no accident, but a calculated murder. And now, inexplicably, I was back. 21 again. On the precise day my public downfall began in that wretched past life. The day of the infamous "Starlight Seraph" necklace incident, the manufactured tantrum, and tailored narrative that branded me as jealous and unstable. The memory of their insidious treachery, of being utterly played, burned with an acidic clarity. Why was I sent back to this cruel inflection point? How could I have been so blind? The injustice was a suffocating shroud, but beneath it, a freezing rage began to ignite. But no. Not this time. This time, there would be no tears, no agonizing screams. This time, I would not just survive. This time, I would utterly win.
His Blind Revenge

His Blind Revenge

"Why am I here, Ariv?", She asked him while clutching her clothes tightly. She was nervous because She was alone with the beast. "For Welcoming your death", He said as his gazes were screaming and sending chills down her spine. "Death?", She murmured and her breathing labored because of his words and those intense gaze. Ariv chuckled darkly when he saw fear, pain, and panic in her black eyes. Sweats started to form on her forehead. "I don't want to die", She thought and stared back into his chocolate brown eyes which held power and ruthlessness. It was clear to her now that her cover was blown away. "You're a Beast", She shouted at him but he laughed sinisterically. While looking at her and replied in his monotone voice, "I'm worse than the BEAST. ~Ariv Arjun Kashyap (Fai) is 20 years old, the youngest Quadruplet of Arjun and Pashika Kashyap, and is a complete Bad Boy with a Rough and Tough Personality. He loves his family and his baby sister is his heart. A straightforward BEAST who always says to the point whether you like it or not? But something went wrong in his life when someone dared to hurt his baby sister and now BEAST is raging in fire to take his Revenge. ~ChitraGandha Aggarwal twenty-two-year-old Beauty is trapped in the world of darkness and searching for the light. What will happen when they clash or unknowingly BEAUTY herself gets trapped in the unseen world of the BEAST? One is Fire 'Beast' & Another one is Water 'Beauty' In all these games of revenge, ChitraGandha has a secret hidden in her heart and doesn't want anyone to know about this but Beast is ready to unveil every secret of her in the journey of HIS BLIND REVENGE. [Mature Content 18+, age gap, dark romance, Mystery/ thriller]. Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️
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.
UPGRADED, From Trash Ex to Billionaire Husband

UPGRADED, From Trash Ex to Billionaire Husband

BLURB "Sever all ties with Tray. Then sign the document on the table." ​Lauren froze. He knew Tray's name? ​"Why?" she whispered. ​"I have no interest in being someone's side-piece. It's a three-year marriage contract." ​"Marriage?" ​She had been bracing for a termination letter, not a wedding ring. She stared at him, convinced she was hallucinating. "Mr. Dashiel... are you talking to me?" ​"Is there someone else in the room?" ​Lauren's brain short-circuited. Why would he want this? She immediately doubled down on her professionalism. "Mr. Lewis, last night was an accident. I'll never mention it. I'll never tell a soul." ​"I'll just be a loyal employee. I'll work twice as hard for the company." ​Dashiel leaned in, his gaze intense and unyielding. ​"You don't understand, Lauren. You don't have another choice." - For five years, Lauren believed the only thing standing between her and a wedding ring was her boyfriend Tray's empty pockets. Driven by a vision of their shared future, she threw herself into her work, penny-pinching and grinding for years just to afford a roof over their heads. ​The illusion shattered when she discovered the truth: Tray wasn't struggling; he was a literal prince playing at poverty. The hardship he shared with her-eating instant noodles in a cramped apartment-was merely a novel experience for him. While she wore cheap clothes she'd sacrificed to buy, he viewed her entire existence as low-class. His refusal to marry wasn't about finances, but about her lack of status. ​Disgusted by the charade, Lauren walked away without looking back. However, her life took a sharp turn when a post-breakup encounter led her into the bed of her boss, Dashiel Lewis.
Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

[WARNING 18+] This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression. - "Do you know how much I wished you wouldn't come near me, or even... touch me?" Zeath drones on. "All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl-like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another." "We?" I croak out. Then Zeath's fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better. "Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it's your choice." >>>>> When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner. Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her-a child Zeath didn't deserve. She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath's only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child's lives once more?