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Substitute Marriage: The Billionaire's Hidden Queen

Substitute Marriage: The Billionaire's Hidden Queen

Cassie was sold to a terrifying billionaire as a substitute bride. To protect herself, she glued a grotesque, fake burn scar to her face. Her adoptive family and her ex-fiancé had stolen her massive trust fund, locked her in an asylum for years, and finally threw her to the wolves. They expected the ruthless Dane Frederick to torture and kill her the moment he saw her ruined face. At her ex's grand engagement party, her family publicly humiliated her. They mocked her cheap clothes, laughed at her scarred cheek, and even raised their hands to beat her, fully believing she was a helpless freak with no one to rely on. "Get on your knees and apologize, and I'll write you a check so you don't starve on the streets." But they didn't expect the billionaire to kick down the doors, wrap his coat around her, and bankrupt their entire bloodline overnight. Yet, as Cassie stood in the dark and peeled off her fake silicone scar to reveal her flawless face, a deeper terror gripped her. Tracing her stolen funds, she uncovered a name that made her blood run cold: The Syndicate. It was the exact nightmare organization that had locked her in the asylum. Why were they controlling her family? And why did the billionaire look at her with such desperate, hidden nostalgia? Cassie opened her encrypted laptop and dropped into the Dark Web. She wasn't just a discarded bride. She was the legendary hacker "Nyx," and she was going to burn them all to the ground.
His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

His Discarded Wife Was The Real Boss

I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean. But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh. When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money. "You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success. The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand. As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring. He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back. In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born. He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly. He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect. Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code. I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer. I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer. I wasn't going to just leave him. I was going to delete him.
Addicted To You (Morte Nera)

Addicted To You (Morte Nera)

Rated 18+. This story is dark, intense, and dangerously addictive. "Do you miss me, Bella... Mia?" She could recognize that voice even in her sleep. She stood frozen, looking at him with wide eyes. "W... what..." "What the hell are you doing in my house?!" she asked, his eyes moving across her body, especially on her exposed legs. He suddenly stood on his feet, and she moved back, his presence affecting her. "What happened to your elbow?" he asked. "Why should I tell you that? I owe you no explanation," she said, feeling uncomfortable under his scrutinizing gaze. He took three long strides towards her before pinning her to the wall, his hot breath fanning her neck. Lexi could feel her heart pounding in her chest as her eyes met his ocean-blue eyes. She hated to deny it, but he had grown much more handsome than before. A slow smirk appeared on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Lexi shook, trying to push him off, but he stood gallantly like a statue, his height towering above her. "Let me... go... now," her voice hoarse. "I hate repeating myself, Lexi. You might wanna start talking," he said in a warning tone, but she didn't reply. He suddenly gripped her two arms and raised them above her head, pinning them tightly to the wall. "Let go of me," she said. His right hand snaked under the towel, and she gasped when she felt his hands between her thighs. "You always want it the hard way, don't you, Bella... Mia?" he said as his hands traced her sensitive skin. --- A mafia king, Antonio Saint Claire, holds Lexi Thompson, a detective, captive in a toxic game. Now she must play by his rules to preserve her sanity. Will she break free from his toxic grasp or be consumed?
His Unwanted Wife Is Another Man's Treasure

His Unwanted Wife Is Another Man's Treasure

The exact moment Marcus Thorne, the most violent Capo on the East Coast, chose to leave our anniversary dinner to answer his mistress's call, I didn't cry. "Business," he rumbled, ignoring the untouched meal I had cooked. "Don't cause a scene, Ellie," he commanded before walking out the door. I later found out his "business" was a polo match with Izzy. She posted a photo of them laughing, her hand on his chest, wearing the shirt I bought him. When I tried to leave, he humiliated me publicly. He kissed her on stage at a gala, just to prove he could. He told his men I was merely acting out. "Ellie is the furniture," he laughed. "You don't throw away antique furniture just because you bought a new TV." But the final blow came when a bomb detonated at a family gathering. Marcus didn't look for me. He dove to cover Izzy with his body. He actually stepped over my bleeding leg to carry her to safety, leaving me in the dust and debris. He thought I was trapped. He thought I was dependent on his money and his name. He thought I would be waiting at home when he was done playing hero. He was wrong. I signed the divorce papers, destroyed my wedding ring, and boarded a one-way flight to Italy. Three months later, when he finally tracked me down in Tuscany, he fell to his knees in the street, begging me to come back. But I just held the hand of the man standing next to me—a man who treated me like a partner, not a prop. "You are trespassing," I said coldly. "Go home, Marcus."
His Promised Chaste Bride

His Promised Chaste Bride

Our gaze locks studying me like he's trying to piece something together. My breath catches in my throat. There's a deep, jagged scar that runs from beneath his left eye down to just under his ear. Instead of making him look rough, it only adds to his untamed, dangerous sex appeal. My eyes drift lower, down to his neck. A dragon tattoo. The moment I see it, my body tenses. He didn't flinch under my stare. He is breathtaking-mysterious, dark, and dangerously sexy. Every inch of him radiates strength, from his broad shoulders to the way his muscles flex under his shirt. There's something raw and powerful about him, something that sends desires down my clits I swallow hard, my throat dry. My gaze is fixed on his onyx eyes, so dark as they blend into the shadows. But there's something eerily familiar. "Why are you here?" His voice is low, almost a whisper, as his fingers trail down my cheek, tracing the curve of my jaw with a slow touch. "I... I don't-" My voice is tangled in a haze of alcohol and something far more dangerous. A smirk tugs at his lips. "I know what you're thinking," he murmurs, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth. "You want me to take you. To make you forget." Heat floods my body, and I can't stop myself from nodding. "Just for tonight," I breathe. "Make me forget." *** Alessia's arranged marriage to Vincenzo Moretti is meant to end a bloody feud between their families. But fate twists their destiny when they share a passionate night before the wedding. Vincenzo's contempt for Alessia's recklessness ignites a fiery tension between them. As they go through the dark world of mafia politics, Alessia must confront her worth when her father brands her a "chased bride." Will their marriage be the key to peace, or will it ignite a new wave of violence? Will their love survive Vincenzo's darkness, family secrets, and the weight of their families' hatred? Can Alessia redeem herself in Vincenzo's eyes, or will their union be forever tainted by the secrets of their past?