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Unexpected Vows: From Jilted Bride To His Rival's Wife

Unexpected Vows: From Jilted Bride To His Rival's Wife

Claudia and Anthony had known each other for twelve years. After three years of dating, their wedding date was set. The news of their intended marriage shook the entire city. Emotions were high as many women grew extremely jealous of her. At first, Claudia couldn't be bothered about the hate. But when Anthony abandoned her on the altar after receiving a call, she was devastated. "Serves her right!" All of her enemies took pleasure in her misfortune. The news spread like wildfire. In a strange turn of events, Claudia posted an update on social media. It was a picture of her with a marriage certificate which she captioned, "Call me Mrs. Dreskin from now on." While the public was still trying to process the shock, Bennett—who hadn't posted on social media in years—made a post with the caption that read, "Now a married man." The public went agog. Many people labeled Claudia as the luckiest woman of the century as she had struck gold by marrying Bennett. Even a baby knew that Anthony was an ant compared to his rival. Claudia had the last laugh that day. She relished her enemies' shocked comments while remaining humble. People still thought that their marriage was odd. They believed that it was just a marriage of convenience. One day, a journalist was bold enough to ask for Bennett's comment on his marriage to which he answered with the softest smile, "Marrying Claudia is the best thing that ever happened to me."
Shotgun Wedding: Married To An Undercover Billionaire

Shotgun Wedding: Married To An Undercover Billionaire

Rhonda was a lover girl to a fault. After her boyfriend of many years lost his job, she didn't mind paying his bills. She put his needs before hers. She also babied him so he wouldn't feel depressed. And how did he pay her back? He cheated on Rhonda with her friend! Rhonda was so heartbroken. To spite her cheating ex, she seized the opportunity to get married to a man she had never met. Eliam—her husband was a traditional man. He told her that he would be responsible for all the bills at home and she didn't have to lift a finger. Rhonda sneered at him, concluding that he was one of those men who loved to boast about their ability. She thought her marriage life would be a living hell. On the contrary, Eliam turned out to be a doting, clingy, and understanding husband. He cheered her on to climb the corporate ladder. More so, he helped her with the housework and gave her the free hand to decorate their home. It didn't take long before they began to lean on each other like a team. Eliam was a problem solver. He never failed to come through for Rhonda whenever she was in a dilemma. At a glance, he seemed like an ordinary man, so Rhonda couldn't help but ask him how he was able to do so many difficult things. Eliam humbly brushed it off. In the blink of an eye, Rhonda rose to the top of her career with his help. Life was beautiful for them until one day. Rhonda stumbled on a global business magazine. A man on the front page was staring back at her. He had the face of her husband! What the hell! Was he a twin? Or was he hiding a big secret from her all this while?
Undercover Heiress: The Ruthless CEO's Trap

Undercover Heiress: The Ruthless CEO's Trap

Eleonore was the secret apprentice of a master jeweler and the hidden heir to the Pierce family legacy. She spent two years in brutal training, hiding her immense talent from the world. But just as she was ready to step out of the shadows, her grandfather's final masterpiece—the lost symbol of her family—surfaced at an auction. Before she could even place a bid, it was bought in a private sale by Keaton Kaufman, the ruthless CEO of the Carlyle Group and her mentor's greatest enemy. Eleonore desperately tried to buy it back, offering double the price through powerful connections. Keaton coldly refused all offers. Instead, he went on live television and announced that the priceless Pierce family artifact would be used as a mere corporate carrot. "This piece will be the grand prize for our internal design competition," Keaton declared to the cameras. Eleonore's fingernails dug into her palms until they bled. He didn't care about the craftsmanship or her family's history; he was just using her grandfather's legacy as a pawn to stress-test his own employees. The wall between her and her family's heirloom was made of billions of dollars, and she had no way to break it down from the outside. So, she made a reckless decision. She deleted her elite background, stripped away her protective armor, and created a fake resume as a desperate, entry-level nobody. She clicked send on her job application to the Carlyle Group. If she couldn't buy her family's legacy back, she was going to infiltrate his empire and win it back herself.
The Unwanted Orphan: Now A Zillionaire Heiress

The Unwanted Orphan: Now A Zillionaire Heiress

Endowed with a billion-dollar fortune, Ira Lopez, the state's top-secret foster daughter groomed from childhood, was finally assigned a set of legal guardians! Unexpectedly, she was sent away by three families in a row, and every social kinship training ended in total failure. It was not until the Vaughn family adopted her that the poor little Ira was showered with endless money day and night by her adoptive parents, who put on elaborate displays of doting parental affection for her. Envious people lost their minds and spread vicious rumors: "Ira Lopez has no real skills at all-she's just faking misfortune to swindle the Vaughns!" Yet the very next day, a president of an Ivy League university greeted her personally: "Professor Ira, your laboratory is fully furnished and ready for use." The richest tycoon knelt down and held out a contract: "Boss, our annual financial report shows a 300% surge in profits!" The international hacker alliance erupted in panic online: "Our supreme leader! If you don't log back on soon, the global financial systems will collapse!" As Ira's countless hidden identities were exposed one after another and the entire internet went wild, Barrett Ferguson, the notoriously cold, ruthless elite newcomer of the capital city, suddenly pinned her against a wall. He brushed the pad of his thumb gently over her lips and drawled, "Mrs. Ferguson, had your fun? It's time to come home and bear our children." Ira's ear tips blushed bright red as she stammered, "I-I don't want to have kids!" The man let out a low chuckle, pulled out the world's one-of-a-kind supreme black card, and pressed it into her palm: "Give me one child, and I'll gift you a private island."
The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk

The Secret Wife Of Hollywood's Monk

Ivy wasn't just another D-list actress struggling to survive in the shark-infested waters of Hollywood. She was secretly Mrs. Holt Nicholson, the wife of the world’s most famous, elusive, and supposedly celibate movie star. The secret that kept her safe became her cage during a high-profile charity gala. A loose thread on the red carpet sent her stumbling, and her hands landed directly on Holt’s crotch in front of a thousand flashing cameras. By the next morning, Ivy was the most hated woman on the planet. The hashtag #IvySnowMolester trended number one worldwide. Her L’Oreal deal was dead, her upcoming series fired her, and her rival, Kennedy Gilmore, led a public crusade to bury her for good. Paparazzi laid siege to her apartment while fans leaked her address on the dark web. She wasn't just losing her career; she was being hunted like a predator. The world saw a violation, but Ivy knew the truth—it was a freak accident. Holt had even gripped her arm to steady her, a detail the cameras conveniently missed. Now, she was trapped between a mob demanding her head and a husband whose silence felt like a death sentence. Desperate to save her, Ivy’s agent told a massive lie: they weren't married, they were "cousins." Ivy expected a lawsuit from Holt’s shark lawyers, but instead, the superstar publicly claimed her as family and snubbed her enemies. He didn't serve her divorce papers; he ordered her to move into his high-tech fortress to prep for the role of a lifetime, proving that being "family" was far more dangerous than being a stranger.
The Pitiful  Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

The Pitiful Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

I was the "mute kitten" of billionaire CEO Brice Salazar, a submissive wife who never said a word. For three years, I played the part of the perfect, damaged trophy he rescued from a war zone, living in a mansion that felt like a marble prison. Everything shattered when I caught him with his mistress, Lola Vane. While I sat silently in the shadows of a private club, I heard Brice laughing with his inner circle, calling me "damaged goods" and a "high-maintenance signature machine" who was only useful for signing legal documents. The betrayal went deeper than a secret affair. I discovered a voice memo where Brice planned to have me committed to a Swiss sanitarium the moment my trust fund vested. He wanted to lock me away in a padded room forever so he could keep my money and his freedom. He even bought two identical pink diamond bracelets-one for me to fix his public image, and one for the woman he was actually sleeping with. I realized my "hero" never loved me. He didn't save my life in Kandahar out of mercy; he acquired me like a failing company, exploiting my trauma to ensure my silence. He treated me like a tenant in my own home while planning to erase my very existence. But Brice forgot one thing: before I was his mute wife, I was "The Surgeon," an operative who knew exactly how to handle a predator. I tricked him into signing a separation agreement worth billions and wore a blood-red dress to a gala to hire his greatest enemy, Damon Yates, to eat him alive. Just as the trap was set, my world tilted. The morning sickness hit me with the force of a freight train. I wasn't just escaping a monster anymore; I was carrying his child, the ultimate leverage in a war that had just become life or death.