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Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival

Marrying My Cheating Ex's Billionaire Rival

Averie Stein was three months away from a billionaire wedding that would merge two of Manhattan's most powerful families. Then, an anonymous photo showed her fiancé, Preston, intimately holding hands with a rising starlet at a private club. Averie marched right into his VIP booth, poured a glass of whiskey over his perfectly styled hair, and dropped her five-carat engagement ring on the table. But the fallout was suffocating. Preston's mother immediately threatened her, demanding she swallow the insult to protect their stock prices. Her own family, the Steins, completely ignored her humiliation, preparing to force her back into the cheating bastard's arms just to save the corporate alliance. Averie felt a chilling despair. She had played the perfect, obedient heiress her entire life, only to be treated like a disposable pawn by everyone she trusted. How could she possibly escape this gilded cage when both billionaire dynasties were hunting her down, determined to control her fate? Just as she walked out into the cold night, a sleek Maybach pulled up to the curb. Inside sat Fielding Everett—Preston's absolute worst rival and most ruthless competitor. He handed her a tablet with a marriage contract, offering absolute protection, a hundred million dollars a year, and the ultimate revenge. "Averie Stein, marry me." Realizing this was the perfect weapon, she signed her name without hesitation. By nine a.m. the next morning, while Preston was still frantically tearing the city apart looking for her, she walked out of City Hall as Mrs. Everett.
Divorcing The Cold Billionaire After Baby Birth

Divorcing The Cold Billionaire After Baby Birth

Aria Miller was forced to marry billionaire Victor Sterling to pay for her dying grandmother's medical bills. She was six weeks pregnant after one accidental night. But Victor despised her, convinced she was a scheming gold digger who used her body as a bargaining chip. Right after signing the marriage papers at City Hall, he dumped her at a decaying, rat-infested apartment in Queens and drove away in his Rolls-Royce. He cut her off entirely, leaving her to scrub rotting floors and eat discounted groceries while pregnant. He expected her to break. When his grandmother forced him to stay over to keep up appearances, his team hauled in piles of luxury luggage. During a surprise video call from his grandmother, Victor pinned Aria to the wall, intimately stroking her hair. "Smile, or the nursing home stops getting checks," he whispered into her ear. But the second the screen went black, he shoved her away in absolute disgust, looking at her like she was a disease. Aria was suffocating. She never wanted his money, yet she was trapped in this nightmare, treated like a worthless parasite. When Victor smirked and threatened to leave her with nothing, the dam inside her finally broke. Aria didn't cry. Instead, she grabbed a raw, dripping egg and smashed it directly into the center of his bespoke midnight-blue suit. Staring into his shocked, murderous eyes, she made her terms clear. "The day this baby is born, I want a divorce."
The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

The Cold CEO's Unwanted Genius Wife

I stood in the darkest corner of the Pierre Hotel’s ballroom, my cheap polyester dress itching against my skin while my wristband buzzed with a DARPA Priority Red alert. In front of the city’s elite, my fiancé Bryce Calloway took the stage, not to toast our future, but to publicly end our engagement and announce he was with my sister, Chloe. The room turned on me instantly, a hundred pairs of eyes pinning me down with pity and disgust as they physically backed away like I was contagious. When I returned home, my mother shattered a crystal vase at my feet, screaming that I was a humiliation and a "dropout" who didn't deserve a cent of the family fortune. Chloe and Bryce mocked me, laughing when I told them I had a mission with the National Security Agency, convinced I was either a pathological liar or a low-level criminal. They watched in horror as a black, unmarked military helicopter descended on our backyard to extract me, yet they still chose to believe I was being arrested for drug trafficking. They saw a pathetic girl who couldn't even parallel park, never realizing I was Dr. Nova Vance, the lead physicist behind the world's first successful fusion reactor. To secure funding for my research and gain a "fortress" of a name, I signed a thirty-day marriage contract with the arrogant billionaire Roman Knight. He treats me like a fraud, convinced I’m a gold-digger who failed out of college, while I quietly run global energy simulations from his guest bedroom. He has no idea that the "loser" he’s forced to live with is the same anonymous grandmaster who has been ruthlessly crushing him in online strategy games for months. "The contract is active," I told him, looking past his expensive suit. "But don't expect me to be your maid."
Inferno Heiress: Freed From Hell To Reclaim My Empire

Inferno Heiress: Freed From Hell To Reclaim My Empire

Hayley was betrayed by those who should have loved her most. To save their precious adopted daughter from a punishment she deserved, her own parents sent Hayley straight into a living hell-an infamous prison where survival demanded cruelty, and weakness meant death. Four years later, the girl who had entered those iron gates no longer existed. She emerged with a single, unbreakable rule carved into her soul: Every betrayal would be repaid tenfold. The day she walked free, the world trembled. A convoy of luxury cars lined the road. A legion of loyal followers awaited her triumphant return. Her father tried to buy her silence with money. But money had long lost its power over her. Her adopted sister hid behind sweet words and false kindness. But empty smiles no longer fooled her. Everything that had once been stolen would be reclaimed-piece by piece. When her parents attempted to tie themselves to the city's most feared man by offering their adopted daughter, Hayley's lips curved into a cold smirk. "Not on my watch." Backed by a legendary hacker, shadowy allies, and an entire prison willing to burn the world for her, Hayley dismantled her enemies with terrifying precision. Then the tyrant noticed her. "You're interesting," he said. "Be my woman, and the city is yours." Hayley raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You want to own me? Survive me first." High society became their battlefield. Power collided with desire. Ambition clashed with obsession. In this ruthless game of dominance and temptation, only one would kneel first. The girl once abandoned in hell rose from its ashes, crowned by fire and vengeance-And in the end, even the most feared ruler in the city would bow, offering his empire to the woman who had conquered both hell... and him.
The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."