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The Wedding Planner's Billionaire Contract

The Wedding Planner's Billionaire Contract

He needed a wife to save his empire. I needed the money to save my future. Our marriage was supposed to be pure business... until our practiced kisses started feeling painfully real. ----------- As a wedding planner, I, Elena Torres, know a fake smile from a mile away. I just never thought I'd be wearing one in my own wedding photos. When reclusive billionaire Alexander Thorne offers me two million dollars to be his contract bride for one year, it's a simple deal: I play the perfect, doting wife to secure his merger, and I walk away with a fortune. The rules are clear: No real feelings. No messy attachments. Just cold, hard cash and a stunning diamond ring for the cameras. But the moment he pulls me close for our first "practice" kiss, a shocking spark ignites between us. His protective arm around me stops being an act, and the warmth in his storm-gray eyes looks terrifyingly genuine. Now, I'm falling for my own fake husband. And with paparazzi hunting our every move and his powerful family waiting for me to slip up, this marriage of convenience is becoming dangerously inconvenient for my heart. Can a love built on a lie ever become real? Or will our billion-dollar deal end in the most expensive heartbreak of all? A full-length, steamy billionaire romance featuring a marriage of convenience, fake dating, forced proximity, and a guaranteed happily ever after.
Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love

Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love

The phone call felt like a death sentence. "Killed in action." My husband, David Miller, a decorated Navy SEAL and the love of my life, was gone, leaving me and our five-year-old daughter, Lily, alone. But then, he walked through the door. He looked exactly like David, yet it wasn't him. It was Mark, David\'s identical twin brother, a man I knew to be a selfish, lazy bum, now wearing the mask of my heroic husband. He moved through the grieving relatives, accepting condolences, even letting Grandma Miller sob on his shoulder, all while his eyes met mine with a cold, calculating assessment, daring me to expose him. The nausea hit me, a wave of realization that this wasn' t grief; it was an act. He wasn\'t here to mourn; he was here to steal David\'s identity, to erase him to escape his own pathetic existence. And then fear for Lily, blissful in her coloring, replaced my grief. I had to protect her, no matter the cost. So, I stepped into the role of the devoted, grief-stricken widow. "David," I choked out, throwing my arms around him, "I thought I\'d lost you. They told me you were gone." He stiffened, but recovered quickly, his voice a cheap imitation of my real husband\'s. I played along, even when his girlfriend, Ashley, pregnant with his child, announced their "happy news" at David' s memorial, then demanded our house and savings. The audacity was sickening, but I feigned despair, exposing their cruel intentions to the shocked family. Later, in the backyard, I burned David' s belongings – a painful sacrifice. Mark and Ashley watched, enraged, as he remained trapped by the identity he' d stolen, unable to act for fear of exposing himself. Then Lily, innocent and pure, delivered the first crack in his facade. "Mommy," she asked, looking at Mark, "Why does Daddy look different? His eyes are mean." The words hung in the air, a child\'s innocent observation, but for the first time, I saw real fear in Mark\'s eyes. This was just the beginning. I would make sure he regretted the day he decided to come back from the dead.
The Billionaire's Toy

The Billionaire's Toy

"I am bound to punish you for breaking the rules," he said as he started undoing his tie. I swallowed, the thought of being punished by him terrified and excited me at the same time. I needed this. The heat pooled between my legs as I watched him undo his tie with one hand and his belt in the other. It was hot. He grabbed me by the neck, bending me over the table with my face down on the surface and my ass high up in the air. He caressed my soft flesh with his palm. "Count," he ordered, My brows furrowed in confusion, the haze of lust so heavy in my head that my brain failed to grasp his words. The first slap landed on my ass cheeks and I cried out. "Count," he barked. I whimpered but I nodded my head to his request. "One," I counted as the first slap came on my behind. I kept counting as he delivered blows to my now red ass. "Good girl," he murmured as he rubbed them gently, to take away the ache. I was moist and he could sense it. Dipping his finger into my pussy, he confirmed how wet I was for him. "Hmm," he hummed, embarrassment slammed into me with enough force. I barely knew this man and here I was letting him possess me. I liked it. I licked my lips in anticipation of what he wished to do, his lips touched the nape of my neck and I jumped. He licked the juncture of my neck, and the pulsating nerves there responded to his touch. "You taste so sweet," he murmured as he kissed his way down my neck. "T...thank you," I managed to get out. "Let me make you mine," he says,
The CEO's Secret Family

The CEO's Secret Family

Five years ago, I married Marcus Thorne, a powerful tech CEO. I cherished a fragile hope for our future, despite losing our first child and my father' s sacrificing his health to save Marcus' s life. That hope shattered at his company' s biggest gala. A young intern, Chloe, visibly pregnant, seized the microphone and triumphantly announced, "Marcus and I are expecting a child." The humiliation was absolute, but Marcus swore it was a drunken mistake. Yet three years later, I discovered he' d built a secret family with Chloe – not one child, but three, with another on the way. He dared to tell me, "I need heirs, Elara. You can' t provide them," as if I wasn't carrying our miracle baby. The very next day, Chloe, at his urging, hit me with her car at the airport. Marcus watched me bleed, then ripped my medical consent forms, sneering, "She doesn' t deserve to be saved." I lost our baby. Hours later, my father, whose life Marcus had once owed him, died while Marcus threatened his ventilator. How could my husband betray me so utterly, then inflict such unimaginable cruelty? My world, already scarred, was utterly destroyed. The raw grief, the agonizing injustice, threatened to consume me. But as I stood on a hospital rooftop, ready to end it all, a voice pulled me back. Liam. He once told me he owed me his life. Now, it was time for him to save mine, and for me to reclaim every piece Marcus had stolen.