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Arranged to the devil

Arranged to the devil

An arranged marriage is bad but what if it's was your highschool jerk and Mr perfect over years and he's the most evil man right now that he's called the devil. "Sapphire, do you fucking get already?". "I do, along the line I gave this marriage a change Anthony but you ruined it and you made me feel pathetic in highschool like I was a fucking nobody and you know that most pathetic part I had a crush on you in highschool and I was fucking falling I'm love with you but thank you Anthony for helping me out of it". "Fire, look I only did those things to you in highschool because_". "No, it's fine. you always claim me as yours in highschool and even now but guess what falling in love with you was my greatest mistake and trying to give the arranged marriage a chance was my grievous mistake". He dragged me closer to him as his hands on my shoulder as he growled at me with his eyes piercing into my soul "Fire, whether you like it or not you're mine!. Got that? the earlier you realize it the better it's for both of us. "in my world you're the queen piece my main piece". I looked at him with a smile on my face "I was never into chess because like you it's boring, so Anthony let me introduce you to my world snakes and ladder. you need to watch out because you might be bitten". He looked confused as I slammed my shoes into his foots as I make to the stairs as I look over my shoulder "I'm the keyword also in my scrabble game ain't I". "Fire,".He yelled as he rubbed his toes he looked beyond mad, I'm literally looking for a new definition to classify his anger as I make it to my room as I hear his groans. ".
The Neglected Genius: My Ex Husband's Regret

The Neglected Genius: My Ex Husband's Regret

For four years, Krystle had given up her brilliant academic career to be the perfect wife to her billionaire husband, Damion. But on the night of their anniversary, a $350,000 jewelry charge shattered her illusion. Hiding by the garage, she overheard him laughing with a friend, admitting the extravagant gift was actually for his ex-girlfriend, Dana. "Krystle? She's just the perfect trophy wife to keep my family off my back." The nightmare only worsened from there. When Krystle rushed to save his sister from a bloody car crash, his family falsely accused her of causing it. Damion publicly berated her, choosing to comfort Dana who had merely shown up with flowers. The final, devastating blow came when she overheard Damion promising Dana he would never let Krystle bear his heir, terrified the orphan would touch his fortune. Every sacrifice she made, every lonely night she endured, was just an unpaid, high-end housekeeping service to him. How could she have been so blindly devoted to a man who saw her as nothing more than a disposable placeholder? When an enraged Damion tried to force himself on her, thinking a child would chain her to him forever, Krystle finally snapped. She kneed him hard, leaving him groaning in agony on the floor, and dragged her suitcase out of the bedroom. "Damion Winters, we're done." Stepping out of the suffocating villa, she dialed her old mentor with chilling calm: "I need the best divorce lawyer you know."
The Unwanted Wife's Final Silent Escape

The Unwanted Wife's Final Silent Escape

For five years, Daphne played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Damian Sterling. But on their fifth anniversary, her only gift was a divorce petition. Damian wanted to officially replace her with the woman he kept tucked away, Isabelle. To speed up the process, Isabelle deliberately plunged her own hand into scalding soup and framed Daphne for the burn. Damian didn't hesitate to violently shove Daphne to the floor. "How can you be so cruel? You're a vicious, pathetic woman!" He rushed his mistress to a VIP hospital suite, while Daphne collapsed from sheer exhaustion and was dumped in a noisy public ward. He only visited to demand she apologize to Isabelle and sign the papers. Later, Damian found Daphne's old locket and accused her of cheating with his cousin. He had no idea she had actually spent years bound by a non-disclosure agreement, secretly protecting his family from a devastating scandal. She had endured his coldness, hoping he would one day love her and the two secret children he didn't even know existed. But as Isabelle mocked her, revealing that even Daphne's custom designer gown was just Isabelle's rejected leftover, Daphne finally understood. Her entire marriage was a second-hand life. The last spark of hope died, replaced by a vast, terrifying peace. Daphne calmly signed the divorce papers using her maiden name, packed a small suitcase, and walked out of the penthouse forever.
Reborn To Love My Ruthless Billionaire

Reborn To Love My Ruthless Billionaire

Jaclyn woke up in the sterile hospital room after falling down the stairs. The nurse delivered the devastating news: she had bled heavily and lost her baby. But before she could even cry, her trusted cousins, Katelyn and Cherri, locked the door and revealed the horrifying truth. "It wasn't an accident," Katelyn smirked, pinning Jaclyn's arm down. "The lubricant on the top step was a very deliberate choice." They needed her broken and unstable. They had forged her signature, draining her massive trust fund to save their uncle's bankrupt business. What shattered Jaclyn's world was the fresh hickey on Cherri's neck. Her lover, Bradford, had helped plan the entire murder. When Jaclyn tried to scream, they smothered her with a pillow, framing her as a lunatic having a mental breakdown. Two weeks later, when she confronted them, Bradford violently shoved her through a second-story glass window to silence her forever. As she fell to her death, the husband she had spent her life hating—the ruthless billionaire Gaines—burst through the doors. He threw himself forward, his face filled with pure terror, desperately trying to catch her. When her body hit the stone patio, Gaines fell to his knees in her blood, weeping and begging her not to close her eyes. Until her last breath, Jaclyn was consumed by suffocating regret. Why did she trust the monsters who killed her, and hate the only man who truly loved her? Opening her eyes again, she was back in the penthouse, exactly one month into her marriage with Gaines.
Prince Regent, Take Care of Your Mischievous Wife

Prince Regent, Take Care of Your Mischievous Wife

[Rich, violent, arrogant and bossy female leading role] The young and beautiful Princess Ning was blessed with a glass of poisoned wine, and after her death, her soul remained intact, trapped for five years. She was reborn and went back to the days of two years ago, and became the most Fierce Flower in the General's Mansion. Accidentally, she had been chosen as an emissary to the underworld and had only one year to live. The soon-to-be dead Fierce Flower was a little bit sad. How could I die before I get my revenge? There was a bright future ahead: get rid of demons and ghosts, abuse bitches and earn health points. The deceased returned and let those pay their debts in blood. What you owed me, I would get back a hundredfold! [The noble and cold male leading role] Once, he was the beautiful Prince Ning, and she was the virtuous Princess Ning, who only envied lovebirds but not immortals. Now, he was the Prince Regent of the world, and she was a fierce little girl, who would never meet each other. The years had gone by, and things had changed. I would compensate her a thousand times for what I had owed her! [Extra: What if my family loves me too much?] My father doted on me, my mother defended me. The older brothers punched up without saying a word. The sisters-in-law slammed money at their wills. How could I live like that? This was forcing me to go to heaven!
The Psychopath's Doctor (His cure)

The Psychopath's Doctor (His cure)

"Let me go," I screamed, my voice echoing off the walls, as the unnervingly attractive man, who was supposed to be my patient, forcefully pinned me down onto his bed. His dark eyes gleamed with a mix of madness and obsession as he restrained me, an unsettling grin stretching across his face. "You are so beautiful, Momma...so incredibly beautiful," he murmured, his gaze locked onto me with an intensity that made my skin crawl. It felt as though he was completely in his own world, a place where my desperate pleas for freedom did not exist. This sickening façade he wore, as though he were talking to someone other than the terrified woman he had trapped, made my stomach churn in disbelief. This nightmarish situation was not what I had anticipated when I had agreed to serve as the personal doctor for this deranged individual. I thought I could help him, perhaps even make a difference in his life, but now it was clear-I had misjudged him entirely. He was proving my worst fears right, unraveling the fantasies I had spun about saving him, revealing instead a horrifying reality that I had been foolish to ignore. "Let me go, you crazy bastard!" I shouted again, my voice filled with desperation and frustration, rising above the din of my racing heart. But he only responded with a low, deranged chuckle that sent shivers down my spine, a sound so chilling it resonated with his unstable mind. "Yes, Momma, I'm crazy for you," he declared, his voice tainted with unhinged fervor as he slowly trailed his hands from my abdomen down to my thighs. A sharp gasp escaped my lips, a reflexive reaction to his touch that was both unwelcome and shocking, a physical violation that left me stunned. "You love what I'm doing... don't you?" he taunted, his twisted grin widening as he watched my horrified expression. Before I could even process what was happening, he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine in a brief yet jarring peck. My body recoiled involuntarily, a mixture of shock and revulsion flooding my senses as the boundaries of my professional duty shattered against his deranged advances. In that moment, I realized just how dire my situation truly was. This was not merely a confrontation with a patient; it was a dangerous game of survival against a man whose reality was warped, and I was the unwilling object of his twisted affections. It was a sickening realization, one that filled my thoughts with a desperate urgency to escape his grasp before it was too late. "How dare you? You absolute psychopath!" I exclaimed, my voice tinged with disbelief and outrage. My initial shock from his unexpected kiss hit me like a bolt of lightning-an overwhelming mix of surprise and confusion coursed through my veins. "What on earth do you think you're doing? Let me go this instant!" I demanded, my heart racing as I stared into his eyes, filled with an unsettling mixture of amusement and intensity. To my astonishment, he merely grinned again, displaying a strikingly beautiful set of teeth that somehow made the situation all the more unnerving. "You know... I really can't stand it when anyone labels me as a psychopath," he replied, his tone light but laced with an unsettling undercurrent of danger. "But oddly enough, when you say it... I can't help but feel incredibly turned on." His chuckle sent a shiver down my spine, and before I could fully process his words, he leaned in and playfully bit my earlobe. The unexpected sensation caused a soft mewl to escape my lips, a reaction I couldn't quite control despite my attempts to resist him. In truth, I had been trying desperately to push him away from me, my instincts screaming for me to flee. Yet, lately, the things he said and the way he touched me were creating an undeniable impact, stirring something within me that I had long kept buried. It was confusing and frightening, igniting a war between my rational mind and my body's instictual responses. "You're so unbelievably beautiful," he continued, his gaze fixed intently on me as if he were drinking in every detail of my being. "And I can't help but feel this overwhelming curiosity about how you'll moan my name." His laughter echoed in the air, hysterical and wild, heightening my anxiety and leaving me feeling more scared and vulnerable than ever. "Get ready, Kimberly Wilson ..." he said, the intensity of his words causing my breath to catch in my throat. "We're going to have a tremendous amount of fun together, and I sincerely hope you're prepared for what's to come." With that, he smashed his lips onto mine with such force that it left me utterly gobsmacked. The world around us faded away, leaving only the chaotic swirl of emotions and the undeniable tension between us as I tried to grapple with the reality of this moment. Ok what the hell did I get myself into?, I should have known I should have declined to Mr Felix decision that I should be this mad man's doctor, Now look at what's happening,I thought and as the Psychopath