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The Hundred Million Dollar Contract Wife

The Hundred Million Dollar Contract Wife

The auctioneer's hammer fell, wiping out the Hayes family empire and leaving Elara with a crushing nine-figure debt and a critically ill mother. Her last lifeline was her fiancé, Blake Sterling. But when his Bentley pulled up outside the auction house, he didn't come to save her. "I can hardly marry a woman with a nine-figure debt attached to her name. Our family is a corporation, not a charity." In front of flashing cameras, he publicly broke their engagement, looking at her with cold, dismissive contempt. Stripped of her dignity, Elara returned the ring and walked out into a freezing blizzard until she collapsed in the snow. Her tragedy didn't end there. Her mother's cognitive decline rapidly worsened, requiring a private care facility that cost an impossible sum. Driven to an absolute dead end, Elara was forced to attend a humiliating "bride-finding" gala hosted by the elite Carlisle family, hoping to secure a rumored hundred-million-dollar settlement to save her mother's life. She was fully prepared to sell her pride and be assessed like a mere commodity. But she never expected the man sitting across the table to be Blake's legendary, ruthless uncle—the titan of Wall Street, Rhodes Carlisle. Desperate, she offered to act as his fake fiancée in exchange for the money. Rhodes calmly pushed a thick, leather-bound prenuptial agreement toward her. "A fiancée is a temporary arrangement with no legal standing. We get married." Elara picked up the pen and signed her name, instantly wiping out her debt and officially becoming her ex-fiancé's aunt.
Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum. She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection. The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her. Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind. "I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back." How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival. Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.
I Left, Glowed Up Now He's Begging For A Second Chance!

I Left, Glowed Up Now He's Begging For A Second Chance!

After giving birth, I lost my beauty when I started gaining weight in all the wrong places. Stretch marks. Soft stomach. Tired eyes. The same body that carried our child became the body my husband couldn't stand to look at. "I can't take you anywhere like this." That was what Marcus Hawthorne my powerful, untouchable CEO husband said to me the night he stopped bringing me to events. The whispers started after that. She let herself go. He deserves better. How embarrassing for a man like him. I heard them all. And Marcus? He never defended me. Instead, he grew colder crueler and distant each day. The same man I sacrificed my everything for made me feel like I was no longer worth loving. And when tragedy struck and I lost the only thing keeping me togheter -our child. I realized the bitter truth not only was I meant to grieve a failed marriage alone but a dead child too because Marcus didn't hesitate to replace us with his new family. And that was the breaking point for me. Determined to start over, I fled the country for my own sanity. Worked on the weight that had made me feel unattractive. Rebuilt the career I had abandoned for love until I became the successful woman I was always meant to be. Now seven years later I'm back. And guess who can't take his eyes of my new body? Marcus! Only he isn't the man I left behind. He's now being haunted with a very serious problem. One that only I could help him with and he's ready to do whatever it takes to get me back. But here's the problem. The woman who would have forgiven him no longer exists. And this woman here? She's not sure if she want to have anything to do with him again.
Too Late, Mr. Mills: Watch Me Leave

Too Late, Mr. Mills: Watch Me Leave

Adriana Guzman spent two agonizing days tearing through the freezing fog of the woods, searching for her missing five-year-old daughter. She finally found little Pippa curled up under a massive oak tree, her tiny body frozen solid and lifeless. Trembling, Adriana called her husband, Everette. Instead of panic, she heard the soft voice of his mistress in the background. "You think telling me my daughter is dead will make me book a flight home?" He laughed, accusing her of faking the tragedy for attention. When Adriana woke up in the hospital, Everette finally arrived, bringing his mistress with him. He shielded the other woman from Adriana's grief, threw a checkbook at her, and demanded she name her price to sign the divorce papers. He only believed the truth when the midday news broadcasted the discovery of Pippa's body. Exhausted and utterly broken by his cruelty, Adriana swallowed a hidden bottle of sleeping pills. As the darkness pulled her under, she felt a suffocating sense of injustice. Why had she wasted her life begging for a cold man's affection? Why did her innocent daughter have to die alone in the freezing mud while he drank champagne? But the end never came. Adriana opened her eyes to find herself twenty-one again, standing in a luxury hotel room as a younger Everette walked out of the shower to propose. This time, she smashed a crystal vase, pressed a jagged shard to her own bleeding throat, and looked him dead in the eye. "I would rather die right here than ever marry you."
Running From The Amnesiac Billionaire Tyrant

Running From The Amnesiac Billionaire Tyrant

Aliya woke up in a dingy, freezing apartment with a throbbing headache, only to realize a horrifying truth. She had transmigrated into the American romance novel she read just last night, becoming the ultimate vicious supporting character. The exhausted man walking through the front door was Cyrus Pace, an amnesiac billionaire currently living under the delusion that he was a broke laborer. The original owner had trapped him with fabricated memories of being childhood sweethearts. Worse, she relentlessly abused him. Her phone was filled with toxic texts calling him a useless loser, and she had just staged a psychotic hunger strike to force him to buy a designer bag. Cyrus already looked at her with bone-deep, visceral disgust. In the original plot, the moment he regained his memory, his ruthless revenge would send her straight to a maximum-security prison for the rest of her life. "Are you done playing your hunger strike game?" Hearing his cold, mocking voice, the sheer terror made Aliya's blood run cold. How was she supposed to survive living with a future tyrant who already despised her? Every time his massive shadow fell over their cramped, shared mattress, her heart stopped. A single wrong move—even a microscopic mistake like accidentally crossing a physical line—would completely seal her doom. Staring at the torn box of condoms hidden under the bed, Aliya made a desperate, life-or-death decision. She had to completely rewrite her toxic persona, secretly hustle a high-commission real estate job, and save enough money to flee the country before the billionaire remembered exactly who he was.