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Discarded Daughter: The Billionaire's True Lady

Discarded Daughter: The Billionaire's True Lady

As the adopted daughter of the wealthy Warren family, Azaria spent her whole life trying to please them. But during a yacht trip in a storm, her sister Hattie suddenly scratched her own arm until it bled and threw herself into their brother's arms. "Sister... why did you have to push me?" Hattie sobbed. Without listening to a single word of Azaria's explanation, her brother Ford nearly crushed her wrist and dragged her across the slippery deck. Her adoptive father, Arthur, looked at her with pure disgust. "The Warren family has no daughter as venomous as you," he said coldly. Then, without a second of hesitation, he kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her tumbling off the railing and into the freezing Atlantic. As she thrashed in the dark, churning water, her last sight was Hattie's victorious smirk and her family turning their backs on her. Saltwater flooded her lungs, bringing a tearing, agonizing pain. Family, love, belonging... it was all a cruel, elaborate lie. In her final moments of life, her despair turned into a burning hatred. If she lived, she would make them all pay in blood. Opening her eyes again, the smell of the ocean was replaced by the sharp scent of antiseptic. She was back in the hospital, exactly three month before her death. It was the day Hattie faked a car accident to claim she was blind, and her father and brother were forcing Azaria to sign a consent form to donate her corneas to her. Looking at their impatient faces and Hattie's crocodile tears, Azaria picked up the paperwork. Under their stunned gazes, she slowly and deliberately tore the consent form to pieces.
The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me

The Affair Revenge My Bestfriend's Husband Offered Me

"It's still her." Three words. That was all it took for the carefully constructed world of my last five years to shatter into dust at my feet. Zane didn't even have the decency to look away as he said it. For twenty years, I had been the third wheel. The reliable shadow to Jovienne's brilliant sun. I had buried my own feelings for Zane so deep I almost forgot they existed, only daring to dig them up and confess them after Jovi had left the country and broken his heart. We built a life. A marriage. I truly believed, in my foolish, hopeful heart, that it was my happy ending. Now Jovienne was back, and the illusion was gone. The love of my life saw me only as a consolation prize. As my world collapses, the last person I expect comfort from is her husband-a man as cold and polished as he is powerful. Vance sees the same betrayal in my eyes that he sees in his wife's. Leaning in, his voice a dangerous whisper, he proposed the unthinkable: "They are living in the past. Let's be each other's revenge. What do you say, Nerissa?" I should avoid at all costs. It was a game that could burn our broken worlds to the ground. But as I looked into his eyes and saw the same raw, humiliating betrayal reflected back at me, the answer poised on my lips wasn't "no." It was a terrifying, thrilling question. "What," I whispered, my voice steadier than I felt, "did you have in mind?"
The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

For three years, I endured a freezing, arranged marriage with Julian Carlisle-Vance, foolishly hoping my childhood crush would eventually warm his heart. But the moment his "friend" Seraphina called about a minor wrist ache, he abandoned me in our bed, rushing to her side and publicly flaunting his devotion online. When I finally handed him the divorce papers, willing to walk away with absolutely nothing, he refused to sign. Instead, he blackmailed me. He blocked the settlement for my younger brother's impending assault charges, using his freedom as leverage to force me into a sick ultimatum. "The marriage stays on paper, but in private, you will be my mistress." He wanted to strip me of my dignity, keeping me as a secret plaything while my own father conspired with Seraphina, putting my late mother's precious jadeite necklace up for auction just to punish my disobedience. Julian even twisted a moment of my vulnerability, accusing me of secretly loving his dead brother, using that paranoid delusion as an excuse to ruthlessly degrade me. I didn't understand why the man I loved hated me so much, or why my own family would sell my mother's soul to the highest bidder just to keep me leashed to a psychopath. But when I saw my mother's necklace headlining the Sotheby's VIP preview, the suffocating despair inside me finally burned away into a cold, clear rage. I wiped my tears and calmly began planning my appearance at the auction. They thought the necklace was a chain to bind me, but I was going to make it my weapon.
Oops! My Kept Boy Is the Billionaire Heir

Oops! My Kept Boy Is the Billionaire Heir

She thought she hired a handsome boy to soothe her wounded pride. She never expected him to be New York's most ruthless billionaire. When her unfaithful husband, Frank Walters, returned from Europe with his pregnant mistress clinging to his arm, he expected Camille Garner to keep quiet and play the dutiful, obedient wife. Instead, Camille handed him a public humiliation at the airport and demanded a divorce, severing her ties with his toxic family once and for all. For three years, Camille had maintained a discreet, paid arrangement with Cody-a young, attentive companion who offered her the warmth her marriage lacked. Ready to make a clean break from her past, she handed him a seven-figure check to end their deal. Cody tore the check to shreds. Because "Cody" was never a broke student. He was Kellen Prince-the enigmatic, untouchable CEO who ruled New York's financial empire. When her ex-husband's life spirals into bitter regret, and jealous rivals scheme to destroy her career and identity, Kellen steps out of the shadows. He offers her a new contract-one with absolute protection, unwavering luxury, and a dark, possessive devotion she can no longer resist. Together, they walk into the high-society battlefield to tear down every enemy in her path. Kellen isn't just offering her shelter; he's making a declaration to the entire city: Camille isn't just surviving her past-she is reigning over it.
Reborn To Fall In Love With My Husband Again

Reborn To Fall In Love With My Husband Again

Eleanora was pinned inside her crushed car, her blood mixing with the freezing rain. The footsteps approaching the wreckage didn't belong to paramedics, but to her trusted older sister, Destiny, and the man she loved, Justen. "I cut the brake lines myself, Ella," Destiny smiled, her voice barely a whisper over the storm. Destiny mocked Eleanora for being a naive ATM, revealing they had forged the financial reports to steal her inheritance. Then, she whispered one final, sickening secret. Heinrich Mcdowell, the cold fiancé Eleanora hated and ran away from, was dead. He had just burned to ashes in a warehouse fire, sacrificing his life to save a girl who didn't even want him. The crushing weight of guilt and betrayal hit Eleanora harder than the crash. She had fought her own family to give Destiny everything, while the man she treated like garbage had died for her. As Destiny casually tossed a lighter into the leaking gasoline, the flames instantly swallowed the cabin. In the fraction of a second before the fire consumed her entirely, Eleanora carved a vow into her soul: she would tear them apart piece by piece. "Beep. Beep. Beep." Eleanora's eyes snapped open to the sterile white ceiling of a VIP hospital ward. It was October 2018. She had returned to five years ago. This was the exact day she swallowed sleeping pills to force her parents to cancel her prenuptial agreement with Heinrich. This time, Eleanora ripped the IV from her hand and ran barefoot into the cold night. She was going to get her fiancé back.
Sold To My Ex's Billionaire Uncle

Sold To My Ex's Billionaire Uncle

Kelsey's son was dying, and the medical bills were a six-figure death sentence. To save him, her stepmother forced her to a hotel to sleep with her loathsome fiancé. But she entered the wrong suite and spent the night with a terrifying stranger. The next morning, she saw the magazine on the table and her blood ran cold. The man was Burleigh Mckay IV, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire—and her fiancé’s uncle. She ran, but a man like him owned the world. He tracked her down and threw a brutal contract in her face, buying her body for three months in exchange for her son's life. She became his secret possession. Her fiancé publicly dumped her for his mistress, and her stepmother threatened to have her son killed in the hospital if she didn't extort five million dollars from the billionaire. Driven to a corner, Kelsey took a dangerous stunt double job to earn the money herself. But the lead actress was her fiancé's mistress. She deliberately pushed Kelsey into a deep water tank, triggering her crippling phobia of drowning. As the dark water filled her lungs, Kelsey felt nothing but agonizing despair. She had sold her dignity, her body, and her soul just to keep her son safe, yet they still wanted her dead. Just as she lost consciousness, a massive splash broke the surface. The untouchable billionaire had dived in. And as he dragged her out and breathed life into her lungs, he finally recognized her scent. She was the nameless girl who had saved his life five years ago.
The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage

The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage

For twenty years, I obeyed my adoptive family, enduring my stepsister's mockery and my parents' cold neglect. But at a lavish hotel party, my stepsister forced a glass of spiked champagne into my hands. As my vision blurred and a strange, creeping heat consumed my body, my adoptive mother looked at me with ice-cold eyes. "We raised you for twenty years. It's time you paid us back." They had sold me to a sweaty, middle-aged businessman to save their failing company. I watched the man approach with a triumphant smirk, his oily hand reaching out to claim me. A wave of sheer nausea and profound betrayal hit me. I couldn't believe the people I called family were treating me like livestock to be traded. Using my last ounce of strength, I shoved him away and fled down the maze-like hallway. Terrified, dizzy, and desperate to hide from my pursuers, I stumbled into a random unlocked suite. I crashed into a tall stranger with sharp gray eyes before the world went completely black. When I woke up, I was in a presidential suite, wearing a man's oversized silk shirt. Sitting across from me was Damian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO and uncrowned king of Wall Street. I thought he would hand me a check to buy my silence or throw me back to my abusers. Instead, he looked at me calmly and offered me a deal. "Marry me, and the Foster family will never dare to touch you again." I looked at the marriage contract, took a deep breath, and chose to survive.
My Roommate's Billionaire Boyfriend Broke My Heart

My Roommate's Billionaire Boyfriend Broke My Heart

Four years ago, Dianna confronted Holden about their secret, tender night at the beach house. Instead of acknowledging it, he dragged her into a dark alley, threw a thick stack of cash at her feet, and told her to name her price to disappear. He looked at her with utter disgust, claiming he was blackout drunk that night and that she was nothing but a pathetic mistake he wished never happened. Shattered, Dianna fled to Los Angeles, spending four agonizing years erasing him from her life. But tonight, her roommate proudly brought home a new, wildly wealthy boyfriend—Holden. He treated Dianna like a piece of furniture, pretending they had never met. When she slipped and fell in the freezing rain, he simply stared at her bleeding on the pavement, withdrew his hand, and coldly walked away. Dianna thought her heart couldn't break any further, until her roommate happily bragged about her new boyfriend's perfect self-control. "Holden basically never drinks. He's always completely sober." The words hit Dianna like a lightning strike. The drunken excuse was a lie. He had been completely, coldly sober when he invented that cruel charade just to destroy her. Why? When Holden unexpectedly knocked on their dorm door moments later, locking his dark eyes onto hers, her roommate innocently asked if they knew each other from high school. The desperate, pleading girl from four years ago was dead. Dianna met his gaze with an impenetrable, icy mask. "No," she said. "I don't know him."