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Imaginary marriage but real love

Imaginary marriage but real love

Kelly Frank was a college student. In the evening, she went to sing at the New Century bar to earn money to cover her life. Kelly was chased by a rapist and she fell from the roof of a bar, instantly dying. Her soul was reincarnated into the body of a famous female star: Tea Brown. Tea Brown was an extremely beautiful star with a lavish lifestyle. She got married to businessman Bentley Lomax and had a daughter Helen. Their marriage was not happy because Lomax did not love Tea Brown. Only Tea Brown always pursues Lomax, neglecting to take care of her daughter. When Kelly lived in Tea Brown's body, she became more intelligent and ignored Lomax. She took good care of Helen, much to Lomax's surprise. He observed her and discovered many good things about her. He wanted to make up with Tea Brown. Lomax's actions moved her. He's too charming. Kelly told herself that she's just a replacement, the one Lomax really wants is Tea Brown. She discovered that Bently Lomax's best friend was the rapist who chased her at the New Century bar. To protect his best friend, Lomax bribed witnesses, destroyed all evidence, hired someone to write an article to blame Kelly Frank. Kelly Frank changed from victim to perpetrator, she was cursed by everyone. Her mother heard that her daughter had died, she was so depressed that she suddenly died of a heart attack. Kelly visited her mother's grave and her own. At the cemetery, she met Rob Watson. Previously, he pursued Kelly but she refused because she was poorer than him. Rob's family is very prestigious, his parents are both university professors. Rob didn't realize Tea Brown was a famous star, he thought she was Kelly's friend, so he told her about his feelings for Kelly. Kelly wanted a divorce from Bentley Lomax. Lomax asked a bodyguard to follow her. He discovered Tea Brown and Rob's relationship. Lomax did not want to divorce. He frantically pursued Tea Brown, not allowing her to leave him. Rumors about Tea Browm continued to break out. Lomax bribed the press to write about his family life. Kelly is forced to attend parties because she is Mrs. Lomax. She found her husband very promiscuous, with many women surrounding him. But actually, Lomax always rejected every woman. Kelly met a director. In the past, this director and Tea Brown were in love, but Tea Brown left him to pursue rich Lomax. This director wanted to get back with Kelly but did not dare to make it public. He secretly met her to talk. He found out Tea Brown was dead. The person living in Tea Brown's body is Kelly. Kelly's divorce from Lomax. She wanted to live with Rob, but his family didnโ€™t allow it. Kelly was pushed into the street. That director wanted to force Kelly to live with him. He used her secret to pressure Kelly into a frenzy. Not long after, he was killed. The killer is Lomax. He wanted to protect Kelly, so he killed the other guy. Kelly is touched, she agrees to go back with him. In court, Kelly tells Lomax to wait for him to return.
The princeโ€™s choice.

The princeโ€™s choice.

Hortavie is a young single mother who no longer believes in love. One day, she learns from her best friend, Roxane, that the prince will be back in the country and will organize a meeting with several candidates to find his wife. She also tells him that several girls have already signed up, including celebrities. Roxane decides to register her friend without her knowledge and it is the day when she has to go to the villa that she lets her know that she has to go there since she has been registered and selected... Preface: Clack ! Clack! Clack! That's the sound of Roxane's heels as she hurries into the living room where her best friend, Hortavie, is sitting. - ROXANE: Did you hear the news? The prince is going back home to find his future wife and he is organizing a meeting with several candidates randomly selected after registration. I advise you to sign up too. Who knows? You might be his choice! - HORTAVIE: You know very well that I'm not interested in relationships anymore since Daniel betrayed me by abandoning me with our daughter, so I won't sign up and then you think he'll leave all those famous and rich girls for a poor single mother like me? Forget it, I'm not interested! Roxane decides to register her friend without her knowledge and it's the day when she has to go to the villa that she lets her know that she has to go there since she has been registered and selected...
His Temporary Wife: A Billionaire's Tempting Deal

His Temporary Wife: A Billionaire's Tempting Deal

A desperate young woman, Lucy, enters into a contract marriage with the cold-hearted CEO, Drey Jackson, to save her mother's life. But as their lives collide, hidden secrets lie around Drey's family, and a dangerous rivalry emerges to tear them apart. Stuck between love and loyalty, Lucy and Drey must navigate a treacherous path where trust is shattered, and survival becomes their only choice. Will they overcome the darkness, or will the price of love and power destroy them both? ******** "So, a contract marriage," I said slowly, testing the idea. "What makes you think I would even consider something like that? And with you?" I asked, letting out a little laughter. She leaned in slightly, her lips curving into a small, confident smile. "Because it's the perfect solution for both of us. You need the public to believe you're happily married. And I need the money. We both walk away with exactly what we want-no strings attached." I chuckled, feeling I was on the edge of it. "You're a bartender. What makes you think you can play the part of a billionaire's wife?" I chuckled darkly as my breathtaking face twisted into a Mona Lisa. "I can have you fired for this, you know." She didn't flinch, but I noticed her sweaty palms. She could lose her only surviving job if I wanted that to happen. It was obvious how desperate she needed money but I couldn't just agree with her even if it was a good idea. "I think you're misunderstanding me. I'm not some desperate woman trying to snag a rich man," She suddenly snapped. She was only an inch away from me now, trying to avoid any direct touch. "We don't have to be in love. I'm offering you a business arrangement. We keep it professional and look the part when the need arises." For a moment, I didn't react, my expression stoic as ever. From her expression, I could think of different reasons a lady would be sharply in need of money and it's funny how she thought I would be of help to her or even agree to her ridiculous proposal. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she slid between my knees, spreading my legs slightly, before leaning in closer, her breath warm against my neck. Immediately, my fingers wrapped around her neck, stopping her. "Do you want to die? Now get out of my face," I growled.
Elysian Ruin: A Husband's Reckoning

Elysian Ruin: A Husband's Reckoning

I spent hours preparing Thanksgiving dinner, the turkey golden and perfect, a silent testament to the quiet life in our upscale suburban home. My wife, Izzy, was supposed to be home, but her booming lifestyle brand, Elysian Living, always came first. I was the unacknowledged foundation, the silent partner in a world she claimed to have built alone. Then I saw itโ€”an Instagram story from Kev, her slick "Brand Strategist." He was grinning next to a brand-new Aston Martin, with Izzy by his side, her ring finger conspicuously bare. His caption, "Izzy knows how to treat her MVP," twisted the familiar knot in my stomach tighter. Moments later, Izzy called, not with an apology, but a sharp accusation about company gossip, hanging up before I could even defend myself. My phone buzzed again, this time a direct message from Kev, a taunting video tour of the car's interior. His voice smugly called me "old man." While her calls relentlessly flooded my screen, I thought of every late night. I thought of every bit of seed money, every crucial contact I leveraged to build "her" empire. None of which she ever acknowledged. The weight of her ingratitude, the blatant affair I was too "stupid" to notice, and the constant disrespect finally hit me with a chilling clarity. I was tired of being her silent safety net, her unappreciated fool. Something inside me snapped. I recorded an audio message for Kev, cold and precise. It exposed him as the parasite he was. Then I blocked him and turned off my phone. A new, definitive strategy for my own life was finally forming.
The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

The Neglected Wife's Bitter Awakening

My husband, Kahlil, despised me, while his "sister" Cassandra lived in our home, playing the role of a fragile, wheelchair-bound victim. To get rid of me, she orchestrated a trap, taking a misleading photo to frame me for having an affair. When Kahlil saw the photo, he didn't even give me a chance to explain. He believed Cassandra's fake tears instantly and violently shoved me away. I crashed hard into a heavy glass table, the impact sending agonizing spasms through my stomach that dropped me to the floor in a cold sweat. While I writhed in excruciating pain, he stood there shielding the very woman who was destroying my life. "Stop playing the victim," he roared, looking at me with pure disgust. "You are my wife in name, and you will not make a fool of me!" My heart completely shattered as I lay on the cold hardwood floor. I had never been unfaithful, yet he treated me like property, blindly protecting a snake who wore sheer tops to seduce him at midnight. Why was I enduring this suffocating farce of a marriage just to be trampled on? But when Cassandra pushed her luck and hired a sleazy playboy to assault me in the dark garden, her perfect mask finally shattered. As Kahlil rushed in to save me, a terrified Cassandra forgot her own lie and stood up from her wheelchair on two perfectly healthy legs. Looking at their shocked faces, I realized it was finally time to crush the snake and walk away for good.