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Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Devil

Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Wall Street Devil

Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family. But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street. After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began. A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy. Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion. And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion. Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets. Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed. Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate. "Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all." To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius

His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius

On the night of her birthday, Chloe's billionaire husband, Griffin, dragged her out of bed. He didn't take her to celebrate. Instead, he forced her into a sterile clinic, pinning her to a chair to draw her blood for Jaida—the fragile woman he truly cared for. While Chloe almost fainted from the blood loss, Griffin answered Jaida's call with gentle concern and abandoned Chloe at the clinic. When she finally stumbled home in the freezing night, Jaida intentionally faked a fall in the hallway. Without asking a single question, Griffin violently shoved Chloe against the staircase. Knowing she had a severe allergy to organ meats, he forced her to sit at the table and served her a plate of bloody, raw liver. "You will sit down, and you will eat every last piece of that liver. Now." He then had his assistant toss her a cheap, generic scarf as an afterthought birthday gift, before carrying Jaida away. For three years, Chloe had endured every humiliation, hoping to eventually warm his cold heart. She didn't understand why her absolute devotion only earned his brutal contempt, while Jaida's pathetic lies won his unconditional protection. Staring at her pale, hollow reflection in the mirror, the last flicker of hope in her chest finally died. She didn't cry or argue anymore. She simply left a signed divorce agreement and her diamond ring on his desk, and vanished without a trace. Five years later, she returned to the city not as his obedient wife, but as an untouchable Hollywood powerhouse, with two genius twins by her side.
Mr. Hamilton: Too Late, She's The CEO Now

Mr. Hamilton: Too Late, She's The CEO Now

My five years of blood, sweat, and tears? Gone. My startup, NovaSpark, was dead. But the universe wasn't done with me. A text from my boyfriend, Ethan, read: "We're done." Just like that. Five years of supporting his music, funding his dreams, all for nothing. To add insult to injury, he was already parading a new girlfriend, Chloe, flaunting his sudden "Hamilton inheritance." I had a custom Cartier ring in my purse, getting ready to propose to him that night. Talk about timing. Then I found him, not an hour later, at a high-end lounge, publicly announcing my "tech dream went bust" and sneering, "Look who it is, my desperate stalker." This from the man whose stepfather's gambling debts I quietly managed, whose career I financed. The absolute gall. He thought because he' d stumbled into some inherited wealth, he could rewrite history and label me a gold-digger. How could he? The man I loved, the man I poured my soul into, standing there, dripping in new money, spitting venom and lies. My heart was a shattered mess, reeling from the sheer audacity of his betrayal. But then, as he launched into another tirade, an unexpected ally, Liam, one of my former investors, stepped between us. His quiet authority cut through Ethan's arrogance. And when he took my hand, then softly kissed me, leading me out of that suffocating lounge, I knew something had to change. My next words to him were clear: "Take me to my grandfather' s estate. Arthur Sterling." It was time to stop hiding.
Unveiling His Secrets, Finding Her Strength

Unveiling His Secrets, Finding Her Strength

The plan was simple: surprise my husband, Mark, in our new city after two months apart. Our daughter Lily was buzzing with excitement on the plane, her little legs kicking the seat in front. I imagined his face, the shock turning into a wide grin. But when I opened the door to his temporary apartment with the spare key he' d sent, my world shattered. His "temporary" place looked lived-in, cozy, with two coffee mugs in the sink and a woman' s sweater draped over a chair. Next to a framed photo of Mark and Lily was another-of Mark grinning with a younger woman I didn' t recognize, their arms around each other at a beach sunset. The scent of a perfume that wasn' t mine filled the air. Mark emerged from the bedroom, a towel around his waist, his hair wet. His bright smile was for Lily, before it froze when he saw me. Panic flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by an overly cheerful "Ava! Lily! What… what are you guys doing here? This is amazing!" He scooped Lily into his arms, avoiding my gaze. He was a good actor, but I wasn't his audience. I had just seen the whole script. I stood frozen, the handle of my luggage digging into my palm. He was a liar. He had called me last night, telling me how much he missed us, how he was working late to build our future. But his texts to "Chloe" revealed a whole other life. Pictures of them cooking in his kitchen, of them on hikes he told me he was too busy to take. He' d spent Lily' s birthday weekend with her at a luxury spa resort, while I thought he was working. He hadn't moved for his job. He moved for her. Then Chloe appeared at the door, letting herself in with a silent beep. Her fingerprint was programmed into his lock. "Hi, Chloe!" Lily chirped, waving. My daughter knew her. Mark' s face turned pasty. "Why?" Chloe asked, shrugging him off, her eyes locked on mine. "I think we should all have dinner together. Get to know each other." The audacity of this woman, inviting me and my child to dinner in my husband' s apartment. It was a power play, a declaration of war. I didn't understand. The man I married was kind, devoted, and honest. The man whose phone I held was a monster, living a double life. How could he do this to us? To Lily? My own mother and his parents sided with him, gaslighting me, telling me I was overreacting, threatening to take Lily. They underestimated me. They thought I was broken. They were wrong.
Jelly Love

Jelly Love

Aitana has a steady hand with nail polish and undeniable talent with a brush. At the prestigious Luna spa, her viral designs have made her one of the most sought-after manicurists among influencers, models, and agency staff. But everything comes crashing down when a furious client accuses her-in front of everyone-of dating her boyfriend. The proof: a social media story with the unmistakable hallmark of her jelly nails. Humiliated and warned by management, Aitana tries to rebuild her image while the real cause of the scandal, Iker-owner of Glow Agency, attractive, addictive, and manipulative-reappears in her life as if nothing had happened. Aitana swears she won't fall for it again. But while she files, buffs, and paints her nails, she begins to hear repeated confessions. Many of her clients, unknowingly, share more than just nail polish and secrets: they've also been with Iker. And there's something else Aitana doesn't dare share. Something that grows in silence. In an environment where everything is leaked, everything is judged, and everything is recorded, keeping a secret could cost you more than your job. Between love scandals, rivalries between promoters, reputations that crumble like battered nails, and decisions that will change her life, Aitana must choose whether to write this story with brilliance... or cut it short before it hurts more. Between nail polish, secrets, and broken hearts... Aitana also has one that beats for two.