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The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

The Ruthless Billionaire Claims His Rival's Sister

In her past life, she watched her brother, Andrew, destroy himself for a woman who never loved him. Family fortune gone. Their father's company gutted. Andrew framed, disgraced, dead in a prison cell. Then Chloe was pushed off a rooftop. The last thing she saw before the pavement shattered her body was Sloane Ashford's face-standing at the edge, smiling down at her broken form. That smile was the last thing she ever saw. Until she opened her eyes. Twenty-two years old. Two years before everything went wrong. The exact day Andrew was about to put a ring on Sloane's finger. This time, Chloe wouldn't scream at him. She wouldn't beg. She knew exactly what her brother feared more than anything-his sworn enemy, Julian Kensington. "What if I slept with my brother's worst enemy?" The thought was insane. She bought a custom body chain with the Kensington family crest engraved on its clasp. She slipped into a silk nightgown that left little to the imagination. She called her brother on video, let the camera pan lazily across her rumpled bed, and held up her new "gift" with a wicked smile. "Look what Julian gave me. Beautiful, isn't it?" The bait was set. The trap snapped shut. Andrew canceled the proposal. He raced home. Sloane was dragged out of Sterling Tower by security, soaked in rain, humiliated on every news channel in the city. Chloe's plan had worked perfectly. Too perfectly. On the other end of that video call-watching the entire performance from his sleek Manhattan office-Julian Kensington had one question. The girl he'd never met was wearing his family crest. His name was on her lips. And she was using him as a weapon. He leaned back in his chair, gray eyes fixed on the frozen image of her wrist, that delicate gold chain, that unmistakable griffin crest.
Rising From Ashes: The Framed Wife's Comeback

Rising From Ashes: The Framed Wife's Comeback

Athena Barnes loved her billionaire husband, Armond Solomon, more than life itself. But he repaid that love by handing her divorce papers and accusing her of murdering his mistress and their unborn child. He didn't just want a separation; he wanted her completely destroyed. He bankrupted her father's legacy, orchestrated a humiliating public arrest at the mistress's funeral, and sent Athena to a brutal prison for five years. In that hellhole, her elegant right hand was mangled, leaving her with a severed pinky and a roadmap of grotesque scars. She survived the nightmare for only one reason: the secret son she gave birth to behind bars. Five years later, she was finally free, living quietly in a shabby apartment with her little boy. But the billionaire found them. He broke down her door, visibly horrified when he saw her mutilated hand, yet he still used his immense wealth to legally snatch her son away. She didn't understand how the man she once loved could be so ruthlessly blind, tearing apart her life again over a beautifully crafted lie. "He wants to fight with his rules, his power, his money. Fine." Athena watched the Rolls-Royce take her son away, but the tears had burned out long ago. She put on her only good suit, grabbed her keys, and drove straight to the heart of his empire, Solomon Tower. It was her turn to play, and she was going to use a hidden weapon he knew nothing about.
Oops! CEO, Your Substitute Bride Is A Hidden Boss!

Oops! CEO, Your Substitute Bride Is A Hidden Boss!

To save their failing company, Alexandra's stepmother threatened to melt down her late mother's necklace, forcing her to marry a billionaire on life support. She became the ridiculed bride of a living dead man. But on her very first day at the Carlisle manor, her nightmare escalated. While secretly using her medical skills to treat her comatose husband, she was caught by her vicious mother-in-law and a jealous doctor. They immediately accused her of attempting to murder the heir. The situation quickly spiraled out of control. When her husband's lecherous cousin snuck into her room and tried to assault her, she fought back, only for him to loudly frame her for seduction. Her mother-in-law didn't listen to a single word of her defense. "Drag this adulterous bitch out and throw her onto the street!" Bodyguards seized her, preparing to toss her out of the mansion wearing nothing but a bath towel so everyone could see her humiliation. Cornered, framed, and entirely alone, a wave of absolute despair washed over her. She was about to be ruined forever, stripped of her dignity and her chance for revenge. With the last shred of her sanity, she turned to the motionless man on the bed and screamed in raw anguish. "Eldridge Carlisle! You bastard! Wake up!" She expected nothing but silence from the vegetable. But suddenly, the medical monitors erupted in a frantic rhythm. The man who was declared never to wake up slowly opened his eyes, ordered the guards to back off, and claimed her as his wife. When the room was finally cleared, he pulled her close and whispered a secret that changed everything. "I've been awake since the first time you stuck a needle in me."
I Hate You, Alpha... Yet I Crave You

I Hate You, Alpha... Yet I Crave You

"Raise your butt." Moisture pools from my clit at his request. He plunges his finger into my wet folds. I moan loudly, gripping the sheets as he stretches me. He parts my legs and thrusts his cock inside me. My mouth hangs open as he stretches me to my limit. "So fucking tight," his raspy voice purrs in my ear. My head spins, as I let out a scream of pleasure. He pulls out and thrusts back inside, the size threatening to tear me apart. My pussy feels filled, and I sink my fingers into the mattress as he fucks me relentlessly, claiming every inch of my body. *** "You'll never have my love!" Alpha Aiden Draven growls, his eyes burning with hatred. But every time Vera Vale tries to walk away, he drags her back into his arms like letting her go would destroy him. She is the traitor's daughter, the cursed girl who should have died years ago. Here's the cruel part: Alpha Aiden is Vera's mate, but he doesn't feel it. He despises her, and every time they meet he loses control. And why does he protect her when every instinct tells him to let her die? Then Vera's world shatters when ancient enemies start hunting her. And a monster hidden in her blood wakes up... Every secret points to one terrifying truth: Vera was never meant to belong to the werewolves. Now two powerful Alphas want her for different reasons. One wants to possess her. The other wants to destroy everything she loves. As war between vampires and werewolves gets closer, Vera has to figure out who she is before the darkness inside her consumes them all. Because if she chooses the wrong side... She'll become the weapon that ends an entire race.
Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex

Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex

On my tenth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect dinner and waited for my husband to come home. Instead, he walked in reeking of alcohol, threw a harsh divorce agreement on the table, and told me he was leaving me with nothing. He said our marriage was just for business, and now that his company was going public, he didn't need me anymore. The woman he truly loved and was cheating with was my own younger sister, Megan. When I rushed to my mother for help, she coldly sipped her tea and admitted she had known for months. She ordered me to turn a blind eye and beg for his forgiveness, because our family's company relied entirely on his investments. "Are you going to drag down your own family now?" She told me to accept being a wife in name only, or I wouldn't get a single penny from the family. Ten years of my youth were treated as a cheap transaction, and my own flesh and blood threw me away like a worthless pawn just to keep their funding. I finally realized that in this family, I had never been loved. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I tore up his cruel prenuptial agreement right in front of them. Using his upcoming IPO as leverage, I forced him to hand over two luxury properties and half a million dollars in cash. Then, I dusted off my hidden certifications and dialed the number for a top-tier headhunting firm.
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.
THREE-YEARS CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE HOT BILLIONAIRE

THREE-YEARS CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE HOT BILLIONAIRE

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?
The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

The CEO's Regret: Chasing My Runaway Doctor

Vivian was eight weeks pregnant, holding the warm ultrasound picture, ready to share the fragile secret with her billionaire husband, Sterling. But before she could speak, he tossed a thick document onto the marble table: DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE. "Kara's back," he stated coldly, referring to his childhood sweetheart. "I'm giving her the place she deserves." He demanded she vacate the penthouse immediately, leaving with absolutely nothing. She didn't cry or beg. She signed the papers, touched her flat stomach where his secret child grew, and walked out in her old trench coat. She blocked his number, vanished from New York, and spent the next four years building a new life in Geneva as a top-tier surgeon, raising their twin boys entirely alone. She thought she had finally escaped her past, until Sterling's bodyguards suddenly broke down her apartment door in the middle of the night. He had used his immense wealth and power to force the "genius Dr. Vivian" to treat Kara's ruined uterus. He was completely unaware that the masked, heavily accented doctor he was threatening was his discarded wife, or that his own flesh and blood were sleeping just down the hall. Watching him desperately lavish a manipulative liar with the tenderness he had always denied her, the last thread of Vivian's lingering pain simply vanished. She sent a single, encrypted text to a trusted friend. "The boys are safe. I'm ready to start Phase Two." She was done hiding. It was time to show him how a real war was fought.