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The Superstar's Obsession: My Unwanted Husband

The Superstar's Obsession: My Unwanted Husband

I am a D-list actress with a terrible reputation and thousands of haters. But my real nightmare started when I got blackout drunk in Vegas and woke up next to Evander Byers, the untouchable, scandal-free superstar. Before I could even find my clothes, our parents barged into the hotel suite with a wall of corporate lawyers. Evander, the supposed god of the entertainment industry, played the victim perfectly. "She dragged me in here last night. I couldn't stop her." Under the crushing threat of my father freezing my bank accounts and the lawyers protecting Evander's pure image, I was forced to sign a marriage contract. Now, this manipulative monster has moved into my penthouse, claiming his legal rights as my fiancé. He controls my space, suffocates me with his dark obsession, and watches my bank balance drop to zero. Everyone thinks he is a flawless angel, but I know he is just a hypocritical control freak. I refuse to be his prisoner. Desperate for cash and an escape route, I secretly signed a contract for a trashy reality dating show. I thought a closed set in Hawaii would be the perfect place to hide from him, make millions, and ruin my toxic ex on national television. I packed my bags, thinking I had outsmarted the devil. But I didn't know that Evander had just canceled his global tour to call the network executives. The ultimate predator just bought his way into the cast, ready to hunt his runaway fiancée in front of the whole world.
Love With The Emotionless Killer

Love With The Emotionless Killer

LEILANI. I'm an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby. I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent. I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I've never been on my own until six months ago. When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I've never been on my own before. Six months later, I'm doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good. All was going really well.....until the day he showed up. The scariest man I've ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It's a look I don't understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine. Who is he? What does he want from me? ZERO HE IS DARKNESS.... I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain. You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don't care. I am a born killer and I'm called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don't see. Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn't be wrong. I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don't see any need why I have to lie here. I am a very bad man, don't go searching for good because it's not there. I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too. Don't mistake this for a confession because it is not. I'm not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won't accept it. I'm not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own. The first day I saw her, I just knew something. My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life. I must have her. I must make her mine.
You Can't Afford My Happiness Now

You Can't Afford My Happiness Now

My wedding day. The music swelled at the Boston Yacht Club. I stood at the altar, eyes fixed on the aisle, waiting for Sarah, my fiancée. The woman I' d built my tech career around. The doors opened. There she was, beautiful, but her face was a hard mask I didn' t recognize. She took the microphone from the officiant. "Ethan," she announced, her voice amplified for everyone to hear. "I can' t marry you today." The silence was physical. "I' m pregnant," she continued, a small, triumphant smile on her lips. "And the baby isn' t yours, Ethan. It' s Mark' s." Mark. Her high-school boyfriend. A collective gasp swept through the crowd. "But don' t worry," she added, her voice dropping intimatel, yet still heard by all. "You' re a good man. I need that for my child. So, you wait for me. I' ll have the baby, Mark and I will get this out of our systems, and then, once my child has a stable home-your home-I' ll marry you." She was using my love as a weapon, demanding I be her reliable wallet after she was done playing house with the man she actually wanted. She was humiliating me in front of everyone, assuming I was that weak. That I was that devoted. The all-consuming fire of my love was extinguished, replaced by a profound, chilling emptiness. I turned, walked past the shocked faces, and didn' t look back. Hours later, a powerful man and his brilliant daughter made me an insane offer. Marry her. A cold, calculated business transaction to erase my public disgrace. It was exactly what I needed.
His First Love, My Last Hope

His First Love, My Last Hope

My marriage to Ethan was a practical arrangement, but I secretly longed for true love. When I unexpectedly discovered I was pregnant, a fragile hope blossomed-perhaps this baby would finally forge a real family. That hope shattered instantly. Outside the clinic, I found Ethan tending to his college sweetheart, Chloe Vanderbilt, dramatically faking a migraine. He dismissed me entirely, ordering me to run errands for her, treating me like an errand girl, not his wife. Chloe's return was a relentless, calculated campaign. Her carefully curated social media posts, featuring Ethan's relaxed smiles and comforting embraces with her, became a constant public humiliation. He'd rationalize his growing closeness, always prioritizing her "fragility" over my very existence. The final blow came via a video: my husband, kissing her deeply at a gala I was told I was "too tired" to attend. Overwhelmed, I confronted him, signing the divorce papers he' d pre-signed years ago. But Chloe wasn't done. She set a vicious trap, coercing a former friend to falsely accuse me of plotting against her. Ethan, blinded by Chloe's performance, instantly believed I was capable of malice, dismissing my desperate pleas. The ultimate devastation struck: Chloe deliberately pushed me down the stairs, resulting in a brutal, agonizing miscarriage. Ethan, finding us, rushed to Chloe's side, cradling her fabricated injuries, utterly abandoning me as I lay bleeding, my child slipping away. In that harrowing moment, all love and hope died, replaced by an unyielding resolve to uncover the truth and finally, irrevocably, reclaim my life from their poisonous lies.
Torn Papers: My Bankrupt Military Husband

Torn Papers: My Bankrupt Military Husband

Josie woke up gasping in a ransacked 1970s living room, trapped in the body of a notoriously vain, gold-digging wife. The opulent Sterling family was officially bankrupt and politically dead. The original host's grand plan was to use her unborn child to extort a massive divorce settlement from her terrifying military husband, Donovan. But fragmented memories showed Josie the grim reality of that choice: she was destined to be conned, dying penniless and alone in a freezing gutter. Now, Donovan stood towering before her, his dark eyes filled with absolute disgust. He tossed a thick envelope of divorce papers onto the glass table. "Sign them. You leave the child alone, and you walk away." The ruined family watched with bated breath, fully expecting the spoiled socialite to take their last hidden funds and abandon them to a brutal exile in a Pennsylvania rust-belt factory town. Josie knew the cold truth. A meager settlement couldn't protect a pregnant woman from DC's ruthless political vultures. She refused to let that miserable, lonely death become her reality. Staring directly into Donovan's hostile eyes, Josie picked up the heavy legal documents. With a sharp, deliberate motion, she tore the divorce papers cleanly in half. "I'm not getting an abortion, and I am staying as your wife." She was going to rewrite this destiny, but before they boarded the train to the rust-belt, she had one last score to settle. She would use her formidable husband to terrorize her hypocritical biological family and take back every penny they stole.