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From One Night To True Love

From One Night To True Love

Eight years ago, she thought he was a Money Boy at the club, and accidentally had a one-night stand with him because she was framed by her stepsister. Is $100 enough to buy a Money Boy for one night? The next morning, she casually dropped $100 and ran away. Eight years later, she returned with her genius son. Little did she expect to be "deceived" into the Noblefull Group by her beloved son. Her immediate boss turned out to be Mr. $100 from eight years ago! ... "Bad girl, how dare you humiliate me eight years ago, this time you will pay the price!" "Bad girl, one billion dollars, I buy your whole life!" "I just want to be a secretary. You already have several lovers. You are not my type." "But, I only have feelings for you, only love you." However, their relationship was not smooth. Due to a property dispute, his brother deliberately caused a car accident in an attempt to kill her and their son. Due to past grievances of the previous generation, his father held deep hatred towards him and sent assassins to kill them. There were also plots and attempts on their lives orchestrated by his girlfriend. On top of that, they faced oppression from rival factions of the mafia... This is a romantic novel about a billionaire and his secretary, involving several generations of love, hatred, and complicated relationships, and also involving the mafia, revenge...
Arranged to the devil

Arranged to the devil

An arranged marriage is bad but what if it's was your highschool jerk and Mr perfect over years and he's the most evil man right now that he's called the devil. "Sapphire, do you fucking get already?". "I do, along the line I gave this marriage a change Anthony but you ruined it and you made me feel pathetic in highschool like I was a fucking nobody and you know that most pathetic part I had a crush on you in highschool and I was fucking falling I'm love with you but thank you Anthony for helping me out of it". "Fire, look I only did those things to you in highschool because_". "No, it's fine. you always claim me as yours in highschool and even now but guess what falling in love with you was my greatest mistake and trying to give the arranged marriage a chance was my grievous mistake". He dragged me closer to him as his hands on my shoulder as he growled at me with his eyes piercing into my soul "Fire, whether you like it or not you're mine!. Got that? the earlier you realize it the better it's for both of us. "in my world you're the queen piece my main piece". I looked at him with a smile on my face "I was never into chess because like you it's boring, so Anthony let me introduce you to my world snakes and ladder. you need to watch out because you might be bitten". He looked confused as I slammed my shoes into his foots as I make to the stairs as I look over my shoulder "I'm the keyword also in my scrabble game ain't I". "Fire,".He yelled as he rubbed his toes he looked beyond mad, I'm literally looking for a new definition to classify his anger as I make it to my room as I hear his groans. ".
The Neglected Genius: My Ex Husband's Regret

The Neglected Genius: My Ex Husband's Regret

For four years, Krystle had given up her brilliant academic career to be the perfect wife to her billionaire husband, Damion. But on the night of their anniversary, a $350,000 jewelry charge shattered her illusion. Hiding by the garage, she overheard him laughing with a friend, admitting the extravagant gift was actually for his ex-girlfriend, Dana. "Krystle? She's just the perfect trophy wife to keep my family off my back." The nightmare only worsened from there. When Krystle rushed to save his sister from a bloody car crash, his family falsely accused her of causing it. Damion publicly berated her, choosing to comfort Dana who had merely shown up with flowers. The final, devastating blow came when she overheard Damion promising Dana he would never let Krystle bear his heir, terrified the orphan would touch his fortune. Every sacrifice she made, every lonely night she endured, was just an unpaid, high-end housekeeping service to him. How could she have been so blindly devoted to a man who saw her as nothing more than a disposable placeholder? When an enraged Damion tried to force himself on her, thinking a child would chain her to him forever, Krystle finally snapped. She kneed him hard, leaving him groaning in agony on the floor, and dragged her suitcase out of the bedroom. "Damion Winters, we're done." Stepping out of the suffocating villa, she dialed her old mentor with chilling calm: "I need the best divorce lawyer you know."
The Unwanted Wife's Final Silent Escape

The Unwanted Wife's Final Silent Escape

For five years, Daphne played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Damian Sterling. But on their fifth anniversary, her only gift was a divorce petition. Damian wanted to officially replace her with the woman he kept tucked away, Isabelle. To speed up the process, Isabelle deliberately plunged her own hand into scalding soup and framed Daphne for the burn. Damian didn't hesitate to violently shove Daphne to the floor. "How can you be so cruel? You're a vicious, pathetic woman!" He rushed his mistress to a VIP hospital suite, while Daphne collapsed from sheer exhaustion and was dumped in a noisy public ward. He only visited to demand she apologize to Isabelle and sign the papers. Later, Damian found Daphne's old locket and accused her of cheating with his cousin. He had no idea she had actually spent years bound by a non-disclosure agreement, secretly protecting his family from a devastating scandal. She had endured his coldness, hoping he would one day love her and the two secret children he didn't even know existed. But as Isabelle mocked her, revealing that even Daphne's custom designer gown was just Isabelle's rejected leftover, Daphne finally understood. Her entire marriage was a second-hand life. The last spark of hope died, replaced by a vast, terrifying peace. Daphne calmly signed the divorce papers using her maiden name, packed a small suitcase, and walked out of the penthouse forever.
Too Late for Apologies, Mr. Cole

Too Late for Apologies, Mr. Cole

For eight years, I was the quiet mastermind behind Synapse Dynamics, its financial engine and the secret girlfriend of its brilliant founder, Ethan Cole. I poured my life, my capital, and my intellect into his vision, building his empire from the shadows, believing fiercely in our shared future. But at an SXSW after-party, my meticulously built world imploded. I overheard Ethan publicly dismiss me as "useful but questionable," then proudly introduce Tiffany Bell, a marketing associate, as his "actual girlfriend"—and kiss her. The humiliation snowballed. Tiffany, pregnant and cruel, flaunted their affair on social media, even AirDropping a photo of her in *my* bed with Ethan. She texted, gloating about Ethan's "disgust" with me, contrasting her "clean" image. Then, at a private clinic, she faked a fall, framing me, turning Ethan and his parents into a rage-filled mob who publicly shamed me, labeling me "used goods" who "whor*d herself out." How could the man I loved, the company I saved, turn so viciously against me, twisting years of sacrifice into scandal? Every lie stung, designed to erase my unseen labor, to paint my dedication as depravity. Why was my loyalty repaid with such calculated cruelty? The final blow came: a deepfake video aiming to destroy my reputation, followed by Ethan’s public engagement announcement. But as the ice settled, a chilling clarity emerged. I wasn't broken. With my father's full backing, it was time they saw what a scorned woman could truly do.
Reborn To Love My Ruthless Billionaire

Reborn To Love My Ruthless Billionaire

Jaclyn woke up in the sterile hospital room after falling down the stairs. The nurse delivered the devastating news: she had bled heavily and lost her baby. But before she could even cry, her trusted cousins, Katelyn and Cherri, locked the door and revealed the horrifying truth. "It wasn't an accident," Katelyn smirked, pinning Jaclyn's arm down. "The lubricant on the top step was a very deliberate choice." They needed her broken and unstable. They had forged her signature, draining her massive trust fund to save their uncle's bankrupt business. What shattered Jaclyn's world was the fresh hickey on Cherri's neck. Her lover, Bradford, had helped plan the entire murder. When Jaclyn tried to scream, they smothered her with a pillow, framing her as a lunatic having a mental breakdown. Two weeks later, when she confronted them, Bradford violently shoved her through a second-story glass window to silence her forever. As she fell to her death, the husband she had spent her life hating—the ruthless billionaire Gaines—burst through the doors. He threw himself forward, his face filled with pure terror, desperately trying to catch her. When her body hit the stone patio, Gaines fell to his knees in her blood, weeping and begging her not to close her eyes. Until her last breath, Jaclyn was consumed by suffocating regret. Why did she trust the monsters who killed her, and hate the only man who truly loved her? Opening her eyes again, she was back in the penthouse, exactly one month into her marriage with Gaines.
The Price of Deception, A Broken Man

The Price of Deception, A Broken Man

For three years, every ache in my artist' s hands, every mile on my delivery bike, every humiliating monster costume in a haunted escape room, had a purpose: Sophia. "Her mother is sick," she' d told me, her eyes wet, "crushed by a mountain of medical debt." So, I worked, pouring every dollar and ounce of my being into a future where her worry would finally vanish. But on a Saturday night, lurking in the stale, fog-filled hall of that escape room, an emergency exit burst open, flooding the space with laughter. And out stumbled Sophia, tangled up with a man, Liam, in an expensive suit, his hand possessively on her waist. "My boyfriend is one of these poor, struggling types," she sneered, oblivious to my presence behind the flimsy foam mask. "An artist. It's almost cute, in a sad way. He thinks my mom's sick. The fool." The world tilted. My vision blurred. She wasn' t just with another man; she was mocking my every sacrifice. Then, a check for fifty thousand dollars, signed by Liam Davis, fluttered from her dropped purse. I, the "starving artist," the "toy," the "fool," had been systematically fleeced, my love twisted into a sick joke. The real Sophia – vibrant, passionate, and deeply in love with Liam – appeared on a security monitor, kissing him, shielding him from the camera, as employees whispered about their engagement. "She' s been playing him this whole time," one said, a chilling confirmation of my shattered reality. Her "mom," Evelyn Davis, Liam' s mother, appeared in a photograph on my nightstand - stark evidence of Sophia' s audacious lies. "It' s over, Sophia," I whispered, broken, walking away from the screams and lies, embracing the cold, hard choice of letting go. Now, stripped of everything, lost and collapsing on a wet street, I knew one thing: I was done waiting for her.