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The Fake Marriage: My Billionaire Vengeance

The Fake Marriage: My Billionaire Vengeance

Chloe went to the City Clerk's office to request a certified copy of her marriage certificate to celebrate her fifth anniversary. But the clerk looked at her with a mix of confusion and pity, stating there was no record of her marriage to Francisco Sterling. Her official legal status was simply unmarried. In a daze, she tracked Francisco to his private club, only to overhear his friends laughing through a cracked door. "Five years, and he's still got her wrapped around his finger with a fake marriage certificate." The nightmare only worsened. She realized the special vitamins her doting husband lovingly fed her every night before bed were actually birth control pills. He had deliberately kept her barren, while his mistress, Kasey, had already secretly birthed his four-year-old son. His entire family had orchestrated this cruel joke, using Chloe to maintain a pristine public image while planning to eventually discard her and hand the Sterling empire over to Kasey. Five years of absolute devotion, her desperate yearning for a family, and her entire reality were built on a meticulously crafted lie. They hadn't just stolen her marriage and her youth; they had drugged her and stripped away her dignity without a second thought. That night, instead of crying, Chloe smiled warmly and pretended to swallow the pill. The moment Francisco turned his back, she spat it out. She picked up an encrypted phone, dialed the ruthless billionaire Damon Beaumont, and accepted his dangerous alliance to burn the Sterling family to the ground.
Bad boy on babysit duty

Bad boy on babysit duty

* When Olivia becomes the unlikely babysitter to the Anderson's bad boy son, Marcus, she must navigate his charming yet troublesome ways, all while trying to keep her own life in order. * The battle of wills between Marcus and Olivia begins as they clash over who's in charge, but Olivia's determination and Marcus's frustration set the stage for a fiery confrontation. * Marcus's facade begins to crack as he's forced to confront his feelings about Olivia, while Kelvin's charming presence only adds to the tension, leaving Olivia vulnerable and Marcus conflicted. * Marcus's volatile temper lands him in trouble, but Olivia's unexpected kindness and care might just be the start of a fragile truce between them, as they navigate their complicated relationship. * Marcus's antics push Olivia to her limits, but when he's in a bind, she must decide whether to help him or let him face the consequences. As Kelvin's feelings for Olivia become clearer, the dynamics between the three become increasingly complicated. * Olivia's world is turned upside down as Marcus's cruel words and Kelvin's kind gestures leave her questioning her own worth and relationships. Can she find a way to move forward and assert her independence, or will the drama and heartache consume her? * As Olivia navigates her relationships with Marcus and Kelvin, a shocking kiss from Marcus leaves her reeling. Can she untangle her emotions and figure out what she truly wants, or will the drama and uncertainty consume her? * Marcus's world is turned upside down as he's forced to confront his feelings for Olivia after a shocking kiss and a dramatic rescue. Can he navigate his emotions and figure out what he truly wants, or will his pride and fear get in the way? * Olivia and Marcus's fragile truce is put to the test as they both struggle to understand their feelings for each other. Can they find a way to move forward, or will their pride and fear tear them apart? * Olivia's world is turned upside down as she tries to navigate her relationships with Marcus and Kelvin. Can she find a way to move forward and assert her independence, or will the drama and uncertainty consume her?
Beyond The Champagne Silk: The Wife's Defiant Return

Beyond The Champagne Silk: The Wife's Defiant Return

I spent forty hours hand-beading a gown for a woman who was currently sleeping with my husband. My fingers were raw, my vision blurred, and the needle had just driven deep into my index finger, leaving a drop of blood on the silk. Braxton walked into our penthouse, rain dripping from his suit, and didn't even look at me. But the scent hit me instantly—Bulgarian rose and white musk. It was the custom perfume Griselda, my own sister, commissioned in Paris. I had spent three years as a ghost in my own marriage, sewing costumes for the woman who had haunted my vows since day one. Braxton didn't bother to hide it anymore; there was a smudge of her coral lipstick on his collar. He didn't offer an explanation, only a command to finish the gown for the Met Gala so I wouldn't embarrass them. My mother called moments later, her voice sharp with the usual dismissal. She didn't care that I was bleeding or that my husband was cheating with my sister. She only cared that I was "falling behind" on Griselda's gown. I sat in the silence of that cold, marble cage, staring at the needle in my hand. For years, I had swallowed every insult and stitched every lie, believing I was the capable one who had to make them happy. But as the clock ticked, a door inside me finally clicked shut. I wasn't just tired; I was finished. I set the needle down, picked up my phone, and dialed my sister’s number to tell her she’d have to find someone else to bleed for her.
The Fiancée Who Vanished

The Fiancée Who Vanished

My wedding day was supposed to be perfect, a cascade of ivory lace and a secret smile for the life growing inside me. I was marrying Ethan, the brilliant tech entrepreneur, the man who had swept me off my feet, the father of our child. Then, a knock on the door, and my maid of honor’s whispered words shattered everything: "His plane went down. No survivors." Grief crushed me, a physical weight, obscuring the world in a blur of hushed voices and endless pain. My rock, my older brother David, shielded me as I navigated the nightmare of loss, our future obliterated. Weeks later, a ghost of Ethan arrived – his identical twin, Marcus – with his "spiritual guide," Isabella, a woman with unnervingly serene eyes. But one sleepless night, voices from the library pierced the silence: Eleanor, Ethan’s mother, was confronting "Marcus," calling him Ethan. My blood ran cold as I heard him confess he faked his death for Isabella, claiming she had aggressive leukemia, promising to return when she was gone. The man I loved, the father of my child, had orchestrated this monstrous betrayal, making me mourn him while he was alive and with her. Then came the anonymous video: Ethan and Isabella, their raw, animalistic passion a calculated act of cruelty designed to inflict maximum pain, and it worked. My despair turned to a cold, hard rage, culminating in a decision only he forced me to make. I called David, my voice trembling with fury: "He faked his death. I want him to believe I’m gone because of him. I want to disappear." This time, my disappearance wouldn't be a tragedy; it would be the first act of my retribution, a masterpiece of his own making.
The Engagement Chaos

The Engagement Chaos

"Vexen, you know that I love you and I want the best of you, right?" he said. Even though I wondered what he was doing, I nodded. "You're already twenty-five and not getting any younger. And I'm old too. So I want to see you get married before I die." I swallowed. I don't think I'll like what Papà has to say to me. "And?" "I want you to marry the second son of the Mancini, he said, making my eyes widen. "I'm sorry, Papà. I must have heard wrong. Potrebbe ripetare per favore?" Can you please say that again? "Voglio che tu sposi il secondogenito dei Mancini." He repeated what he said, so I really stood up. "No! No, Papa. I won't marry him!" "Vexen! I already made a promise to Mr. Mancini that you would marry his second son!" I shook my head. What's the trick again? I will marry Mancini's slender son. Maybe instead of him protecting me, I will protect him! "No, Papa! I will not marry him!" "You will not embarrass me at the Mancini, Vexen!" I laughed. Why is it because he's making an agreement? He's not the one getting married! "All my life I've been following your orders, Papà! Even if it's dangerous for me! I followed your orders with no complaints, so please, just this once. Spare me just this once, Papà!" "No, Vexen! If you will not marry the second son of Mancini, then forget that you have a father! And I will forget you and treat you as a dead person if you say no again!" I couldn't believe I was looking at my father. I wanted to cry, but I was so surprised that he could tell me that. Just because I won't marry the Mancini family, will he forget that I'm his daughter? I laughed and shook my head, one after another. "No. I will not marry the Mancini, and if that's what you want, then I will forget that I have a father, too, I said before I left his office and went to my room.
Falling For The Most Hated Hollywood Girl

Falling For The Most Hated Hollywood Girl

I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Ruiz family, but the moment their true heir appeared, I was thrown away like trash. Not long after being kicked out, my adoptive father and uncle hired a hitman to stage a fatal car crash on Mulholland Drive. Pinned under an overturned Porsche with a shattered leg, I watched the hitman point a suppressed pistol between my eyes. "The Ruiz family sends their regards." Before this, my reputation had already been completely destroyed by a director, a pop idol, and a reality TV star, leaving me blacklisted and universally hated. My adoptive family didn't just want me ruined; they wanted me permanently silenced to tie up loose ends. The hitman pulled the trigger, and the original Alicia died in despair, tasting only rain and blood. Until her last breath, she didn't understand. Why did the family she loved treat her like a disposable object? Why did those three men maliciously frame her and turn the world against her? Opening my eyes again, the fear was gone, replaced by an ancient, cosmic indifference. I, the Arbiter, had taken over this deceased vessel. Moving faster than the human eye, I crushed the hitman's steel gun with my bare hand and turned his soul into dust. Looking at the memories of those who wronged this girl, I signed a contract for the very reality show they were starring in. Since I borrowed this body, taking out the trash is a required courtesy.
Amnesia's Gift: A New Beginning

Amnesia's Gift: A New Beginning

The antiseptic smell was sharp, the ceiling a stark white as I blinked myself awake, the rhythmic beeping of a machine my only company. A dull ache pinned me to the mattress, and I stared at the IV in my arm, a blank slate where memories should have been. Then, the door swung open, and three figures walked in: my impeccably dressed adoptive parents and my effortlessly confident adoptive brother, Liam. "Oh, for God's sake, Ethan. Are you done with this charade? Another one of your pathetic stunts to get attention," my adoptive mother, Mrs. Reed, sighed, her face a mask of weary frustration. My adoptive father, Mr. Reed, didn't even look at me, his gaze fixed on Liam. Liam stepped forward, a perfect blend of concern and superiority. "I'm just worried about Ethan. He seems... confused." Confusion turned to panic as their words landed like stones, painting a picture of a disappointing, burdensome person I didn't recognize. "Who... who are you?" I rasped, my voice foreign even to myself. Mrs. Reed scoffed. "Now he's pretending to have amnesia. How original." Then, Olivia, my wife, entered, her presence commanding, her eyes cold. "Is he done making a fool of himself? And me?" she cut through the air, her voice frigid. "The press is already sniffing around. 'Tech CEO Olivia Reed's husband in another suicide attempt.' Is this the life you want for me, Ethan?" Humiliation washed over me as whispers from the hallway confirmed my role: the artist who married Olivia Reed, pitied for his pathetic attempts, rumored to be in a loveless marriage with a woman who loved his brother. They left eventually, leaving me with the silence, the beeping, and a profound realization. This emptiness wasn't a void; it was a blank slate. The amnesia wasn't a curse; it was a mercy. It was a chance to escape a life I couldn't remember, a life that sounded like a prison. I fumbled for the phone, my finger landing on "Lawyer." "Ethan Miller," I said, my voice stronger now, filled with a newfound resolve. "We need to proceed."