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Flash Marriage: Becoming My Ex's Stepmother

Flash Marriage: Becoming My Ex's Stepmother

Clara Beaumont stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral in her couture wedding gown, waiting for her groom. But the space beside her remained empty. Aidan Carlisle, the heir to a Wall Street empire, had just eloped with his mistress, leaving Clara to face New York's elite all by herself. The priest awkwardly suggested a retreat. Her own family looked terrified of the impending social ruin, while the groom's powerful relatives sat in cold, humiliated silence. The press crashed the doors, cameras clicking frantically to capture the pathetic, jilted bride. She was about to become the biggest joke in the city, her reputation completely destroyed by a man who didn't even have the courage to show up. A surge of ice-hot fury burned away her panic. Why should she be publicly executed for Aidan's betrayal? She refused to let him ruin her life while he walked away unpunished. The debt of honor belonged to the Carlisle family, and she was going to collect it. Instead of collapsing in tears, Clara calmly lifted her veil and locked eyes with Aidan's ruthless, billionaire father, Julian Carlisle. "Since your son has chosen to publicly humiliate both our families," her voice echoed through the dead silent cathedral. "Is there a Carlisle man present willing to take his place?" When Julian coldly offered his younger nephews as a fix, Clara shook her head and looked directly at the untouchable patriarch. "No. I choose you."
PROMISED TO BE HIS S** SLAVE

PROMISED TO BE HIS S** SLAVE

WARNING! READERS DISCRETION! This story contains sexual scenes, erotic languages and dramatic characters. Please read at discretion! He is a bad boy, the worst thing that has ever happened to Wales College. His presence breathes trouble, sex, bully and ruin. He is Tony, a radical malefactor feared by all. She is not just dashing, chic, but the most admirable girl at Wales, who is the fancy of every boy. But she hates Tony with uttermost disdain. Ever since he forcefully barged in on her, saw her nakedness and took photos of her pale ass, she has vowed to pin him on the floor and stab him until he breathed his last. She wanted him dead, and she was bent to do it. She despised him greatly, and never wanted his crazy love. Unfortunately for her, she got involved in an auto crash that took the lives of all students on board and almost hers until he came through; the same bad boy, the same enemy; the same enemy. This time he didn’t just come to help her but with a stringent condition. Almost breathing her last, he demanded, “We will have a blood oath. Henceforth you will be my sex slave. If you agree, I will save you from dying in this auto crash.” At death point, she agreed and became his sex slave… But there her childhood lover reappears in her life again; someone she had vowed to marry should she set her eyes on him again her kind of man, her crush, a boy she could die for and had been in love with; TRUE LOVE… How would she sort out his slave master, Tony and be free for true love?
The Sister Who Stole My Life

The Sister Who Stole My Life

My hand trembled, clutching the medical report: pregnant, early stages. My husband, Ethan, believed I was just at the clinic for stress migraines, a convenient lie I’d told him. But as his black SUV pulled up, my childhood best friend, Chloe, sat in the front passenger seat, already claiming her spot. Her bright smile didn’t reach her eyes, and the car reeked of her sharp, new perfume – a scent that soon permeated my home. Ethan, without a word to me, announced Chloe was moving in, effectively turning my penthouse into their private domain. At the gala, Chloe subtly paraded her bond with Ethan, publicly deriding my "paleness" while he dismissed my obvious discomfort, pushing me deeper into the familiar isolation of our college days. I finally confronted him, the raw pain of years of gaslighting and feeling secondary erupting as I slapped him across the face. His shocked expression, followed by Chloe’s feigned concern, solidified the bitter truth: I was an unwanted accessory in my own marriage. How could I have been so blind, so naive, to willingly endure a life where I constantly felt like an outsider looking in? No more. That night, I knew I couldn't bring a child into this charade, choosing to reclaim my freedom and shatter the illusions they had so carefully constructed. I was about to lay bare every ugly secret, every calculated betrayal, and dismantle their world, piece by painful piece.
Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Billionaire

Substitute Marriage: Taming The Disabled Billionaire

The Linwoods stole my parents' company, held my grandfather's belongings hostage, and treated me like a servant. Now, they forced me into a cheap dress to be a substitute bride for a disabled, notoriously ruthless billionaire, claiming their own daughter was sick. But the moment I arrived at the monstrous Norton estate, the billionaire threw a fifty-million-dollar contract in my face. I hadn't just been replaced; I had been sold. The Linwoods didn't just want me to marry a man they feared. They hoped the cold-blooded Duncan Norton would eventually dispose of me. If I died here, they would keep the money, their daughter would be free, and the only living heir to the company they stole would vanish forever. I was trapped in a fortress, treated like garbage by the staff, and dragged to the hospital to visit the dying Norton matriarch, fully expected to be the "jinx" that finally killed her. But my adoptive family didn't know I possessed an extraordinary, hypersensitive sense of smell. Standing by the matriarch's bed, beneath the scent of lilies and disinfectant, I caught the rotting sweetness of a rare neurotoxin hidden inside her silk pillow. The Linwoods were orchestrating a murder to frame me! Instead of waiting to be slaughtered, I ripped the deadly pillow apart and saved the old woman's life. Meeting the billionaire's shocked, analytical gaze, I stopped playing the terrified prey. "We go to City Hall, and we make this marriage legally binding." It was time to become the real Mrs. Norton and tear my adoptive family's perfect plan to shreds.