Anastasia Paige
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My 21st Birthday: Day Of Reckoning
Billionaires My 21st birthday gala.
The grand ballroom buzzed, filled with the heavy scent of lilies.
But my eyes snapped open to my private suite; I was back.
Not in the cold, damp alley where they left me to die.
It was that day again.
Last time, my seemingly sweet cousin Chloe stole my bespoke gown, publicly humiliating me.
My charming fiancé, Ethan, watched, then sealed my fate.
My own brother, Marcus, ravenous for power, colluded with them.
They engineered my ruin, aligning with Viktor Rostova's Apex Global, swallowing our family empire whole.
My father, the Senator, fell mysteriously ill, then was cruelly silenced.
The memory of their betrayal, cold and hard, was a raw wound.
How could the people I trusted most destroy me so utterly?
Their 'revenge' for one public embarrassment had cost me everything.
But this time, I knew their every move.
This time, it would be different.
I stood, calm and steady, ready to dismantle them piece by piece.
The first move? My true dress.
Then, a reckoning for every single one of them. The Alpha King's Maid is the Moon of Vengeance
Werewolf I watched my family burn.
My fiancé, Holland Berger, lit the match-then smiled as he climbed over their ashes. I survived. I became Anitra Bennett, a nameless Omega servant.
I hid myself in Alpha King's castle, waiting in humiliation for the day I could destroy the person I hated.
Every night in his bed was a lesson in endurance. Every cold command, every bitter dose of contraceptive herbs, every moment I knelt when I wanted to tear his throat out-I told myself it was the price of revenge.
But the Alpha King, Devan Sterling, was never just a monster. He saved my life in the garden. He saw my face in the moonlight. And when I tried to kill Holland, when I thought I was finally striking back, Devan didn't punish me.
He smiled.
He already knew my real name. He knew my family history. He knew every lie I had ever told. He had been watching me from the very beginning, pulling the strings I thought were my own.
And now, with his lips against my ear, he whispers the question that will haunt me forever:
"Who else do you want to kill?"
I came here to destroy my enemies. But I never expected the Alpha King to make me his weapon-or to make me wonder if the deadliest monster in this castle might be the only man who truly sees me. Sacrifice: The Mafia Don's Pregnant Wife
Mafia I was the illegitimate daughter of a powerful mafia Consigliere, forced to scrub their marble floors while my half-sister Cassidy lived like a pampered princess.
When Cassidy was ordered to marry a condemned, brutally tortured Underboss in a deadly blood-oath execution, my father dragged me to the underground black site to take her place.
They forced me into a cheap wedding dress and locked me in a pitch-black cell with a dying man, expecting us both to catch an executioner's bullet.
My stepmother even handed me a small glass vial through the iron bars—the exact same poison she had used to slowly murder my pregnant mother years ago.
"The Don is issuing the kill order tonight. Drink this. Save yourself the agony," she mocked.
My father simply stood by and watched, willingly throwing me to the wolves just to keep his precious legitimate daughter entirely safe.
I stared at the poison in my calloused palm, and then at the bleeding, terrifying mafia boss chained to the concrete wall.
They honestly thought I was just a disposable pawn, meant to die quietly in the dirt so they could continue building their glamorous underworld empire on my mother's bones.
But they forgot I inherited my mother's underground medical brilliance.
I pulled a sterilized scalpel from my hidden trauma kit, looked the deadly Underboss right in the eye, and made a blood vow that would soon burn my family's entire empire to the ground. The Scorned Bride's True Billionaire Identity
Romance Three weeks before the wedding, Stella Beaumont stood in a luxury boutique, encased in a million-dollar custom gown. It was the perfect dress for her perfect, arranged marriage into the Carlisle empire.
Then her phone buzzed with a photo from her best friend. It was her fiancé, Ethan, tenderly escorting her perpetually ill stepsister, Isabelle, out of an OB/GYN clinic.
When Stella confronted him, Ethan coldly offered her a one-way ticket to Paris as hush money. Down in the lobby, Isabelle faked a dramatic collapse to frame her. Ethan violently shoved Stella aside to cradle his mistress. Soon after, Stella's own mother called.
"Get on your knees and beg Isabelle for forgiveness, or you are no longer a Beaumont!"
When Stella refused, her mother instantly disowned her and froze every single one of her bank accounts. For years, her biological parents had treated her like a disposable commodity while showering the fake daughter with love. Now, they thought they could strip her of her funds and force her to swallow this ultimate humiliation.
But they had no idea who they were dealing with.
Stella didn't shed a single tear. She shredded the custom gown, shoved Isabelle's head into a freezing plaza fountain, and posted the cheating evidence online for all of New York society to see. Then, bypassing her frozen family trust, she pulled out a mysterious, limitless black card with a royal crest.
"I'm not the jilted fiancée. I'm the one who ended it."
She was done playing the obedient pawn. It was time to flip the board. Escaping The Billionaire's Ten Million Dollar Debt
Romance For seven years, Stella Lane was Julian Sterling's perfect assistant and obedient possession, bought for three million dollars to keep her dying brother alive.
But her gilded cage shattered the night Julian wagered her in a poker game against a ruthless underworld boss.
He had the winning hand, yet he deliberately threw the game.
"Go. Fulfill your duties."
Julian's voice was as cold as ice as he handed her over to the predator.
When his security team eventually intervened, it wasn't a rescue—it was just Julian sanitizing his property before his upcoming wedding to a wealthy heiress.
Desperate, Stella handed in her resignation, only to be trapped by a ten-million-dollar breach-of-contract penalty.
To further break her, Julian forced her to serve his new fiancée at a family dinner like a lowly maid.
His grandmother even tried to pawn her off to a crude, arrogant heir, promising her massive debt would be cleared if she entertained him.
Stella had given Julian her youth, her body, and her absolute loyalty, mistaking her jailer for a savior.
Why was she just a disposable toy to him? Why, after discarding her for a perfect bride, did he still insist on torturing her with impossible debts and endless humiliation?
Waking up in a hospital bed with severe pneumonia after finally fighting back, Stella looked at her phone ringing with Julian's name.
She calmly ripped the IV needle from her bleeding hand and powered the phone off.
The contract was dead, and this time, she was choosing herself. Forsaken By The Alpha: The Wolfless Mate's Revenge
Werewolf For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two." The Unwanted Wife's Secret Billionaire Heir
Billionaires Fiona Ferguson was trapped in a cold, transactional marriage with billionaire Holland Montgomery just to save her dying grandmother.
On their wedding night, he didn't touch her. Instead, he slammed an emergency contraceptive pill onto the vanity, accusing her of drugging him to secure a ring.
She swallowed the bitter pill to appease him. But weeks later, a routine medical checkup revealed the impossible: she was four weeks pregnant. Her grandmother's herbal anxiety medication had secretly neutralized the contraceptive.
Terrified of his ruthless temper, Fiona hid the pregnancy while enduring his constant humiliations. When her grandmother's life-saving heart transplant was suddenly bumped for a VIP patient, Fiona swallowed her pride and begged Holland to use his hospital board influence.
He didn't even listen. Instead, he pulled out a black American Express card and threw it across his massive desk.
"Name your price," he sneered, treating her desperate plea for a life like a cheap shakedown. "One million? Five? Let's just put a number on it."
Staring at the heavy black card, something inside Fiona finally shattered. She had taken his pills, endured his family's mockery, and let him treat her like dirt—all to keep her only family alive. But he truly believed her soul had a price tag.
A chilling calm washed over her. Without touching the card, she looked the billionaire dead in the eye with profound contempt.
"I regret the day I ever met you," she said, her voice like ice. "As soon as the surgery is over, we are getting a divorce. And I am walking away with absolutely nothing." The Chef's Lie, Her Scars
Modern My husband Collin and I were Chicago' s culinary power couple, but our perfect life was a lie. To win the coveted Golden Spoon award, he brought in a protégée, Casey-a woman who looked just like me, twenty years younger.
Then I overheard his sickening plan. He would use my talent to win the award, securing our empire. After that, he' d set Casey up as his adoring mistress in Europe.
"I get to have both," he bragged. "The respectable chef wife, the passionate, adoring mistress. It's perfect."
He publicly humiliated me, abandoned me after a kitchen fire left my arm scarred, and painted me as a jealous, unstable woman when I caught them together. He thought I was too devoted to our restaurant, too blinded by love to ever see his betrayal.
He was wrong.
The final straw wasn't his affair, but his cruelty. After he left me bleeding on the street to rush Casey to the hospital for a minor scratch, I finally saw the truth. I would not just leave him. I would vanish, erasing myself from his life so completely that he'd be left with nothing but the ashes of the empire I built. From Ruin, A Family's Rebirth
Modern The hum of my hydroponic pumps was the sound of success, a constant thrum in the Harmony Springs warehouses I' d brought back to life.
I was Ethan Miller, the tech kid who' d poured every fortune back into this dying town, promising jobs and prosperity.
Then the celebration died the moment the angry shouts from outside drowned out the pumps.
A mob, half the town, stood in my gravel lot, their faces twisted with an anger I couldn' t grasp, led by Chad Thompson, a man I' d hired, trusted, and considered family.
"There he is! The millionaire!" someone screamed, and the wave of accusation focused on me.
Chad laughed, a short, ugly sound. "This is a town meeting, Ethan. You' re the guest of honor. We' re tired of you getting rich off our backs."
They called me a parasite, a thief, accusing me of exploiting them, despite the jobs I'd created and the wages I'd paid.
They saw my success and interpreted it as a betrayal.
They demanded an insane increase in rent, 50,000 dollars per warehouse, and 20% of my company' s profits, with Chad as chairman.
It wasn't about money; it was about control.
"No," I said, my voice quiet but final. "I will not be extorted."
The shouts became threats, a violent crescendo. "Get out of our town, you thief!"
Then, the first rock slammed into the metal siding of my warehouse.
They swarmed, shattering windows, overturning equipment, trampling my plants into mud.
My dream, my life' s work, was being systematically destroyed by the very people I had come home to save.
My wife, Sarah, and daughter, Lily, arrived, just as a brute backed out of the warehouse, nearly hitting Lily with a metal shelf.
I lunged, taking the blow myself, crumpling to the ground as Lily screamed.
Chad smirked over me, "Looks like you had a little accident."
Sarah' s fury erupted. "You! He treated you like a brother! He came back to this dead-end town because he believed in it!"
The betrayal solidified into an icy resolve.
"They can have it," I rasped, defeat in my voice. "They can have this whole damned town."
But they weren' t getting my technology.
That night, under the cover of darkness, I orchestrate a silent, complete extraction, leaving Harmony Springs with nothing but an empty shell, unaware of the financial trap I laid. Unloved Daughter, Unbreakable Spirit
Young Adult After three years away, the day finally came: my parents and little sister were coming home.
My heart pounded with a desperate hope, imagining the hugs and loving welcomes I' d missed.
But when they arrived, their eyes went straight to my doll-like sister, Brittany, leaving me, Chloe, standing invisible in the doorway.
"You' ve gotten so… big," my mother, Sarah, stated flatly, her gaze making my simple clothes feel cheap and ugly.
Brittany' s innocent-sounding jab, "Mommy, she looks like a country girl," was met with my dad' s chuckle and my mom' s tired smile, twisting a knife in my chest.
What followed was a slow, agonizing realization: I wasn' t a daughter, but a utility.
My hands bled from endless chores, yet my mother dismissed it as "attention-seeking."
I overheard my father declare my future: stuck in our small town, running the family store, "good enough for her."
Then came the slap-a public humiliation, a burning sting on my face for a spilled candy jar worth mere cents.
Their casual cruelty overshadowed any physical pain, confirming I was nothing more than a nuisance.
My grandmother, the only warmth in my world, held me as I sobbed.
"Some people are just not meant to be in your heart," she whispered, her words a bitter truth.
I tried again, making my mother a birthday cake with my own saved money, only for her to call it "ugly" and knock it to the floor, shattering it-and my last vestiges of hope.
The final blow came when my mother accused me of theft, hitting me so hard my head throbbed, while my father stood by.
Then Brittany ran in, crying over a scraped knee, and their immediate, doting concern made it sickeningly clear: her minor discomfort outweighed my brutal reality.
Why was their love so conditional, so utterly, devastatingly absent for me?
Why did their concern instantly shift to a superficial scrape while my pain was invisible, dismissed, or even caused by them?
How could a family be so blind, so callous, to its own child?
The answer solidified with chilling clarity: I was done trying to earn a love they would never give.
That night, I started tearing up every academic achievement, every proof of my efforts, a quiet declaration of war: I would not be their victim. His Wife's Cruel Secret
Modern My name is Nathaniel Lester, a legacy in The Directorate, a secret agency where my legendary father, "Ghost," once operated.
I chose to sacrifice a leadership career, opting for a field agent role, all to stay close to my high-ranking handler wife, Sylvia, whom I loved more than anything.
That choice shattered my world during a mission in Eastern Europe when I was captured by mercenaries, tortured, and had the crucial "Rosetta Key" cut from my arm, leaving me broken and left for dead.
My hero, Sylvia, later rescued me, but her voice from the hospital hallway - "using the mercenaries to set up Nathaniel... maybe we went too far," followed by, "Caleb needs the Rosetta Key... As for Nathaniel? He has me. That's enough" - echoed louder than any scream.
My wife, the woman I devoted everything to, and my lifelong mentor, conspired to leave me brutally maimed for a promotion for some rookie named Caleb, destroying my body, my career, and my very identity.
They systematically fed me lies, delayed my healing with fake serums, and orchestrated my public humiliation, stripping me of my clearance and painting me as a traitor just as Caleb, the one who benefited from my agony, was groomed to replace me.
How could my closest allies betray me so utterly?
What dark game were they playing, and why did my sacrifice mean so little?
Alone in that locked room, with nothing left but searing pain and raging fury, I remembered one thing they forgot: my father, Ghost, always had a contingency for betrayal.
I activated his hidden protocol, a desperate signal sent through my life force, relinquishing my old self to call the Ghost home, knowing this was either my end or my ultimate rebirth. My Wife's Faked Death
Modern At sixty-six, lying in a hospice bed, my breath a shallow rasp, I faced the end of a lifetime of thankless labor. My estranged daughter stood by, refusing eye contact, when she announced, "You have a visitor."
The door opened, and in walked a woman older, impeccably dressed-my wife, Jenny, who had supposedly died in a fiery car crash forty years ago.
She thanked me for raising Stella and caring for her parents, then offered a condescending "donation" to cover my burial costs. The betrayal, forty years old, ripped through me like a fresh wound, knowing my daughter was in on the lie, my whole life a bitter joke.
My heart seized, the world went dark, and the monitor beside my bed screamed its frantic protest.
Then, light. I gasped, shooting upright, my heart strong, my hands calloused and young. I wasn' t in a hospice; I was in my own bedroom, 26 again, clutching Jenny' s crumpled "suicide note."
She was gone, but not dead. This time, I' d make her "death" real. The Devil's Sister
Horror My name is Jocelyn Clark, or it was.
Five years ago, my husband, Ethan, sent me away, pregnant and alone, to a forgotten town.
He was obsessed with my sister, Nicole, convinced she was a fragile angel, but she was a viper.
He abandoned me, and then she had me killed.
Now, Nicole's heart is failing, and Ethan's desperate search for a compatible donor leads him back to the dilapidated house where he sent me to die.
He calls, only to have a small, trembling voice answer, "My mom? She passed away. A long time ago."
He dismisses it as a game, storms to the town, and demands to find me, refusing to believe Barney, the old sheriff, who tells him the truth: "Jocelyn is dead. She' s been dead for five years."
Ethan' s arrogance blinds him; he sees conspiracy where there is only tragedy.
He refuses to accept my death or the existence of our son, Matthew, whom he dismisses as a "bastard" and threatens to harm.
His cruel intent escalates until his men dangle our terrified son from a rooftop, a brutal ultimatum for me to reveal myself.
Just as Matthew falls, the DNA report arrives: "He' s your son!"
Simultaneously, word comes: "We found the grave... Jocelyn Clark."
The horrifying truth about my death and our child's paternity crashes down, shattering Ethan' s world.
He thought he was seeking a donor, a wife, but he was condemning his own son. From Sugar Baby to Heiress
Young Adult At seventeen, my world was simple, filled with summer heat and the promise of graduation, all centered around my wild first love, Jax Carter.
But his family's money whispered through town, a power that turned to poison when his twisted need for revenge against my mother crippled my ten-year-old brother, Miguel, and left me pregnant and abandoned.
My comfortable life vanished overnight, replaced by the relentless burden of Miguel's medical bills, forcing me into the humiliating role of a "sugar baby," enduring leering old men just to survive.
Eight years later, I walked into a charity auction, a sea of tailored suits and glittering gowns, only to see him across the room: Jax, now a successful architect, thriving, untouched, with a beautiful fiancée by his side.
His presence, a stark contrast to my daily struggle and the constant reminder of my brother' s shattered future, ignited a cold, burning rage so deep it threatened to consume me.
When fate, or perhaps karma, brought him back into my orbit, terminally ill and desperate for a relationship with Mateo – the son he never knew he had – I saw my chance.
He wanted redemption and believed I offered forgiveness, but every kind word, every tender touch, was a meticulously crafted lie, a performance designed to lure him into my trap.
I would use his guilt, his vast wealth, and his desperate hope for a cure to secure everything for my brother and son, then deliver a truth so brutal it would obliterate him.
This wasn' t a second chance; it was the ultimate, calculated payment for a debt he owed, ensuring he would finally pay for the ruin he caused my family, even if it meant destroying myself in the process. The Harrison Heir's Vengeance
Billionaires My Austin estate, usually a haven of quiet luxury, felt like a cage. My engagement to Brooke, stable as the family fortune, was meant to be the next logical step in a life I thought I largely controlled.
Then came the primal scream from my throat, wordless in the chill of a nightmare that suddenly, terrifyingly, became real: the heavy thud of our main gate, the crash downstairs signaling intruders, and the glint of steel.
I barricaded my mother and myself in my room, listening in horror as my sister, Savannah, dismissed Mom’s desperate pleas as "drama" on the phone, accusing me of faking it, while a knife plunged into Mom’s chest. Barely escaping with my life and a broken body, I stumbled to my fiancée Brooke for help, only to be branded a liar and brutally whipped by her, Savannah’s poisoned words already having turned her against me.
How could my own flesh and blood, consumed by jealousy for some pathetic country singer, orchestrate such a savage betrayal, painting me as the villain while my mother bled out? The burning injustice tore through me, mingling with the chilling realization that those I trusted most were the ones who condemned me.
But as the sirens approached and a call from the sheriff confirmed the bloody truth and an arrest, a new, cold resolve cemented within me: the naive boy was gone, replaced by a man forged in fire, ready to reclaim his destiny, unmask the true orchestrator, and dismantle the lives of everyone who dared to wrong the Harrisons. You might like
While My Husband Cheated, I Married His Powerful Brother
Minja To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money.
Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth.
Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover.
She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years.
After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past.
She was wrong.
The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world.
Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back.
But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life.
Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother.
Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his.
Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother. Accidentally Pregnant With The Billionaire Heir
Bae Writes One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents.
Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice.
The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke.
Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door.
Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection.
No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose. Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle
Natala O'neal To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears.
After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms.
"You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive.
Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it.
When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her?
All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss.
When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply.
"Call her Aunt." Nine Rejected Marriages, I Wed My Ex's Rival
Mattie Valelly Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time.
Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle.
It was his ninth broken promise.
When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson.
"Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money."
Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant.
"It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me."
After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her.
She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number.
Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival.
"Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?"
Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb. Discarded By Him, Claimed By The Zillionaire
TESS WHITE I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart.
But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage.
When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway.
He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop.
At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me.
They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond.
When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue.
"Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?"
He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests.
Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died.
To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg.
I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival.
It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground. Trick Him Into Divorce, Then Flee With His Unknown Kid
Rashmi For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight's secret wife.
While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her.
Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose's emergency room pregnant. and Ryan is the one protecting her.
That is the night Rose stops loving him.
What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation.
So Rose walks away-with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years.
But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife.
Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world.
As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth-
He didn't lose a woman who loved him.
He lost the only woman he would ever love.
And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father. FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
Ophelia Corrigan SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé plowing my cousin on our bed.
Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth.
Then I find out my grandmother is dying.
This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too.
Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy.
That's when Simon Hart-my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation-makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal.
"Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You're tired of everyone pitying you. I'm rich as fuck, handsome as hell, and charming as fuck. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?"
The problem is, he's right.
I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down.
It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings sex. No jealousy. No expectations.
Just sex.
And it worked perfectly.
Right up until everything went completely off the rails.
Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!
Ela Osaretin "Spread your legs," the cold, handsome doctor ordered.
To escape her ex-boyfriend's wedding invitation , Alana Martin attended an elite gala, wore a borrowed gown , and ended up spending a wild night with a dangerously handsome stranger.
Panicked, she fled the next morning -only to end up in the hospital days later with severe inflammation.
But when the curtain pulled back, the "doctor" examining her intimate areas was the exact same man from that night!
Worse?
He was looking at her with a wicked smirk,
"You stole my first night, ignored my note , and now you're playing the amnesia game? I'm the victim here, little lady. Take responsibility." Played by the billionaire twins
Tanny-precious Five years after graduating from one of New York's top modelling schools, Amy Walters is still waiting for her big breakthrough in the fashion world. Desperation leads her straight into the arms of Liam Carter, the powerful CEO of a top fashion empire, who offers her the deal of a lifetime-with a condition.
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"If I agree to do it..." I forced out, "Will you sign me as your model?"
Liam's cheeks flushed, and he leaned forward, elbows on knees. "Depends."
I stiffened. "On what?"
He got up from the couch and headed towards me.
I did not step back, even as he circled around me slowly, staring like a predator, inspecting his prey.
He was standing behind me, his face against mine so that the air breathed down my ear. "On how well you please me tonight." I Slapped My Fiancé-Then Married His Billionaire Nemesis
Jessica C. Dolan Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he's not letting me go. 
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