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The Trophy Wife's Ruthless Revenge
Billionaires Keely returned to her Manhattan penthouse a day early, expecting the loving billionaire husband who had just told her how much he missed her.
Instead, the scent of cheap vanilla perfume led her to the guest room, where she found Haden tangled in the sheets with his timid, soft-spoken secretary.
To the world, Haden was the flawless, devoted partner. He would even beat a man to a bloody pulp at a high-society gala just for insulting her, violently claiming he was protecting his wife.
But behind his golden-retriever facade lay a narcissistic monster. While begging for her affection and making her breakfast, he was secretly draining their marital assets into offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands.
Keely had to swallow her disgust, forcing a perfect smile as she played the clueless, dependent trophy wife he wanted her to be.
It made her physically sick. She couldn't understand how the man who looked into the camera with eyes full of love just last night could be the same thief plotting to leave her with nothing. Was his violent, suffocating obsession with her just a sick cover for his betrayal?
But Haden didn't know his "helpless" wife was actually the ruthless CTO of a tech empire. She had already hacked the home surveillance and traced the missing funds, ready to make him bleed. Then, her private investigator called with a medical report that pushed her revenge to the edge.
"Mrs. Jones, Darlene Sutton is six weeks pregnant." Awakening Love: Reborn to Be His Dragon Bride
Fantasy At the royal feast, the Dragon King raised his goblet to announce my greatest honor: a betrothal to Crown Prince Damien Beaumont-Carlisle.
The hall rippled with laughter at me-a cold-blooded "Dragonless," an orphan of a fallen house, clinging to her pathetic, unrequited devotion to the future king.
But staring into Damien's golden eyes, I could only feel the agonizing ghost of my past life.
He had never loved me. After tiring of me, he threw me into his dungeons and left me to starve. As I lay dying in that endless, freezing darkness, the only warmth I ever felt was a stranger's kindness-a piece of bread and a cup of water, slipped through the bars by Gideon, the "crippled" Dragon Lord of the North.
I died forgotten, my years of devotion worth less than nothing to the man I had loved.
Then I opened my eyes-and I was back at the exact moment before the King sealed my fate.
"My heart already belongs to another," I interrupted, my voice ringing through the silent hall as I stared straight into Damien's shocked face.
"I wish to marry the Lord of Ironfang Keep. Gideon Beaumont-Carlisle."
I would trade the powerful, living prince for his comatose, wounded uncle. And this time, I would not wait for death to find me. I would wake the sleeping dragon-and make every soul who wronged me regret the day I was reborn. My Ruthless Mafia Ex-Husband Begs For Mercy
Mafia I was the devoted wife of Pietro, the untouchable Don of the New York Syndicate. I thought my love could bridge the gap between my civilian life and his brutal underworld.
Then, I swiped open his unlocked private tablet.
I discovered he had been forwarding my most intimate boudoir photos, desperate texts, and sweet voice notes to a dark web group chat filled with his ruthless soldiers and his female associate, Zoya.
They dissected my naked body for amusement.
Pietro captioned my lingerie photo, "Like a starving animal," and told his men I was just a "stable cover" with a clean background.
When I cried over his safety during a turf war, his Capos joked about my whimpers. Pietro bragged to them that starving me of attention was standard protocol to break me.
When I confronted him with the evidence, he didn't apologize.
"You are acting bitter and hysterical. A Don doesn't have time for civilian trivialities."
He warned me that if I walked out, I would be dead to his world, dismissing my absolute humiliation as mere locker-room talk.
My affection for him had been a form of worship, yet my marriage was nothing but a spectator sport for his entire regime. He traded my dignity to feed his god-complex.
I didn't cry, and I didn't beg for his love.
Instead, I packed my bags, transferred every damning screenshot to a secure drive, and calmly handed the files over to the Syndicate Elders.
It was time to burn his empire to the ground. His Hidden Wife: The Purser's Secret
Romance For five years, Nora Vance's marriage to billionaire CEO Julian Sinclair existed solely on paper, sustained by a monthly wire transfer and an unbreakable rule of total anonymity.
As a purser for his airline, she was perfectly content being a ghost in his life.
That fragile peace shattered the day she caught him emerging from an airport restroom with a disheveled socialite.
Instead of ignoring her, Julian grabbed her wrist in front of her entire crew, dragged her into the very same restroom, and punished her with a brutal, claiming kiss.
Her quiet life was instantly destroyed.
He forced a massive diamond ring back onto her finger and dragged her to his family's sprawling estate, throwing her to the wolves.
At the dinner table, his mother openly humiliated her, while Julian merely used her as a shield to deflect his father's demands for an heir.
When her abusive stepfather called to extort her, Julian intercepted the phone.
But instead of helping her, he cornered her on the dark terrace, his eyes filled with absolute contempt, accusing her of conspiring to siphon his family's wealth.
Nora's heart turned to ice. For five years, he hadn't cared if she lived or died.
Why was he suddenly dragging her into the light, changing the rules without warning, and treating her with such possessive cruelty?
"Starting tomorrow, you're moving back into the estate. Remember your place."
Looking at the ruthless man who held all the power, Nora stopped fighting and smiled a bitter, brittle smile.
If he was determined to brand her as a grasping gold-digger, then starting tomorrow, she would show him exactly how expensive playing his wife could be. His Unwanted Wife Is A Dying Genius
Romance The biopsy report slid across the cold metal desk, stamped with a brutal death sentence: advanced gastric cancer. Aretha had exactly ninety days left to live.
It was her twenty-sixth birthday, but her phone only rang with a furious call from her husband, Anders.
"Do you have any idea how much of a joke you made this family look like today? Post a public apology to Kelli right now."
He had completely forgotten her birthday, only caring that she skipped her adopted sister's yacht party.
When Aretha dragged her failing body back to the family estate, her biological mother slapped her across the face just for looking pale and embarrassing them in front of guests.
Seeing Aretha wasn't submitting to the usual abuse, Kelli deliberately threw herself down the stairs, playing the innocent, depressed victim.
Anders rushed in and shoved Aretha brutally against the wall to protect Kelli, while her biological father delivered his ultimate threat.
"I am freezing your trust fund. Get on your knees and apologize to Kelli right now, or you won't see another dime."
A massive, suffocating sense of absurdity washed over Aretha. She had spent six years lowering her head and begging for their approval, only to be treated like a disposable placeholder. Why should she spend her final days enduring this agonizing torture for people who didn't even care if she breathed?
Aretha wiped the blood from her chin and laughed. She publicly severed all ties with her family, whipped the signed divorce papers directly at Anders's face, and walked out into the freezing storm—ready to fight for her own life. Too Late For Regret: My Genius Wife
Modern I was hemorrhaging on the cold linoleum of the emergency room, my jeans soaked in blood as I begged the nurse to call my husband. I needed Erik’s signature for an emergency surgery to save my life, but he wouldn't pick up.
When I finally reached his assistant, the truth hit me harder than the physical pain. Erik was in the same hospital, just a few floors up, giving strict orders not to be disturbed because his sister-in-law, Athena, was having a "difficult" delivery.
I signed my own consent form and woke up hollow, the pregnancy gone. Shaking and barely able to walk, I dragged myself to the VIP ward only to find Erik rocking Athena’s baby with a look of pure, paternal love—a look he had never given me.
"You’re just trying to pull focus because my brother’s heir was born," he sneered when I finally confronted him at home later that night.
"Stop the drama, Carie. Was it a migraine or just cramps this time?"
He didn't believe me when I told him I’d lost our child, and he certainly didn't believe me when I told him Athena had intentionally rammed my car two years ago to cause my first miscarriage. To him, I was just "low-stock" trash who couldn't provide an heir, while Athena was the fragile widow who needed his protection.
His mother stood there laughing, threatening to freeze my credit cards if I walked out the door, while Erik watched with cold indifference. They thought they had trapped a penniless orphan, but they forgot one thing: I was the one who designed the very empire they were standing on.
As I walked out into the blizzard, I didn't just leave a divorce petition on the floor; I triggered the code to short their family stock into the ground.
"I'm not just taking my name back, Erik," I whispered as the gates slammed shut.
"I'm taking everything." The Stoic Nurse's Obsession: My Secret Queen
Modern At St. Jude’s Prep, I was the "scholarship waste" in a sea of navy blue blazers and old money. I purposely handed in a blank placement exam, accepting a spot in the remedial track just to gain access to the school's high-speed server backbone.
While my teachers mocked my "inevitable failure," I was secretly fighting a digital war. I intercepted a high-level breach by the notorious hacker Black Eagle, bricking his hardware and neutralizing the threat before he could touch the school’s financial records.
But at home, the victory tasted like ash. My socialite mother, Inger, called me a "useless stain" and a "waste of space" over a dinner of roast beef and expensive wine. My stepsister Erika mocked my lack of talent, never realizing that the "freak" she despised had just earned a $50,000 bounty for a single hour of work.
I lived as a ghost, hiding my genius behind a frayed gray hoodie and a mask of indifference. I thought I was invisible, but the school nurse, Fielding Pickett, saw through my cover, tracing my pulse and my code with predatory precision.
"Nice code, Ruiz," he whispered, a warning that my sanctuary was crumbling.
The pressure finally broke me. I collapsed in the infirmary with a 103-degree fever, my secret identity hanging by a thread. As I lay half-conscious on the cot, the IT administrator burst in, screaming that the Dark Web had just put a million-dollar bounty on the head of a hacker named "Q."
Fielding leaned over me, his eyes dark and knowing, as the world outside began hunting for my life.
"I've got you, Q," he whispered, just as the darkness took me. When His Love Became My Torture
Modern For five years after an accident stole his memory, my husband Ethan treated me like a ghost. He flaunted his affair with his mistress, Kasey, while I endured their daily cruelty, hoping the man I loved would return.
My escape was planned to the last detail, a contract that would give me back our gallery and my freedom. But they found out.
Kasey framed me for hurting her children, then had them spray acid on my hands.
Ethan, consumed by her lies, dragged me to a museum for his final, brutal act of punishment.
He had my mouth, eyes, and ears sewn shut. Then he hung me upside down for the world to see. He thought he had broken me.
But he didn't know about the hidden cameras. Or the powerful family I had kept secret.
They left me for dead, but they only started a war. The Scapegoat Wife's Ultimate Comeback
Modern Everyone told me I was "too much," but billionaire Conor Hudson seemed to love my chaotic energy. I thought his quiet demeanor was a safe harbor.
I was wrong. His silence wasn't love; it was a cage he built to hide his obsession with his adopted sister, Hillery.
When Hillery committed a hit-and-run, Conor didn't call the police. He grabbed me, his eyes cold and terrifying, and demanded I take the fall for her.
"You're my wife," he snarled. "You owe me this."
When I refused to be their scapegoat, he imprisoned me in a windowless room, weaponizing my severe claustrophobia to break my mind.
That' s when I uncovered the sickest truth of all.
Hillery wasn't just his lover. She was a fraud who had stolen my dead sister's art legacy-and was the very reason my sister was murdered.
Conor thought he could torture me into silence.
Instead, I escaped.
On the night of Hillery's lavish engagement party, I hijacked the global live stream.
I looked into the camera, smiling at the husband watching in horror.
"I' m giving you exactly what you wanted, Conor. You' re free." Rejected Proposal, Found Forever
Billionaires The air in the Hayes family ballroom was thick with money and expectation. Five years. It had been five years since Ethan Miller, a man on the cover of tech magazines, had last stood in a room like this, surrounded by the same welcoming, curious faces.
Then he saw her. Chloe Hayes, weaving through the crowd, a vision in silver. She stopped before him and got down on one knee, producing a ring from a small, velvet box.
"Ethan Miller," Chloe announced, her voice ringing with confidence. "I was a fool to let you go. Marry me." Everyone stared at him, their faces glowing with anticipation, recalling the boy who loved Chloe with a desperate, all-consuming passion.
But Ethan's gaze was flat. His mind drifted back to their engagement party five years ago, the night she stood on a stage and accused him of being a fraud, claiming he stole the technology meant to make his name-all to protect another man.
The memory didn't sting anymore; it was just a fact. He finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry, Chloe. I can't accept."
Whispers erupted. Chloe's perfect facade cracked. "Moved on? Ethan, don't be ridiculous. It's always been you and me."
"No," he corrected gently. "It was you and me. It isn't anymore. I'm married." As if on cue, a woman with warm, intelligent eyes and a little girl with Ethan's dark hair entered the ballroom. "Daddy!" the little girl cried, running to him. Ethan knelt, not for Chloe, but for his daughter.
Chloe remained on the floor, the ring box in her hand, her reality shattered. "No, this isn't real. You're lying."
"I don't entertain trash, Chloe," Ethan said, his voice cold. His wife, Sarah, stepped forward, fierce and protective. "He's my husband. We were married three years ago. If you continue to harass my family, I will see you in court."
Ethan turned his back on Chloe, walking away with Sarah and Lily. He was finally, completely free. Regretful Man, Redeemed Woman
Romance I put the divorce papers on the mahogany desk, a soft thud in the quiet study.
Ethan didn't even look up from his laptop.
"Divorce papers," I said, my voice steady, betraying none of the thousand times I' d practiced this moment.
He signed them without a glance, dismissing a decade of my love, two years of marriage, with a casual flick of a pen.
"I' m going to be busy with Isabella for the next few days," he added, attention already back on his screen. "Don' t call me unless the house is on fire."
His indifference was a physical blow, a chilling premonition of the betrayal to come.
Just three weeks ago, I had held a positive pregnancy test, naive hope swelling in my heart that our baby would finally make him see me, make our house a home.
Instead, I watched him propose to Isabella, his college sweetheart, on the evening news, a public spectacle of his true affections.
The shock sent me to the floor, pain tearing through me, and I woke up in a hospital bed-alone-the doctor' s grim words confirming I had lost our child.
He never even knew it existed.
Now, I found myself packing a single suitcase, leaving behind everything, even the life I had so desperately tried to build.
My best friend, Chloe, asked, "He didn' t even ask why?"
"No," I whispered, my hand instinctively going to my flat stomach, an ache, a constant, dull reminder.
I felt empty, completely empty, yet a strange sense of calm settled over me.
Because as I looked at the signed papers, I knew this wasn't just a divorce.
It was a declaration of independence. The Sterling Contract: From Obligation to Love
Romance The humid air in front of the Marriage Bureau was thick with my unease.
I was marrying a stranger, Julian Sterling, a man as cold and imposing as his family's fortune, all to save my family from ruin.
Just as I thought I'd survived the sham ceremony, my ex, Caleb, and his fiancée, Chloe, appeared, dripping with condescension.
Chloe, whose family had crushed my father's business, smirked about her upcoming lavish wedding, intending to humiliate me.
Suddenly, a wave of defiant fury washed over me.
I clung to Julian' s arm, forcing a syrupy smile, declaring we'd be there, and then brandished our freshly signed marriage certificate, promising his legal team would handle any further slander.
My cold husband' s indifferent confirmation froze Caleb, making Chloe' s triumphant facade crumble.
But their shock soon turned to malice, as Chloe escalated her attacks, spreading vile, AI-generated intimate photos of me across my university forum, aiming to destroy my reputation and career.
The university dismissed my pleas, leaving me alone and shattered, walking aimlessly towards the Hudson, feeling utterly hopeless and violated.
Why was this happening to me?
Just when I thought I was completely adrift, Julian, the man who cared about nothing, found me.
He was enraged, not at me, but at the injustice, revealing he' d already unleashed his formidable resources, tracing the digital assault directly back to Chloe.
He secured her suspension and initiated a police investigation.
In that moment, he wasn't just my contract husband; he was my unexpected protector, and for the first time, I felt a fragile thread of hope, ready to fight back. Her Cruelest Choice
Fantasy I was an ancient nature spirit, bound by a vow to protect the Beaumont family, a debt paid by saving young Clara-Belle from a deadly sickness, transforming myself into a human and pouring my essence into a spectral snake that rested on my arm. She became my wife, but her childhood sweetheart, Beauford, returned, whispering tales of magic to cure his feigned illness.
Then, Clara-Belle, the woman I loved, looked me dead in the eye and flatly demanded my snake' s heart for Beauford, calling it "just a snake" as if it weren't my very spirit.
I felt every agonizing slice as they cut the heart out, my strength draining, my hair turning white, a pain so profound it ripped through my very being, yet she only showed annoyance at my "drama" while Beauford reveled in my torment, plotting to boil what remained of my essence into a "revitalizing stew," then setting a cruel hawk on my fading form.
How could she forget the life I poured into her, the sacrifice I made, the vows she swore, trading true magic for a charlatan' s lies and calling me a trickster for the very protection that shielded her family from a centuries-old curse?
With my essence unmade and my heart utterly broken by her betrayal, I shattered the ancient plaque symbolizing my vow, and as my human form shimmered and faded, a cosmic voice called me to ascend, leaving behind the mortal realm and my tormentors to face the true consequence of their monstrous acts. The CEO's Secret Birthright
Billionaires Tonight, as CEO of Sterling Corp, I was on my victory lap. My three years had transformed the company, culminating in a billion-dollar 'Solar City Initiative'—a triumph of my life's work. The gala hummed, celebrating my success.
Then, my wife, Chloe Sterling, made her grand entrance—on the arm of her college flame, Blake Jennings, patting a swollen belly that wasn’t mine. "You're done, Michael," she announced, her voice echoing through the stunned ballroom. "You're fired. Get out."
My in-laws, the founders, stood by, their faces blank. The crowd, who moments before lauded my brilliance, now smirked or pitied. Chloe offered a paltry $100,000, calling my work "chump change," and brandished divorce papers demanding everything. Blake gloated, "Know your place. You’re less than nothing."
Despite the public humiliation and losing absolutely everything, I simply signed the papers. My calm unwavering. "This isn't over," I murmured, a faint smile on my lips. "The real show is about to begin." The whispers started: "Is he delusional?" "He’s snapped." What could possibly fuel such impossible confidence?
Just as security moved forward, the ballroom doors opened. My 'mother' and 'father,' William and Elizabeth Sterling, walked in. I turned to them, my voice cutting through the silence: "Mom? Dad? I think it’s time you explained." 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." 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. 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. 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.
Three Little Secrets: The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs
minnie df For nineteen-year-old Lina Moore, a mandatory hospital health screening tied to a prestigious scholarship feels like her only escape from a life of control under her cold, demanding aunt and uncle. It's supposed to be routine. It changes everything.
On the same day, a rushed nurse makes a devastating mistake-confusing Lina for Maris Moore, a registered surrogate and longtime friend of reclusive billionaire Adrian Hale. The real surrogate is mistakenly cleared and sent home. Lina, unaware of the mix-up, walks out of the hospital carrying a future that was never meant to be hers.
Weeks later, Lina discovers she's pregnant.
With no partner to claim, no explanation anyone will believe, and a family that sees her as a disgrace, Lina is cast out. Alone, frightened, and determined to survive, she disappears from the city-taking the truth with her.
Three years later, Lina returns as a changed woman: composed, guarded, and fiercely protective of her three children-two boys and a girl. She's no longer running. She's building.
Unknowingly, Lina secures a job at Hale International, a global empire owned by a billionaire known for his ice-cold demeanor and hatred for betrayal. Adrian Hale has spent years haunted by a surrogacy arrangement that failed-and by the children he was told never existed.
As Lina steps deeper into his world, buried secrets begin to surface. A birth record that doesn't add up. Children who look too familiar. And a past mistake that threatens to destroy everything.
The truth is coming.
And when it does, nothing-and no one-will survive unchanged. 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. 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. The Dragonless Wife Is A Royal Heiress
Sakakawea I was a "Dragonless" commoner, forced into a marriage with Lord Kraig Harris to break an ancient curse.
But when I gave birth to his twins, he left me bleeding on the freezing stones of a charity cellar.
While I fought for my life, he was at a royal feast, wining and dining Lady Karissa-the noble prodigy who had stolen my life.
His aide threw fifty silver coins at my bruised legs.
"Pay the midwife and stay out of sight. Do not bring shame upon the Lord."
He thought casting me and my "useless" children out was a victory.
Looking at my shivering babies in a wooden trough, the last ember of my love turned to ash.
I had endured three years of his cold glares and public humiliation, but I would never let my children crawl through the mud as despised bastards.
I didn't understand why I had to suffer so much just for lacking magic in my veins.
But when the Royal Healer arrived and tested my blood, the needle didn't draw the dull gray of a commoner.
It glowed with pure, blinding gold.
I wasn't a Dragonless stray.
I was the lost Princess of the First House of Dawncrest.
With my real family-the most terrifying dragon lords in the realm-tearing the clouds apart to bring me home, I calmly summoned him for the Parting Ritual.
Kraig Harris wanted to throw me away, so I decided to let him dig his own grave. 
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