Racheal Dennis
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RACHEL: The Celebrity's Hidden Wife
Romance I've been married to my husband since I was eighteen years old, and my husband rose to fame shortly after our marriage, but this fame came with a very expensive price -our marriage.
The foundation of our marriage started shaking when my husband left home for six years, he was parading the streets and clubs in LA with different supermodels -or, so I thought.
I was at the verge of divorcing him since I couldn't continue hurting everyday, but he came back to his senses and begged me to accept him back.
No matter how I tried to hide it, I'm still hopelessly in love with him and decided to forgive him.
He promised he's change and he's ready to settle down, of course that got me pregnant and I had to try my best, my very best to love my husband and trust him again, and continue our lives as if he's never left.
But our relationship couldn't go back to the old days, because I realized I don't know who my husband is any more. He became very secretive, he repeatedly lied to me on several occasions, and most times I'd have to force the truth out of him.
Then a very heavy storm hit our marriage, and that's when I gave up completely -I caught my husband red-handed, cheating on me with my biggest rival, and the worse part was he lied to my face about it.
I couldn't help but wonder, does he really love?
If he love me, then why can't he trust me at all?
Why can't he confined in me?
Isn't it better to just walk away from this marriage that's built on lies?
But now our baby is involved, should I raise him without his father?
Is this break really necessary? Is it gonna help us? Or break us even more?
WYMOND, THE CURSED BEAST
Werewolf No one has seen him,
No one can tell what he looks like,
No one can tell if he's human, wolf, dragon, elf, or vampire.
We've only heard his very deep, hoarse voice that doesn't sound so humanly.
We only know he's a ruthless beast,
And that beast is the king of all supernatural creatures -he is King Wymond.
He is an abomination -a mistake made by the moon goddess.
There are rumors that he is immortal -are there still any immortals in this age?
He walks the lands every night and kills any soul that crosses path with him or it,
He never lets anyone see him and doesn't attend public meetings.
He's always inside his palace, with those two big gates locking him away and isolating him from the world.
Weird!
How did he end up becoming the king then?
Every five years, girls who have come of age (18 years to 25 years), from different species (werewolves, vampires, witches, elves, and dragons) are taken to his palace.
It is unclear to us why they are taken there,
And we dare not ask why because asking why there is death penalty.
And strangely, all the girls taken to the palace always come back alive, but they end up losing their memories of what had happened in there.
No one has enough courage to investigate and find out what's going on -investigating is like walking into the valley of death. Taming Mr JERKFACE; Own by an Overbearing boss.
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"Marry our son" she said looking at me straight in the eyes.
Say what now?!
Marry their son?
"I can't" I said.
"Why?, Is the money not enough?" Nora asked, I looked at her like she's lost her mind, she's a woman, how can she ask me something like that.
"Don't worry about the money, if it's not enough, we can add more later" Mr knights said.
What is wrong with rich people..... throwing money about, thinking everything is about money.
Don't they know that there are some certain things that money can't buy?,
Money can't buy happiness, they should look for something better to use their money for.
"It's not about the money, I just can't do it. sir, if you want your son to get married, sit him down and tell him he's old enough to settle down, you can't choose a wife for your son or hire one for him" I told them.
Nicklaus's Addiction
Billionaires His name is Nicklaus Wilhelm Statham!
He's very handsome, super rich and people sees him as a god, they worship the ground upon which he walk. One would think women would be flocking over him, but no, he's a very weird man, he's got a very weird disease, he's allergic to women and doesn't stand even ten feets near them.
This allergy was a result of an accident which happened years ago, he knows the accident wasn't a coincidence, he knew it was planned but doesn't know who planned it.
There's only one person (Anastasia Lopez) who has the answer to all his questions, but unfortunately she disappeared.
Years later, he saw her again but fate is cruel, she's lost all her memories and doesn't remember anything from the past.
What's gonna happen now? Who's gonna solve the unsolved mysteries from the past? Five Years Too Late
Romance It all started with, eighteen years old Jasmine Reinle finding out she was pregnant for her secret boyfriend, just a few days to her high school graduation.
She intended to hide the pregnancy news from her parents, but unfortunately, her parents already somehow found out about it before she got home.
Her father was enraged and scolded her angrily, calling her names for not being cautious enough and blackening their family's reputation.
With her sister's wedding to a mysterious man around the corner, Jasmine was given two options, either she abort the pregnancy or leave the family and server all ties with them.
For the love Jasmine had for her unborn baby and boyfriend, she chooses to leave.
But things didn't work out as she had planned, she went over to her boyfriend's house and found out he's left the town.
It's left for Jasmine to cater for herself and her baby.
Five years later, her runaway boyfriend came back into her life life, but with a harsh reality... he's her elder sister's mysterious husband. You might like
Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. Too Late, Mr. CEO: Watch Me Shine
Nieves Gómez Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire.
But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice.
"The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more."
Kayla's blood turned to ice.
"She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition."
The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log.
Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged?
Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down. Pampered By The Cold Mind Reading Tycoon
Hen Bu I woke up from a coma in the hospital, universally condemned as the vicious daughter who pushed the beloved fake heiress, Georgina, down the stairs.
My ruthless billionaire brother, Angelo, stood over my bed with cold eyes, ready to destroy me for hurting his precious sister.
But as I looked at him, a terrifying prophecy from my coma flooded my brain. Our entire family was doomed.
In the original timeline, Georgina would team up with corporate rivals to bankrupt the company, frame Angelo, and send him to federal prison, while our parents would abandon me to die miserably.
Lying there, I didn't dare speak. I just desperately cursed my idiot brother in my head.
"This stupid brother is still yelling at me for that fake heiress. He doesn't even know he's going to be framed and sent to prison next month!"
I just wanted to stay quiet, let them ruin themselves, and run away from this toxic family.
But strangely, Angelo didn't strangle me. Instead, his attitude took a shocking turn.
He abruptly fired the driver plotting to kill him, destroyed the abusive fiancé of a family ally, and publicly humiliated Georgina at a high-society gala.
He even shielded me from our abusive parents, declaring to the world that I was the only sister he would ever protect.
I was completely terrified and confused. Why was the tyrant brother suddenly acting like a protective beast?
It wasn't until he flawlessly crushed a massive corporate attack using the exact financial secrets I had just complained about in my mind that a horrifying realization hit me.
He could hear my inner thoughts! One Night With My Billionaire Boss
Nathaniel Stone I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn.
Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers.
He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement.
"Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins."
He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes.
I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe.
"Showtime, Mrs. Gardner."
Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down. He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him
SHANA GRAY The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her.
Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead.
A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living.
Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body.
Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back. Shattered Mate Bond: The Secret Hacker Luna's Vengeance
Ben Nan After spending five grueling years securing the Madden Pack's empire, I thought my Alpha mate and I were finally building a perfect family.
But on my birthday, I returned home to find a thick, impenetrable wall of ice in our Mate bond.
Caden had completely shut me out to throw a lavish party for my half-sister, Adalynn.
He let Adalynn pollute our penthouse with her cheap perfume and brainwash my five-year-old daughter, Elara.
"Auntie Adalynn is a million times better than Mommy!"
Elara chirped happily to a camera, while Caden watched with a doting smile.
He publicly humiliated me, commanded the servants to ignore me, and deliberately fed Elara severe allergens just to spite my maternal rules.
When my pup ended up in the pack hospital gasping for air, Caden confiscated her tablet and roared at her to stop crying for the mother who "abandoned" her.
My heart shattered into a million irreparable pieces.
I couldn't understand how the man destined to protect my soul could twist my love into cruelty and use our helpless cub as a punching bag for his ego.
But the weeping, pathetic Luna died right there.
I calmly signed the divorce papers, surrendered all my assets, and walked out into the cold night.
Opening my encrypted laptop, I reclaimed my hidden identity as the global elite hacker "Ghost" and initiated a lethal protocol.
It was time to burn his entire world to the ground. 
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