Xiao Song Shu
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No Second Chance, Mr. CEO
Billionaires I pretended to be a gold-digger, a clever social climber who snagged the CEO.
But I was hiding a secret: I engineered our entire relationship to save Ethan' s life.
My family' s foundation held the only cure for his rare disease, and the price was simple: he had to be family.
He hated me for it, fueled by his "sickly" ex, Jessica, who conveniently claimed a mugging left her with chronic pain-a lie that bound him with guilt.
Then a viral photo of Ethan and Jessica hit the gossip blogs.
His immediate accusation stabbed me: "Did you do this? You were jealous."
He systematically dismantled my career, stripping me of my key projects, forcing me to take the fall for Jessica' s colossal failures.
When I discovered I was pregnant, I rushed to tell him, only to find Jessica waiting.
She smirked, revealing her mugging was a drunken accident, then shoved me down a flight of stairs.
I lay bleeding, miscarrying our baby, as Ethan scooped up wailing Jessica and called me a "monster."
He walked away, leaving me to die.
The man I saved, the father of my lost child, abandoned me for a pathological liar.
The betrayal was absolute, the injustice unfathomable.
But my powerful family didn't let me die. They faked my death, spirited me away, and wiped me from existence.
Ethan, consumed by guilt once he discovered Jessica' s truth, frantically searched for a ghost.
Three years later, he crashed my wedding, desperate for a second chance.
He didn't know I orchestrated his presence, ready to deliver the final, devastating truth: our "marriage" was never legal.
And the watch that haunted his desperate search? I threw it in a dumpster months ago. The Alpha King's Defiant Hidden Princess
Werewolf I died once before, framed for a murder that never happened.
I am Princess Fiona Avery of the Blackwood Pack, forced by my father into a political union with Bowen Mayer, heir to a powerful house. In my first life, my husband's mistress faked a pregnancy, accused me of pushing her into a lake, and watched as I was condemned as a murderer. I spent my final days in a mental ward, broken and drugged, until a lethal injection silenced me forever.
But the dead don't always stay dead.
I opened my eyes on the very day it all went wrong. My tea was still laced with sedative. My husband's footsteps were already pounding down the hall. His weeping mistress was ready to play her part.
This time, I don't beg. I don't cry. I don't kneel.
I summon the ruthless Gamma of the royal Shadow Guard. I demand the pack doctor examine his precious lover-right here, in front of everyone. I stake my life on a wager I know I cannot lose.
They think I'm still the weak, wolfless princess they once destroyed.
They have no idea what I've become. Escaping From My Ruthless Billionaire Husband
Romance Janelle was trapped in an ironclad marriage to a ruthless billionaire, forced to endure his obsessive control just to pay off her family's debt.
The fragile nightmare shattered the day she discovered she was pregnant.
Bryant hated her family's bloodline. When she carefully tested the waters about having kids, his dark eyes locked onto hers with cold disgust.
"If you ever get pregnant, I will strap you to a table and watch the doctor scrape that bastard out of you myself."
When an ultrasound photo accidentally slipped from her bag that night, Bryant flew into a murderous rage.
He locked her in a room and ordered his private medical team to arrive the next morning with a full surgical setup for a forced abortion.
Desperate to save her child, Janelle slashed her own arm with broken glass, knocked out the guard, and fled into the freezing night to hide in a remote mountain town.
For six months, she lived in poverty, making organic soaps for cash just to keep her baby safe. She couldn't understand why he wouldn't just let her go, or why his twisted hatred meant he had to ruthlessly hunt down his own innocent flesh and blood.
But a single emergency contact form at a local clinic exposed her location.
At seven and a half months pregnant, as she walked out of a dollar store, three armored SUVs suddenly boxed her in, and the devil himself stepped out of the shadows to drag her back to hell. Tying Her Laces: The Devil's Submission
Young Adult I thought surviving the elite academy's boot camp would be my biggest challenge, especially with my childhood nemesis, Julian Astor IV, suddenly back in my life.
But the real nightmare started when my cabin mate, Blair, targeted me out of pure, toxic jealousy.
Because Julian showed me secret, protective attention, Blair decided to destroy me. Right before a strict military formation, she stole my mandatory uniform belt.
I was publicly humiliated by the ruthless instructor, forced to do grueling physical punishments in the freezing mud while the entire freshman class watched.
But Blair didn't stop there. During a terrifying 2 AM night drill, she maliciously exposed my hidden snacks to the instructors.
"Oh my god! Sloane is eating contraband during an emergency drill!"
I was dragged out into the freezing cold to run endless laps. My muscles screamed in agony, and my lungs burned like swallowed glass.
Through it all, Blair stood in the warm cabin, wearing a triumphant smirk. I was exhausted, freezing, and pushed to my absolute physical limits. Why was I being tortured and framed over a boy I claimed to hate?
But I wasn't going to just lie down and let her ruin me.
Noticing a tiny sliver of my stolen canvas belt peeking out of Blair's poorly latched locker, I wiped the mud from my pants. As the strict instructor marched in for the morning inspection, I stood perfectly still, ready to spring my trap. Emma Russell: The Woman Reborn
Modern My anniversary dinner ended not with a kiss, but with my husband Cole cheating on me with my cousin, Britney.
He kicked me out of our home, the one my father helped us buy, and banished me to the guest house. But when I arrived, Britney was already there, wearing my favorite silk robe, smirking as she told me I'd be staying in the damp basement apartment instead.
Down in the cold, musty cellar, I found what my father left me: proof that Cole hadn't just married me. He had orchestrated the hostile takeover that destroyed my father's company, drove him to his death, and then married me to steal everything that was left, including my life's work, a project called "Aura."
He had me committed to a psychiatric facility, telling everyone I was unstable. He thought he had buried me, but my childhood friend Eric helped me fake my death in a staged car crash.
Now, years later, I've returned.
Under a new name, Iris, I've created a new masterpiece that has the tech world buzzing, and it's about to bring Cole's empire to its knees.
He thinks Emma Russell is dead. He has no idea she's about to destroy him. Unwanted Wife: The Mafia Boss's Regret
Mafia I warmed the Underboss’s bed for five years, only to be discarded the moment my twin sister returned.
Haleigh claimed she was dying of terminal cancer.
She was the golden child, the tragic heroine. I was just Bailey—the spare, the placeholder, the glitch in their perfect reunion.
To secure her place, Haleigh framed me with a venomous spider and a deepfake video, turning the men I loved into my executioners.
My own brothers whipped me in the basement while Jameson watched in cold silence.
When I caught fire on the family yacht, they ignored my screams to tend to Haleigh’s scratched knee.
The final blow came on the cliffs of Dead Man’s Drop.
Accusing me of pushing her, Jameson ordered my brother to dangle me over the raging ocean by my ankles to "teach me a lesson."
They waited for me to beg for my life.
Instead, I pulled a switchblade from my boot.
I didn't cut my brother. I cut my own laces.
I plummeted into the icy black water without a sound, choosing death over their cruelty.
It wasn't until they found my hidden diary—and proof that Haleigh never had cancer—that the monsters realized what they had done.
Now Jameson is tearing the world apart to find his "innocent" Bailey.
But he’s looking for a ghost.
The woman who loved him died the moment she hit the water. Revenge for Mom: Destroying His Mafia World
Mafia My fiancé, the Underboss of the DeLuca Crime Family, promised he would burn the world down for me.
But when my mother was dying in the hospital, he chose a ski trip with another woman.
It was that woman's dog that attacked my mother, but when I called him, shaking, he was annoyed. He was in Aspen with Isabella, and I could hear her laughing in the background. He dismissed my mother's injuries as a "minor scrape" and told me not to "make a big deal out of this."
While my mother's fever spiked, he ignored my desperate pleas. Instead, my phone lit up with an Instagram post of him and Isabella smiling by a fireplace, sipping hot chocolate.
My mother slipped into septic shock. That picture was a public declaration, a judgment on my mother's worth, and my own. A cold fury burned away every last bit of love I had for him.
She died at 3:17 a.m. I held her hand until it was cold, then walked out of the hospital and called the one number I was never supposed to use—the number for my father.
"She's dead," I said. "I'm coming to Chicago. I'm leaving this life, and I'm going to burn his world to the ground." Her Violin, His Vengeance
Romance Annabelle Owen, a violin prodigy, found her world in Jack Hyde, a tech billionaire who promised her everything. He shielded her, showered her with gifts, and became her entire universe.
But then, his half-sister, Everly, moved in, and everything changed. Everly, a manipulative whisper in Jack's ear, slowly poisoned their relationship, turning him against Annabelle.
Annabelle, pregnant with their child, discovered Jack's betrayal on their anniversary. He chose Everly, humiliating Annabelle, forcing her to change her dress because it "upset" Everly. He then denied her pregnancy, forced her to donate blood to Everly, and later, in a fit of rage, beat her, causing her to lose their baby.
Jack, blinded by Everly's lies, believed Annabelle had cheated. He tortured and humiliated Annabelle, stripping her of everything he had given her, even her grandfather's violin, which Everly deliberately destroyed. Annabelle, broken and desperate, faked her own death by walking into a fire, hoping to escape the nightmare.
Jack, consumed by grief and rage, was manipulated by Everly into believing Annabelle was a cheating liar. He sought brutal revenge on Everly, but the truth about Annabelle's innocence and Everly's deceit eventually came to light.
Annabelle, meanwhile, had found refuge with her brother, Adan, and entered into a marriage of convenience with Julian Cordova, a war hero in a coma. She nursed him back to health, and they fell deeply in love, building a new life free from Jack's shadow.
When Jack discovered Annabelle was alive and marrying Julian, he crashed the wedding, begging for forgiveness. But Annabelle, hardened by his cruelty, coldly rejected him, choosing her new life and love with Julian, leaving Jack to face the consequences of his actions alone. Her Regret, My Revenge: A New Beginning
Young Adult The air in the Peterson' s mansion was thick with the smell of money and expensive perfume, a suffocating celebration for Tiffany Peterson, the valedictorian with a perfect SAT score of 1600. I stood in the shadows, a ghost at a party I knew too well.
This scene had played out before, exactly-the same party, the same banner, the same lie. Because in my first life, this perfect party started a downward spiral.
After the SAT scores were released and Tiffany' s supposed 1600 was revealed to be a mere 480, she blamed me. Her cyberbullying campaign, accusing me of hacking her score and obsession, turned my life into a living hell. "Cheater," "Ugly snake," "You should kill yourself" echoed through my phone and town. My family suffered, my parents were tormented, and one week later, unable to bear the crushing weight, I swallowed every pill in the medicine cabinet.
I didn't understand why the world believed her over me. Why was her twisted narrative so easily accepted?
But now, I' m back. I' m not the old Sarah, the one who tried to be kind and then died of shame. This time, I' m here to watch Tiffany burn, armed with the truth and a genius hacker by my side. He Wanted My All, I Took His
Modern I was scrolling through a local forum, a mindless habit, when a post titled "A Warning to a Woman in Tech" caught my eye.
It described two people plotting at a cafe I knew: a man complaining about his "tech executive" girlfriend, and a woman suggesting they "get her to relax" by putting something in her drink.
They wanted her money, her inheritance, planning to stage an "accident."
My fingers went cold, but the nausea passed-it was too generic. Then, the final detail: "The man… wore a very distinctive watch, a vintage chronograph with a dark green face."
My phone clattered to the floor. Not Liam. Not the watch I bought him for our anniversary.
The man who brought me soup when I was sick, who supported my career, who spoke of being my equal. He was a lie. All of it.
Every sweet gesture replayed, tainted, a calculated part of his long con. The anger, hot and sharp, consumed me.
Chloe Davies. Liam's old acquaintance, openly jealous of my success. I remembered him dismissing her, "Don't worry about her. You're the only one that matters to me."
I believed him. The realization hit like a physical blow: the man I loved, and the woman I distrusted, were partners in a plot to destroy me.
His parents, with their sickeningly sweet talk of "making it official," had been part of it too.
My father' s ironclad prenup-that was the wall he couldn't climb. It wasn' t just a legal document; it was the trigger. They wanted to ruin me, stage an "accident," for him to inherit.
The venomous greed took my breath away. They weren' t just after my money; they were after my life.
But they had miscalculated. They had no idea who they were dealing with.
Liam Parker wanted a war. I would give him one. Havenwood's Dark Blessing
Horror The Seattle rain washed away the dust of our suffocating hometown, Havenwood, as my sister Emily and I embraced college life, finally free.
Then Dad' s call came, urgent and raspy: Mom was gravely sick, and we had to come home.
But Havenwood wasn't sick, it was dead quiet, shrouded by the sinister "Harvest Maiden" festival, and we found Mom locked away, bruised, forced into a lie.
Our father, driven by his own failing health, was willingly sacrificing us, his daughters, to a ritual that wasn' t a blessing, but a monstrous con: a horrifying exchange where health was stolen from newborn babies, twisting life into grotesque old sickness.
Witnessing a "cured" mother gain youth as a healthy infant withered before our eyes, and hearing Pastor Thorne declare we were next, a chilling rage consumed me; trapped, we had to expose this unspeakable evil before it devoured us all. No Second Chances: My Empire, My Rules
Romance I stood at the Northwood University Alumni Gala, a successful architect, a wife, and a mother, years after I' d left everything behind.
Then, my ex, Ethan Hayes, stepped onto the stage, and the whole room hushed.
He finished his speech and, to my horror, dropped to one knee before me, publicly proposing marriage with the words, "Phoenix Rising."
Phoenix Rising.
The name ignited a searing pain, a brand from a past I' d buried years ago.
I remembered my senior year, my award-winning design stolen by Olivia Monroe, and Ethan, my then-boyfriend, standing by her side, calmly confirming her lie.
That betrayal led to my disqualification, academic dishonor, and blacklisting, forcing me to flee the US, utterly broken.
Stones in my gut, those words.
How could he, after everything, dare to invoke that name, that pain, for this grotesque public spectacle?
Did he think a grand gesture could erase the humiliation, the shattered dreams, the life I had to rebuild from nothing?
But this wasn't the shattered girl he remembered.
Before he could utter another word, my husband and daughter appeared, a living testament that I had not only survived but thrived.
My past was about to get a very clear message: I was no longer a victim; I was home, loved, and ready to close this painful chapter for good. 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. 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. 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." 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. 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. The Jilted Heiress's Ruthless Billionaire Revenge
Gray Matter For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett.
Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid.
When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives.
"Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself."
I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together.
Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company.
He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life.
He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire.
I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer.
"Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant." 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." Sir, She's Gone With Their Daughter And Never Returns
Leanora Tanouye My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant.
I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care.
Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient.
When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband.
He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter.
When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust.
I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child.
When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face.
"You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away."
He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back.
His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated.
They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive.
They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money.
I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call.
Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg.
Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke.
"Welcome back to the throne, Madam." The Substitute Twin Bride
Missyellow "I will pay for your mother's surgery, but you must agree to my terms, Rose." A devilish grin played on Romilda's lips.
"Mom is your mother, too!"
"Business is business, Rose. Do you want my help or not? Don't get carried away with me, all right?"
"What exactly do you want, Romilda?"
"Give your virginity to my husband."
"What, my virginity?"
...
Desperate for money to cover her mother's surgery, Rose Baxter is forced to accept her twin sister Romilda's outrageous demand-to take Romilda's place as the bride during the wedding.
If Rose can successfully deceive Matteo, Romilda will pay the hospital bills and give her additional cash.
Matteo Cavanaugh, a cold and distant billionaire, never cared for Romilda. Their arranged marriage was merely a requirement of Matteo's late father, under one strict condition: Romilda must be a virgin.
But when Rose takes Romilda's place, Matteo feels something different. This time, he finds himself falling for his "bride." Rose warmth, kindness, and charm captivate him like Romilda never could.
Now, Romilda wants to reclaim what's hers and push Rose out of the picture. But Rose has already fallen deeply in love with Matteo.
Should Rose tell Matteo the truth and risk everything, including his trust? Or should Rose walk away, knowing Matteo was never meant to be hers? 
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