Xiao Ziyi
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His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune
Billionaires My perfectly curated life, built on seven-figure deals and an untouchable career, shattered with a single phone notification.
It was a photo of my husband, Mark Johnson, on a boat with another woman, her finger adorned with a diamond that wasn't mine, a smile on his face I hadn' t seen in years. The caption: "My future."
The world spun. I walked out of a multi-million-dollar meeting and drove, aimless, until an unknown number rang. It was Ethan Hayes, my college sweetheart, a billionaire now. His invitation- "Come have a drink with me. For old times' sake"-felt like a desperate lifeline.
I clung to him, fueled by betrayal, mistaking newfound passion for a fresh start. We divorced Mark quickly, publicly, brazenly, thinking it revenge. I was a fool.
The nightmare began a month later. Explicit photos, private messages, my address-all leaked online. Chloe Miller, the marketing executive, became a public spectacle, a cautionary tale. My company fired me; clients vanished.
Ethan' s number was disconnected. He was gone. Then the call came: my parents were dead, their hearts giving out under the weight of the scandal he created.
He had orchestrated every single step. This wasn't love; it was meticulously planned, cold-blooded revenge. He ruined my life, my reputation, my family. And now, he wanted to buy my silence.
I would rather starve than take a single dollar from the man who murdered my parents. And standing in my ravaged apartment, I finally understood the full, brutal truth: I was pregnant with his child. A Wife's Vengeance, Two Lives
Modern The sterile air of the lawyer's office hung heavy, reeking of a marriage ending and a family dividing.
My twin brother, Liam, and I sat between our polished, successful parents, feeling like assets on a ledger.
My father, Dr. Richard Miller, the celebrated surgeon, offered a brilliant, practiced smile.
"We're going to let you choose who you want to live with."
Liam' s chest puffed out, eyes already on our wealthy father.
But a cold, bitter knot twisted inside me.
I had lived this "choice" before.
I had made the wrong one.
I looked at my ten-year-old reflection in my mother's sympathetic eyes.
"So we can really choose? Freely?"
My father's gaze was fixed on Liam, dismissing me.
He thought I'd follow like a lost puppy.
He was wrong.
"I choose Mom."
The words sliced through the silence, shattering his charming facade.
His voice, smooth a moment ago, turned sharp, like a scalpel.
"Chloe, what? Don't be silly. You'll come with me, with your brother. You'll have the best of everything."
He promised horses, schools, a life shimmering with gold.
I looked at the man who had been my world, the man who had destroyed me with that same persuasive voice.
"You said I could choose freely. Were you lying, Dad?"
Then to my esteemed principal mother: "Are you going to tell me my choice is wrong because my brother wants something different?"
She flinched.
My father' s face darkened, the mask gone.
He stood abruptly, chair scraping.
"Fine. Let's go, son."
He grabbed Liam, not looking at me as they left.
In my last life, I chose him.
He saw a tool, a test subject.
He performed unethical experiments on me, documenting my pain, calling it "pushing boundaries."
I endured, craving his approval, only to hear him declare me "compromised," my purpose "served."
I died, a lab rat.
Liam knew.
He saw my sickness, my scars, but he said nothing, enjoying the spoils of my suffering.
"Dad's just trying to make you better," he'd said, not looking up from his phone.
When I opened my eyes in that lawyer' s office again, ten years old, there was no hesitation.
Only a vow.
I would not be their victim.
I would be the architect of their ruin.
Richard, Sarah, Liam.
They would all pay.
This new life wasn't a gift.
It was a chance for revenge. From Ashes, A New Love Reborn
Modern My husband, the city's most formidable lawyer, destroyed my family to protect his ex-girlfriend. He framed my brother, leading to my parents' deaths and our company's collapse.
He promised to free my brother if I stayed. But on the day of the final appeal, he never showed up.
My brother lost his last chance at freedom. I later found out why Hamilton was absent. He was at a picnic, celebrating his ex-girlfriend's dog's birthday.
My brother's life, my entire world, was worth less than a puppy. The love I had for him shattered into dust.
So I underwent an experimental therapy to erase him from my mind. When he finally tracked me down in Paris, begging me to come back, I looked at the man who had been my world and asked,
"I'm sorry, have we met?" His Wife, Her Game, His Escape
Billionaires My wife of four years, tech CEO Eve Yates, moved her latest boy-toy into our penthouse. Our marriage was a contract: my absolute emotional submission in exchange for her love, governed by a strict "no-touch" rule she enforced like a religion.
After her cruelty drove me to try and kill myself, she had her guards drag me from my hospital bed. My crime? I had to apologize to her lover for "frightening" him with my suicide attempt.
In his room, she spoon-fed him the special chicken soup her chef always made for me when I was sick.
When I refused to apologize, she forced me to drink glass after glass of whiskey, knowing I had a stress ulcer that could kill me.
As I lay vomiting in agony on the floor, her lover clutched his stomach and announced he thought he was pregnant.
I looked at my wife, expecting her to laugh at the absurdity. Instead, a calculating look crossed her face. She was actually considering this farce. In that moment, the last shred of hope that she ever loved me died.
As I passed out from the pain and alcohol, they wheeled my gurney away. Eve leaned in close and whispered, "Since you want to leave me so badly, I'm having you sterilized. You will never have a family with anyone else."
When I woke up, I set her world on fire and walked away to marry her biggest rival. The Fiancée's Grand Design
Billionaires It was my wedding day, a dream come true with the man who had pursued me for seven years, the heir to a vast fortune. Our private jet was whisking us to a Caribbean island, my gown a cascade of silk, a secret flutter in my belly signaling new life.
Then, masked hijackers stormed the cabin, and in a heart-stopping moment, my fiancé, Mark, shoved me directly into a hijacker' s brutal grasp to protect his childhood friend, Chloe. The force of his betrayal shattered everything, leaving me exposed and humiliated as my exquisite wedding gown was torn.
As I bled, losing our child, I overheard Mark' s chilling conversation: the hijacking was a setup, designed to get rid of me. He wanted no trace of our life. After being discarded like trash, I awoke in a hospital, only to hear him bribe a doctor to perform a D&C to erase any proof of the pregnancy, claiming it was for my health.
He played the grieving fiancé, but when I confronted him about pushing me, he concocted a flawless lie. He then summoned burly nurses to hold me down for the procedure against my will, his eyes cold chips of ice. His parents brazenly supported his actions, proud he chose social standing over me.
Days later, Chloe, his true love, visited my hospital room to gloat, revealing Mark' s plan to leave me after the wedding and sending me a vile picture of them together in my bed. The ultimate humiliation came when he slapped me and threw me out of the penthouse, accusing me of attacking Chloe, a scene she masterfully orchestrated and secretly recorded to mock me further.
Left distraught and homeless on a cold New York street, with his betrayal etched deep into my soul, I was consumed by a bitter, cold fury. How could he have been so cruel, so calculated? How could I have been so blind?
But what they thought was my end was just my beginning. I received a hidden security camera footage of the jet incident and a clear understanding of their despicable lies. I would survive this. I would make him pay. They unleashed a monster, and I would dismantle his empire, leaving nothing but ruin in my wake. From Genius Betrayed to Love Redeemed
Sci-fi They called me a genius once, the brightest star among thirteen protégées hand-picked by Dr. Silas Vance, the AI ethics pioneer.
My reward for creating Nexus, the most advanced AI, was supposed to be a tech empire and the hand of Liam Vance, the man I' d loved my whole life, his adopted son.
Instead, victory turned to ashes when Maya Chen, Liam's favorite, plunged from Vance Tower moments after my win, a tragic fall that sealed my fate.
My wedding night wasn' t a celebration; it was the start of my execution, as Liam laid Maya's cold body between us, shrieking, "You stole everything from her, from me!" until his voice was hoarse.
He shattered a mirror, forcing me to kneel on the shards, demanding, "Beg for her forgiveness. Ten thousand times."
In the raw torment that followed, he injected me with hallucinogens, sending notorious hackers to tear my mind apart digitally, recording every horrifying moment.
Then, he uploaded the videos, crafting a lie the world devoured: I was a "digital harlot" who drove innocent Maya to her death, a public shame that drowned my family, seizing their assets.
When I woke, not in a grave but months before the competition's end, I knew what I had to do.
With ice in my veins, I secretly swapped my masterpiece AI with Maya' s simple, flawed prototype; let her have the win, let her have Liam, let her have the toxic glory.
This time, I just wanted to live, to break free from their twisted, profound connection that had nearly destroyed me; now, it would be their undoing. From Collateral to Queen
Romance I was 34, finally pregnant and ready to build the family I' d always dreamed of with Caleb, six years my junior.
He said he loved my maturity, my independence, my established life – making me feel cherished.
But then I found his laptop, open to a group chat called "The Wolfpack."
The messages cut deep: I was his "training wheels," a "practice run" for the "real thing" – his high school sweetheart, Molly.
My world shattered as I realized every sacrifice I'd made, every penny I' d spent on him, was part of his cruel game.
The stress the betrayal caused led to a painful miscarriage, but that wasn't the worst.
At the hospital, Caleb introduced me as a mere "colleague" to Molly, the very woman he' d been practicing for.
Later, back home amidst his mocking friends, Molly "accidentally" spilled boiling soup on me, then whispered, "He' ll never want a desperate old hag like you."
When I tried to retaliate, Caleb burst in and slapped me, hard, for daring to "hurt" his precious Molly.
He left me bleeding and broken on the floor, while his friends – the Wolfpack – leered, suggesting they could "have some fun while he' s gone."
How could the man who promised me a future be such a monster?
How could I have been so blind?
Lying there, bleeding, I realized I had to escape this nightmare.
With the last shred of my dignity, I decided to leave, determined to start a new life where I was truly free. The Billionaire's True Partner
Billionaires It was supposed to be my night. At the Bancroft Foundation Gala, sparkling under crystal light, I, Scarlett Davenport, was meant to receive the historic Bancroft signet ring from Ethan, sealing our dynastic union. My grandfather smiled, knowing the Davenport Covenant-my birthright as queenmaker-was finally coming to fruition.
But then, Ethan, the golden boy on stage, scanned the room, and his eyes didn't land on me. They found Daisy Miller, the estate manager's daughter. A gasp echoed as he slipped that ring onto her finger, declaring her his "true partner." My heart didn't stop; it went very, very still.
Then came the knife: a "psychological compatibility report" claiming I was "unsuited for the intense public life" he envisioned. The whispers, the pitying stares, Eleanor's humiliating offer of mistress status-it all burned. My reputation, shredded.
He called me "unsuited." How blind he was! He'd chosen a pawn over the queen, discarded the absolute key to the power he craved. The Davenport Covenant wasn't just a quaint story; it was a destiny waiting to be unleashed. A monumental fool.
As society vultures circled, I saw my chance. I turned to Eleanor, asking for public sanction for a new match. My eyes scanned the room, landing on him: Jax Morgan, the self-made tech billionaire. "Him," I stated, my voice clear. His amused gaze met mine-a challenge, not a rejection. The true game began. Securing The Heir: A Wife's Triumph
Fantasy The stick showed two pink lines. I was pregnant. My husband Julian, future titan of the Hawthorne empire, would be ecstatic for his heir.
But holding that test, my heart froze, a chill seeping bone-deep, because I knew this was the start of the end for me in my last life.
The memories burned with terrifying clarity: Julian' s affections turning, my cousin Seraphina' s poisonous whispers, her "wellness guru" act used to weaken me. They convinced Julian I was unstable, unfit, then orchestrated my "accident"-a brutal fall down the grand staircase that cost me everything.
My child, born too soon, struggled pointlessly for life. As I bled out, left for dead, I heard Seraphina' s soft, triumphant laugh and Julian' s cold, unfeeling dismissal. My own powerful family, the Hawthornes, simply watched, deeming my branch easily discarded. The complete betrayal, the raw injustice of losing both my life and my baby' s, was a torment that eclipsed death itself.
But then, I gasped. Clutching the cold porcelain counter, I realized I was back. Reborn. On this exact day, in this sterile bathroom. It wasn't a dream; it was a horrifying second chance. This time, my child would live, and every single soul who wronged us would pay. My naive love was gone, replaced by a mind honed sharp by death. I knew their weaknesses, their desires. I would play the doting, clueless wife they expected, but beneath the surface, I would be the puppeteer, painstakingly orchestrating their downfall. The game was on. From Nashville's Shadow to Austin's Spotlight
Romance For seven years, I was Jackson Pierce' s shadow, his silent partner, his rock, burying my own guitar dreams to manage his fragile genius.
Every industry event, every networking attempt, it was all for Jax, because his anxiety kept him prisoner in our quiet Nashville home.
But one night, a casual check of our home security shattered my entire world.
There, in our living room, was his "life coach," not on a video call, but in person, passionately kissing my husband.
He was alive, animated, strumming my mother' s vintage Martin guitar, the one he' d always called "junk."
The raw, aching melody filled the air, a song about his new muse, a passion he' d never shared with me.
When I confronted him, he gaslighted me, accusing me of spying, claiming I stressed him out, that she understood his true creative soul.
Then came the ultimate insult: he announced his therapist would be moving into my guest room, into my house, for "intensive therapeutic support."
How could he be so brazen, so cold, so utterly devoid of shame, especially in a house bought with my grandmother' s money?
Had all my sacrifice, all those years poured into him, just fueled a bottomless pit of his selfishness?
"No," I told him, my voice finally steady, "she will not be staying here."
"And I' m done."
Sarah-Lynn Walker was finally walking away, not from him, but towards herself, ready to reclaim her own lost melody. The Betrayal on My Wedding Day
Billionaires I was Emily Hawthorne, heir to a legendary family cryptology business, destined to marry Ethan Kent, the charismatic golden boy of East Coast finance.
We were the power couple, set to merge empires.
I loved him with every fiber, sharing my family’s deepest secrets, fiercely protecting his public image, and even giving him two beautiful children.
But once he had everything – power, prestige, my family’s intellectual fortune – he revealed his true, monstrous self.
He orchestrated the brutal slaughter of my entire family, without mercy.
Not even our own son and daughter were spared.
His chilling justification echoed in my mind, "It was you, Emily. You and your damn family. You’re the reason I couldn’t save Clara from her troubles sooner. This is all on you."
He blamed me for *his* forbidden love for a socialite.
I felt the phantom bullet, the searing flames, as my world ended.
How could the man I adored, the father of my children, repay my unwavering loyalty with such unthinkable, cold-blooded annihilation?
The betrayal was absolute, the injustice a burning inferno.
My family gone.
My children gone.
All for his ruthless ambition.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was back in my bedroom, on the very morning of our engagement announcement.
A second chance.
This time, I knew every rule of his twisted game, and I would make him pay for every single tear, every drop of blood. The Coma Groom's Awakening
Romance Ava Monroe lived in an opulent gilded cage, haunted by her mother's death, caused by her father's mistress and her conniving daughter, Chloe. Her only solace was her stoic bodyguard, Ethan Knight, for whom she harbored a forbidden love.
But then, she uncovers Ethan's devastating secret: he's a hidden billionaire, and his unwavering adoration is reserved entirely for manipulative Chloe—the very half-sister who embodies Ava’s deepest pain.
This shocking betrayal escalates as Ethan coldly dismisses Ava, publicly shames her, and even orchestrates a brutal, anonymous beating, pushing her towards a desperate marriage of convenience with a comatose man, Julian Hamilton, as her only means of escape.
How could the man sworn to protect her so utterly abandon and brutalize her, worshipping her tormentor with such blind devotion? The sting of his callous discard and Chloe's smug triumph fuels Ava's bitter resolve, leaving her reeling from an incomprehensible series of betrayals.
As her arranged wedding looms, a shocking truth about Chloe’s malicious past shatters Ethan’s illusions, unleashing his terrifying, vengeful wrath and sending him on a desperate, explosive mission to reclaim Ava, pitting his destructive obsession against the miraculous awakening of the man who now offers her true, peaceful salvation. You might like
The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband
Xiao Wang The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business.
I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar.
They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream.
When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything.
I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse?
But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter.
"If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance." 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. Divorced By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife
Daisy-kim "Wasn't I good in bed? Didn't I spoil you enough? What the hell did those fuckers give you that I couldn't?" My husband, Dean, yells at me for the very first time, gripping my hand and when I look into his eyes, I see how much he's hurting, how much he believed all the lies, how much he's not willing to listen.
"I'd never do that to you, Dean. I love you, please believe me," tears streamed down my face as I pleaded with him.
"You're meant for the streets Bella, and that's where you'd always be,"
And just like that my once perfect marriage hits the rock edge in a twinkle of an eye.
A stripper, an exotic dancer but none of that mattered to Dean, he promised to love me and he kept to his words, not until this day.
And even worse, he used my past against me, something he swore never to do..
*****
Ethan Fernandez, is a notorious casanova and unlike his friend, he never commits to any woman until his path crosses with Ivy, the formidable lawyer and the last person that gives a fuck about men and their shenanigans.
Now, the player becomes the played as his life takes an unexpected turn with the walking temptation that lurks in the form of Ivy Reynolds.
SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes
Annypen Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace.
But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge.
A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart.
Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn.
But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left?
A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again?
She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.
Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrow She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend.
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Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart.
But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong.
Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side.
Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him.
Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world.
What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost.
CONTENT WARNING:
This story is strongly 18+.
It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters.
While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.
A Divorce He Regrets
Alissa Nexus The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever? The Bride He Cast Away on Their Wedding Night
PageProfit Studio In the glittering world of high society and cutthroat ambition, a single sentence shatters a marriage: "Let's get a divorce."
For three years, Claire Thompson has lived in exile, her marriage to the powerful Nelson Cooper a hollow shell existing only on paper. Shipped abroad on her wedding day and utterly forgotten, she returns only to be handed divorce papers. But Claire is no longer the timid, heartbroken girl she once was. Behind her quiet facade lies a woman transformed, secretly rejoicing at her newfound freedom.
However, freedom comes with a price. As Claire signs the papers with relief, a chilling phone call reveals a dark truth: the threats she faced overseas were no accident, and the trail leads shockingly close to home-to the family that raised her and the husband who discarded her.
Just as she prepares to sever all ties, a twist of fate pulls her back into the gilded cage. Nelson, for reasons unknown, suddenly stalls the divorce. Meanwhile, the family that disowned her and the fragile, manipulative sister who stole her life are determined to ruin her reputation and drive her out for good.
But Claire is playing a different game now. With a mysterious new identity, powerful allies, and secrets of her own, she is no one's pawn. As hidden truths unravel and loyalties are tested, a stunning question emerges: In this high-stakes battle of love, betrayal, and revenge, who is truly trapping whom? Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father
Temple Madison I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires.
Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world.
My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets.
I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her.
The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money.
I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table.
"Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead." Sexy Behind The Mask
Ellie Wynters She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you." 
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