Xin Zhi
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Trapped By My Sister's Billionaire Fiance
Billionaires I am a struggling ballet dancer drowning in medical debt to keep my comatose mentor alive.
To save my career, I was forced to attend a private VIP club to appease a wealthy donor who had assaulted me, but when he tried to humiliate me, I desperately begged a mysterious billionaire in the shadows for help.
He saved me, only to lock me in his Maybach and declare that I was now his prey. I barely escaped into the rain that night. But the nightmare had just begun. The next day, I discovered this ruthless tycoon, Cornell Knight, was actually engaged to my estranged sister. When I visited her penthouse, he secretly dug his foot into my injured ankle under the coffee table while playing the perfect fiancé. Later, he cornered me in the elevator, threatening to unplug my mentor's ventilator and ruin my sister's life if I exposed him. He cloned my phone, isolated me, and even bought a Michelin-star restaurant just to watch me suffer from his private suite.
"You're my prey, little swan, and I always collect my debts."
I was suffocating under his absolute control. Why was a man who had the entire world at his fingertips so obsessed with torturing a penniless dancer?
Looking up at the mirrored ceiling where I knew he was watching, I finally stopped shaking. Since running away was impossible, I had to find a way to destroy him first. Secrets Of The Neglected Wife: Now Shine
Modern My mother was dying, her last wish to see the man I'd secretly married three years ago. But as I frantically called his phone, which went straight to voicemail, he was busy marrying my childhood rival in a lavish ceremony right outside the hospital.
He publicly denied knowing me, his wife of three years, the secret benefactor who built his entire tech empire from the ground up.
To humiliate me further, he allowed his new bride to broadcast a video of my deepest, most private trauma to all their wedding guests, dismissing my pain as "gossip."
My mother died heartbroken from his betrayal.
But they made a fatal mistake. They thought I was just a poor, pathetic wife they could discard.
They didn't know I was the anonymous, globally feared tech mogul they'd been trying to impress all along. And I just gave my second-in-command a single order: "Burn it all down." His Faked Infertility, My Sweet Revenge
Romance I made my husband, Damian, the youngest Chief of Surgery in the country. I built his career from scratch, defying my own family to marry him.
Then, he asked me to give our au pair a six-figure salary and a company car.
He called me a cold-hearted bitch when I refused, claiming she was a poor single mother of five. But I saw her wearing my missing diamond bracelet and carrying a Chanel bag worth more than my car.
He flaunted their affair at a professional conference, calling me a "worthless capitalist princess" while she played the victim.
For years, I'd spent a fortune trying to cure his infertility. It was our secret pain. Now, he was using it to justify his affair with a "hyper-fertile" woman he claimed could give him the sons I couldn't.
As he stood on stage for his keynote speech, ready to accept an award, I walked past him to the podium. I had my own presentation to share with the live-streamed global audience-a slideshow of their eight-year affair, complete with hotel receipts and bank transfers. Dying For Her Love, Again
Romance The funeral director droned on about casket options, but Ethan Miller' s gaze was fixed on a TV screen showing Olivia Hayes, his Olivia, preparing for a lavish wedding.
Just this morning, he' d been released from a clinical trial, given weeks to live-his body failing from experimental drugs.
He was planning his own funeral, while she was planning her perfect life with another man, Daniel Stone.
Three years ago, he' d shattered their world, staging a cruel breakup with a hired actress, making Olivia believe he was a gold-digger who never loved her.
He watched her drop his engagement ring into a glass of wine, her eyes burning with hate.
It had to be this way; he had to destroy their love to save her life, to force her to accept an organ transplant.
Now, broke and dying, he tried to sell a painting of her, a last desperate act to repay kindness, but instead, he was humiliated by Olivia and Daniel, accused of being a thief, and left bleeding on the lobby floor.
He was the villain in her story, despised for a secret sacrifice no one knew.
Olivia dragged him to her mansion, forcing him into a claustrophobic shed, taunting him, and making him toil as a servant at her engagement party.
He served champagne at the celebration of the life he' d given up for her, enduring the ultimate torture.
When she confronted him, he delivered the final blow, denying any love, cutting her completely free.
He sealed his fate, his death, making it his last gift to her.
But a car crash swiftly brought Olivia to the brink of death once more, her transplanted kidney failing.
With agonizing clarity, Ethan knew the horrifying truth: he was her perfect match, the ultimate price for the survival he' d signed away.
He raced to the hospital, his dying body fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline.
"Use me," he rasped, his voice steady.
He whispered his desperate confession into her ear on the gurney beside her, a truth she might never wake to hear.
Olivia woke to whispers of an anonymous donor, Daniel' s lies, and a persistent unease.
The puzzle pieces clicked into place: his feigned cruelty, the shed, the rain, and his final whispered words.
Ethan wasn' t a monster; he was a martyr, and he had sacrificed everything for her.
Fueled by grief and rage, Olivia exposed the corrupt pharmaceutical CEO who orchestrated Ethan' s fate.
But the victory was hollow; it wouldn't bring Ethan back.
She stood at their dream cottage, the deed in her hand, the truth a crushing weight.
"My death. Now we' re even."
His words, echoing in her mind, ignited a stark realization.
With tears streaming, she made her final choice: to join him, completing their tragic love story on her own terms. Her Betrayal, My Freedom
Modern My wife, Sarah, started acting strange about a week ago.
She was walking on eggshells, her smile never quite reaching her eyes.
Then came dinner, where she sprung it on me: "I was looking online and found a great clinic that does comprehensive health check-ups. They have a couples' package."
It sounded reasonable, but the forced casualness in her voice made my stomach tighten. We were both in perfect health.
I looked at her, really looked at her, and saw not concern, but a desperate, calculating fear.
"Sarah, what' s this really about?" I asked, and the pretense of a normal dinner shattered.
She confessed, not with words, but with a flinch: this was about Mark, her childhood sweetheart, who was dying and needed a kidney.
The "comprehensive health check-up" was a screening – for me.
"He' s not my ex-boyfriend!" she cried. "He' s my friend! And I' m just asking you to get tested. That' s all. It' s just a blood test. It' s not a big deal."
Not a big deal? My body, my organ, reduced to a spare part.
Then came the ultimate bargaining chip: "If you' re a match… and if you decide to do it… I' ll do anything. We can finally start our family. We can have a baby, just like you' ve always wanted."
The baby I wanted so desperately was now a reward for donating my kidney to the man she truly loved.
In that moment, I saw her with soul-crushing clarity. Her priority wasn' t me. It was him.
My parents, her unwitting accomplices, had already been brought in. My mother, trembling, begged me to go. My father simply said, "Son, listen to your wife."
I was trapped, but I refused to be just a means to an end.
When I signed that non-disclosure agreement, forced by threats against my aging father, I was bleeding, desperate, and completely broken.
But when I saw Sarah and Mark, pregnant, together in the hospital hallway, something cold and clear ignited within me.
They thought they had won. They thought I was broken and silent.
They were wrong. Goodbye, Brother, Forever
Romance My whole life, I believed in a quiet promise: that the boy my parents took in, Daniel, the brother I never had, would one day be my husband.
I spent years capturing his every moment through my camera lens, building a portfolio that was less art and more a diary of a love I thought was undeniably mutual.
That belief shattered the moment he walked in with Sarah, a woman who radiated polished beauty that instantly made me feel clumsy and plain.
"Ellie, meet Sarah," he beamed, a joy I'd never seen directed at me, "my fiancée. Your future sister-in-law."
Sister-in-law. The word seared into me, branding a permanent boundary on the future I'd painstakingly built brick by brick.
He was my protector, yes, but I realized too late he was protecting a sister, not a future wife.
The ice spread through my veins, but the worst was yet to come.
Sarah, sweet as syrup, accused me of assault, even tearing our childhood photo, a treasured irreplaceable, right in front of Daniel.
He didn't hesitate; he chose her, his face a mask of cold disappointment as he told me, "Maybe this shouldn't be your home."
My world fractured, yet in the wreckage, a chilling clarity emerged: I wouldn't fight for a love that didn't see me, or a home that no longer welcomed me.
I would leave, taking my photography and my broken heart to Europe, to build a future that was entirely my own, a life without him. Decade Long Project and Her Revenge
Modern For ten years, I poured my life, my youth, and every cent into building a tech empire with Alex. My desk, once beside his in the CEO' s office, was now a cramped corner, and my new job? Fetching coffee for his pregnant fiancée, Emily, who' d been with the company barely six months.
Then came the brutal blow: Alex announced their engagement, glowing beside Emily, never once meeting my eyes. The next day, I was demoted to "Executive Assistant." My core designs for our decade-long project were presented to the board, but I wasn' t invited. Emily emerged, feigning sympathy, telling me Alex found my work "amateurish" and that the project had "evolved under her direction."
That night, I quit, taking my secret AI chip blueprints with me, the ones Alex knew nothing about. He scoffed, "She\'s nothing without me. She\'ll be back begging in a week." He had no idea what was coming.
Weeks later, at the annual tech gala, Alex cornered me, demanding the blueprints, accusing me of theft. Emily, ever the victim, tried to orchestrate a severe allergic reaction to humiliate me, but in a twist of fate, she triggered it on herself. As chaos erupted, security stormed in, targeting Alex' s company, and a chandelier crashed. Alex, with Emily in tow, fled, leaving me for dead.
Injured and abandoned, I limped out, but Alex reappeared, cradling Emily, his eyes alight with murderous rage. He ordered his men to strip me in front of hundreds, exposing every scar from the battles I' d fought for him. As Emily feigned a worsening condition, he ordered my rare blood type to be forcibly harvested, seeing me not as a person, but a walking blood bag. I blacked out, believing he'd finally succeeded in destroying me.
But the real story was just beginning. I woke up, not broken, but reborn, ready to claim a future where Alex was nothing but a painful, distant memory. When the Angel Sings Again
Fantasy On our tenth wedding anniversary, I believed I would finally become a true wife to Pastor Caleb Hughes, the man I dedicated my life and my "Voice of an Angel" to.
But as I approached his study door, I heard voices that shattered my world.
His mistress, Maria, demanded my voice for her unborn child, and Caleb agreed to steal it through a "medical procedure" after a staged accident.
My blood ran cold, realizing my decade-long marriage, my faith, my entire life, was a calculated lie to steal my sacred gift.
The next morning, humiliation became physical torment as Caleb paraded Maria as the "First Lady," giving her my mother's heirloom locket and watching impassively as my voice, my very essence, was brutally taken.
My loyal friend, Debra, rushed to help, only to be thrown against the marble stairs by Caleb' s guards, dying for trying to save me.
What monster plots such a betrayal, then callously lets my only friend die for it?
In my desperation, I signed divorce papers in my own blood and leaped from the bell tower, seeking an end to the unbearable pain.
But I didn't die; instead, I woke in a hidden convent, discovering my "angel voice" was actually a birthright, a divine power to heal and to judge.
Now, as the Matriarch of the ancient Cantors, I will return to claim justice and unleash my reborn voice upon those who stole everything from me. The Guardian of the Curse
Fantasy My family has a secret, a curse: our condemnations come true.
To protect everyone, I chose silence, living as a janitor, assumed to be mute.
My wife, Nicole, a ruthless pharmaceutical heiress, married me only because her superstitious grandfather believed a "silent man" would protect their fortune.
I accepted my humiliating role for my devout mother, who just wanted to see me settled.
Then, my mother, trying to help a pregnant Nicole, baked her a pecan pie-a seemingly innocent act.
But Matthew, a family protégé now Nicole' s lover, intercepted the pie, knowing he had a deadly nut allergy.
I tried to warn him, but my silent throat failed me as he took a bite, then collapsed in agonizing anaphylaxis.
Nicole screamed, pointing a trembling, accusatory finger at my mother, who stood frozen with terror.
The next day, Nicole ordered my frail mother taken to a state nursing home with a dark reputation, dismissing my desperate plea as an accident.
When I confronted Nicole at Matthew' s hospital bedside, she scoffed, revealed my life was a charade based on a fortune teller's whim, and had her bodyguards brutally beat me.
As I lay broken, years of silence shattered, and a raw condemnation tore from my throat: "May you lose what you love most and live a life of bitter loneliness."
This curse, a power I had tried to bury, was now loose, and it was only the beginning of their downfall. My Husband's Funeral, My New Beginning
Modern My husband, Andrew, told me he was dying from an inoperable brain tumor, then drove his car off a pier, a grand gesture to spare me, his unassuming librarian wife, from a long, painful goodbye.
In my first life, I believed him.
I jumped into the freezing bay, screaming my secret – I' d just won ten million dollars in the Powerball, enough to save him.
But his eyes met mine in the dark water, cold and calculating, utterly devoid of hope.
He didn't swim to the surface; he swam to me, his charming smile replaced by a grimace of pure greed.
He held my head under the water, stealing my life and my fortune as my lungs burned.
Then, I woke up.
I was back on the pier, the screech of tires echoing, Andrew' s car once again sailing into the bay.
It was happening again, but this time, I knew.
My love for him had drowned, replaced by a cold, hard resolve.
He wasn't taking anything from me ever again.
This time, I was the one in control, and I started to scream, not from grief, but from a white-hot rage ready to burn down everything they had built. The 100th Goodbye
Romance Ethan Miller, a meticulously dedicated executive assistant, harbored a quiet, consuming love for his brilliant, cold CEO, Seraphina Croft, for a decade, meticulously executing their long-standing, seemingly playful pact: he would propose 99 times, and on the monumental 100th attempt, she promised to finally say yes.
On the highly anticipated 100th proposal day, standing hopeful and alone on the iconic steps of the New York Public Library, Ethan didn't receive a message from Seraphina; instead, his phone exploded with viral images showing her radiant and passionately kissing her trendy fitness influencer boyfriend, Chase Dubois, at a Silicon Valley gala.
Left utterly humiliated and publicly scorned, Ethan became an overnight internet sensation, dubbed "The Library Groom," a pitiful figure against the grand facade as speculation, pity, and cruel mockery flooded online forums about the woman who had so callously stood him up.
His heart, which had swelled with unwavering hope through countless rejections, now reeled from the brutal reality: was his decade of silent devotion and tireless support nothing more than a convenient tool for her public image, a disposable accessory to her soaring career?
As a violent thunderstorm mirrored the turmoil within, and Seraphina then casually suggested a "101st proposal" purely to fix her tarnished PR, Ethan, finally seeing her true manipulative nature, made a decisive, life-altering choice: he severed all ties, resigned from AuraCorp, and vanished into the pouring rain, determined to build a new life from the ashes of his shattered love. The CEO Who Forgot His Savior
Romance Seven years ago, I secretly gave Michael, my then-boyfriend, a life-saving kidney.
I faked a cruel betrayal, vanishing to manage my deteriorating health and mounting medical debt, ensuring his future.
Now, I watch him, a celebrated CEO, accept an award on TV.
My old phone buzzes.
It's him.
"Seven years," he says, "you chose money over me. Any regrets?"
My bitter laugh is my only reply, as I clutch my $2000 overdue dialysis bill.
Weeks later, we collide at a clinic.
He's vibrant, with a new fiancée, Jessica.
I, frail and scarred, try to ask for a loan.
His fiancée, Jessica, stages a fall, scattering my medical reports at his feet.
He reads my kidney failure reports, sneering, convinced I'm faking for cash.
At a gala, he forces me to chug a bottle of whiskey for thirty grand.
I comply, knowing it's poison.
I collapse, vomiting blood, the room erupting.
Everyone sees the greedy ex getting her comeuppance.
The internet savages me, labeling me a gold-digger.
Yet, the vitality in his stride – that was my sacrifice.
The man I saved now believes I’m faking illness, mocking my pain.
As I lay dying, my best friend finally cracks, screaming the truth: "She gave you her kidney, you bastard! That anonymous donor? That was Emily!"
His face, once sneering, turned to horror.
But would this revelation be enough to save me, or would his ultimate atonement demand an even greater sacrifice? You might like
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. Craving for My Tyrant Husband
Cosme Seidel I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend.
On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card.
He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls.
I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him.
My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!"
But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly.
Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go.
Not for the money, but to ask him to his face-
Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me? 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." No More Your Scorned Wife: The Medical Empress Returns
Ela Osaretin "Sign it. Save her, and I'll give you anything."
For four years, I was Damian Wright's 'invisible wife'.
While I played the pauper, he poured his soul into his dying first love. Desperate, he blindly signed a stack of papers to buy the 'Gifted Doctor's' time.
He didn't read the fine print. Buried inside was our Divorce Decree.
"Congratulations, Damian," I said, stripping off my surgical mask to reveal the wife he never truly knew. "You're free."
The submissive Amelia is dead.
The legendary 'Ghost Surgeon'? That's me.
The blindfolded racing queen 'Raven'? Also me.
The shadow behind the global intelligence network V-Null? Still me.
I was ready to vanish, but Lucas Sullivan-the titan who makes the Wrights look like peasants-blocked my path.
When Damian tried to reclaim me, Lucas didn't just stop him; he brought an empire to its knees.
"They don't deserve to look at you," Lucas whispered, his touch a lethal mix of protection and obsession. "But if you crave the world, Amelia, I'll burn it down just to hear you say my name."
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.
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..
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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.
Too Late, Mr. White! I'm Married To Your Rival Now
Krystal Twelve years of love, loyalty, and promises-shattered in one gunshot moment.
Aria thought she knew what love meant: sacrifices, patience, blind faith in the man she'd called her fiancé for over a decade. But on Valentine's Day, with a gun pointed in their direction, Liam instinctively shielded his ex, Sophia-while Aria was left bleeding and invisible.
"You almost died!"
"And he didn't even look at me, Lili. He wrapped his arms around her like I was nothing."
Torn between heartbreak and dignity, Aria makes a bold move-marrying Liam's wealthy rival, Aiden Carter, in an impulsive act of revenge. But Aiden is more than a rebound. He's powerful, possessive, and unexpectedly protective-and he plays for keeps.
Now caught between a love that failed her, and a man who may demand more than she's ready to give. Aria's heart faces the ultimate reckoning.
Will she finally become someone's first choice-or lose herself trying? 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.
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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