chiaraamah99
1 Published Story
chiaraamah99's Book and Story
Bound by Blood and Vows
Billionaires Aria Vescari was never the sister meant to be noticed. She lived in the quiet corners of her family's life, eclipsed by Bella-the favored daughter, the beauty, the one adored by all. While Bella basked in admiration and luxury, Aria worked quietly, attempting to build a life of her own, far from the expectations and spotlight that never seemed to touch her.
But everything changed when her father's company stood at the edge of collapse. Desperate and drowning in debt, he reached out to old connections, unaware of the chain reaction he was about to set in motion.
Leonardo Matteo Ricci was a man forged in cold ambition. He didn't believe in love, in softness, or in second chances. Raised at the helm of a ruthless Mafia empire, he learned early that emotion was weakness, and power meant survival. To the outside world, he was a billionaire businessman, sharp and controlled. Behind closed doors, he was a strategist-a man who moved pieces, not people. The only thing he never allowed himself to be was a pawn.
When his mother demanded marriage, Leonardo didn't argue. He didn't believe in the illusion of choice or freedom. If it had to happen, it would be on his terms. He chose a bride with precision, not passion. He didn't pick the girl who flirted in diamonds or laughed too loudly at his words. He chose the one who stood in silence. The one who didn't look at him with infatuation, but with wariness. He chose Aria.
It wasn't about love. It was about leverage. Her father's debt would vanish. In return, she would wear his ring.
Aria didn't ask for the arrangement. She didn't dream of power or privilege. But when faced with her family's ruin, she accepted what she couldn't change. In a single moment, she stepped into a world she didn't understand, beside a man she didn't trust, bound by a vow that wasn't built on affection-but control.
Their marriage was cold from the beginning. Leonardo made no effort to pretend otherwise. Aria was given status, wealth, a new name-but no warmth. In public, she became Mrs. Ricci. In private, she was alone.
And yet, Aria didn't break.
She adapted. She observed. She stayed quiet, but never small. She learned to navigate the world of underground politics and whispered threats. She didn't chase Leonardo's attention or beg for his affection. That silence, more than anything, began to pull him in.
He didn't understand her. She wasn't like the women who surrounded him. She didn't flatter. She didn't scheme. She didn't pretend. She simply existed-unmoved, unshaken, and completely uninterested in what he could offer.
And that made her dangerous in a way he never expected.
Behind closed doors, the air shifted. It wasn't warmth, not yet. But tension. A kind of awareness neither of them spoke of. There were stolen glances across marble halls, an accidental brush of hands, the heaviness of words left unsaid. Slowly, without meaning to, they became something more than strangers bound by contract.
But not everyone welcomed the shift.
Bella watched the world she thought was hers unravel. She had spent years imagining herself beside Leonardo-imagining power, love, and a name like Ricci attached to her own. Aria's marriage felt like betrayal. And in betrayal, she found rage.
Jealousy turned sharp. Whispers turned into sabotage. Bella wasn't just heartbroken-she was humiliated. In her eyes, Aria had stolen the life she was born for. And she would stop at nothing to take it back.
Tensions rose inside the house and outside its walls. Leonardo's enemies, always watching, began to notice his attention shifting. They saw in Aria something rare-a weakness they could exploit. In the shadows of loyalty and power, danger circled. A single misstep could mean war.
Leonardo had never cared for weakness. But for the first time, he cared for her.
What began as a calculated decision turned into something neither of them could define. He began to protect her-not out of obligation, but instinct. He saw how she moved, how she listened, how she began to understand the weight of the world she married into. And Aria, who once only wanted freedom, now had to decide what that meant.
Because freedom might mean walking away.
And leaving might mean losing everything they'd quietly built.
As Bella pushed further into chaos, as enemies in the criminal underworld sharpened their blades, as Leonardo's control began to fray beneath the pressure of emotion he didn't know how to name-Aria became the center of it all.
No longer the invisible sister. No longer the quiet girl.
She was the wife of a man feared by an entire city. A woman others wanted to break, who refused to bend. A girl who once lived in shadows, now standing in the most dangerous spotlight of all.
Their marriage wasn't romantic. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't built on dreams.
But it was real.
And in the world they belonged to-real was the only thing that survived. You might like
The Unwanted Wife's Flawless Spectacular Comeback
Hansiain Finley-moise For four years, Ellyn was the scarred, despised wife of billionaire Baron Hudson, enduring his cruelty with silent devotion.
But one night, after brutally forcing himself on her, he threw divorce papers at her bruised chest.
"Did you really think I could ever stomach looking at that hideous face of yours for the rest of my life?"
He kicked her out into the freezing rain because his flawless true love, Christine, was finally coming home.
To ensure Ellyn suffered, Baron froze all her bank accounts, wanting her to starve on the streets until she begged for his mercy.
Penniless and shivering in a rundown apartment, Ellyn discovered she was pregnant with his child, right as the news broadcasted him lovingly welcoming Christine at the airport.
Her heart died completely. She had given him ten years of her life, only to be thrown away like garbage.
But a shocking miracle happened: the intimate trauma had somehow triggered a biological cure, completely peeling away the ugly scar that had ruined her face for twenty years.
If the ruthless Hudson family found out she was healed and carrying the heir, they would steal her baby and destroy her.
Instead of taking his five-million-dollar hush money, Ellyn tore the contract to pieces, hid her newly flawless face, and vanished to Paris.
Four years later, the Hudson family's grand banquet was brought to a dead halt by a stunning, untouchable woman in a red trench coat and her genius three-year-old son.
Ellyn was back, and she wasn't the ugly duckling anymore. The Jilted Wife's Spectacular Billionaire Comeback
Zhi Yao For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties.
But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom.
Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot.
Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years.
"You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic."
My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support.
They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets.
I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life.
But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree.
Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate.
When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block. 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 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." 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. My Accidental Billionaire husband
Favor V April They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, mine didn't.
I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger's name, a ring worth more than my parents' love ever was, and a son whose father I've never seen, never known, never remembered.
I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever.
For six years, I've lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it.
Then fate laughed in my face.
My sister married my ex-fiancé-the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name... and looks far too much like my child.
Every time I'm near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I'm terrified to ask. I shouldn't notice him. I shouldn't feel anything. He is my sister's husband.
But some secrets refuse to stay buried.
Because the truth about Vegas isn't just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms.
It's standing right in front of me.
And when it finally comes out, it won't just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.
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."
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." The Divorced Genius Wife Returns For Revenge
Xiao Ye Sloane Sinclair-Carlisle died in a fiery car crash, only to wake up in the weak, broken body of a girl named Nina White.
Before she could process her rebirth, a torrent of tragic memories flooded her mind. Nina had written the genius code that saved her husband Doug's tech company from bankruptcy.
But instead of gratitude, Doug stole her life's work, presented the billion-dollar algorithm as his own, and drove the desperate girl to swallow a bottle of sleeping pills.
"Nina, I swear to God, if you don't open this door in one minute, I'm kicking it down! I don't have time for your drama!"
Doug was pounding on the door, aggressively demanding she sign the divorce papers so he could marry his high-school sweetheart.
Downstairs, his mother and sister casually sipped tea, mocking Nina as a worthless beggar who was finally being thrown out.
They were celebrating their impending wealth, fully believing they could just erase her and leave her with absolutely nothing.
They thought they had completely crushed a timid, helpless victim.
They had no idea the soul now inhabiting this body belonged to a cold, unforgiving predator.
Sloane threw away the suicide note, put on a bold red dress, and decisively signed the net-zero divorce agreement.
She slapped the papers in front of her arrogant ex-husband and walked out into the night, ready to build her own empire and watch his stolen company burn to the ground. 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? 
/0/75497/coverorgin.jpg?v=081f5b576f8b4b199cb29637d0ad7e24&imageMogr2/format/webp)
0
TOP UP
Reading History
Sign out
Get the APP
/1/116902/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ec849e17caebd2f54102309e9f8b302&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/114057/coverorgin.jpg?v=59ba4975471bd2fb60e3a2010fe30d03&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113311/coverorgin.jpg?v=7dbfb682cc0ef3c12317e41349eed588&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/113767/coverorgin.jpg?v=ef92ad258359ec0273435f960ced7576&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/82937/coverorgin.jpg?v=2907194aa510c647b04f7cba8770d5c5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/112007/coverorgin.jpg?v=a50eb2275df9d10a1189d151a3617521&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/0/95392/coverorgin.jpg?v=168c2636290e5625d64a748cd16703d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/105401/coverorgin.jpg?v=18c7d752621a50bc5635d2f1604ddeba&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/118227/coverorgin.jpg?v=d81e870ba5f291c655313697ed34db27&imageMogr2/format/webp)
/1/108483/coverorgin.jpg?v=d6130169b0f23a6cc84b9c55818e3d5a&imageMogr2/format/webp)