Sell My Love To Devil CEO

The Betrayal on My Wedding Day

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.

From Ashes, A New Love Reborn

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?"

A Marriage Built on Deception

In the fifth year of my marriage, at a cattle auction, I saw my husband with my cousin—a woman everyone believed had been dead for five years. She was holding their son. I quickly learned my entire marriage was a lie, a cover-up orchestrated by my husband and my own grandmother to protect the woman who had tried to murder me. I wasn't a wife. I was an alibi. On the day they planned to drug me so they could celebrate their son's birthday, I signed away every penny of the family fortune, filed for divorce, and disappeared.

His Wife, Her Game, His Escape

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

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.

His Revenge, My Unwanted Fortune

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.

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ 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.  

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

Rejected Luna, Claimed by the King

As a wolfless charity case at the Hyde Pack's celebration, my world shattered when Braydon, my supposed protector, publicly announced Katherine Parrish as his Luna, erasing me. Heartbroken, I fled into a terrifying contract marriage with Alpha King Dallas Marshall for protection. Braydon's public assault and threats forced me to reveal my secret marriage, challenging the King. My "protection" felt like a prison. Braydon revealed I was a "key" to power, not a mate, confirming my fears. Enraged by my attempt to take a morning-after pill, Dallas forced me to swallow it, then branded my lips with a furious kiss. His chilling silence hardened my resolve. I immediately drafted an addendum to our contract, setting strict boundaries to reclaim control.

Too Late, Mr. Johnston: She Is Gone

Kara was diagnosed with cancer, and her unborn child could not be kept. Kara planned to end the pregnancy, get a divorce, and face her impending death with equanimity, allowing Davin and his new love, Alyse, to be together. But Davin had no intention of letting her go so easily. He and the increasingly frail Kara were inseparable day and night, just to leave a child for the infertile Alyse. Kara lay dying in her hospital bed, crying and laughing, pleading, "I'll give you my life, please let me go." Later, the cold and aloof man knelt before Kara's tombstone, holding gardenias day and night, his eyes red as he murmured, "Baby, stop it, come back."

Seven Years A Fool, One Day A Queen

Everyone knew Kristine loved Colton. Still, his heart clung to a woman overseas-someone he spent most days with, now pregnant with his baby-and Kristine still asked him to marry her. On their registration day, however, he never came; his "true love" had flown back. Seven years of loyalty later, Kristine walked away, blocked him, and left his city. Colton didn't blink-until he saw her at the courthouse, arm-in-arm with another man, and the proud CEO went pale. He went after her, desperation overtaking him. "I'm sorry. Please give me another chance." She snapped, "Could you stop? I'm already married."

THE LYCAN KING'S TREASURED LUNA

Narine never expected to survive. Not after what was done to her body, mind, and soul. But fate had other plans. Rescued by Supreme Alpha Sargis, the kingdom's most feared ruler, she finds herself under the protection of a man she doesn't know... and a bond she doesn't understand. Sargis is no stranger to sacrifice. Ruthless, ambitious, and loyal to the sacred matebond, he's spent years searching for the soul fate promised him, never imagining she would come to him broken, on the brink of death, and afraid of her own shadow. He never meant to fall for her... but he does. Hard and fast. And he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her again. What begins in silence between two fractured souls slowly grows into something intimate and real. But healing is never linear. With the court whispering, the past clawing at their heels, and the future hanging by a thread, their bond is tested again and again. Because falling in love is one thing. Surviving it? That's a war of its own. Narine must decide, can she survive being loved by a man who burns like fire, when all she's ever known is how not to feel? Will she shrink for the sake of peace, or rise as Queen for the sake of his soul? For readers who believe even the most fractured souls can be whole again, and that true love doesn't save you. It stands beside you while you save yourself.