THE BILLIONAIRE'S SCANDALOUS WIFE

The Billionaire's Hidden Marriage

Past mistakes and second chances. Daisy finds herself caught up in a complicated situation. Years ago, she manipulated Kingsley Blackwood. Now, she has his child, and she is also working for Kingsley's company. Going back to the city where she was born, Daisy also has to deal with her ex-fiancé, Dylan Noble, and her sister, Maisy, who betrayed her trust and hurt her in the worst way possible. Can Daisy face up to her past and make things right, or will her mistakes keep holding her back? Is love in the cards for her? *** As she got closer to him, she took the time to study him. She was amazed at how handsome he looked. He was so handsome, it was cute, how he had these pumped, plump lips, raised eyebrows, natural raised eyebrows, almond eyes, a sharp nose, and a defined face. He was just too handsome, which was a great contrast to the angry eyes he pointed towards her. "I asked you, what the fuck do you want?" he shouted at her. She swallowed saliva and gathered all her strength. "I am here to help you," she said. She opened the buttons on her blouse and let it fall behind her on the ground. His gaze was as fierce as a sword, making Daisy feel guilty enough that she dared not look directly at him.

The BILLIONARE ALPHA

Ruby Reginald, is a young event planner hoping to make a partner in her firm when one night she meets Edward. They kind of have a one-night stand. Reginald doesn't know Edward's real identity, he happens to be a young billionaire, and he is also a werewolf. An alpha. When Ruby finds out that Edward isn't human, she can't cope and runs away to make a new life for herself, But she ends up in a worse mess than the one she ran away from and has to run back to Edwards for help. Can love between a human and an Alpha exist? Can Ruby overcome her fear towards Edward? Is it love?

Entangled Destinies: Love, Betrayal, and Redemption

A story of love, betrayal, and the quest for redemption. Stacy, an orphaned young woman, finds comfort in Caspian's love, only to be abandoned when he chooses wealth over their bond. Determined to reclaim her lost love, Stacy navigates the challenges of life on the streets. Despite the hardships she faces, her spirit remains unbroken, fueled by the hope of finding true love and redemption. Meanwhile, Regan, a compassionate bystander, finds himself drawn into a dangerous situation when he witnesses Stacy being abducted. His heroic intervention sets off a chain of events that leads to unexpected sparks that create a deep connection between them, igniting a passionate romance that exceeds their differences.

THE THRONE

I am an orphan not born of tittle or a good home. My aunt took me in and raised me as a servant in her home until she kicks me out of her house one evening and there my destiny will begin. I was all alone with no purpose and no direction when fate led me to the three princes of our land and the sons of our majesty the king. One of the prince will hate me, another will have sympathy for me and the other one is going to fall in love with me. When all the tricks, lies and politics are over, There is only one seat at the throne and one ruler of the kingdom. And i am going to take that seat.

Love Marriage Hate and Revenge

Herieth Martin returns from studying abroad and finds her older sister who had been missing from home for many years after being kidnapped. Herieth realizes that Julia's return home brings about a big change in her life. First, she finds that Julia is in the process of dating Zach, who was Herieth's boyfriend since they were in high school. If that is not enough, Julia is entrusted with great responsibilities in the family business than Herieth, who is more capable professionally than Julia. To make matters worse, Julia is given 80 per cent ownership shares of the Martin Family Company, a construction company owned by the Martin family. A big fight breaks out between Herieth and Julia, and her family seems to side with Julia and oppress Herieth. Herieth decides to leave and go independent. One night when she is drinking with her friend named Tina in a bar to reduce stress, Herieth meets a man named Roman. Tina informs Herieth that the man is Zach's uncle, Herieth's ex-boyfriend who betrayed her to her sister. Herieth suddenly finds her revenge plan. She targets Roman so that she can marry him and become Zach’s aunt and then teach him manners by betraying him. After successfully getting married under extraordinary circumstances, Herieth goes through many cases and tragedies, from her husband and her family. Later she comes to find out that Roman is not Zach's uncle! So she was in trouble. The next thing she does is make excuses to claim divorce without explaining the real reason. Later she comes to meet Zach's uncle, named Priscus. Priscus happens to especially love Herieth, but Herieth lacks the skill to be with him because Roman refuses to grant her divorce. He does everything to stop her.

The Placeholder Bride's Secret Billionaire Revenge

For two years, I was the invisible force behind tech billionaire Kieran Douglas, convinced that our "private" romance was his way of protecting us from the tabloid spotlight. I managed his mergers, warmed his bed, and waited for a future that didn't exist. The illusion shattered at 6:00 AM when a Page Six alert debuted Kieran’s "real" romance with socialite Aspen Schneider. Before I could even process the betrayal, Kieran sent me a cold, professional text: "Order flowers for Aspen. Pink peonies. Her favorite." When I tried to walk away, my own mother called me a disgrace and threatened to lock my inheritance forever unless I married a sixty-year-old businessman to save her failing estate. At a high-society gala that same night, Aspen intentionally crushed my burned hand in front of the cameras, while Kieran stood by and dismissed me as a "mediocre assistant" who had overstayed her welcome. I stood in the cold New York rain, drenched in champagne and humiliation, realizing that every sacrifice I made for Kieran was a joke. I was a ghost in a penthouse that was never mine, discarded the moment his "soulmate" returned. To the world, I was just a placeholder whose time had run out. But Kieran forgot one thing: my father’s multi-million dollar trust fund unlocks the moment I legally marry. I didn't need love; I needed a signature and a shield. I walked into a discreet law firm and signed a marriage contract with a man I believed was the city’s most notorious, scandal-ridden playboy. I thought I was marrying a degenerate "beard" to buy my freedom and secure my revenge. I didn't realize the man who signed that paper wasn't a playboy at all, but Gaston Collins—the most powerful and dangerous man on Wall Street—and he had no intention of letting our fake marriage stay fake.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch—a titan of industry and my best friend’s father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

The Almighty Heiress Unmasked: Divorce The Past, Inherit The World

Once the real heiress came back, Katherine was thrown out by her "parents" and ridiculed by her fiancé. She walked away-and claimed the dynasty that had been hers all along. With every mask stripped off, she shocked everyone. "Mysterious illnesses? I cured them." "Hacker attacks? Pathetic." "Luxury brands? I owned the design copyrights." Her former family demanded a fortune for "raising" her. Katherine huffed, "Keep dreaming!" Her ex begged to reunite. "Get lost. You weren't worthy of me." Meanwhile, a tycoon fell hard, thawing from aloof to devoted, finding new ways to pull her close.

My Husband's Brother Owns My Secret

My marriage to Joshua Caldwell was a prison sentence. I was a Hartman trophy, sold to the powerful family who had destroyed mine. Then I discovered he was cheating. His mistress was pregnant with the child he denied me, and he was stealing my secret song lyrics to build her career. When I confronted him, he called me a spineless liability and threatened to destroy what was left of my family. To make matters worse, a one-night stand with a stranger turned out to be with my husband's brother, Anthony Caldwell-the Don of the city. He knew all of Joshua's secrets and used them to trap me in a twisted game, seeing me as nothing more than an asset. They both thought I was a broken doll they could control. I wrote a song for his mistress, a beautiful execution with a single, impossible note I knew would destroy her voice. She sang it, and now her career is over. Now the Don has summoned me to Chicago, not knowing the woman he thinks is his asset is the one who just burned his brother's world to the ground.

Abandoned Ex-Wife: Now Untouchable

My five-year-old daughter was dying in the ICU, her heartbeat replaced by the continuous, electronic scream of a flatline. I gripped her cold hand, my throat sealed shut by a terror so absolute I couldn't even cry out. I dialed my husband Grayson's private number, the one reserved only for me and his assistants. He declined the call instantly. A second later, a text buzzed against my palm: "In a meeting. Do not disturb. Stop calling." Five miles away, Grayson was at a luxury gala, adjusting his silk tie and laughing with Belle Escobar. He told her I was just being "dramatic" and using our daughter's "fever" as an excuse to avoid the event. He had no idea Effie's heart had already stopped. When I finally reached our penthouse, soaked from the rain and carrying Effie's small socks in a plastic bag, Grayson didn't even look at me. He snapped at me for ruining the hardwood floors and asked if I'd left Effie with the nanny just to "feel sorry for myself." Three days later, while I buried our daughter in a small, lonely ceremony, Grayson was at the Hamptons. Belle posted a photo of him golfing with the caption: "A mental health day with the boys." He didn't even attend the funeral, but he returned home demanding I clear out Effie's room to make a study for Belle's son. The injustice burned through me until there was nothing left. I swallowed a handful of sleeping pills, desperate to join my daughter. But instead of the darkness, I woke up to blinding lights and the scent of Grayson's expensive cologne. I was standing in a ballroom, wearing a blue silk dress I had already burned. Above me, a banner read: "Happy 5th Birthday Kaiden & Effie." I was back, exactly one year before the tragedy. This time, I wasn't going to be the grieving wife. I was going to be their worst nightmare.