Trapped By Devil Billionaire

The Billionaire's Secret Babies

Bella Stone has never imagine in her life intended or aspired to rent out her womb to anyone. Due to a necessity, she reluctantly agrees to carry the future baby, the seed of the famous model and entrepreneur couple, Julia Estelle and Edward Darkwood. Bella thinks everything will go smoothly. In her imagination, after carrying and giving birth, she will receive a lot of money and be able to leave. However, who would have thought that because of one night's mistake, Bella and Edward accidentally got involved. Worse still, Bella ends up carrying his seed without Julia's knowledge. So, can Bella keep this significant secret tightly sealed and continue pretending that the baby she is carrying is the result of Julia and Edward's seed? And when the baby she is carrying eventually comes into the world, will Bella be willing to simply give her baby to Julia?

Unpredictable Betrayal : A Sweet of Revenge

Aurora Harverwood thought her married life was already perfect. Especially with her husband, Alex Wildblood, known for being incredibly affectionate and attentive. However, everything turned out to be different from what Aurora had imagined. In a deliberate sign, she caught her husband in an intimate act with Amanda Nicole, who happened to be her cousin. Aurora was furious. She vowed to seek revenge that would not be forgotten.

WARMING THE BILLIONAIRE'S COLD HEART

Being a billionaire and having good looks are not guarantees that Nicholas Alistair's love story will unfold smoothly. Feeling very disappointed because his previous fiancée had betrayed him, Nicholas closed himself off and acted aloof. He believed that women were creatures to be avoided. However, this caught the attention of an assistant named Kimberly. She, who had just taken up the position of Nicholas's private assistant, harbored a secret love. The cool and indifferent attitude displayed by Nicholas posed a significant challenge for the young woman in her quest to win her boss's heart. Can Kimberly, a young woman full of secrets, thaw Nicholas's heart as effectively as the ice in Antarctica?"

Marrying the Billionaire Lawyer

Since the beginning, Rayyan Malik had firmly locked his heart on Mayza Safeeya. The only woman he had loved since sitting in junior high school. Separated by more than a decade from his first love, it didn't make the man give up on searching for the whereabouts of his beloved. Until one time, the presence of Riana made Rayyen's determination waver. As he began to turn his attention towards Riana, new problems arose. Mayza, who had long disappeared, coincidentally met Rayyen again at a party. Rayyen's heart began to be torn. The truth was that his feelings for Mayza never completely vanished. So, to whom did the man's heart finally anchor?

Pregnant but Rejected as A Billionaire's Wife

Whether this is actually luck or misfortune being experienced by a man named Lucas Orion. Due to something unintentional, the man made a big mistake by sleeping with his own boss, Deasy Winterborne. In truth, this is not entirely Lucas' fault. It could be said that Deasy, that night, raped and took her virginity. To make matters worse, a few weeks later, what was feared actually happened. Deasy is pregnant, and of course, the baby she carries is the result of what Lucas sowed. Lucas tries hard to take responsibility, but Deasy always refuses, considering Lucas just a regular staff member who is not on her level. So, can Lucas melt Deasy's heart, as hard as a rock? As for Deasy herself, will she eventually soften or even grow more distant, especially after finding out who Lucas truly is?

MY HOT BILLIONAIRE

Handsome, having it all, and being loved by women made the life of this young billionaire seem perfect. At first, Edward's life went as expected, as it should. Until one day, he accidentally met and had a one-night stand with a virgin named Chloe Hazel. Edward intended to take responsibility, but Chloe outrightly rejected it. Among all the women, Chloe was the only one who dared to refuse and leave it alone. Who exactly is Chloe, and what made her hate Edward so much? Can Edward conquer women's hearts and change hate into love?

My Luna Became An Alpha After I Rejected Her

My Luna became an alpha after I rejected her : she was my Luna. I rejected her. Now she's stronger than ever and she has my son. Amelia's world shattered the day her daughter died-and her mate, Alpha Aiden of the Red Moon Pack, divorced her to reunite with his ex-girlfriend. Cast out, disgraced, and accused of poisoning her own child, Amelia was stripped of her title and driven from her pack. The next morning, her lifeless body was found at the border.They all believed she was dead.But she wasn't. Far from the ashes of betrayal, Amelia rebuilt herself-rising from rejection and ruin to become the first female Alpha of Velaris, the most powerful and respected pack in the realm. She also carried a secret Aiden never discovered:She was pregnant-with his son.Years later, fate brings them face to face once more. A deadly disease is spreading through the packs, and the only one who can stop it is the renowned doctor they thought had died. When Aiden sees the boy at her side-his eyes, his blood-he realizes the truth.He didn't just lose his Luna. He destroyed the mother of his child.And now, she's everything he's not-stronger, wiser, untouchable. Will she heal the pack that betrayed her?Will she ever let him near her heart again?Or is his punishment simply living with the consequences?

Marrying Her Was Easy, Losing Her Was Hell

"Stella once savored Marc's devotion, yet his covert cruelty cut deep. She torched their wedding portrait at his feet while he sent flirty messages to his mistress. With her chest tight and eyes blazing, Stella delivered a sharp slap. Then she deleted her identity, signed onto a classified research mission, vanished without a trace, and left him a hidden bombshell. On launch day she vanished; that same dawn Marc's empire crumbled. All he unearthed was her death certificate, and he shattered. When they met again, a gala spotlighted Stella beside a tycoon. Marc begged. With a smirk, she said, ""Out of your league, darling."

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.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

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.

The Billionaire's Blind Bride: No Mercy

I married Clive Harrington, the coldest billionaire in Manhattan, under a strict contract that forbade any emotional burdens. When I needed a high-risk surgery to save my sight, I checked into the clinic alone, hiding the procedure from a husband who saw me as nothing more than a legal asset. I thought I could handle the darkness in silence. But while I was blind and bandaged in my hospital bed, my biological mother called, screaming that if I didn't produce a Harrington heir by the end of the fiscal year, she would cut off the life-saving treatments for my disabled sister. I was crawling on the cold hospital floor, desperately feeling for a cane I had dropped, when I touched a pair of expensive leather shoes. It was Clive. He was supposed to be in London closing a multi-million dollar deal, but there he was, watching his "contract wife" groveling in the dark like a beggar. He didn't walk away in disgust. He carried me to a five-thousand-dollar-a-night VIP suite and sat by my bed, listening in chilling silence as another voicemail from my mother filled the room, calling me a "useless broodmare" who was only worth the trust fund disbursements my marriage secured. I expected him to remind me of Clause 34B or hand me divorce papers now that I was "damaged goods." Instead, I felt his thumb brush a stray tear from my cheek, his presence shifting from a statue of ice into a predatory shield. "I thought I was just currency to you," I whispered, my voice trembling behind the gauze. "Just an investment." Clive didn't answer with words. He picked up his phone and called his head of legal with a single, terrifying command: "Kill the Douglas family’s credit lines. Every debt, every lien—trigger them all. If they want a war, I’ll give them a massacre." As he leaned down to kiss my bandaged forehead, I realized the contract was dead. My husband wasn't protecting an asset anymore; he was hunting the people who had dared to touch what belonged to him.