3725 Book(s) Related to my secret billionair

My bestie Isolde and I were lured to a resort in another country.
Crescent Bay, a place that turned She-wolves into property.
Any wolf with enough money could have us for the night. That was the arrangement. That was what we were worth, once we were in.
When my husband Cael broke through the gates with a unit of Hargrove Pack warriors, I was in the back room counting the night's take. Top earner three months running.
Isolde was in the basement. Brain-dead. Pregnant. The machines were the only reason her heart was still beating.
Hargrove Pack put up half a million dollars for the name of whoever had trafficked us.
I was the only one who knew. I said nothing.
Vivienne — Cael's mother, Isolde's Luna — got down on her knees in front of me and begged. I closed my eyes.
Pack enforcers questioned me three times. I gave them the same answer every time, which was no answer at all.
Then Cael ran out of patience. He called for a witch to extract my memories and put them in front of everyone who had ever known me.

I waited twenty years for my wolf.
She never came. No first shift at sixteen. No stirring at eighteen. Nothing. My parents crossed the continent chasing rare awakening herbs—moonpetal, silverroot, anything with a rumor attached.
None of it worked.
I died without ever hearing her voice. Throat torn open in my own bed by Brennan Falk, the son of my live-in caretaker.
That's when I finally learned why she never woke.
The "awakening blend" Dorene brewed me every night was laced with wolfsbane. Enough to keep my wolf buried forever. Enough to keep me weak, wolfless, and easy to kill.
And the awakening chamber my parents built for me—the one I was too heartbroken to ever set foot in—had been housing her entire family. Five rogues, living under my floor for over a year, eating my food, selling my herbs, waiting for the right moment.
After I died, they forged my exile papers. My parents flew home from an herb auction in Ashmoor to an empty house and a letter. They believed their daughter had given up and left the pack.
Then I opened my eyes. Three days before Brennan's fangs.
The first thing I did was text a witch about the awakening chamber.

My daughter's wolf has never woken. Until her first shift, one dose a season is all that keeps it alive. And I brew that dose myself and send it to the supply hall under the healers' guild seal.
This season, my husband's mistress took it from us at the supply hall and fed it to her own daughter in front of forty wolves. Then she pressed my girl's palm onto a silver bar, to prove we were the thieves.
"Save your tears for my man," she said. "Captain Roark Fenn."
That's my husband's name.
Neither of them knows what I did in the war. By moonrise, the whole pack will.

I thought I was driving into my mating ceremony. Instead, Calder's mother met the car with a tray — a silver collar lined with spikes, and a rusty pincer for pulling out my sharpest fang. Blackbriar rules, she said. Every Luna wears one. And Calder, the man who never once raised his voice at me back in the city, just stood there like all of this was perfectly reasonable. So I told the driver to turn around. That's when the logs came down across the road. My phone had no signal. Willa was bleeding. And Calder was crouched on the hood of my car, telling me I could walk into that pack hall on my own, or be carried in. He'd done his homework on me — my money, my bloodline, my dowry. All of it, except one thing. The bone whistle around my neck. And what happens when I blow it.

"...I gave your wedding dress to Elise." Julian said.
"What...Did you say?" I asked, just to be sure I didn't hear wrong.
"Elise," he said again, "I gave her the dress."
"And why would you even do that?" I snapped in anger.
"We've been talking, okay?" He rubbed his temples, trying to explain "She told me she wants her last wish to be getting married before she passes to me. So...I thought this, as the right thing to do."
The words exploded out of me like a volcano.
"How could you do something like this without asking me first? That's my dress, Julian! For our wedding, that's in two days!"


For many years I gave up my dreams and my youth to bring Julian back from the edge of death. We were legally bound in a secret ceremony, waiting for the day he could finally stand beside me at the altar.
But on the day of our wedding, the dress I made for myself was on my stepsister, and the man I called my husband was leading her to the priest.
With nothing left but a broken heart, I made a deal with the one man Julian feared, Sebastian Hale.
He is cold, dangerous, and the most powerful billionaire in the city. He offers me protection, wealth, and revenge, but in his world nothing is free.

"You are my new mate," Alpha Lucien said.
"No," I whispered, trembling. "You're my stepfather."
Aria was born an orphan—unwanted, unloved, and used to being invisible in a pack that despised her. But nothing prepared her for the moment her cold, merciless stepfather, Alpha Lucien, marked her as his mate.
Trapped in a horrifying bond with the man who should've protected her, Aria is desperate to escape. Every touch burns, every word chains her tighter. Until Kael returns—Lucien's long-banished son, a fierce warrior with secrets in his eyes and fire in his blood.
When Kael lays eyes on Aria, everything explodes.
She's not just his father's claimed Luna.
She's his fated mate.
Now caught between a forced bond and a destined one, Aria must make an impossible choice: submit to the Alpha who claimed her by force… or fight for the forbidden love that could destroy them all.
In a world ruled by dominance, bloodlines, and fate, will love be her salvation—or her ruin?

A bully, a bad boy, and the person she hated most. ONCE AJERK__ALWAYS A JERK? "Marry me. This is the only way you can survive in this world."" He could marry anyone but all he wanted was her, a married woman. Scared but she didn't want him to save her. ""I'd choose de... death rather than be.. being your wife."" She said in a trembling voice. ""Then how about me giving you the sweetest death possible?"" He walked towards her, making her step backwards. ""What?"" Suddenly he kissed her in front of everybody out of nowhere. In the spotlight, he pronounced in front of everyone that she belonged to him but why?
Two years passed, but he did not change at all. How about her? Why did he come back to her life again? After everything that she went through because of him, was not it enough for him? Why did he show up when she was happy and he offered her a contract? She knew that Preston Adam Collymore never had any interest in her then why...

“Hate me all you want, Mackenzie…”
His lips brushed her ear, low and lethal. “But you’ll still beg to be ruined by me.”

She took his future with a single photo.
Now he wants everything from her—body, mind, control.

Mackenzie Lanka thought college would be her fresh start. New campus. New name. A shot at the internship of a lifetime. But when the dark, dangerous boy from her past reappears with a smile sharp enough to draw blood, everything unravels.

Tony “Anaga” Zacks—the ex-golden boy turned walking scandal—has one goal: make Mackenzie his. Not because he’s forgiven her, but because revenge tastes better when it’s slow… and dirty.

His deal is simple.
Pretend to be his girlfriend. Obey the rules. Don’t fall for the enemy.

But nothing about Tony is simple. Not his touch. Not his demands. And especially not the way he breaks her down with a look and sets her on fire with a single word.

Every kiss is punishment.
Every lie is layered in lust.
Every time she says no, her body says please.

As secrets bleed into obsession and the line between hate and want disappears, Mackenzie’s not sure if she’s his puppet… or his prize.

And the worst part? She might just love the pain he brings.

This isn’t a love story.
It’s a war of hearts, heat, and control.
And someone’s going to surrender naked.


You Ruined My Life, Now Be My Girlfriend—where hate fucks hard and love might not survive it.

I came to Frostveil Academy to because it was expected.
I never expected to be claimed….. especially not by him.

At Frostveil Academy, magic is power—and only the most powerful wolves rule the ice.

My name is Elira Frostborne. I am used to being invisible. I arrives at the elite Frostveil Academy already marked as an outsider. I don’t have my wolf yet. I don’t know my magical limits. And in a school built on dominance, that makes me dangerous—or disposable.
Especially when he starts to notice me….

Kade Pyrrhos is everything Frostveil respects. Powerful. Feared. Unbreakable. His wolf is fully awakened, his strength unquestioned, and his future already written. As the academy’s golden boy, he knows control is everything… until I arrives and his control begins to crumble.

Because something about me calls to him.

Every glance sparks tension. Every moment of closeness ignites power neither of us understands. My magic reacts to him in ways it never has before, and Kade’s wolf refuses to ignore me—no matter how forbidden I am.

Bound by secrets, divided by blood, and drawn together by a force older than the academy itself, we must decide whether to fight the bond forming between us… or surrender to it.

At Frostveil, strength is tested, power is claimed, and some bonds are impossible to break.
Even if he is my stepbrother.

3:07 a.m. That’s when my world shattered—via a video call from the boyfriend who’d vanished to Australia without a word. No warning, no goodbye, just a grin and a life-altering secret that left me reeling. But heartbreak doesn’t pause for office hours, and neither does my infuriatingly handsome boss, Rowan Pierce.
One minute, he’s micromanaging my reports and calling me “incompetent” for breathing wrong. The next, he’s dragging me to a business trip in the one country I never wanted to see again, playing the role of my fiancé to seal a deal. A fake kiss that felt too real. A stormy night where he held me like he actually cared. For a second, I let myself believe the ice around his heart was melting—until we got back to London.

Now he’s demoted me to the other side of the building, acting like our time in Australia was just a business transaction. Like the chocolate we shared, the shoulder I leaned on, the way he calmed my panic… meant nothing. But I’m not the girl who gets left behind twice. Caleb broke my trust, but Rowan? He’s playing a game I didn’t ask to join—and I’m about to find out why.

Was it all a lie? Or is the man who’s pushing me away the same one who’s terrified of letting me in? One thing’s for sure: I’m not leaving this office—or this mess—without the truth. And if Rowan Pierce thinks he can use me and discard me? He’s about to learn just how stubborn a heartbroken woman can be.

“You can't fall in love with your boss.”

My best friend warned me before my first day at the firm.

I laughed.

“Don't worry. I'm already married.”

What I didn't tell her was that my husband was the man walking into the conference room that morning.

Elias Jefferson was the firm's newest partner—a brilliant, wealthy, intimidating attorney who could silence an entire room with a single glance.

And somehow, he was also the stranger I had married only days before.

Nobody at the firm knew.

Nobody could know.

I needed this job. I had spent years struggling to prove that I belonged in the legal world, and I refused to let anyone think I had gotten ahead because I was sleeping with the boss.

So at work, Elias and I became strangers.

He challenged my arguments in meetings. I fought back.

He praised my legal instincts in front of the entire team. I pretended his approval meant nothing.

And whenever our eyes met across the courtroom, I had to remind myself that he wasn't my husband here.

He was my boss.

But when the office lights went out and we went home together, keeping our distance became much harder.

Then one night, Elias told me, “Our marriage was supposed to be temporary. So why can't I imagine letting you go?”

My throat tightens until it fucking burns. Jax’s face flashes right behind my eyelids.

Keep her safe, Reid. Watch out for her. Don't touch her.

The promise I’d made him felt like a heavy iron chain wrapping around my throat, choking the life out of me. I had sworn on everything I cared about that I wouldn't cross this line.

She was off-limits. She was his little sister.

"I'm right outside, Chlo. I'm not going anywhere," I promised. "I’ll sit right by the door. Just let me up."

"You always push me away," she whispered, and a single, fresh tear leaked from the corner of her eye, tracking slowly down into her hair. "You look at me like you want me, and then you treat me like I'm a mistake. It hurts so fucking bad, Reid. It hurts worse than the stalker. It hurts worse than anything."

Something inside my chest didn't just crack…it completely shattered. The tight, agonizing restraint I’d been holding onto for weeks snapped like a brittle twig.

Seeing her cry because of me, seeing her believe for even a second that she wasn't wanted, absolutely demolished my sanity.

"You think I don't want you?" I growled, the filter completely dropping from my voice. My elbows bent, dropping my weight until my chest was brushing hers, my face inches from her lips. "I am going out of my fucking mind every second I look at you. I lie awake in the next room listening to you breathe, wanting to tear down the wall between us. It's killing me, Chloe."

Her breath hitched, her fingers digging desperately into the skin of my shoulders. "Then stop fighting it. Please. Just... love me tonight. I need to feel safe. I need to feel you."

And just like that... To hell with the promise. To hell with Jax. To hell with the consequences tomorrow. Right now, the only thing that existed in the entire universe was the girl underneath me.

I leaned down and slammed my mouth against hers.


Reid Vance's best friend trusted him with his little sister. That was his first mistake.

Chloe Dupont is a reality TV star, a walking scandal, and the one girl Reid has hated since high school.

She's also his best friend's sister.

When Jax leaves the country and begs Reid to let Chloe stay in his apartment, Reid agrees for one reason only—He owes him.

Reid has two rules: Don't kill her and don't fuck her.

Well, he breaks both.

One drunken night turns into a secret neither of them can stop.
Chloe gets under his skin, into his head, and eventually, into his bed.

But Chloe comes with paparazzi, scandals, and more drama than Reid needs while he's fighting to protect his position as hockey captain and secure his future in the NHL.

Then Chloe's private photos are leaked, and a huge payment suddenly appears in Reid's bank account.

And the evidence makes him look like the villain who sold his best friend's sister for money.

Now Chloe hates him. His best friend wants to kill him. And his hockey career is hanging by a thread.

Tara was married to a scheming husband who is a wolf. She is unaware of her husband's identity. He hates her for being an ordinary woman
On their second anniversary, he sold her to Gaston for a one-night stand. She had sex with Gaston thinking it was Chad. Something changed in her and started demanding sex from her husband because of the way Gaston handled her.
She got pregnant and her husband hated her more and threw abusive words at her and started showing off her girlfriend who is her mate.

At the auction, when Anna’s painting was sold for the highest price of the night, I died in a dim underground studio.

No one knew that the painting had stolen my inspiration.

I was the most talented painter in the Hale family, yet I lived forever in my sister’s shadow — only because our paintings always ended up strangely similar.

At first, people said it was the bond between sisters.
Later, after my sister stole my paintings and exhibited them first, I became the so-called thief who plagiarized her works, while Anna turned into a celebrated, sought-after painter.

“Hard work really is more reliable than talent.” That was what people loved to say.

Before the auction, my family locked me away in the studio.
“Don’t ruin Anna’s big night.”

My sister Anna handed me a piece of bread.
“Little sister, have something to eat. When the auction’s over, we’ll go celebrate with a nice meal.”

“Look how kind your sister is — she still worries you’re hungry.”
Mother kicked me hard.

But she never knew Anna had poisoned the bread.
After just one bite, my skin broke out in rashes, I could barely breathe, and pain tore through every part of me.

Before I suffocated, I called my boyfriend Edd.
All I got was his cold scold:
“Lily, stop playing these cheap tricks!”

To the busy beep of the phone, I took my last breath.

When they came home triumphantly, thinking I was just being moody and refusing to join the celebration, they never knew I had stayed forever in that dark, quiet studio.

That wedding in Rome was the last time I ever saw him as his “stepsister.”
I was the Roxie family’s only daughter. After my father remarried, my mother and I moved into the Corleone estate, and from that day on, Elias became my stepbrother—also the one obsession I should never have touched.
Out in public, he was always calm and controlled. At home, though, one line from him “Don’t call me brother” made my heart race.
Until the day he held Sophia’s hand in front of a priest and announced he was going to marry her.
I was outside the venue, bending down to pick up empty bottles because I needed dialysis money. He crushed them under his shoe in front of everyone, humiliated me, and forced me to trade my dignity for cash, like he was nailing the word “step-siblings” onto a pillar of shame.
He hated me. He said I’d “gotten back at him” in the filthiest way. I just smiled and never explained.
Because he would never know the truth: back then, the reason I shoved him away with everything I had was only because I wanted him to live a little cleaner.
That night, he locked me in a pitch-dark storage room. Outside the door was wedding music. Inside was my blood and the suffocating despair.
When he finally opened the door… I was already dead.

For three years of marriage, Nicholas Harrison only saw me twice a month—each time, just to fulfill his marital duties.
He was indifferent, knew nothing about me, and when our three-year agreement was up, he couldn’t wait to chase after his true love.
I turned away with a smile. “Nicholas, let’s get a divorce. I’ll set you free.”
From that moment on, I stopped expecting anything from him and threw myself into my career.
Soon, I was shining brighter than ever, standing at the top of my field—with no place left for him by my side.
But as my talent caught the world’s eye, Nicholas found himself drawn to me, again and again, unable to resist.
Only when I walked away for good did he finally learn the truth about our past.
He was full of regret, but I had already become a national treasure—someone far beyond his reach.
I told him, “I’m done being your billionaire wife……”

Xandra Cavendish never imagined that on the eve of her wedding, her fiancé would deliver her to another man's bed.

Lucius was the first man who didn't flinch at her being a single mom of three—who actually treated her with tenderness.

She'd been ready to give herself to him completely, heart full of hope.

One night of passion.

When Xandra opened her eyes, she found a different man entirely.

The same man who, four years ago...

"Let’s divorce."

After three years of marriage, my husband’s true love has returned. He ended our three-year marriage with his own lips. Just like that, I was ruthlessly abandoned, and everyone is laughing at my misery.

I hid the news of my pregnancy and vanished from his world completely. I thought my sacrifice would give him the happiness he wanted. I never expected that when we met again, my ex-husband would confront me with bloodshot eyes.

"Whose child is this?"

——

As for the story after I left, I heard a different version. From the moment I disappeared, my ex-husband went insane searching for me all over the world...

“Evelyn, I can make you feel more fucked and satisfied than your ex-husband ever could.”

As the rhythm of our bodies quickened, I groaned and grasped the hair of the man above me. Ryan’s hand gripped and tormented my breasts, his thumb teasing my nipple, while his other hand pressed urgently against my clitoris.

“No matter who you were in the past, you belong to me now. Only to me.”

——

Evelyn had planned to announce her pregnancy on her wedding anniversary, but what awaited her was only the betrayal and humiliation of her husband, Damian.

Evelyn chose to walk away and pick up her drawing pen once more, reclaiming her lost glory in the fashion design world step by step.

But Damian quickly regretted his actions. Unable to control himself, he called her, yet the person who answered was not Evelyn—

“Hello, I am her current husband. You are interrupting us having sex.”

——

Evelyn thought she would never love anyone again. But the mysterious and powerful man known as Mr. K, who pulled her from the abyss, provokes her senses and challenges her emotional boundaries again and again.

"W-Wait… what if he walks in and sees us?" I gasped as Alexander's hands slid up my thighs, his body pressing me harder against the door.
"Let him," He let out a low, wicked chuckle, his lips grazing my neck. "Then he'll finally see exactly how badly his wife needs to be fucked."
Desperate to forget her crumbling marriage, Chloe makes one impulsive mistake—mistaking a billionaire for a stripper. What should have been a fleeting moment of passion turns into something far more dangerous when she learns the truth. Because the man in her bed isn't just powerful, he's one of the most influential men in the country. And he's decided he's not letting her go.
Now, Chloe is caught between a husband who never loved her and a man who refuses to walk away. Will Alexander King be her dirty little secret, or will she surrender to temptation and let him own her in every sinful way?

"You aren't pure enough to carry my heir"

Damian only needs one thing, an heir. Not love, not wife, just a child to secure his inheritance. Marriage? Off the table. Love? A distraction. And Vanessa, his friend with benefits is too impure in his eyes to be the mother of his child.

Evelyn, beautiful, innocent, and desperate enough to sign a contract that says she’ll carry his child… the natural way.

Everything is going according to plan, until Vanessa started attending social events and saying she's pregnant too. With Damian's child.

Now two women are carrying his heir. One is fighting for love. The other is fighting to win.
And Damian? He’s about to discover that some deals come with unexpected consequences.

"The Billionaire's Virgin Surrogate" is a sizzling slow burn billionaire romance filled with passion, betrayal, and a dangerous game of hearts—where trust is fragile, and love cuts the deepest.

"Stop this wedding! You're really going to stand here and marry her after what we've been doing behind her back?" Vanessa, Jason's co-worker, pushed forward from the crowd, her voice slicing through the stunned silence of the garden ceremony.
"I can't do this," Jason announced loudly, his words carrying across the stunned guests. "I won't marry you."
"I'll marry her."
Kimani thought she was finally stepping into her happily ever after after years of love and sacrifice. She believed she was marrying the man she had trusted with her whole heart. But at the altar, everything shatters when proof of his betrayal is exposed in front of everyone.
Instead of remorse, Jason humiliates her, turning love into blame and publicly abandoning her without hesitation. In a single moment, the wedding becomes a stage of disgrace, and Kimani is left standing alone under a storm of whispers, pity, and judgment.
Just when she is completely broken, a man steps forward from the crowd.
Alaric Walker. Billionaire. The untouchable head of the Walker empire.
A man who never involves himself in public scandals.
Yet in front of everyone, he claims her.
He declares he will marry her, turning shock into silence and rewriting her fate in a single breath.
What begins as a scandalous rescue shakes the entire city. A marriage born from betrayal becomes the subject of shock and speculation, with everyone certain it will collapse.
But Alaric does not treat her like a mistake. He protects her, stands by her, and slowly reveals a side of himself no one has ever seen.
And Kimani begins to realize this unexpected marriage may not be her downfall.
It may be the beginning of something far more dangerous than love.

Eve has no choice but to give up her own goal and marry the old billionaire who could even be her grandfather...due to her father's illness and the expensive operational costs.

Despite the sex harassment she faces on a regular basis, the humiliation she receives from the old son, Liam, is another source of pain for Eve. Then, Eve's only thought is to make as much money as she can and get away from the family.

Nevertheless, as Liam works with Eve, he gradually falls in love with the girl he used to loathe.

What will he do about his hidden feelings for his stepmother?

She doesn't want to rely on a man because she believes all men are jerks.

She does literally anything as far as it would generate more income to her account, What she doesn't do is stealing, killing and kidnapping. But anything else apart from those three she will do it.

She signed a 90 days contract marriage with a billionaire.

He is the heir of Rainbow Company and the CEO of one of the biggest businesses.

On his grandmother's death bed she makes him promise to get married.

What will transpire when they cross paths? Will there be a spark between them?

Warning ⚠️. EXPLICIT CONTENT

“ Oh god yess, right there, So Good” ,I moaned as he continued torturing me with his mouth and tongue.
“ So fucking sweet Princess ” , He groaned out loud, holding my legs in place.
If I had known the man stalking me and showing up in my home for three weeks was the same man sitting in my cafe Quietly, I would have bolted and left Kensington. When I realized that Caleb gets what he wants I had not choice but to accept it and be his. Lucky as I was. I wasn't the only woman in Kensington that had eyes for him. Every breathing female had a thing for him and we're trying to make him theirs.

Multi billionaire Caleb Cross,sat everyday in the cafe Since he came to Kensington, watching Aria Garcia move around waiting on time to make his move. He was always in the movie and little Ms Garcia was the one thing he desperately want and needed in his crazy life. An ex who is obsessed with him tot hr point of hurting any woman that got close to him ,a business rival that stopped at nothing to be on top . Caleb knew he attracted attention so he stayed quiet never associating with anyone until now.
Aria Garcia, runs her late mother's cafe on Main street. the people of Kensington has no idea that Aria and her partner and Best friend Holly were Millionaires. They created a software company that earned them millions. When Caleb becomes her stalker and she gives in , everyone around them becomes suspicious. Caleb wants to protect Aria bit trouble Finds him in Kensington in the for of his Ex Catherine. Can he keep Aria safe from everyone that's trying to split them up. Will they come out unscathed?.

“My husband is back. We’re breaking up.”

I slid a bank card loaded with one million dollars across the table to Leon, convinced it was nothing more than the end of a simple arrangement.

Three years ago, my husband, William Grant, disappeared on our wedding day, leaving me to become the laughingstock of Oakland. While everyone believed he was dead, I sacrificed everything to save the collapsing Grant family and keep their empire alive. Then he returned—with a pregnant mistress on his arm—and had the audacity to demand that I take care of the woman carrying his child.

That was the moment I decided our marriage was over.

What I never expected was that the male escort I had been keeping for the past three years wasn't an escort at all.

Leon was actually Roderick Harris—the mysterious billionaire behind the Harris Group, the most powerful and untouchable business empire in Oakland.

And just hours before discovering the truth, I had handed this ruthless business tycoon a one-million-dollar breakup fee... and told him never to contact me again.

While my cheating husband believed I would lose everything without him, and everyone waited to watch me fall, the man I had cast aside stepped back into my life, his dark eyes locking onto mine with dangerous intensity.

“Violette... what makes you think you're the one who gets to decide when this is over?”

The night before the engagement, Rosaline was tricked by her cousin. She was drunk and sent to a stranger’s room. She broke free from their control, went to the next room through the window, and had a one-night stand with a mysterious man.

She didn't want to have anything to do with him, so she matched wits with him and finally escaped. The man stared at silhouette with a smile: "You will never escape from me."

It was five years later when they met again. Neither of them recognized each other, but she was stopped by him in a dramatic way,
"Sir, anything can I do for you?"
"Yes."
"So, what's the matter?"
"I need a wife." He looked at her, and his lips twitching slightly.
"Sir, I don't quite understand what you mean."
"I needed a wife, and you are just the right one for me."
"What! Why?"
"I don't like women who are too beautiful or too smart."
“...”
"I'll see you at the Bureau House at ten a.m. tomorrow."
“...”
What?Was she proposed by the richest bachelor in this City!

Blake's keeping me locked up in a villa outside the city, with a dozen bodyguards watching me around the clock. They won't let me step foot outside my room.

He once promised Vanessa, the woman he never got over, that he'd give her company shares and his estate. Now she's back after her divorce, pregnant, crying to Blake that I threatened her, told her to give up what he promised, and that I wanted to hurt her and her baby.

Blake believed her.

He's convinced I'm evil and gold-digging. He locked me up here while he stays at the hospital, never leaving Vanessa's side.

I'm going into sudden labor, crying and begging him to let me go to a hospital. I swear I never wanted those things, never hurt her.

Blake just sneers. "You're such a liar. I don't believe a single word from someone as vicious as you. After Vanessa delivers, I'll get you a doctor. Stop trying to fool me."

But when he finally sees my body, he completely falls apart.

"I didn’t drug your drink," I said, my voice shaking in the dark.

"Liar," he spat. "You're just like your precious Stewart family. Deception runs in your blood, doesn't it?"

"Believe what you want," I fired back, lifting my chin. "I'm done with all of this. Done with you. I’m not going back anymore!"

His eyes narrowed dangerously in an instant , and he stepped closer, backing me against the wall until I could feel his breath on my face.

"Go ahead and leave," he growled. "But I'll always find you Elena. You're mine."


Elena, married to Reginald through her parents' ruthless machinations, naively believed she could wait for true love, only to be met with his betrayal with his first love Vivian.

Reginald, the ruthless heir to the Vanderbilt empire, thought he could control everything. Until Elena decided on divorce and disappeared, his control twisted into something he couldn't believe.

Five years later, Elena returns with twins in tow, and a bombshell revelation stuns everyone - she is the mysterious CEO of the Phoenix Group, rising from nothing to Vanderbilt's top rival in just two years.

With Reginald claiming her as his and the twins revealed as his, Elena must decide: give in to him or keep fighting for her freedom.

Pedro Hernandez spent seven years away from Los Angeles and after the death of his father, Maxwell Hernandez, he can finally return home. With Max's death, Pedro feels relief and freedom, after living a lonely life, trapped in Madrid, a city he hated, far from the people he loved. However, everything he knew is completely different and now he must adapt to the city again while taking on the responsibility of being the CEO of his father's company, something Max considered "The Hernandez Empire". His reunion with old acquaintances after so many years may bring back memories. Pedro faces a reality check when he meets Adrielle, his old girlfriend, someone he was forced to leave behind, married to Leonard Williams, a mysterious man who could threaten the stable life of the Hernandez family. Torn apart by anger, resentment and hurt feelings, Pedro is burdened with yet another conflict: Leonard is not only his love rival, but also the heir to the estate left by Max. The tension and anger grow with each passing moment, as Pedro tries to deal with Leonard, take over the company and make up for the years stolen from him. Pedro is no longer the same man who left Los Angeles seven years ago, there is resentment and anger surrounding his heart. With Max's death, he has a second chance to live alongside the people he loves, but he still wants answers to all the evil caused by his father. Is Pedro really willing to discover all of Max's secrets? How many tears can love endure?

"We want to see the virgin's breasts!" They shouted and ripped off my top, leaving me in nothing but my underwear.
Everyone laughed at me, but I can't do anything.
I couldn't speak.
"She seems to have a nice ass ...... " the man said.
He propped me up on a table and put my hands behind my back, then turned me over and lifted my skirt, exposing my ass. I gasped and tried to move, but he spanked me.
"How about we start with a hundred dollars? Any more, and you can check if she's a virgin...... " he said while holding me there.
"One hundred dollars!" I felt a hand rubbing my thighs and spread my legs.
But a voice boomed across the room.
"Five thousand dollars ...... Get your fucking hands off of her." An alpha voice rang out, and everyone fell silent.
" The deaf virgin is sold to the Alpha over there for five thousand dollars!"


The pack had always hated Mildred for not having a wolf.
The future alpha of the pack, her mate, immediately rejected her.
However, shortly after she escaped, she was kidnapped. She realized that her mate had sold her to the human trafficking mafia.
There, she met her second mate ...... He bought her. He was an Alpha who had suffered for years without his mate, which turned him into a violent and ruthless man.
Just when Mildred thought she had a chance to be happy, her first mate appeared again, jealous and demanding that Mildred become his wife.
Now Mildred was between two mates from rival packs, and she seemed to have a power to win the war.

Walking in on her husband with her own sister should have destroyed her. But Steffy doesn't fall apart-she slaps him and walks out.
What does break her is the DNA test her sister waves in her face. Not a Willson. Not their blood. Not their daughter.
Steffy has lived twenty-seven years in a family that may not be hers, while her sister claws for an inheritance she believes is rightfully hers alone.
But the deeper Steffy digs into the truth of who she really is, the more the wrong questions start getting answered.
Because if that DNA test was wrong about her... then who in this family is actually who they claim to be?

"You feel so f*king good." a deep voice, one I knew all too well, grunted.
I watched my husband Daniel and my assistant Esme banging each other right on my table. My hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me, the shock from seeing and hearing them made me shift back, stumbling against the table, and I pushed the chair backward.
"Did you hear that?"
I quickly dodged and stepped back from the glass view.
"What?" Daniel hissed impatiently.
"I think I heard-" Esme trailed off, "Never mind, just hurry up already."
"No need to rush, there is still time before the btch lands." His statement was like a slap to my face, my ears were ringing.
"Really?"
"Yes, baby, a few more rounds for us."
"Once she's back, I can't have you."
"I know, but it's just for a while, you know it's you I love, it's her money that's keeping me."
Their mixed chuckle ran across the room, traveled up my nerves, and made my heart sink to my stomach.


When Elsie uncovers the affair between her husband and her trusted assistant, her world shatters. The dual betrayal by the man she loved for years and the assistant she relied on leave her devastated and nearly hopeless.
But after the initial shock, Elsie regains her strength. She contacts a lawyer to prepare for divorce and makes a bold move- switching jobs and joining the company of her longtime rival, Albie.

What starts as a search for solace turns into something much more dangerous. Albie's relentless pursuit leaves Elsie feeling increasingly drawn to him, despite her resolve. Will she lose herself in a passion she never expected, or find a new path to healing?

The video of Anthony, Janet’s fiancé, having sex with another woman was played again and again during her wedding. While Anthony who had betrayed Janet continued to talk sweetly to her as if nothing had happened. She ran away from the wedding because she didn't want to spend the rest of her life with such a scum.
She went to the bar to get drunk. Wanting to have a one-night stand with prostitute for , she accidentally went to the wrong room.
After waking up, she left the only five dollars in her pocket and sneaked away...

It was five years later when she showed up in her hometown again. She brought her lovely son back there, ready to start a new life.
When she joined in the new company, she unexpectedly provoked her sexy CEO!


After taking a shower, Javier wore a white bathrobe, exposing his sexy, muscular chest.
What an alluring picture of a beautiful boy coming out of the bath!
"You are bewitching."He looked at Janet, his voice was extremely seductive.
She did have a good impression of her boss, after all, no one can refuse a young and charming CEO.
At that moment, she was really flustered...

Love was never part of Isabella Fisher’s plan.
At nineteen, she believed in books, coffee, and quiet routines not passion, not heartbreak, and definitely not men who looked like trouble.
But one reckless night in a crowded club changes everything.
She meets Lorenzo, an enigmatic Italian stranger with danger written in his eyes and sin in his smile. A night of heat and temptation ends as quickly as it began, leaving her with nothing but a memory she can’t shake.
Isabella’s world turns upside down when her mother announces her engagement to a wealthy businessman Giovanni Moretti. He’s charming, powerful… and hiding something. When Isabella meets his son at dinner, her heart stops.
Lorenzo.
The man she swore she’d never see again.
The man who now calls her stepsister.
As Isabella becomes entangled in the Moretti family’s dark world of secrets, power, and betrayal, she realizes the mark on Giovanni’s skin isn’t just a tattoo — it’s the symbol of a dangerous mafia empire. And Lorenzo? He’s caught in it just as deep.
Torn between her mother’s happiness and the forbidden pull of a man she should never want, Isabella fights the truth until love turns into war, and loyalty demands a price she never imagined paying.
Because in the world of the Morettis, nothing is safe, not family, not love, and definitely not hearts.

The military called me a legend. My wife called me a loser.

To honor a top-secret federal NDA, I buried my past and became a warehouse janitor at my wife's security firm.

I built her a multi-billion-dollar business empire from scratch, asking for nothing in return but the medical bills for my dying daughter.

Yet, just to marry another man, she stole my life's work as her own.

She went so far as to freeze my daughter’s healthcare account, throwing my dying little girl out into the freezing rain to force me out with nothing.

They thought they had stepped me into the dirt.

They have no idea that my NDA expires tonight.

I signed the divorce papers, walked out of the hospital with my girl in my arms, and dialed back into a locked military channel to issue one quiet command:

[SYSTEM RECOVERY: MASTER AUTHORIZATION REVOKED.]

Touch my daughter? Steal my work?

The reckoning has begun, and not a single one of you will survive the fallout.

Five months pregnant, I clung to the faint hope that my unborn baby and loving husband Liam would bring me warmth. But strapped to an operating table, I heard his cold order as the blade sliced my belly: cut out the fetus and discard it as medical waste—don’t delay Chloe’s kidney transplant.
My stepmother cheered next door, thrilled her daughter would get my kidney. They planned to drain me dry and leave me to die quietly. Little did they know, their brutal cruelty burned itself into my bones. When I crawl back from hell, I will break every last one of them.

“See? Mom warned you a long time ago—Rehn is a venomous snake to the bone.”
When a monster tore my right arm apart, and I watched my so-called best brother scoop up all the rations and run without looking back, my mother’s voice suddenly sounded inside my head.
But she’d died five years ago.
Mom told me my “good brother” hadn’t gone far at all.
He was hiding nearby, waiting for the monster to leave so he could come back and play the hero.
He would stash the ammunition, swap out my antibiotics, and in the end use me as the perfect meat shield—kicking me straight into a dead end.
To stay alive, I swallowed my blood-soaked humiliation and played along with him for a full one hundred and twenty minutes of brotherly devotion.
Until he finally tore off the mask and shoved me toward the most horrifying mutant.
I sneered and tossed away my self-defense knife.
Brother, you want to be a god of the wasteland?
Sorry. I’m going to be that god.

Eight times. That's how many boyfriends my best friend Sera has "tested" for me. Eight times she's proven they weren't good enough by stealing them away with her perfect smile and fake concern.
"I'm just looking out for you, Lia," she always says. "If he really loved you, he wouldn't be tempted by me."
But this time is different. This time, it's Ryan—my boss, my almost-something, the first man who's ever made me believe I might be worth loving. When Sera comes back to town asking about my love life, I panic and lie. There's no one, I tell her. Nothing happening at all.
Big mistake.
Now she's got her sights set on him, and I'm watching her work her magic all over again. The late-night texts, the red lace lingerie, the hotel room invitation. I should just accept it like I always do. Let her prove once again that I'm not worth fighting for.
But I'm done being the girl who hands over everything she wants. This time, I'm fighting back.

My roommate put a Blood Binding Curse on me — my own bloodline power, along with every resource I receive, gets automatically rerouted straight to her.
My ex helped her set it up. For six months she lived off my bloodline playing noble princess, him always on her arm, while I walked around hollow. The harder I fought to prove myself, the more I fed her.
Then I died. Came back knowing everything.
Here's what I figured out: the curse reroutes everything I receive.
Including debt.
I went to a guild and borrowed a batch of elixirs. Opened the contract.
The debtor on the line wasn't me.

My mother only ever made the bedtime tea for me. Never my brother—just me, every night, because I was the gifted one, the daughter she "worried about."
The night before the scholarship exam, my one shot at college, she brought me a cup like always.
The next day I collapsed in the middle of the test. I'd never been sick a day in my life. I failed.
Don't worry, she said. We'll try again next year. And every single night, she kept making me that tea.
Second year, I went down again. Third year, again. Three times I sat that exam, three times my body quit at the worst possible moment.
The whole town started calling me the girl who faints. The genius who cracks. The family joke.
And my brother—who copied my homework and never read a book to the end—somehow walked away with everything.
I never understood why my body fell apart every time it mattered.
This was my last chance. For days I barely ate, terrified it would happen again.
Then, the night before the exam, my mother walked in with a cup of tea…

A mouth after my best friend Laura jumped to her death following a rape, I was dragged onto a makeshift stage in St. John's High auditorium by a mob of vengeful students.
They accused me of protecting the real rapist—of being complicit in driving Laura to suicide.
My boyfriend Zayne Spencer, also Laura's childhood friend, was coldly pressing the sensors of a "memory extractor" against my temples.
The agony from my terminal illness made me shake violently, but he didn't even flinch.
He stared down at me, his eyes ice-cold. "Helen, last chance. Either you give up that bastard yourself, or I let this machine rip it out of you."
Thousands of students were screaming for my blood.
And Zayne was about to crack open my skull in this livestreamed witch hunt to drag out the so-called culprit.
But he had no idea that when that face finally flashed across the giant screen, the first person to shatter completely would be him.

If there is one person Josie hates more than her aunt Beth, it's Richard Kingston. The boy who tortured her growing up. But she thought she'd seen the last of him years ago. So, why the hell is he showing up now to ruin her life? Why is he demanding she marry him, when she was planning on marrying her boyfriend James? And why does it seem like he's keeping secrets she doesn't want to unlock?

Maya Adams has a type…

Anyone who isn’t Hunter Callum.

To the rest of the world, he’s the God of Hockey..a cold, arrogant, shirtless-on-every-billboard legend.

To Maya, he’s the prude, stuck-up asshole who just got her suspended from her dream job at a top New York publishing firm.

When a drunken night of trash-talking Hunter at a club ends in a bloody brawl and a viral scandal, Maya wakes up in the one place she never thought she’d be…Hunter’s penthouse.

Now, his agent is offering her a deal she can’t afford to refuse

Play the part of the doting, supportive girlfriend for five months.

Curb the temper of the league's most volatile player.

Walk away with $3.5 million and her career back.

The rules are simple: keep it professional in private and convincing in public. But as the "God of Hockey" starts showing Maya a side of himself the cameras never see, the lines between their contract and their chemistry begin to blur.

Maya is supposed to be faking it. But Hunter? He stopped playing a game the moment he laid eyes on her.

Falling for the enemy wasn't in the contract. But obsessed gods don't play by the rules.

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died.

"I only have two questions," she said. "The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don't need to pay my debt?"

Mike: "Yes. And your second question...?"

Crystal: "Okay, I haven't reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won't take effect. Is that right?"

Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, "If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn't. Do you believe that?"

"I suppose so," Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate.

Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

"What does that have to do with our divorce?" Crystal asked.

"I'm only asking because I care about you," Nathan murmured.

Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan's face.

"I'll be happy if you say that you care about me," Nathan continued. "Why must you torture me this way? Haven't I done enough to prove my love for you?"

She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat.

Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, "I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!"

Six years ago, Jacintha, an innocent eighteen-year-old girl, sold her virginity to Raphael — the tycoon of the entertainment industry — just to afford heart surgery for her younger sister. Six years later, now living as a sugar baby, Jacintha accidentally confesses her secret love for her sugar daddy, Raphael, only to be cruelly rejected. He scorns her, insults her, and tramples on her love as if it were garbage. But why, when she finally chooses to leave him, does he suddenly want to keep her by his side?

Six years ago, Raphael — the powerful Alpha of the mysterious werewolf clan — was drugged by an enemy using an aphrodisiac brewed by a witch. To survive, he had no choice but to have sex with a virgin woman. By chance, he formed a mate bond with a poor and ordinary human woman. He kept denying she was his fated mate, blaming it all on the aphrodisiac. But everything changed when a woman named Jacintha entered his life and stirred emotions in him once more. Still, Raphael convinced himself that he was only drawn to her because she resembled Sharon — his supposed fated mate according to an old prophecy.

And so, he used Jacintha as a mere sex tool for two long years. When she finally confessed her feelings for him, he heartlessly cast her out. That moment became the greatest regret of Raphael’s life.

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