2774 Book(s) Related to divorcing my useless ceo husband

Larisa Starr, a kind , strong and best female warrior though can have a nasty temper most times was tagged as a murderer from the incident that killed her sister which made her father loathe her so much, no one could prove her innocence except the strange man that saved her from falling down the cliff. Her father threw her to her sister’s mate to get even with him and also help in straightening his pack which she objected to but as always, she has no say in whatever happens in her life ever since Hazel died. With a heavy heart, she went to the bar to knock herself off. She came across her strange savior again, emotions that had bottled up inside both of them spilled to the surface while they had one passionate night that feels like forever… covered in shame on how she threw herself on the man without knowing who he is...to add to her problem, she realized that she was pregnant for the stranger. Can her life ever get better?

I knew three things about him:
He wore a mask.
He never spoke in public.
And he never, ever lost a match.

They call him The Phantom, the undefeated underground wrestling god, No one knows a thing about him except he was a son of a legendary wrestler, I was supposed to stay far away, he ruined my life without him knowing.
I stayed far from him
Until I was forced to be his PR crisis Manager, a man I very well hated, for destroying my family, but that was not enough when i was forced to marry him.
the very same monster, i have been running away from.
But the marriage come with unexpected surprises, things aren’t what they seemed
My husband wants me but he plays dirty. And the deeper I fall into his brutal grip, the more I crave the pain, the power, and the man underneath the mask.
He says I’m his weakness.
But I just might be his downfall.
And in a world where losing isn't an option, loving him could ruin us both

I lost my fertility saving my husband’s life. His reward was a mistress who got pregnant.

Three years ago, I took a poisoning blade meant for my husband Marcus, saving his life and destroying my fertility. The poisoning left me ""damaged goods""—his mistress's favorite term for me. While I struggled with grief over the children we'd never have, Marcus found someone who could give him everything I supposedly couldn't.

When I think back to overhearing his judgment of me, I still can’t stop myself from trembling: “That infertile piece of sh*t.”

My so-called perfect husband.

The betrayal was devastating enough. But Vera, his pregnant twenty-six-year-old trainer, had a talent for twisting the knife.

Look what your husband helped me pick out yesterday, she'd text, sending photos of baby clothes and ultrasounds. He's so excited about becoming a father. His first REAL child.

Sweet dreams, Mrs. Gray. While you're alone in bed, I'll be showing your husband what he's been missing.

Each message was a calculated attack designed to break what remained of my spirit. She'd call during family dinners, text during our rare intimate moments, send photos of Marcus's gifts—jewelry I'd never received, romantic gestures he'd never made for me. The message was clear: I was the expired wife being phased out for the upgraded model.

I cried until I had no tears left. I planned my escape to Paris, signed divorce papers, and prepared my revenge."

I clicked the anonymous link, and my world shattered. There was my perfect fiancé, in a live stream, entangled with the woman who was supposed to be my maid of honor—my best friend.
He was the hero who donated his bone marrow to save my life. Now, he was defiling our future marriage bed in the most vile betrayal. I thought this was their twisted idea of a game, until I dug deeper and uncovered the truth: our "fateful" connection three years ago was nothing but a calculated lie.
My savior, my soulmate, the father of my child... it was all a facade. Now, I've vanished into the night, carrying a secret they know nothing about—his child. Their little show was just the beginning.
My revenge? It's just getting started.

On his deathbed, my husband Marcus confessed he'd swapped our baby with his mistress Chloe's seventeen years ago. Staring at his tearful, repentant face, I barely held back a laugh—I'd uncovered this secret sixteen years prior. I'd quietly swapped my real daughter back, sending his bastard to her cruel biological mother. Seventeen years of patience wasn't weakness, but waiting for the perfect moment. Now he's dying, Chloe's panicking, and my half-lifetime revenge? It's only just starting…

My husband pushed me down the stairs when I was three months pregnant.

I thought it was his bipolar disorder acting up again. The doctors said he couldn't control himself. So I forgave him—just like I'd forgiven the cigarette burns, the broken ribs, and all those nights he choked me unconscious.

Then I lost our baby.

And overheard him on the phone: "The bitch deserved it. If she hadn't stopped me three years ago, Elena would be mine."

That's when I realized—he was never sick. He'd been torturing me on purpose for three years.

Punishing me because I "made him lose" the woman he loved.

So I signed the divorce papers and walked away without looking back.

On the twenty-first night of insomnia, I ordered a beastman at 3 AM.

The ad was ridiculously over-the-top—gentle, considerate, perfect at housework, and could even cure anxiety and insomnia. The girls in the reviews said their lives transformed overnight, work stress just... gone.

I was dead tired, eyes barely staying open. Just glanced at the photo and hit purchase. Golden hair, amber eyes, two cute little fangs when he smiled—looked sweet.

Pink option looked prettier than blue. Done.

I didn't catch the tiny line of text flashing at the bottom: Grade A Product - Adults Only - Full Intimate Services

Three days later, the doorbell rang.

I opened the door to boxes way bigger than I'd expected.

Way bigger.

Last lifetime, my mate, Kael, had faked his own death just to openly sleep with his sister-in-law without judgment.

I screamed until my throat bled, pointing at the man pretending to be his dead twin brother.

For telling the truth, he dragged me to the sacred altar and burned my mark off my skin, while our four-year-old son was thrown into a pitch-black cell for crying out for her father.

We were banished, torn apart by rogues.

But the Moon Goddess is fair. She woke me up on the exact day of the funeral.

As the pack howls in mourning for their "dead" Alpha, I look at the man hiding in his brother's skin.

I won't expose him this time.

If Kael wants to play a dead man just to play house with his whore, I'll make sure he stays dead forever.

My name is Ivy, and I’m 18. My best friend’s father, Sebastian Blackwood, a Harvard law professor, is mature, cold, and authoritative. He’s been the centerpiece of every fantasy I’ve had since puberty.

Those nights, I toss and turn under the covers, imagining his fingers slipping into my wet, hot va*na, imagining his cok thrusting into me hard, driving me to the edge of climax.

I know it’s wrong. He’s off-limits.

But every time he looks at me, those deep, piercing eyes seem to strip away my clothes, staring straight at my most secret places. My heart races out of control, my body burns with heat.

I don’t want to just be his “good girl.”

I want to be claimed by him, completely, destructively.

During this 30-day seaside vacation, I’ll make him see that I’m no longer a little girl.

My body is wet for him, my soul burns for him.

Sebastian, will you resist, or will you pin me down and fu*k me hard?

I’d spent four years slaving away in the hospital basement sorting medical waste.
I thought I’d finally scraped together enough money to pay for my brother Leo’s brain damage treatment.
But he just took the card and tossed it onto the coffee table.
“I got better ages ago. That lousy little paycheck of yours? I blew it on a necklace for Victoria.”
My husband David pushed open the study door. “That story about me going bankrupt and losing my board seat? Total lie. Victoria and I have been together for a year.”
“We planned that whole thing together—sending you down to the basement to pick through trash.”
My parents held out an organ donor agreement in front of me. “That waste disposal job? Victoria got it for you. Her kidney match results came back. You’re the only match. Sign this, and you can still be our daughter.”
Victoria walked in, holding a little boy’s hand. It was Eli—my son, the one I’d thought died in that car crash four years ago.
He stared at me with this cold, disgusted look, like I was a stranger. “Mom, is this ugly lady gonna give you her kidney?”
I pulled the physical exam report I’d gotten a week ago out of my pocket.
Late-stage osteosarcoma. They said I only had ten days left to live.
Counting today,I had three days left.

I loved Lia Rockefeller for ten years, and it cost me everything.
When she said the cheerleaders were ganging up on her, I charged in and took the punches for her.
When she cried that her stepsister would ruin her at Yale, I tore up my acceptance letter right then and there.
When she held me tight in the middle of the night and whispered, "I'm so lucky to have you"—I thought it meant forever.
Three months later, I overheard her laughing in the locker room—laughing at me.
"Ian's like a lapdog. So easy to play. Now that Yale spot's open, Emmett can go with me instead."
The bullying was staged. The tears were fake. Those intimate embraces? Just tools to control me—to keep me loyal while she slept with her side piece.
She thought I'd still take a punch for her, even with a broken nose.
She thought I'd never wake up.
I'm awake now.
In her stepsister Serena's bed.

I'm Nora. Size 18. Transferred to my fourth school in four years. And on my very first day, the hottest guy in class leaned over and told me my seat had a weight limit.
That was Ethan Cross. Lacrosse captain, sharp jaw, zero empathy. He made it his personal mission to remind me I was fat — in the hallway, at lunch, in gym class, wherever he could get a laugh.
Then I found his sketchbook.
He'd left it open in the art room. I should've walked away. I didn't. I turned the page, and there I was — my body, my face, my hands — drawn over and over like he couldn't stop.
None of it was a joke. None of it was ugly.
So what the hell am I supposed to do with that?

This was my 43rd time proposing to Isaac, and once again, he turned me down.
Then I spotted the black lace peeking out from his bag.
"My lab partner's on her period. I bought them for her."
The genius said it without a hint of guilt—even had the nerve to say I was being unreasonable.
We argued, and I stormed out, only to end up in a brutal car accident."
Bleeding on the asphalt, I used my last bit of strength to call him.
His response was ice-cold:
"A crash just thirty minutes after you left? Jane, your act is getting pathetic."
The moment he hung up, something broke—and not just my leg.
Seven years of delusion shattered with it.
When I woke up, I accepted my childhood friend's proposal.

The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.

Dumped by her groom publicly, Luna married his uncle—Theodore, a business tycoon.
Hatred? Revenge? Or his long-planning?

Wedding night, he handed over a contract. “Nice doing business with you, my wife.”
When her down-and-out ex begged for a second chance? Luna smirked, swirling wine. “I'm Luna Carter, your new aunt—and the new owner of the Davis's enterprise.”

When billionaire heiress Ruth Keen falls for a gorgeous, supposedly broke college student, she hides her identity and plays the role of an ordinary girl to win his heart. Marriage comes fast, life is sweet, and everything seems perfect — until she discovers her impoverished husband is actually Matthew Lynes, a powerful tycoon who’s been outplaying her from the start.

After two years of a loveless marriage, Maria Lewis was handed a cold divorce agreement. But she didn't leave quietly. She gave James Bennett one last drink, seduced him for a final night, and disappeared—secretly pregnant with his child.

Five years later, Maria returns as a powerful member of a secret organization, with two adorable kids and an identity he never saw coming. She's no longer the woman who once begged for his love. She's confident, untouchable, and completely out of his league.

Now, the man who once looked down on her clings to her, desperate to win her back.

But Maria has her own plans: protect her children, crush her enemies, and make James regret every choice he made.

She left with nothing, but returned with power, babies, and no mercy.

For three years of marriage, she had been nothing more than a shadow in his life. To him, she was invisible, a convenience he sought only when it suited him. He gave her no love, no affection—only physical on his terms when other women failed to satisfy him.
When Enlyan discovered her pregnancy, she was overjoyed, hoping it might bring them closer. But her happiness shattered when she found him at the hospital with his lover for a maternity checkup.
She finally asked for a divorce and vanished.
Heartbroken and distracted, she met with tragedy—an accident that almost claimed her unborn child.
Five years later, Enlyan returns with her twins.
"They are my children!" Damian's voice thundered, his eyes blazing with fury.
"You dared to hide them from me all this time? I’m taking them away from you. They belong with me." Damian Blackwood growled, his intention turning cruel. And She was powerless against his anger.

"Love doesn't hurt, Adrian. You did. I'm leaving to become someone you can't destroy. And when I return, you will learn what it means to lose everything."
Five years ago, Arabella Sterling disappeared without a trace, carrying disgrace, heartbreak, and the label of a billionaire's hidden scandal. What no one knew was that she was also his wife. The woman he once claimed to love. The one he abandoned when it mattered most.
Now she is back.
No longer the fragile woman he betrayed, Arabella has reinvented herself as The Reformer, a world-renowned business strategist known for reviving collapsing empires. Powerful, untouchable, and unstoppable.
Her next target is The Sterling Group. His empire.
Adrian Sterling has spent years trying to bury his past mistakes, but nothing prepares him for the moment Arabella walks into his boardroom. Colder. Stronger. Completely out of reach.
He wants redemption. She wants revenge.
Because this time, Arabella is not here to save him.
She is here to make him lose everything.

Three years of marriage. Harper gave up her career, cut off her friends, and made herself invisible for Evan.
Then on her birthday, the blow came. Claire showed up pregnant: "Mrs. Morgan's spot will be mine eventually. What's the point of you holding onto it?"
Harper finally woke up. She filed for divorce without looking back.
The day she signed the papers, she smiled calmly at the reporters waiting outside: "The reason for the divorce? Mr. Morgan was simply never able to satisfy me. In that department."
The untouchable CEO became a punchline overnight.
Evan assumed she was getting back at him. He had no idea Harper was no longer the caged bird he remembered.
Her design talent shook the industry. His own business rivals fell for her.
By the time he realized the partner he had been desperately chasing was his ex-wife, it was already too late.
"Harper, can we start over?"
"Mr. Morgan, if something's wrong with you, go see a doctor. Do you need me to pay for the appointment?"

My woozy brain managed to register my body being laid on a soft bed... I held on tightly to his neck, grinning stupidly, "you're so handsome. I like to kiss handsome men."
A soft chuckle, "darling, you..." I raised my head to jam my lips with his, cutting him off.


The accident that was meant to end her, put Roxanne in coma for a year. When she woke up, her memory was a blank. Then she finds herself in a contract marriage with Josh Caldwell, her CEO husband, who's betrothed to marry the true heiress of the powerful Gilmore Empire.
Five years later, her husband's woman is back. Vanessa Gilmore — the beautiful, manipulative heiress of Gilmore Empire. Roxanne is tossed aside.
The boy she'd taken care of since he was a baby was snatched from her. She has lost...and she knows it. Then comes Kylian Caldwell, the half brother of her ex-husband, a well known playboy and black sheep of the Caldwell, to the rescue.
With him by her side, she's about to discover that the past isn't dead...and that her memory holds the key to unlocking secrets, including her stolen identity and the child she didn't know she'd given birth to.
But when the truth finally comes spilling and two brothers fight for her heart, will she be able to stand against the enemies who will stop at nothing to keep what is rightfully hers, even if it means driving a wedge between her and the man who's ready to rain down hell just to protect her?

"I fell in love with a stranger. I didn't know he was my brother."
When I first saw Victor, I didn't see a sibling. I saw a man who set my skin on fire. I saw a pair of dark eyes that reflected my own soul. Our attraction wasn't just a choice—it was a gravity I couldn't escape. For weeks, we existed in a fever dream of late nights and whispered promises, building a future on a foundation I never knew was forbidden.
Then the truth came out. One old photograph, a single name, and my world shattered.
Now, the touch that felt like heaven feels like a sin. But how do you stop your heart from beating for the one person you were never supposed to touch?

In my past life, I signed a marriage agreement, served as a live-in son-in-law for five years, and died in a hospital. Meanwhile, my "wife," Grace, was on the moon, embracing her lover and watching the star rings.
Given a second chance, she threw the agreement in my face at the marriage summit: "Sign it. After the wedding, I'll go find Karl. You'd better act like the legal wife."
I didn't refuse; I just tossed the agreement to my emotional nemesis .
The whole city laughed at my madness.
Until Grace flaunted her "pure-blood heir" at the 100-day celebration, I publicly projected her sterilization report—
the bastard in her arms was the product of her lover and a downtown prostitute.
And her lover was being mutilated in the downtown area.
In this life, I'm not a live-in son-in-law; I'm her gravedigger.

My name is Damian Lemaître.

In my past life, I was Serafina Camarilla's lapdog for ten years, being drained of my life, used, and squeezed dry of my last bit of value.

I opened my eyes and found myself back at the scene of the blood pact ceremony. She sat on the high seat, waiting for me to kneel down and swear the oath with the same excitement as in my previous life.

"Damian Flamel, are you willing?"

"No."

Intro: I'm an S-Class superhuman, but I was locked in a basement for five full years, subjected to inhuman abuse and torment. All they wanted was to drain my blood and energy dry. I once believed that if I could just endure it all, I would see my family again. Until my wife Valen's voice came through the intercom and revealed that it was all a lie. I will turn my fury into strength and tear it all apart with my own hands.

A hundred years ago, I was the strongest Delta the Silver Moon Pack had ever produced.

Born with the God Bone, unmatched in power, I had Royal Guard recruiters showing up at my door three times, waiting for me to say yes. The whole pack assumed I'd lead them to glory.

Then came that night. My own family dragged me to the altar in the frozen vault.

My mother cried and said, "Lacey was born broken. Without the God Bone, she'll die."

"You're the older sister. You're strong. You'll survive without it."

I refused.

Grant, my fiancé, pulled the knife on me. Brandon, my brother, pinned down my arms and legs. My parents watched from the shadows, saying nothing.

"Don't be so selfish."

They carved the God Bone out of my body, drained every drop of my heart's blood, and threw me into a vault fifty degrees below zero.

My sister took everything that was mine and became the golden girl everyone adored.

A hundred years passed. I became the Supreme Commander of the Royal Guard.

This year, during recruitment, my adjutant handed me the candidate list. I saw a familiar name and smiled. I picked up my pen and crossed it out.

"Doesn't meet the requirements. Denied."

On the night before my sister's bone marrow transplant, my parents confiscated my EpiPen and locked me in the attic.

Their "genetic consultant" warned them that the medication would contaminate the stem cells meant for my sister.

I had eaten the meal they provided—one secretly laced with lethal traces of nuts.

The resulting anaphylactic swelling was suffocating me completely.

I frantically bashed my head against the door. "My pen... Mom, I can't breathe..."

"Stop putting on a show!" Mom snapped through the wood. "That meal was entirely nut-free! Are you faking an allergic reaction just because you can't stand the thought of your sister finally getting well?"

Her footsteps retreated.

Agonizing pain and oxygen deprivation overtook me as I clawed at the floor until every one of my nails snapped off.

Until my breathing stopped completely.

It was a perfect plan to destroy both their families in one go. Manipulated with the aid of sorcery, Samantha and Leo were caught in-between their grandparent's old fraternity feud when they found themselves in a one night stand situation.

The previous night was blurry. Samantha was aghast when she realized she was not in her dormitory room…

"Did we have sex!?..."

"Why can't I remember?..."

Leo thought it was just a hook-up between two adults, only to learn he must marry her even if she was part of the group that killed his father.

She hated him for taking away her innocence. He hated her for destroying his family and taking away his freedom.

It was a huge misunderstanding that they must unravel and a feud they must overcome only if they could find love in the midst of their hatred for each other.

Treated like a commodity by my own parents, I reluctantly agreed to marry Benjamin, the man rumored to die before his twenty-fifth birthday. But can someone please tell me why he's so devastatingly handsome that he makes my knees weak?

I thought I was walking into a trap, but instead he spoiled me beyond belief. He stood up for me, crushed every scumbag in his path, and protected me under his powerful wing. Yet every night, he would reveal a painful and dangerous side of himself, and the jade pendant around my neck seemed to be mysteriously connected to the secrets he carried...

He raised me, married me, and called me his perfect wife. I didn't know I was just his pet.

When his first love returned, I saw our marriage for what it was: a gilded cage. I served him divorce papers. He laughed, sure I'd come crawling back.

I ran and never looked back. Now, my life is my own, with a new suitor every day.

The CEO who swore I couldn't leave him is now on his knees, desperate. "Come back," he pleads.

I just smile. "Move. You're blocking my future."

This runaway wife is gone for good.

Dear readers, I'd like to recommend another novel of the same genre: After His Mistress Conceived, I Left Him.
I was found by my biological parents only to become a mobile blood bank for their adopted daughter Leila, expected to sacrifice myself to donate blood—even my heart—whenever she fell seriously ill...
My parents despised me, and my own brother drugged me, threatening my life to force me to marry a dying man as Leila's substitute.
Having lost all hope in my family, I signed a severance agreement, cutting all ties with them, and took a large sum of money for marriage investment.
What they didn’t know was that I was the mysterious Nobel Prize-winning doctor in medicine, possessing the world’s most advanced medical research technology...

Everyone says Etienne Beaumont, the patriarch of the Beaumont empire, is the living definition of cold, stoic detachment. He is my legal guardian, the relentless architect of my rhythmic gymnastics career, and the strict authority figure I spent years resenting. I believed he cared for nothing but order and control—until I stumbled upon a yellowed photograph and a long-buried medical report.
It turns out he wasn't always a cold-blooded businessman. He was "Apex-001," the legendary racing myth who once ruled the European tracks. The right leg that aches every time it rains wasn't a mark of age, but the price he paid to pull me from the twisted, fiery wreckage of a horrific crash years ago. He traded his glory for my life.
"Etienne, why didn't you tell me?" I asked, my voice breaking.
He stroked my hair with a tenderness that shattered my heart, his voice low and steady: "Elena, I taught you to leap and fly so you could reach the stars, not so you would look back at old scars."
He sacrificed a lifetime of brilliance for my safety. Now, defying the whispers of the world, he takes my hand in the light of day. Leaning down to press a kiss to the charm on my ankle, his gaze burns with the resolve of a racer at the finish line: "Since you know the truth, I won't hide it anymore. For the rest of my life, I will be your one and only—exclusive navigator."

On New Year's Eve, my baby sister's life is hanging by a thread. I'm on my knees, sobbing, begging a stone-faced hospital administrator for just a few more hours.

Six years ago, a car crash took our parents. I was eighteen, about to start college. Instead, I raised twelve-year-old Josette alone—working three dead-end jobs, fighting every day to give her something normal. Now I’m twenty-four, and my worst nightmare is here: Josette needs a heart transplant. I have five hours to raise $89,000, or she’s removed from the list forever.

My boyfriend swore his work bonus would cover it. Seven calls, straight to voicemail. I’m stranded. Until him. The cold, untouchable CEO who’s always felt lightyears out of my league. The man I never thought I’d beg.

He offers me a deal: one night with him, and the money is mine. No strings. But what starts as desperate transaction quickly twists into something else. His touch burns through my defenses. His quiet intensity cracks the walls I’ve spent years building. I told myself this was only about saving Josette. Now I’m terrified I’ll lose my heart, too.

In five hours, my sister’s fate will be sealed.
Mine? Just beginning.

"You want my forgiveness?" he asked, my voice dropping to a dangerous timbre.

Before I could answer, he moved closer, suddenly looming over me, his face inches from mine. I felt my breath caught, my lips parting in surprise.

"Then this is the price for speaking ill of me to others," he murmured, nipping my lower lip before claiming my mouth in a real kiss. It began as punishment but quickly transformed into something else entirely as I responded, my initial rigidity melting into compliance, then active participation.

My breathing accelerated, small sounds escaping my throat as he explored my body. His touches were both punishment and pleasure, drawing shudders from me that I thought he felt reverberating through his own body.

My nightgown had ridden up, his hands discovering more of mine with each caress. We were both lost in sensation, rational thought receding with each passing second...

Three years ago, to fulfill the wish of his grandmother, I was forced to marry Derek Wells, the second son of the family that had adopted me for ten years. He didn't love me, but I had secretly loved him all along.

Now, the three-year contractual marriage is about to end, but I feel that some kind of sentiment has developed between Derek and me that neither of us is willing to admit. I'm not sure if my feelings are right, but I know that we can't resist each other physically...

“Millions of dollars on the table... and you think I’ll let my heir be made in a lab instead of between your thighs?”


Camila Sterling is a liar.
She has to be, if she wants to infiltrate Lucien Hayes’ territory.
He is the ruthless CEO who ruined her life with a night that chained her to a twisted man who calls himself her savior.

Going undercover as an employee of Hayes Corp was step one. She was to blend in, bide her time and wait for her moment… but she ruins it.
Thanks to her impulsiveness and a half-baked plan, she sparks a scandal that lands her in the spotlight as Lucien's girlfriend.

However, Lucien flips the script.

He claims her as his lover, and suddenly, Camila isn’t hiding in the shadows—she’s trapped at the center of a fake romance with the devil himself.

And the closer she gets, the harder it is to tell who’s playing who.
How do you destroy a devil you are starting to crave?

"Tall with broad shoulders and muscles that stood out from a well-fitted white shirt worn with suit trousers, sleeves rolled up, two buttons left undone—so fucking hot. Sigh!" Ruhi's eyes went wide in awe as they scanned him.
Rafael was used to getting this kind of response from every woman he met. Nothing about her caught his eye. He didn't care to look at her for more than a moment but didn't think any less of her for eye-fucking him for a good thirty seconds. ****
Ruhi is a confident, independent woman who is content with her life, a decent job, and a long-distance boyfriend.
Rafael is a cold, aloof CEO known for his good looks and intelligence besides being the sole heir of his dad's multibillion-dollar diamond business. Everything seems perfect until his dad suddenly arranges for him to be married to a random stranger for business reasons.
Just hearing the name Ruhi annoys him until she tells him she has a plan; a plan to pursue their love interests while pretending to be a couple.
Will Ruhi ever be able to resist her attraction towards Rafael? Will Rafael fall for a plain Jane like her when he already has a drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend? How does he take it when she runs away from the wedding by faking a kidnapping scene? This couple is in for a lot of fun, love, and romance besides the ever-lurking dangers trying to separate them.

"I fd with a pretty bimbo all night. Her energy was unmatched!" James smirked as he walked past.
"Don't you think you should stop messing around?" I muttered. "If the media finds out, you'll be in trouble. Sleeping with a different girl every night doesn't make you a better man. You should settle down soon."
"Wow," James scoffed, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I don't remember asking for your advice. You're just my secretary—stick to that. Besides, if the media does find out, isn't it your job to deny it? Unless… you're jealous and want to sleep with me too."
Stella always knew that her boss, James, had his eyes on her and would do anything to get her in his bed. But she refused to give in to his advances and drew the line between their CEO and secretary relationship. However, when James gets involved in a scandal with a famous model, and his mother forces him to get married, he has no choice but to turn to Stella for help to be his fake girlfriend.
What started as a fake relationship and sparks of sl attraction turned into something more when they were forced to get closer. James had secrets that could haunt Stella for the rest of her life and it's up to her to choose between her sanity and her attraction towards her boss.

"Our relationship is just a contracted marriage. You and I, both have benefits. Don’t think I'll give you something called love. I will never love you."

He looked at the woman sitting on the bed, coldly warning her not to do anything too extreme.

Amanda's life is associated with criticism and abandonment from her parents, from others. Her face had a terrifying scar, even her voice was stolen. Amanda suddenly realized, she was just a piece of chess for others to take advantage of. When she is no longer worth taking advantage of, she will be discarded and trampled on.

Unlike Amanda, Justin is the second son of the Stephen family who is highly respected. He has a traumatic past and was also an outcast. Because of past wounds, Justin doesn't trust anyone. All relationships around him are just taking advantage.

Two people come together, because of a marriage contract.

But, with such a long time together, can Amanda's tenderness touch Justin's cold heart? Will Justin realize that he still has something called love?

And what will be the relationship between the two of them after the contracted marriage ends?

I am Ophelia.
Three years ago, my adoptive parents and sister personally sent me to a mental institution.
When Blake came to the psychiatric hospital and took me away, I had nothing. Later, he spoiled me tremendously.
But none of them knew that this very situation gave me the perfect opportunity for revenge...

Ethan Watson, CEO—a man whose reputation for icy detachment was only surpassed by his ruthless business acumen—found his meticulously constructed life in ruins. Diana, his supposed soulmate, had betrayed him, a viper in his paradise, absconding with his closest friend. The ensuing heartbreak, generously lubricated with top-shelf whiskey, led to a serendipitous, if somewhat inebriated, encounter. He quite literally stumbled into Alea.

Alea, a vibrant woman whose fiery spirit masked a quiet vulnerability, was nursing her own wounds—a lover who'd prioritized wealth over genuine affection. Their meeting, a chaotic collision of bruised egos and spilled cocktails in a luxury hotel bar, was hardly promising. Yet, amidst the wreckage of their respective love lives, a spark ignited—a fragile connection forged in the crucible of shared pain. Then, as swiftly as it began, it ended, leaving behind only a delicate silver necklace—a cryptic clue in a mystery Ethan, ever the strategist, couldn't ignore.

Fueled by a potent mixture of vengeance and wounded pride, Ethan devised a plan—bold, audacious, even slightly ludicrous: a one-year contract marriage with Alea. It was a scorched-earth strategy against their betrayers, a meticulously crafted scheme for mutual retribution. But, as fate often dictates, meticulously laid plans and unpredictable human emotions rarely harmonize. The unexpected, naturally, ensued.

What began as a coldly calculated arrangement began to evolve. Passion, simmering beneath the surface, threatened to erupt. Secrets, insidious weeds in a carefully cultivated garden, choked their carefully constructed façade. Malicious gossip and underhanded maneuvers threatened to derail their revenge plot. However, Ethan's formidable mother, Martha—a woman whose wisdom and unwavering loyalty were as formidable as her son's ambition—became an invaluable asset.

Valerie Patterson has always been the unwanted daughter, the one with the scar birthmark. Valerie's
parents rejected her from the moment she was born, because she has an ugly scar on her face.
Valerie's parents hid Valerie away and despised Valerie so much. After years of enduring her father’s
indifference and her mother’s cruelty, she has one thing to hold onto, the promise, that her birthmark
will disappear when she finds true love.
Valerie saved Mr Andrew hill's and had a one night stand with him. Mr Hills discovered that the
woman who saved him was from the Patterson family. Mr Hill visited the Patterson family to marry
the woman who saved him and also to make it up to Valerie.
When billionaire Andrew Hill arrives to propose to Valerie, it was Valerie's sister that Richard
Patterson presented to Mr Hills, Richard said that he has only one daughter which is Daphne, Mr
Andrew hill's didn't not actually know the face of the woman that saved him but he was convinced
that the woman is from Patterson family and if Mr Patterson said he has only one daughter then it
must be Daphne who saved him Last night. But as they continue with the marriage arrangements Mr Andrew Hill's come to know that the
Patterson family was hiding something from him.

Andrew believes he’s found the woman he spent a magical night with, but he’s being deceived.
Mr Patterson and Mrs Patterson determine to hide Valerie from Mr Andrew hill's even when he is very close to finding Valerie. Mr and Mrs Patterson hated Valerie, they don't want
Valerie to marry Mr Andrew hill's instead they want their beloved daughter Daphne to have
the better life that belongs to Valerie
An unexpected twist of fate puts Valerie in the spotlight.

Julieta Carrasco is twenty-one years old with the eyes of someone who's lived sixty.
Three months ago, she escaped a nightmare she can barely name — weeks of captivity, abuse, and violence at the hands of a man her mother brought into their lives. Now she's living in a women's shelter, working a dead-end job at a luxury clothing store, and trying to convince herself that breathing counts as surviving. Her mother is in prison. Her sister has been missing for years. And the scars she hides beneath long sleeves are the least of what she carries.
Vladimir Rossi is a thirty-five-year-old Italian CEO who built an empire, buried a wife, and hasn't smiled in five years. Trapped in a loveless contract marriage to Viviana Franco — a woman who spends his money, despises his five-year-old daughter Gabriela, and holds his family's inheritance hostage — Vladimir is a man running out of options and patience. When bruises keep appearing on his little girl's arms and every nanny he hires mysteriously quits, he knows Viviana is behind it. But he can't touch her. Not yet. Not for ten more months.
Their worlds collide when Vladimir's car strikes Julieta on a rainy night — hours after their eyes first met across a boutique where she watched his marriage fall apart in real time. At the hospital, doctors discover Julieta was twelve weeks pregnant. She didn't know. The baby — a remnant of her captivity — doesn't survive.

After a drunken one-night stand, I made the biggest mistake of my life—I slept with my boss, Alexander Brown. He's my father's business partner, a man who terrified me with just an icy stare.

I fled in a panic, but a resume I left behind led him to the wrong person—my cousin, Elodie. While I lived in fear and guilt, she seized the opportunity to take my place, accepting the marriage he offered out of a sense of responsibility.

What no one knew was that our reckless night had already sown its seed. I was pregnant.

Believing he was committed to her, I planned to secretly get an abortion and disappear from his world, even inventing a "fiancé" to fend off his growing suspicions.

But Alexander was no fool, and his sharp instincts began to tear through my web of lies.

He could never have imagined that the timid, overlooked intern he barely noticed was not only the woman from that passionate night, but also the mother of his child.

Emily was about to graduate from college when her boyfriend betrayed her and her mother became seriously ill.
By accident, the super handsome billionaire Andre appeared in her life.
Emily hated Andre for being a playboy, but she had to become Andre's secret lover to cure her mother. As time flew by, Emily and Andre had silently fell in love with each other, but just when Emily was about to marry Andre, Andre's ex-wife came back from abroad...

I woke up from a coma with no memory. Only a baby by my side.
And now, I am a nude muse at a Paris elite academy, and the youngest billionaire in the city is taking the class where I model, unable to take his eyes off me.
Andrew thinks I am a stranger. He doesn’t know I am the woman he once loved.
And neither do I.
But our past is darker, dirtier, and more forbidden than either of us remembers.

"W-what are you doing?" I was shocked and couldn't move because Dante's hands were holding my body.

"Remember! You are my wife and you have to do what a wife should do to your husband!"

I couldn't breathe for a moment. His face was too close to mine. "What do you mean?"

"Serve me in bed tonight!"

My eyes cut perfectly. I couldn't believe the man who was my sister's future husband asked me to serve him in bed. "But ..."

"But what?" Dante's face got closer even our seeds were united but I couldn't do anything. I closed my eyes and let Dante do what he wanted. His lips were so soft and fragrant I couldn't hold my breath anymore I could die here.

Then Dante just left me. "Go to sleep! I'll wait for you until you're ready."


Aurora did not expect that she would marry the man my sister loved.

Today should be my sister's wedding. However, when the event was about to take place, suddenly my sister left a letter stating that she could not marry Dante for whatever reason. Where he is the CEO of the CNM Group where this company is a magnet for all companies in this country,

This made Dante's family feel humiliated, and they asked Aurora, who was Molly May's young sister, to continue the marriage with Dante, replacing Molly May.

How is Aurora's story next? Will she and Dante live happily with their sudden marriage?