11 Book(s) Related to saida fanfiction

I was murdered. My body was dumped on the riverbank.
The detective leading the case is Brennan Carter — my husband. He has sworn to find the killer of this "unidentified female." He doesn't know the victim is me.
I've been missing for seven days. My colleagues and supervisors keep calling Brennan to ask where I am. Dismissing it as a tantrum, he's spent the week doing one thing: celebrating his mistress Tessa's birthday.
It wasn't until my phone turned up at the crime scene that it finally hit him — the wife he'd wished would disappear might actually be gone.

I’m Molly Johnson. At my own engagement party, I witnessed my fiancé’s betrayal with my stepsister right before my eyes. Devastated, I turned around and married Edward Howard—a wealthy heir rumored to be terminally ill, with not much time left to live.
Everyone laughed, saying I was in a hurry to become a widow. But little did they know, I leaned close to his ear, my breath warm and teasing: “Since you don’t have much time left, why not play a little game with me?”
I flirted with him, tempted him, watched as his indifference slowly melted into a blush at the tips of his ears.
Until one day, he cornered me against the wall, his eyes burning with longing. “Molly… tease me again. Please.”

To marry me, my fiancé Sebastian Knight said he wanted his childhood friend Isabella to be our surrogate.

I agreed. Because I couldn't have children, and the Knight family desperately needed an heir.

After Isabella "successfully" got pregnant, Sebastian became a completely different person. He started making her nutritious meals, accompanying her to prenatal appointments, even memorizing every food she disliked.

Yet he couldn't even remember my birthday.

Two weeks before our wedding, I received an anonymous email.

The video on the screen made me understand everything in an instant—Sebastian and Isabella were in bed together.

So this was his "surrogacy plan."

I, his fiancée, was just the last fool to find out.

I canceled all the wedding arrangements, tore up the wedding dress, and threw away the ring.

On our original wedding day, Isabella gave birth to his son in the delivery room, while I was already sitting in first class on a flight abroad.

Sebastian, this time I'M the one leaving YOU.

The mafia boss chose me as his decoy—a body double for the woman he loves.

Eight years. Three bullets, one car crash, one explosion. The doctor said ten more minutes and I would've died on that operating table when they took my kidney. I gave him a son. He let me play "the boss's wife" in public.

Until he cleared every obstacle for her and decided to marry her.

Her wedding photos replaced mine in the master bedroom. He has her initials tattooed on his arm. When I questioned him, he had his men slap me at a charity gala, forced me to admit "I'm just a stand-in." When I touched her, he took away my custody, declared she was "the true lady of this house."

The punishments got worse. When he threatened to cancel my mother's insurance, I finally learned to shut up.

He pulls me close, whispers in my ear: "She gave up everything for me. Not like you—you were born to take bullets for me."

"Deal with it. She's not replacing you. This is her house now."

Even my son took her side.

"Stop being dramatic! Natalie actually loves us! You're nothing!"

But their pure, innocent Natalie? She unplugged my mother's ventilator while I was locked in the basement. Let his enemies slip poison into my drink during the last job.

When Grayson found me, all he said was: "She's pregnant and emotional. Go rearrange the flowers at the wedding venue."

I wipe the black blood from my lips. Look at him quietly.

"I'm dying."

Five years of a marriage forced by family convenience end in the cruelest way possible: with a request for divorce on the same day they would celebrate their anniversary. Lilian, devastated by Ethan's rejection—the man she learned to love despite the circumstances—sees her life fall apart. In her darkest hour, when the pain seems unbearable, Lilian is saved by Daniel Spector, a longtime friend and silent confidant who has always loved her. At the hospital, news changes everything: Lilian is two months pregnant. But there is another woman, Joana Mercadante — rich, famous, and supposedly also expecting Ethan's child. With her heart broken and her soul on fire, Lilian decides to leave. She flees to France and, far from the eyes of the world, gives birth to her son and builds an empire. Five years later, she returns as a powerful woman, determined to face her demons... and she finds Ethan again. He never stopped looking for her, never forgot the love he destroyed with his own hands. Now he must fight not only for forgiveness, but for a second chance—with her and with the son he never knew. But will regret be enough to rebuild a love that was betrayed? Especially when Daniel, Ethan's new rival, is ready to build the life Lilian always dreamed of... and is already the father in her son's heart?

I was falsely accused of killing my sister. My husband personally sent me to prison. Three years later, he picked me up, and that very night he stripped off my clothes and fucked me brutally.

He said, "The child your sister and I had together has a heart condition. You have to give birth to a baby to save him. This is what you owe your sister!"

In a deep, rough voice, he says, "I am the one whose brother died because of you."
"Sign it… or I shoot."
My hands tremble as I take the pen, tears blurring my vision, yet I have no choice but to sign.
"From today onward, you are dead to the world."
His tone is slow, poisonous.
"Your breath belongs to me."
"Your life… your death… all in my hands."
"Everything you are… is mine."
I am trapped in a marriage I never wanted.
For him, this marriage is just a deal, a way to increase his power. For me, it is a living hell.
He is the Mafia King, ruthless, terrifying, and stone-hearted. He believes I am guilty, and for him, this marriage is not a relationship but a punishment.
A crime I never committed, yet he turns me into a criminal and takes revenge every moment for his brother's death.
This is not a marriage. It is a fate worse than death.
Every day, I live as someone who is already dead to the world. Every night, I suffer under his control for a sin that was never mine.
But as the truth slowly begins to surface, everything starts to change.
Will I escape this nightmare, or will I be destroyed by the man who controls my life?

I reach the bridge and stop. Below me, the river rushes swiftly, glittering under the moonlight. The sound of the water grows louder, colliding with my restless thoughts. Tears blur my vision. Tonight, it feels as though my life’s end rests in my own hands.

My chest tightens as I step forward, my heart pounding wildly. Darkness creeps in “Mu…mma…!!”

The voice freezes me. My breath stops. I turn instantly.

Little Ria stands there, staring at me with wide, innocent eyes filled with confusion. Why is Mumma crying? Why is she here? I cannot bear her gaze. My trembling foot pulls back as if death itself has released me.

Behind her stands Neil. His arms are crossed, his face rigid, his eyes burning red with anger, The sight of him makes me shudder.

“Go on,” he shouts bitterly. “Do it. Jump. Die.”

His words rip through my chest. Suddenly, he strides forward and grips my arm tightly. Pain shoots through me.

“What happened now?” he growls. “Jump!”

“Neil… it hurts,” I whisper.

“Do you even know how much pain I’m in?” he yells, his eyes storming with unshed tears.

Then I feel tiny arms around my legs.

Ria clings to me, her small hands refusing to let go. In her broken voice, she pleads, “Do…n’t… go… Mu…mma…”

I collapse, pulling her into my chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Neil lets go of my arm, his voice now exhausted.

“You never thought about me… or this child.”

“No!” I scream. “I love her… I’m not selfish!”

Neil speaks again, each word breaking me. “That one night mattered more than my love.”

He takes a shaky breath. “You’re still my love… that’s why I’m leaving. Forever.”

My heart stops.

“I hope,” he says softly with teary eyes, “you'll find a better life partner.”

As soon as we were inside, he slammed the door shut.
“What did you think?” Samar snapped. “That I wouldn’t find out?"

Before I could react, his hand twisted painfully in my hair. He yanked my head back, “Look at me!”

A cry escaped my lips, “Ahhhhh!”

Grinding his teeth, he growled, “How dare your father deceive me like this? He trapped me into marrying you!”

“I swear,” I sobbed, “I don’t know anything. Please believe me. I had no idea.”

“Lies!” he shouted. “You knew everything. You played along perfectly.”

“No!” I cried. “I’m as helpless as you are. Please… let me go.”

He laughed bitterly. “Let you go? After what your father did?”

His grip tightened. “Now you’ll pay for his betrayal.”

“I haven’t done anything!” I pleaded.

He leaned closer, his voice cold. “I don’t forgive anyone. And you’re his blood.”

Fear choked me. “This marriage… it was never meant to hurt you.”
“Marriage?” he mocked. “You were desperate to get married, weren’t you?”

“That’s not true,” I whispered. “I just...”

He shoved me back. “From today onward, forget freedom."

I shook my head. “Please listen to me just once."

“Listen?” he snapped. “You lost that right the moment you entered this house.”

He stared at me with burning eyes.
“And remember this,” he said sharply. “Your breaths in this house will move only by my command.”

I say, “Please... don’t give me any explanations. I truly love you. And I will never leave your side in this lifetime. I understand the value of love... and I promise I will honor this relationship with complete honesty. Just... accept me once.”

My lips brush against his chest. A strange warmth spreads through my body, straight into my soul.

He suddenly pushes me away forcefully. I stumble back, staring at him in disbelief. His face burns with anger.

He says, “Have you lost your mind? Have you forgotten what kind of deal exists between us?”

His words crash straight into my heart.

“Do you remember? You are my bride only for safety and money, the one who needed financial support. You are this billionaire's billion-dollar bride, nothing more. In our terms, you yourself said, no love, no intimacy, no emotions. Then where is all this suddenly coming from?”

He doesn’t stop, as if he wants to tear me apart completely.

“Have you forgotten that I'm engaged? Do you really think that just because you say this, I'll break my engagement?”

His voice turns even harsher, sharper than before.

“What exactly did you see in me that you fell in love in just a few days? My money? My position? Or is it your lust that's forcing you to feel this way?”

The moment these words reach my ears, my entire body freezes. My heart shatters into countless pieces. I never imagined he would stain my love with such filthy accusations. I never wanted anything from him, only him.

Still burning with anger, he adds, “So tell me, what do you want? Money? I'll give it to you. As much as you ask for. But don't put on this drama of love in front of me.”