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The Billionaire's Stripper Dirty Secret

The Billionaire's Stripper Dirty Secret

She gave him her first time. He gave her a reason to disappear She was a waitress by day, a masked stripper by night. He was the cold billionaire and her best friend's boyfriend's older brother. Untouchable, forbidden, and unfairly irresistible. Adrian Marks didn't believe in love. But the first time he saw "Angel" dance, he wanted her. One reckless night wasn't enough. Then he offered money for silence, comfort, and sex without strings. She said yes, even when her heart screamed no. And when he shattered her heart and walked away to marry someone else, she disappeared, taking with her a secret he could never imagine. Now she's back. Stronger. Untouchable. Engaged to a billionaire rival. But Adrian has never been good at letting go. And this time, he won't stop until she's his... in every way. Extract He leaned in slightly, his tone serious. "Say yes, Sabrina. Be mine, and I'll make this building yours. No evictions. No debts. You'll live like you deserve." I stared at him, my chest rising and falling too fast. "You can't just... buy me." "I can," he said, his voice smooth like silk. "And you're worth every penny." My breath caught, fury and fear swirling in my chest. I had not just ruined my life but dragged others down along with me. And yet, a dark part of me whispered: Just say yes "I can't believe this," I reached for the door handle, but his hand shot out, gripping my wrist, not rough, but unyielding. "Stop running from me," he murmured, his face inches from mine. "I don't want-" "Don't lie." His gaze dropped to my lips, and my breath caught. He pulls me in a searing kiss. A kiss so harsh and deep, it has me clinging onto him. "You're so fucking infuriating!" He growled in the kiss, "you're driving me crazy here, angel!"
Abandoned Bride, Avenged Heart

Abandoned Bride, Avenged Heart

The day I was supposed to get married, my world shattered. Headlines screamed: "Tech Mogul Liam Vance Dies in Fiery Car Crash." My white wedding dress hung unused, replaced by black. The world saw tragedy, but quickly, their grief turned into venom aimed solely at me. "She was probably a gold digger anyway." "Maybe she drove him to it." The whispers followed me, sympathy curdling into suspicion, especially once my pregnancy became known. Then, at his memorial, I saw him. A man identical to Liam, his cousin Daniel, their resemblance unsettlingly perfect. I overheard a conversation that obliterated my reality. "I never really liked Ava, that struggling architect," Liam's mother hissed, "But she\'s carrying your child. Was it worth faking your death and putting on such a show for that B-list influencer?" My fiancé wasn't dead. He had orchestrated his own demise, abandoned me, left me to a public firing squad, all for some woman named Chloe. His parents were complicit, their support nothing but a calculated act to secure their heir. The rage was a fire, burning away my grief. They thought I was resilient, a pawn to be discarded after I served my purpose. They had no idea who they were dealing with. I stumbled out, sending a message to a distant relative: "I\'ve made up my decision. Give me a month. I\'m willing to dedicate my life to humanitarian work, serving those in need for generations." A reply came instantly. "This path requires you to sever all worldly ties. You will become a vessel for a greater purpose. Are you prepared for that sacrifice?" My past was a lie, my future stolen. "Yes," I typed back. "I am."
Mommy, You Only Belong To Daddy

Mommy, You Only Belong To Daddy

Myra White had been secretly in love with Adam Rodriguez for two years. When the woman he loved left him an hour before their wedding to pursue her career, Myra stepped in and married Adam. However, marrying her was merely a way for him to fulfill his grandmother's wishes. For twelve months of being married to him, Myra endured all his cold treatment and hurtful words. However, the moment his ex-lover, Donna Patrick, returned, he threw divorce papers in Myra's face and brought Donna into their home. Myra, who had just discovered she was pregnant, informed Adam about it, but he ordered her to terminate the pregnancy and held Donna in his arms. Heartbroken and dejected, Myra decided to get rid of the baby as he had said and divorce him. On her way to the hospital, Myra got into an accident and woke up four years later to find three adorable children staring at her. Their eyes looked exactly like hers but still bore a striking resemblance to Adam Rodriguez. "Mommy, you're finally awake. Dad has been so worried," one of the children said. Myra turned her face to the other side, shocked to see Adam Rodriguez holding her hands and gazing at her lovingly. "You're finally up. I was so worried," he said. Myra gazed at him, baffled and not understanding the situation. When she got back home, her hopes were shattered when she saw Donna. Adam had kept his mistress with him while Myra was fighting for her life in the hospital. Determined to finalize their divorce, Myra slammed the papers in his face, but he grabbed her close instead. "The kids are watching, honey," he said and silenced her with a kiss.
Billionaire's Heiress

Billionaire's Heiress

"You heard what the doctor said earlier, you should rest and take care of yourself more for my baby." he said when the doctor left. No emotion can be seen on his face but I can read the concern in his eyes. I smiled because I felt like he was my husband who was worried about his son and me. But I'm not.. I'm not his wife. He has a wife. I'm just carrying his baby on my womb, that's all my role in his life. I'm just a surrogate mother of their child. "What do you want to eat?" I couldn't stop smiling widely when he asked that question. His voice sounds sweet. I shook my head as I reached for his hand that was resting on the hospital bed, but he suddenly avoided it as if it had been burned by my hand. I felt a pain in my heart. I looked up at him, "I don't want anything else, just don't leave me." "I'm sorry, I have to go. my wife is waiting for me, just call me if you need anything or something bad happens." He warned. I was about to turn away from him when I suddenly grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to me. "F-ck!" He sat next to me, when he faced me, I immediately put my lips on him. I pressed it even more when he grabbed my shoulder to push me. "Why did you do that, Kzea?! I have a wife!" He yelled in a serious and dangerous tone. I tried to hold his hand but he immediately stood up and pointed at me, "Stop this! Whatever you're thinking, stop it, I love my wife, I love Caia. I will never trade her for you." He spoke with full conviction that made my heart ache. "Lav, please, I'm sorry, forgive me." I'm sobbing please, I'm afraid of his eyes. "I love you, please. Love me the same way you love him, even just now. Even until I give birth, love me, please." His lips curled, obviously unable to believe what he heard from him. "You're crazy. I will never do that to my wife." His voice became more serious. "I'm just doing this for you because you're the surrogate mother of my child, that's all."
Entwined Destinies:The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride

Entwined Destinies:The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride

Sophia Bennett never expected to cross paths with Alexander Sterling again-not after the masked charity ball where a stranger in black claimed her body and soul for one unforgettable night. She walked away with no names, no regrets... and a secret that would bind them forever. Now, four months later, Sophie is drowning in debt and grief when the same man-cold, commanding billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling-blackmails her into becoming his fake fiancée. The deal is simple: play the perfect partner to secure a fifty-billion-dollar merger, and walk away with enough money to start over. No strings. No feelings. But the chemistry that once burned behind masks refuses to stay hidden. Late-night arguments turn into stolen kisses. Forced red-carpet appearances become dangerously real. And every time Alexander's hand lingers on her waist, Sophie fights the truth screaming inside her: the baby growing beneath her heart is his. When a collapse at work lands her in the hospital, the doctor's words shatter the fragile illusion-"You're four months pregnant." Alexander hears. He calculates. He assumes the worst. "You let me believe this was real," he snarls, voice like ice. "While you carried another man's child." Fired. Humiliated. Cast out with nothing but the clothes on her back. Sophie doesn't chase him. Doesn't beg. Doesn't tell him the baby is his. Because if the man who once held her like she was everything can discard her so easily, he doesn't deserve the truth. But fate has other plans. As Alexander spirals in regret, haunted by memories of a masked woman who felt like destiny, he begins to question everything he thought he knew. The merger closes. The empire stands. Yet the silence from the woman he wronged grows louder than any boardroom battle. Some destinies are entwined too tightly to break. And when the truth finally crashes through the walls they've built, it will either destroy them both... or bind them forever. A steamy, angsty billionaire romance full of enemies-to-lovers fire, a secret baby, cruel misunderstandings, possessive obsession, and the ultimate grovel redemption. Perfect for fans of twisted vows, forced proximity, and second-chance heartbreak.
Not Just a Horse: The CEO's Unstoppable Revenge

Not Just a Horse: The CEO's Unstoppable Revenge

The quarterly board meeting was standard, a high-stakes, productive morning for me, Scarlett King, CEO of King Global. My phone vibrated discreetly on the mahogany, a text from my oldest friend, Maria, flashing urgently across the screen. "Scarlett. Urgent. Check this link. I'm so sorry." The link opened an Instagram reel, and my blood ran ice cold. It was Desert Mirage, my champion Arabian stallion-a treasured legacy from my grandfather-terrified, his magnificent coat matted with cheap glitter. A woman, Tiffany Starr, brutally yanked his reins. Then, sickeningly, my husband Ethan's laugh echoed, encouraging her. The caption seared: "Ethan says I can handle anything! Even this rich bitch's pony." My hands clenched. When I called, Ethan sounded annoyed. "Scarlett? Tiffany was just having fun. He's just a horse." He hung up, dismissing me as "uptight" to someone nearby, the line going dead. "Just a horse." My horse. My legacy. He dismissed it. He dismissed me. He sided with her. This wasn't mere abuse; it was a public desecration of my soul's depth, my family's legacy. The humiliation was a raw, physical ache, hardening into cold, pure fury. This was more than betrayal; it was a declaration of war. I didn't scream, I didn't cry. My mind honed to laser focus. I buzzed Marcus, my head of security. "Tiffany Starr is at the Chateau Marmont. Remove her. Publicly. Serve a restraining order. Revoke all King Global studio access." They wanted a war. They would get one they'd regret.
The Billionaire's Divorce Threat

The Billionaire's Divorce Threat

I was the CEO of a multi-billion dollar tech corporation, but my wife, Chloe, knew me only as Ethan Miller, a modest app developer. I cherished the idea that her love for me was pure, untainted by wealth or status, so my true identity remained my closest secret. That carefully constructed life crashed down when I arrived at Austin' s most exclusive club for a crucial business meeting. Instead of an empty suite, I found Chloe, encircled by her snobbish friends, her waist possessed by Blake Harrison, a rival who clearly relished my perceived "lowly" status. Before I could process the scene, her friend Tiffany sneered, "Chloe, darling, is this your… little app developer?" Then, Chloe herself, face flushed with embarrassment, whispered urgently, "You can't be here. This isn't your world, Ethan. You're embarrassing me." And, louder for the room, "Are you stalking me?" The accusation hit me like a physical blow. Me? Stalking her? After all I' d built, all I' d sacrificed for us, she saw me as an embarrassment, someone who couldn't even belong in a fancy club without her. A cold, hard certainty settled in my gut: She's ashamed of me. Was our entire relationship built on a lie of my own making, or hers? The pain was sharp, but beneath it, a decisive edge hardened. "Chloe," I stated, my voice flat, cutting through the smug chatter, "I want a divorce." The room fell silent. Little did they know, this was just the prologue to a truth that would shake their world to its foundations.