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The CEO's Contract Lover

The CEO's Contract Lover

[New book, "Rebirth of the Heiress: I married my ex-husband's brother," is out now!] At her step-sister's birthday dinner, Nina was drugged by her family and sold to an old pervert. In her desperate attempts to escape, Nina comes across Jayden Luxton, the business tycoon. "Marry me, and I promise to keep you alive and unharmed." He proposed. With her innocence in line, Nina has no choice but to marry him. Jayden wanted a wife and Nina needed protection. The deal was a win-win situation where both parties got what they wanted. However, the prerequisite was that they couldn't fall in love with each other. As two individuals who lived an exhausting life that lacked color and love, all hell would unloose once they lived under the same roof. After their every lovemaking session, he would always remind her. "Don't fall for me. If not, you'd end up hurting yourself." Yet, he was the one who couldn't let go of her and kept spoiling her to no end! "Boss, someone bullied Madam at her college." The next day, Springfield College, the top college in Spring City, disappeared overnight from the country. - "Boss, madam has taken fancy to Paris, the most renowned clothing brand in the world." As a result, the entire collection of Paris was emptied to decorate a certain someone's wardrobe. - "Boss, madam went on a date with a wild man." The poker-faced and aloof CEO finally had a crack in his expression as his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Does she think it's that easy to get rid of me?"
The Ninth Chance: A Wife's Deadly Secret

The Ninth Chance: A Wife's Deadly Secret

Life in the Hayes mansion was a glittering facade, but my ninth pregnancy held a secret, a glimmer of hope powered by an unseen System. I' d lost eight babies, each a piece of my soul, clinging to the promise that this ninth, this final hope, would finally grant my escape from this gilded cage. Then, a whispered conversation in the dead of night shattered every illusion: my loving husband, Ethan, calmly admitting to engineering eight miscarriages, viewing them as 'necessary accidents' to secure 'our' child's rightful inheritance with his pregnant mistress, Chloe. The gold-plated walls of my marriage crumbled around me, each 'accident' a deliberate act of murder, his every tender gesture a calculated lie designed to destroy me, culminating in his brazen offer to adopt his mistress's child, the very heir he'd killed mine for. Was I truly so broken, so naive, that he expected me to quietly raise the very child conceived on the graves of my lost babies, accepting this ultimate betrayal as a 'new beginning'? A cold, burning rage replaced the grief in my heart, fueling the realization that my System-granted escape was no longer just for the baby, but a fight for my very soul against this calculating monster. He thought his carefully orchestrated scheme had entrapped me forever, but as the System's countdown ticked, I began to meticulously craft my own escape, not just from his gilded prison, but from his very existence, ensuring his world would burn just as mine had.
The Billionaire's Secret: His Enemy, His Heir

The Billionaire's Secret: His Enemy, His Heir

Five years ago, billionaire Julian Sterling believed the woman he loved had betrayed him. When stolen corporate files were found in Elena Vale's room, Julian branded her a thief and traitor. His cruel words shattered her, and pregnant with his child, Elena disappeared without telling him the truth. Now Elena has rebuilt her life in Manhattan as a successful fashion entrepreneur and devoted mother to five-year-old Lily. Then Julian sees them again. When Lily suffers an asthma attack at a charity gala, Julian rushes to save her. One look at the little girl leaves him stunned. She has his eyes, his features-and when Lily innocently calls him "Daddy", his carefully controlled world collapses. Lily is his daughter. But Julian soon discovers something even worse: Elena was innocent. The evidence that destroyed their relationship was deliberately planted inside his company. When an attempt is made on Elena's life, Julian moves her and Lily into his guarded penthouse. Elena agrees only to protect her daughter, making it clear that money cannot buy forgiveness. Forced to live together, old hatred slowly turns into undeniable attraction. Lily becomes the bridge between them, awakening the love they both tried to bury. Then an old flash drive reveals a terrifying secret. Julian's family has been hiding years of corporate fraud, and a clause in the Sterling trust makes Lily the rightful heir to the family empire now that she is five. Suddenly, Lily isn't just Julian's daughter. SHE IS THE TARGET As enemies close in, Julian and Elena uncover the mastermind behind the conspiracy: Julian's own father, Arthur, who framed Elena and silenced Julian's brother to protect the family's corrupt empire. Julian must choose between his family's fortune and the woman and daughter he nearly lost. He chooses them. But winning Elena's heart again will take more than billions. This time, Julian must prove that he deserves the family he once threw away.
The Chef's Reckoning

The Chef's Reckoning

My name is Ethan; I used to be a Michelin-starred chef, but now I' m the trophy husband to Victoria, a real estate mogul who keeps me on a humiliating $200 allowance in our luxurious Hollywood Hills mansion that feels like nothing more than a gilded cage. When a severe car accident badly injured my dominant hand, requiring $5,000 for urgent, career-saving surgery, Victoria' s voice on the phone was cold, accusing me of "leeching" and attempting to find "new ways to grab her money" before she abruptly hung up, dismissing my pain as a mere annoyance. That callous denial cost me everything, leaving me with permanent nerve damage that utterly crushed any hope of ever cooking professionally again. Yet, she simultaneously showered her platonic "childhood friend" Liam with extravagant tokens of affection, like a $75,000 vintage watch, flaunting his "BestieGoals" on Instagram. Later, still suffering at the hospital with my throbbing hand, I learned she was hosting a massive drone party at our house, spelling out "Welcome Home Liam!" while I waited for a ride that simply never came. The anger and hurt I used to feel, the desperation for her attention, all evaporated, replaced by a chilling numbness, a profound, almost eerie detachment. What else could I say, sitting across from her at breakfast, as she scrolled through Liam's posts with a small smile, never once looking at me, never once acknowledging the depth of her complete disregard? So, when she eventually scoffed, "Aren' t you even a little bit jealous?", I met her gaze, truly seeing her for the first time, and replied with absolute, unnerving calm, "No, Victoria, why would I be?" That night, I ripped off my wedding ring, gave it to a cab driver, and made a call that promised a new life, a new kitchen, and new freedom, far from her suffocating golden trap.
Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance

Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance

The sterile smell of the hospital room was the last thing I remembered. Cancer had eaten away at me, my career crumbled, my fortune gone. Then I saw them: my perfectly made-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen son, Billy, standing by my deathbed. "Just sign the papers, Mark," she' d said, her voice devoid of warmth, talking about my last company shares for David' s "venture." David. The man she' d been sleeping with for years, Billy' s biological father. I remembered the fake charity events, the money diverted, my childhood home sold to cover his gambling debts. I remembered how she' d helped my mother take her car to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sarah laughed, confessing to tampering with the brakes. "She never liked me anyway," she' d whispered, her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does he look anything like you? You pathetic idiot." The monitor flatlined as Billy turned away in disgust and Sarah smiled, victorious. My life had been a lie, a crushing weight of betrayal. Then, I gasped. The air was clean; I was in my living room, strong and healthy. Across from me stood Sarah, looking exactly as she did ten years ago. "Mark," she said, her voice sharp and final. "I want a divorce." The words echoed. I was back at the starting point of my nightmare, but this time, I wasn't the naive husband. I knew every detail of the fire, and a strange, shimmering number hovered above her head: [$8,150,432]. It was her net worth. Then David walked in, and above his head glowed a stark, alarming red: [-$20,789,140]. I could see what people were worth. I was reborn, armed with the truth, and this time, the ending would be different.
The Billionaire's Maid Has His Secret Daughter

The Billionaire's Maid Has His Secret Daughter

Regina Carter is drowning. At twenty-eight, she's a maid, a mother to a wonderful six-year-old girl named Lily, and utterly broke. Lily needs a life-saving heart surgery, a cost her ex-husband fled from, leaving Regina to shoulder the impossible burden alone. Her only hope is a new job cleaning the penthouse of Valentine Martinez, NYC's most notorious and coldest billionaire. A man haunted by tragedy, Val hasn't smiled in three years and rules his world with an iron fist, allowing no one to touch his things or his past. On her first day, a desperate mistake leads to her immediate termination. Faced with losing everything, Regina does the unthinkable. She corners the formidable Valentine and utters a desperate, reckless lie: that her daughter is his, the result of a forgotten one-night stand. To her shock, the lie works. Val, whose memory of that period is a dark, alcohol-fueled blur, is forced to keep her close, unable to risk his formidable mother discovering a secret grandchild. But what begins as a dangerous bluff quickly spirals into a terrifying reality. As Val's icy exterior begins to crack, revealing a man capable of deep pain and unexpected tenderness, Regina is haunted by a chilling possibility. The timeline fits. The chance encounter she dismissed as a fluke begins to feel like fate. The lie she told to save her daughter might be the very truth that could either save them all or shatter their lives completely. In a world of wealth and secrets, Regina must navigate her growing feelings for the man she's deceiving, all while racing against time to save her daughter and uncover the real truth of her past.
The Wife He Cast Away

The Wife He Cast Away

Olivia Morgan stood at the deserted runway, her one-way ticket to Milan clutched in her hand, leaving behind a cold penthouse and a husband who should have known why. Her best friend Emily' s call confirmed her escape, urging her not to look back. But back at the penthouse, her husband, Ethan Carter, a man defined by power, was handed divorce papers by his assistant, Sophia, just as he was about to rush to the airport to stop Olivia. Furious but dismissive, he signed them without a glance, certain it was a bluff to grab his attention, and tossed his primary credit card to Sophia, telling her to "handle it." Sophia's triumphant smirk, masked by feigned concern, was lost on him as he sped off, determined to win Olivia back, unaware his assistant had just texted Olivia' s lawyer: "He signed. It's done." Olivia, seeing her lawyer' s confirmation, felt the last flicker of hope die. This cold, swift dismissal, rather than a fight or negotiation, brought a strange, quiet peace. But this peace was short-lived. Olivia returned to the penthouse for legal reasons, only to find Ethan flaunting Sophia, who openly taunted Olivia. When Sophia dramatically faked an injury to frame Olivia, Ethan, without question, lashed out, publicly humiliating Olivia, culminating in a brutal, public assault. Imprisoned by Ethan in a windowless "discipline room," Olivia faced escalating cruelty, including the withholding of her vital heart medication, as Ethan, blinded by Sophia' s manipulation, refused to believe his wife' s innocence, his acts leading to devastating physical and emotional injuries. How could the man who promised to protect her become this monster, and why did he so readily believe every lie Sophia spun against her, transforming from a loving husband into a tormentor? Then, Sophia' s malicious charade of "poisoning" at her own birthday party, another attempt to frame Olivia, led to Ethan's ultimate, brutal public attack on Olivia, witnessed by guests and his own grandfather, forcing Olivia to confront the final, crushing truth: there was no going back, and she had to fight for her life-and her freedom-away from him.
A Family's Fierce Protection

A Family's Fierce Protection

I' m Sarah Miller, a Grammy-winning music producer who prefers the quiet of a studio. But tonight, I was enduring a club after-party for my stepson Alex, a talented musician I cherished like my own. I also harbored a secret: I was twelve weeks pregnant with our miracle IVF baby, cherished by my husband, the tech billionaire Michael Thorne. Suddenly, Alex' s pop-star girlfriend, Jessi Vance, descended, eyes blazing for the cameras. "She's trying to get close to Alex!" she shrieked, pulling him in a staged outburst. "An older woman, trying to steal my boyfriend!" she screamed, shoving me hard. The online world exploded, branding me a cougar, a predator. Days later, Jessi tracked me to my studio sanctuary, her fake tears gone, replaced by pure rage. "You think you can ruin my life and get away with it?" she screamed, lunging. She pushed me violently, sending me stumbling backward into a console. A searing pain shot through my abdomen. I crumpled, gasping, clutching myself. Not now. Please, not now. "I' m pregnant," I whispered, barely audible, as the precious life Michael and I had fought for, year after agonizing year, was slipping away. How could this manipulative child' s public stunt and physical assault cost me everything? Just when despair threatened to overwhelm me, the studio doors burst open. Michael Thorne, my husband, strode in, his gaze ice-cold. "This woman," he declared, his voice cutting through the silence, "is my wife." The narrative didn't just flip; it shattered.