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Married To Mr. Devil

Married To Mr. Devil

"Will you marry me?" Jasmine walked to a man standing in the corridor. Her lips parted in a soft gasp as he turned to her. His dark blue eyes stared at her in a dark, ominous way, her eyes tailed his body down, and he was down to earth. "This would do just fine." She mumbled in fear, my eyes flickering. The man looked across the corridors, but the next man was far away from him. "Me?" He pointed at his nose. "Are you referring to me?" His brows narrowed followed by a chuckled after Jasmine nodded. "A stranger?" He scoffed, his warm breath hit her face. "You go around marrying strangers?" "It's a marriage of convenience. We will go our separate ways after that." The man tilted his head slightly, barely giving it a thought. "I'm Damon, and you're mine now." ~~~~ The Stones' family will sacrifice anything-even their daughters-for power. Jasmine knew this all too well after her sister's mysterious death in an arranged marriage. Now facing her own forced union, Jasmine made a deal: survive a year of marriage, and she'll be free. But when her groom left her at the altar, she was forced to marry a stranger, Damon, to escape a more sinister fate. Damon, still mourning his late wife, agreed to the marriage, only to discover a dark mark on Jasmine-the same one left by his family's killer. As secrets unraveled, they're drawn together by shared mysteries and the threat of an ancient curse. Caught between love and blood debts, Jasmine and Damon must confront deadly family legacies and the dark fate that binds them. Can they break free from the past, or will they be each other's downfall?
The Unwanted Blessing

The Unwanted Blessing

I was eight, maybe nine, when my father branded me "bad luck." Exiled from the Miller empire, I grew up with Elara in the quiet Ozarks, who saw a light in me, saying "things grow better in the sunshine." Ten years later, a thick, gold-embossed envelope arrived, pulling Sadie back. It was a summons to my younger brother Ethan's 21st birthday gala, the favored heir. "Your father expects your attendance," the note commanded, offering no welcome. Richard Miller met me with arctic eyes, scanning my simple clothes. Ethan, the spoiled golden child, sneered, "Look what the cat dragged in from the sticks." The chilling truth emerged: this wasn't a reunion, but a formal disinheritance. At the glittering country club, I was publicly mocked as a "charity case," old wounds tearing open. Ethan grinned, shoving legal documents at me: "We' re making it official." My father, via phone, clipped: "Sign the papers and be done with it." The familiar weight of being blamed, of inherent flaw, pressed down heavily. For years, I' d believed I was the source of Miller's "bad luck"-fender benders, fires-all starting, Dad said, at my birth. This cruel dismissal felt final, confirming every unwanted memory. But clutching Elara' s smooth river stone, a different truth settled. "Luck runs in funny streams," I told Ethan, "You might be diverting more than you think." With a strange calm, I signed "Sarah Miller" for the last time. The moment my pen lifted, a speaker crackled and died, and chaos rippled instantly. Ethan' s prized car smashed, company scandals erupted, credit lines froze. The Miller empire, built on sand and shortcuts, was finally crumbling. Some ties, once broken, unleash far more than just freedom.
Reborn in Betrayal: The CEO's Second Chance

Reborn in Betrayal: The CEO's Second Chance

My first life ended in betrayal, bleeding out on a warehouse floor. Molly Chavez, the woman I loved, stood over me. "Did you really think I loved you, Caleb?" Her words, a colder cut than the knife Andrew, my own cousin, had just pulled from my gut. He smirked, his arm around Molly. "The Fowler empire is mine now." They left me there, discarded, my last breath a burning legacy of their treachery. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in my office, the sun streaming in, the date on my monitor the day my downfall began. The day I was supposed to hire Molly. When Marcus, my head of security, announced her arrival for an interview, I saw her, a picture of feigned grief and ambition. The same woman who would murder me. "Get her out," I commanded, my voice flat. Marcus froze. "She' s a liability. We owe her nothing." Molly' s face twisted from sorrow to rage. "You promised me!" "I' ve changed my mind." The compassionate Caleb Fowler was gone, replaced by a man forged in fire. This time, I wouldn' t be the fool. This time, I' d be holding the knife. When Andrew and Molly, now brazenly working together, tried to force their way into my family' s boardroom, setting a trap, I knew their game. They brought their muscle, their cunning. I brought Gabrielle, the quiet tech whiz they laughed at, who knew every secret passage. The old Caleb would have been outmaneuvered, killed. This Caleb knew the game, the players, and held a secret weapon: the Founder' s Ledger, my father' s hidden network, capable of freezing Andrew' s entire empire overnight. Andrew, desperate, challenged me one last time: winner take all, loser dies. He still didn' t understand who he was fighting. He didn't know I wasn't just playing for the company anymore. I was playing for a soul, and this time, it wouldn' t be mine.
Playing Their Game, Winning My Life

Playing Their Game, Winning My Life

The exclusive bar hummed with the city' s elite, and from my secluded booth, I had a perfect view of my brother, Ethan, and my fiancé, Noah, holding court at the bar. They were betting on me, on my future, confident I was a nervous wreck after a minor accident, completely unaware I was meticulously listening to every word. I had been back with the wealthy Smith family for six months, a life everyone envied: a mansion, endless credit, an influential fiancé. But it was all a charade; beneath the surface, I was nothing more than their pawn, their trophy, targeted by my brother' s arrogance and my fiancé' s oppressive control, while the adopted daughter, Chloe, simmered with resentment. I was a victim, a fragile damsel in distress. Everyone saw it but me. I watched them, learned their weaknesses, and then I orchestrated my own engagement to Noah, making him believe he was securing the true heiress, all while pulling his strings. They were consumed by their petty rivalries, completely blind to the game I was playing, a game where their arrogance was my ultimate weapon. Their bet on me was just the beginning; I was playing for a much bigger prize. With chilling precision, I created scenarios, fanned their egos, and subtly moved them into positions where they would self-destruct, all while I appeared to be the struggling, innocent girl. I was merely the quiet, fragile girl they thought they were protecting. They talked about winning, but they had no idea they were already losing. The truth was, I wasn't just in the game; I was the game master, and they were all about to find out exactly what happens when you underestimate a Smith.
Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

Billionaires Regret: His Ex-Wife Returns From The Dead

[WARNING 18+] This book contains descriptive intimate and violent scenes. There could be triggering content like self-harm, drug addiction, and depression. - "Do you know how much I wished you wouldn't come near me, or even... touch me?" Zeath drones on. "All those cuddles and kisses, all the affection, made my skin crawl-like a troll embracing its victim before gobbling them. One can only imagine how much it stinks. You are no different from that troll. You merely caught my attention because you were a self-absorbed twonk, and we needed to test if you even had the heart to love another." "We?" I croak out. Then Zeath's fingers trail gently along my face, his eyes glinting with pure poison, and his voice is no better. "Poor Mellow, it is all a dare, a gratifying one. Divorce or not, it's your choice." >>>>> When Mellow Fanning married Zeath Lupin, the cold chairman of Lupin Group, she thought their love was forever. But everything crumbled when he introduced his pregnant mistress at a family dinner. Angry, Mellow sought to make Zeath restless by kidnapping the mistress. However, that resulted in a tragedy that nearly claimed her life and that of the child growing inside her-a child Zeath didn't deserve. She faked her death and ran away, bound to return as Zeath's only means to remain as the chairman of Lupin Group. Would he recognize her? Would she accept his apology if he ever gave one? And what would happen when the threat she once fled from rekindled, endangering her and her child's lives once more?