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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?
My Heart Belongs to You

My Heart Belongs to You

Viren the ML of the story who doesn't believe in romantic commitment. Living in NYC for a long time and his past experiences gave strength to his belief. He is the only son of the biggest industrialist Rai Bahadur. He is the CEO of the company. He is a ruthless businessman for the outer world but was very considerate and loving where his family matters or the persons he loved were involved. Viren is the most desired bachelor. He was tall and well-built with sharp features. Girls would die to have him. Due to his past baggage, he didn't have faith in commitments, love, and marriage. Priya, a middle-class girl, and assistant to Rai Bahadur was a chirpy, soft-hearted girl who could do anything for her family. She was a beauty with brains. She was fair with big doe-like eyes, thin pink lips, and long black hair. What will happen when both of them are tied in a contract marriage for one year.? One can not control whom to fall in love with, and the same happens with them. They fell in love with each other. Oblivious to each other 's feelings, they continued their awkward, unwanted relationship. Circumstances take a turn and they decide to dissolve their marriage. With mutual consent, they file for divorce. After being separated they realize their feelings. Will they continue divorcing after realizing their feelings or would they come together? "Why are you so skeptical since the morning You can share your problems with me" "It is nothing, Viren Ji. Just a little bit " "Priya, you know you can trust me. Maybe we can help each other." "I didn't get what you wanted to confide in." "Tell me your problem then only I can give you a solution." "My sister is pregnant and her in-laws want five million and then only they will take her back. My brother is in his final year, which makes me the only bread earner of the family. Not only this last month my father suffered a stroke so his medical expenses are there. My salary barely meets the end. I had applied for a loan but today the bank has rejected it as there was nothing to give them as security." she spoke in between the sobs. Just then the server arrived with their order. Priya composed herself. The food was served. Priya ate only a little bit; she was way too depressed to eat but Viren forced her to eat. Viren ordered dessert for both of them. " Priya, I can arrange for the money you need. For that, you have to marry me on paper. Rest now as you were the one handling it for me. Dad is in critical condition and his only wish is to see me settled. You can think it over and reply to me in the next two days. As I had said we both can help each other only if you want." Join their journey of twists and turns to know about them.
The Underestimated Wife's Revenge

The Underestimated Wife's Revenge

The heavy scent of grilled meat and expensive cologne filled the private room at Harris' Steakhouse. My tech CEO husband, Mark, called it a "boys' night out," but I was there, a silent fixture at the dark wood table, habitually ignored. His tech bro friends, Kevin and Josh, flanked him, their laughter growing too loud. Then, in a momentary lull, I calmly stated, "I' m thinking about it too," referring to getting a divorce. The entire table erupted, not in surprise, but in loud, condescending laughter, Mark' s the loudest of all. He wiped a tear from his eye and sneered, "You? Divorce me? What do you have without me, Sarah? You dropped out of Vassar, remember? For me. You think you can survive for a week without my money?" His friend Kevin, already flushed from too much wine, then slurred a public dare, "If you actually divorce Mark, I swear, I' ll live-stream chugging a blended concoction of the grossest things!" They truly believed I was a fragile, dependent ornament, easily controlled. They saw only a trophy wife, utterly incapable of independent thought or action. They didn't see the cold, hard knot of pure resolve tightening inside my gut. They certainly didn't know about the countless hours I'd spent in our Atherton mansion's library, diligently studying California community property law. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touched my lips as I met their gazes. "No, Mark," I said, standing slowly, my voice cool and even, "I don' t think I will apologize; in fact, I've already had divorce papers drawn up." My lawyer would be in touch with his. Weeks later, when his young intern, Tiffany, smugly tried to announce her fake pregnancy at a family dinner, I exposed Mark's zero sperm count to his horrified mother and everyone present. They had utterly underestimated me, and my meticulously researched plan to reclaim my life had just begun.
My CEO, My Prison

My CEO, My Prison

My 30th birthday, and my wife, the brilliant tech CEO Izzy Hayes, was late-again. Living in her opulent New York apartment, I, Ethan Cole, a once-promising surgeon, felt like a ghost, a consequence of a transactional marriage that saved my mother' s life five years ago and simultaneously crushed my own dreams. Fed up with her absolute indifference, I finally decided to break free. I accepted a prestigious surgical fellowship in Germany and served her divorce papers. She signed them on the spot, without a second glance, mistaking them for adoption forms-a brutal testament to how little I meant to her. But escaping Izzy' s orbit proved impossible. Her manipulative ex, Marcus Vance, resurfaced, systematically sabotaging my reputation and career. He staged a fake "assault" at the hospital that got me suspended, and Izzy, completely blind in her work-obsessed world, effortlessly believed his lies, her family joining the cruel chorus, painting me as a jealous villain. Just as my visa was finally approved, offering me a clear path to reclaim my life, I found her waiting at the airport. Tears of frustration blurred my vision as she snatched my passport. "Going somewhere, Ethan Cole?" she smirked, then, with chilling nonchalance, she ripped it in half. "Oops. Clumsy me." She still believed we were married, choosing to live in that delusion even as her own company began to tank due to Marcus' s cunning schemes. "You are my husband," she declared, grabbing my arm, dragging me back into her chaotic, high-stakes world. She forced me to play the role of the devoted spouse, a public facade to salvage her company' s image. Trapped, bewildered, and furious, I knew this wasn't just a crisis for her, but a crucible for me. Can I survive this charade? And what will it take to truly escape?
The Vengeful Groom's Deception

The Vengeful Groom's Deception

I married Veronica Hayes, the woman whose family destroyed mine. She thought she was setting a trap for a fool. She didn' t know she was walking into a decade of meticulous planning. Ten years ago, in college, I poured my soul into a painting, a raw, dark piece, a silent scream about my father' s story. She stopped in front of it with her entourage, a campus celebrity with her sharp wit and even sharper tongue. "A starving artist," she announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. "How cliché. I bet he thinks this mess is profound." Laughter rippled around me. My face burned with humiliation, and I stood there, speechless, as she turned and walked away without a second glance. Then, three months ago, she reappeared in my dusty studio, a vision in a power suit that probably cost more than everything I owned. Her charisma filled the small space, and her smile was bright, almost blinding. "Alex Miller," she said. "I' ve been following your work. You' re incredibly talented." My paintbrush dripped onto the floor as I stared at her, saying nothing. She didn' t seem to mind. She walked through my studio, examining my art with intense interest. Finally, she turned back to me. "I have a proposal for you, Alex." I waited. "Marry me." The words hung in the air, absurd and thick. The woman who had publicly branded me a failure wanted to marry me. "And in return," she continued, "I' ll make you the CEO of one of my startups. A tech company. InnovateAI. You' ll have a salary, stock options, a place in the world. No more starving." She gestured around my studio, a faint pity in her eyes, a perfect performance. My friends all warned me. "It' s a trick, Alex." "She' s a shark. Remember college?" "No one just hands you a company for getting married. It' s insane." They were right, of course. It was insane. And it was a trick. I knew Veronica' s reputation: ruthless, manipulative, her father' s daughter. But they didn' t know my secret. They didn' t know I' d been waiting for an opportunity like this for a decade. I looked at Veronica, her eyes shining with false sincerity. I let a look of stunned, hopeful disbelief cross my face. My voice trembled just a little. "You' re serious?" "Completely," she said, her smile widening. "We need to do it quickly, though. A whirlwind romance. The board loves a good story. It' ll be a PR masterpiece for the company launch." I pretended to be overwhelmed, running a hand through my hair, letting out a shaky breath. "Yes," I said, my voice filled with manufactured excitement. "Yes, I' ll marry you." Her eyes lit up with victory. She thought she had me, the poor, struggling artist dazzled by wealth and power, ready to be her pawn. She had no idea that I was the one holding the board, and she had just handed me all the pieces I needed to win the game.
Her Return : perfect Revenge Billionaire Ex-wife

Her Return : perfect Revenge Billionaire Ex-wife

"Die. Die Camelia, I hate your arrogant attitude! It would help if you died," Samuel added, continuing to choke Camelia until she was out of breath. Camelia tried to rebel, but it was difficult. Her chest was tight; tears kept flowing down her eyes as her gaze continued to stare hatefully at Samuel's face. Samuel released the choke on Camelia's neck. The woman's body fell to the floor limply. "Since you already know everything about Simona and me, There is no choice but to kill you, Camelia," Samuel said in a cold and piercing tone. Samuel accepted the golf club from his girlfriend, Simona. Without thinking, he hit Camelia's head with the golf club not only once but repeatedly until fresh blood flowed from Camelia's head. "Camelia Shanon, I have hated you for a long time. I won't apologize; you've ruined my happiness! You're an arrogant eldest daughter; I had to be forced to marry you. After this, I will live quietly without you." Samuel laughed with his lover. "Where are we taking Camelia's body?" Simona asked Samuel. "You can rest easy. I have prepared the most beautiful funeral for Shanon's dear daughter." "God, I want to live! To avenge all the pain of my heart," she thought with the pain at the end of her life. *** Camellia shannon philips has been devastated after finding out that the man she was married to all along was just using her. Having an affair and openly saying no after taking away all of Camellia's possessions, her husband Samuel also killed Camellia and threw her into a ravine. but Camelia didn't expect that she would be given the opportunity to be in Elisabelt's body. Camelia lives a new life as Elisa to take revenge for her hurt
His Masterpiece of Revenge

His Masterpiece of Revenge

The smell of freshly painted cherry-red and victory filled my garage. My venture capital firm might build empires, but this 1969 Mustang Mach 1 was my anniversary gift to myself-a reminder of where I came from. For my wife, Nicole, I' d acquired a fortune-costing, reclusive artist' s painting, a bridge between our worlds. But as I reached for my phone, a notification flashed: Instagram. Ryan Chavez, Nicole' s latest art foundation project, a kid with "mediocre talent." The air froze in my lungs. There, in his studio, hung my painting, framed by his smug pose and a caption thanking Nicole for the "life-changing gift." I called her. Her voice, smooth as silk, turned dismissive. "It' s just a painting. He needed the encouragement. It' s for the good of the foundation." She hung up, leaving me standing there, the symbol of us casually given away. Loyalty, respect-the foundations of my life-shattered. She said it was "just a painting." Fine. Then her favorite sculpture, my first anniversary gift to her, was "just a sculpture" too, as I donated it to a rival museum. Her rage was immediate, venomous. But what truly sealed it was seeing her with Ryan on her arm at the gala, publicly declaring I didn't matter. This wasn't just about a painting or a sculpture. This was war. She had underestimated me. I knew her secrets, her family's weaknesses. And I was about to use every single one of them.