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Contract Marriage to My Father's Greatest Enemy For Revenge

Contract Marriage to My Father's Greatest Enemy For Revenge

My father tried to sell me to a monster. So I found a worse one. Gavin Easton is everything I should hate. Cold... Ruthless...the man who has spent years trying to destroy my family. When I walked into his office and proposed a marriage contract, I expected him to jump at the offer. Instead, he looked at me like I was a poison disguised as pleasure and something he couldn't wait to use. The deal is simple: we destroy my father together and then we walk away. But nothing about Gavin Easton is simple. He kisses me at our engagement party like he's claiming territory, and he whispers threats against anyone who touches me. He rolls up his sleeves before he goes to war...and God help me, I've never wanted anyone more. We're supposed to be enemies. We're supposed to be using each other. But every night, I fall asleep in his bed and every morning, I wake up tangled in sheets that smell like him. Yet, every day, the line between revenge and desire blurs until I can't tell them apart anymore. He says I'm his. He says this marriage can never end. The terrifying part? I don't want it to. But when my father kidnaps my best friend and locks me in a basement, Gavin comes for me. He holds me like I'm precious. He promises to burn the world down for me. And I realize I'm not just falling for my enemy. I'm falling for the man who was always meant to be mine. Our contract said forever. It didn't say anything about love. But here's the question that keeps me up at night: What happens when the man I married for revenge becomes the only person I can't live without?
The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Comeback

The Unwanted Wife's Spectacular Comeback

For three years, Corinna swallowed her pride and lived as the obedient, invisible wife of billionaire Holland Warner. But at a high-society gala, someone shoved a phone in her face. The headline screamed that her husband had just bought a $50 million penthouse for his mistress. At that exact moment, her private phone rang. Her brother had collapsed in the ICU. The hospital needed five hundred thousand dollars by midnight, or they would pull the plug. She desperately called her trust fund manager, only to be told her allowance was frozen. When she called Holland, his mistress answered, laughing at her pathetic begging while the shower ran in the background. Fifty million for a love nest, but not a single dime to save Corinna's dying brother. When she finally woke up, signed the divorce papers, and left to rebuild her life as a jewelry designer, Holland didn't let her go. He used his Wall Street empire to evict her, cut off her suppliers, and blacklist her brand overnight. Corinna didn't understand why he was so determined to crush her. He never loved her, so why did he think his money gave him the absolute right to control her soul and watch her drown? Instead of breaking down, she put on a cheap thrift-store suit and walked straight into the Warner Group headquarters. She slammed a stack of his family's illegal financial records right onto his mahogany desk. "Sign the divorce papers," Corinna told him coldly. "Or I will show the world what kind of monster runs this empire."
Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

Claimed By My Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Uncle

I was the "perfect" fiancée for Harrison Vincent—regal, silent, and low-maintenance. For two years, I suppressed my career as a forensic accountant to be the "safe" choice that polled well with his family’s shareholders. But at a high-society gala, I found him in a VIP lounge with a socialite wrapped around him. He told her I was just a "boring art piece display stand" he had to drag around until his trust fund was unlocked. I didn't scream or make a scene. I mentally filed a "bad debt" report, tossed my emerald engagement ring into a glass of stale champagne, and walked out of his life. That same night, I found myself in a dark jazz club bathroom, using a strip of my velvet dress to stop the bleeding of a mysterious man with a gunshot wound and eyes like grey flint. The fallout was immediate. Harrison blocked my credit cards, assuming I’d crawl back once I couldn't afford rent. His mother called me a "nobody" while simultaneously begging me to handle the family's medical emergencies because they were too panicked to function. They treated me like a tool they could discard and pick up at will, never realizing I had already moved my things into a cramped Brooklyn apartment. I couldn't understand why they thought I was still their puppet, or why a black Maybach began following me through the city streets. I had saved a stranger's life and ended a toxic engagement, yet the air around me felt heavier and more dangerous than ever. The truth came out at the hospital when the most feared man in the city stepped out of the shadows. It was the man from the bathroom—Collis Vincent, the ruthless head of the family. He didn't just humiliate Harrison; he took my hand in front of everyone and made a chilling declaration. "Harrison is a fool to have let you go, Helena. Your arrangement with him is terminated. From now on, you'll be working with me."
The Jilted Heiress And Her Fake Marriage

The Jilted Heiress And Her Fake Marriage

My ex-boyfriend stole my dead mother's ruby necklace to court a wealthy socialite, Grisel Knight. Furious, I got drunk at a speakeasy and loudly declared my revenge plan: I was going to seduce Grisel's untouchable billionaire cousin, Bennet Knight, and have him begging on his knees in three months. But I didn't realize Bennet was standing right outside my booth, listening to every word. Things spiraled out of control when my terrifying uncle, the city's Chief Medical Examiner, caught me at the bar and forced Bennet to escort me home. I blacked out in his Maybach. I woke up the next morning in his penthouse with my silk dress torn to pieces and his scratch-covered chest exposed. I tried to pass it off as a drunken mistake and run, but Bennet trapped me against the door. He demanded we get married, threatening to throw me back to my ruthless father who wanted to sell me off to cover his corporate debts. I didn't understand. He was the ruthless kingmaker of Wall Street, a man who ruined people for fun. Why was he using a one-night stand to force me into a marriage I never wanted? Before I could escape, my uncle started pounding on the penthouse door, ready to ruin us both. Bennet pulled me into his arms, pinched my waist as a warning, and stared down at me. "Do you want to survive this, Daphne?" Cornered, I buried my face in his chest and squeezed out fake tears, officially starting a deadly game with the devil himself.
The Broken King's Silent Obsession

The Broken King's Silent Obsession

I am Cipher, an elite operative, but the world knows me as Evita Peck-the mute, illegitimate liability of a powerful political dynasty. To protect my sister and maintain my cover, I played the role of a fragile, broken doll, enduring my stepmother's abuse in silence. Everything shattered at a high-stakes gala when my stepmother forced a drugged cocktail down my throat to sell me to a wealthy donor for campaign funds. Fighting the chemical haze, I fled to a restricted suite and collapsed into the arms of the one man I should have avoided: Jedidiah Stone, the paralyzed, reclusive "Broken King." The drug stripped away my control, leading to a night of desperate passion with the man who was my family's greatest enemy. I escaped at dawn, but I accidentally left behind a bloodstain on his sheets and fled with a classified data chip hidden in his jacket, marking me as a target for the most dangerous security force in the city. When I returned home, my mother slapped me for the "failed" deal and immediately announced I was being sold into a marriage alliance with the Stone family. Before I could process the horror, Julian Kensington-Jedidiah's deadliest rival-publicly claimed me as his secret fiancée, turning me into a pawn in their brutal corporate war. I was trapped in a deadly tug-of-war between a man who wanted to use me as a shield and a man who was hunting for the "spy" who had breached his bed. I didn't know how much longer I could play the mute victim while the two most powerful men in the country fought to possess me. The game reached a breaking point when Jedidiah invoked a "hostile asset acquisition" clause to legally force me to marry him instead of his cousin. Now, I am moving into the Stone estate, realizing that the man I am about to marry is the same man who has sworn to break the very woman I truly am.