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A Maid For The Billionaire Twins

A Maid For The Billionaire Twins

"You're a slut, Nadia. I hate you!" Trevor yells at the top of his voice, grabbing the flower vase on the mirror stand, and smashing it on the ground. "You think you're different from all of them? Do you think you're different from all those bitches I sleep with? Hell no, Nadia!" He yells again, glaring hard at her. "Don't you dare, Trevor! Don't you dare talk to me in that manner. Don't you dare call me names, you heartless beast! Do you have a conscience at all? Do you have a heart...." "One more word from you Nadia, and I'll make sure you regret the day you were born. For your damn information, I don't have a conscience. I don't have a heart," The corner of his lips slowly twitches into a smirk as he emphasizes his statement. "I thought you loved me..." "I never said I did... We were horny, and we satisfied each other. Whatever happened between us, is not based on some feelings shit, it was all fun," Nadia watches her with a broken heart as tears trickle down her cheeks. "And that thing inside you... You think it's mine? Were you by chance thinking that I'm going to take responsibility for that thing you're carrying? That's never going to happen, is either you get rid of it, or you go to hell with it. I don't care if you die or not, that's your problem to deal with. You're not my type my kind of woman, Nadia," And with that, he grabs her roughly and throws her out of his room, slamming the door hard on her face. Where is she going to start this journey of hers? How will she cope with the pregnancy? Staring at the closed door, her whole world comes crashing down before her eyes...
The Jilted Ex-Wife's Undercover Billionaire Assistant

The Jilted Ex-Wife's Undercover Billionaire Assistant

Carlee signed the divorce papers without a second of hesitation, ending a three-year marriage to a billionaire husband she had never even met. She walked away with nothing, publicly cutting ties with both the Vaughan empire and her toxic family to launch her own jewelry design studio. Her family immediately retaliated. They mocked her as a useless, abandoned trophy wife and ruthlessly blacklisted her new company from every major supplier in the city, intent on forcing her to crawl back. Exhausted but defiant, she hired a handsome, seemingly broke valet she bumped into outside a hotel to be her personal assistant. She even bought him a tailored suit, pitying his maxed-out credit cards and his desperate need for a paycheck. But things quickly stopped making sense. Why did this humble assistant possess such lethal combat skills, effortlessly snapping a two-hundred-pound bodyguard's wrist to protect her? And why did top-tier luxury store managers bow to him in absolute, trembling terror? "Whatever is happening, I will handle it." Carlee found a foolish comfort in her poor assistant's reassuring voice. She had absolutely no idea that the man sitting at the wobbly desk in her cramped office was Braden Vaughan—her legally divorced ex-husband. And the ruthless billionaire was currently orchestrating a global financial massacre from the shadows, entirely obsessed with clearing her path to the top.
Substitute Bride: Healing The Broken Billionaire

Substitute Bride: Healing The Broken Billionaire

To save her family from bankruptcy, Serena was forced into her twin sister's wedding dress to marry a notorious, paralyzed billionaire. On her wedding night, she tried to escape the terrifying mansion, only to be violently stopped by her own father. He dug his thick fingers into her bruised arm and threatened to cut off her hospitalized sister's life support if she dared to run away. Trapped with no way out, Serena endured harsh humiliation from her new husband, Julian, who thought she was just a desperate gold digger thanks to her stepmother's sabotage. The next morning, things got even worse. Julian's terrifying grandmother, the family matriarch, threw a ten-million-dollar check at her. "Take the money and file for a quiet annulment today. Leave the cripple immediately." "If you refuse, I will personally ensure your family is crushed into dust before Friday." Serena stared at the crisp paper that could instantly buy her freedom and save her sister. Her own father was using her sister's life as blackmail, and Julian's own flesh and blood treated him like a disposable liability. But she remembered the traumatized, broken man who had blindly held her hand through a severe PTSD attack the night before. She didn't take the easy money. Instead, Serena slid the check right back across the polished mahogany table. "My marriage to Julian is not for sale," she stated firmly, officially declaring war on the powerful matriarch.