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Gold Digger Wait for the Billonaire's Breakup Fee Not The Marriage!

Gold Digger Wait for the Billonaire's Breakup Fee Not The Marriage!

Shirley had been Lucas' girlfriend since their university days-obedient, well-behaved, sweet, and innocent, always clinging to him like a delicate bird in love. However, no one believed that Shirley and Lucas would have a future together. Lucas came from a prestigious family, born into wealth and privilege. The moment he graduated, he swiftly eliminated his rivals and became the president of The William Family, standing at the pinnacle with a bright future ahead. Meanwhile, Shirley came from a modest background, unfamiliar with the ways of high society. Perhaps the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her in this lifetime was meeting Lucas, who was on an exchange program at their university. Lucas himself never thought they would last forever. But since their relationship had been pleasant over the years, he had no complaints. Just as he signed the check, preparing to break up with her, he unexpectedly stumbled upon an online diary Shirley had been keeping: Day 1 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Hehe, officially his girlfriend now! So happy! ... Day 1674 of waiting for Lucas' breakup fee: Almost five years now. F***, Lucas, you monster, I will kill you. Lucas' face turned dark. Shirley had a strong feeling that Lucas was going to break up with her tonight. She suppressed her excitement, carefully did her makeup, curled her hair, put on her best dress, and wore her usual gentle and understanding smile, waiting to receive her well-earned eight-figure breakup fee. The candlelight from their dinner flickered on Lucas' face. Lucas put down his phone, suppressing his anger. Staring at the gentle, lovely smile in front of him, he suddenly said, "Shirley," "Let's get married."
Marc Family

Marc Family

In a nation secretly ruled by five ruthless super-wealthy dynasties, power isn't just owned-it is inherited in blood. For nine long years, Daniel Marc, the sole rightful heir to the world-dominating Marc Empire-a quadrillion-dollar powerhouse-lived in silent exile following the suspicious deaths of his parents. The world believes the throne sits empty, guarded only by an aging proxy, while rival families wage ruthless corporate wars for total dominance. When Daniel finally returns to the city as a ghost in the shadows, he encounters Stacy Diamond, the resilient heiress of the struggling Diamond family, who is being tormented and systematically starved out by the brutal Power family. Stepping into the crossfire to protect her, Daniel unleashes a high-stakes war that sends shockwaves through the elite hierarchy. Behind closed doors, Daniel initiates a masterstroke: injecting fifty billion dollars of direct capital and issuing Tier-1 Sovereign Immunity over Stacy and her empire, completely crushing three years of financial blockades orchestrated by Ethan Power. But as Ethan unleashes a desperate, violent plot using his own sister to infiltrate the Marc dynasty, Daniel operates from the darkness-gifting Stacy a cryptic warning of the storm to come. As hidden motives unfold and ancient debts demand payment, Stacy must navigate a terrifying web of deceit and luxury to uncover the true identity of her enigmatic savior. Will Daniel's hidden identity protect those he loves, or will his ruthless pursuit of vengeance burn the five families to the ground?
Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

Reborn From Ashes: The Heiress's Comeback

I gripped the wheel of my Porsche through a Manhattan downpour, staring at the positive pregnancy test on the passenger seat. Haden's voicemail was my only answer. A semi swerved into my lane. Brakes failed. I slammed into the guardrail, airbags exploding, pain ripping through my gut. Headlights pierced the rain. My sister Corrie stepped out under an umbrella, smiling coldly. "Beauvais Fashion is liquidated. Dad's dying." Haden stood beside her, eyes dead, shoving equity papers through the window. "Sign, or no ambulance." I tore them up. Corrie lit a flare, tossed it onto the gas-soaked seats. Flames whooshed as they walked away. I woke strapped to an operating table, agony tearing me apart. "No heartbeat," the doctor said. Nurses pinned me down. Instruments invaded. Corrie dropped a death certificate on my chest, then set the room ablaze with alcohol and a cigarette flick. Smoke choked me. A cabinet blocked the door. I collapsed, burning. Then a man in black burst in, scent of cedar and tobacco, scooping me from the fire. Five years later, I'd rebuilt myself as Sloane, flawless and cold. I signed a sham marriage to Donavan Mason, nursing his dying grandfather in their estate—the house that swallowed my father's legacy. Betrayed by my lover and sister, child ripped away, identity erased—how could they do this? Who was the man who saved me? Now, I infiltrate their world, armed with secrets and scars, ready to burn them all down.
Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

Betrayed Genius: The Billionaire's Possessive Claim

For eight years, Anabelle poured her blood and sweat into building a life and a business empire with her fiancé, Antoine. Then, her sister Britany deliberately dragged her into the deep end of an estate pool, only to scream for help and play the victim. Antoine didn't even look at Anabelle as she choked on chlorine. He swam right past her thrashing body to rescue the perfectly fine Britany. Later at the hospital, Britany poured scalding coffee on her own arm and shrieked that Anabelle had pushed her. Without asking a single question, Antoine shoved Anabelle hard against a concrete wall. "You are completely unreasonable! She is already hurt, and you're still bullying her?" Antoine roared, scooping Britany up and leaving Anabelle alone to face the disgusted whispers of the crowd. Eight years of unwavering loyalty were shattered by a three-second performance. Anabelle's heart turned to ash. But the ultimate betrayal came when she packed her bags and opened her old college diary. Britany hadn't just stolen her fiancé—she had stolen Anabelle's secret perfume formula to crown herself a "genius perfumer," while Antoine had spent years presenting Anabelle's corporate strategies as his own. The agonizing grief evaporated, replaced by a crystal-clear, freezing resolve. Anabelle yanked off her three-carat engagement ring and threw it into the trash. With a terrifyingly powerful billionaire now stepping in to claim her, Anabelle picked up her phone to make a call. It was time to take back her life and tear them all down.
The Demon Innocent Wife

The Demon Innocent Wife

"Ahhh! No! Don't kill me! Don't..." Sweat poured and Shu trembled due to the multitude of imaginations swirling in his mind at that moment. They had just finished the betrothal wedding and were currently gathered for dinner. While eating, he couldn't help but think of various things, especially knowing that he would be joining his husband after they finished eating. "Hays, erase! Erase! What am I thinking! He probably isn't that aggressive. Besides, I'm still a minor and this is just a pre-wedding. He probably won't force me to do anything with him tonight!" With that thought, his hands shook as he clutched his dress under the table, which was noticed by the man beside him who then smirked. He flinched slightly when the man suddenly leaned in to whisper in his ear. "Relax, I'm not your groom, Miss. Your groom couldn't attend today's wedding." Confusion replaced the fear and anxiety that had enveloped her when she heard what the man, who had exchanged rings with her earlier, said. "A-aren't you Mr. Griffin?" "No, Ma'am. I'm Lieutenant Carber, the General's right-hand man. I was instructed to represent him." "W-what?!" "You heard right, Ma'am. He was busy and couldn't attend. However, he did leave instructions regarding what you should do now that the wedding is over." "Huh! I can't believe it, he really might be the demon they say he is! I was wondering why this man seems kind and doesn't look like a demon, turns out he's not really the infamous demon general who will be my husband!" she blurted out in frustration. "Did you say something?" Lieutenant Carber asked as he finished talking to other people at the table. Shu smiled falsely and shook her head at the still serious lieutenant. "Hays, if my twin wasn't sick, I wouldn't have agreed to marry that general! So mysterious, he might be ugly and old like they say, and on top of that, he's supposedly Lucifer's nephew who lost two wives already! Omg wait! What if he's the reason for their deaths like they say? Grr, scary!" She hugged herself and whispered with her eyes closed in fear. "I-if that's the case, when will I ever see and meet him. Hays, that demon General!" Background of the Story Shu had been married for four years to a man she had never seen or heard speak. She wasn't supposed to be the one to marry him, but rather the only daughter of a wealthy family where her mother worked. It's a complicated story; all she knew was that she woke up married to a man she didn't know. All she knew was that he had a high status and was a General, protector of the only child of the country's first family. From what she heard, he was cruel, strict, and had a terrifying aura. Despite the fear she felt, she still awaited the day she would finally see and meet him.
Addicted To My Moonshine

Addicted To My Moonshine

Luna Spencer believed she had found true love in Mike Packer, the man she thought would be by her side forever. But on the anniversary of their two-year relationship, Mike shatters her heart by standing her up, leaving Luna devastated and drowning her sorrows in alcohol. That night, she makes a decision that will change her life forever-a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger whose identity she never discovers. When Luna discovers she is pregnant, her life falls apart. Disowned and thrown out by her father, she has no choice but to leave everything she knows behind. With the help of her best friend, Amelia, Luna travels to Italy, determined to raise her child alone and build a new life. Six years later, Luna returns to New York with her son, Jaime, for Amelia's wedding. She never expects to meet Aaron Richmond, a powerful businessman who has spent his entire life putting business before love. Their attraction is unexpected, but their connection soon becomes impossible to ignore. Aaron doesn't care about the public's judgment when he chooses Luna over his glamorous childhood sweetheart, Carolina Moriarty. But Carolina refuses to accept losing the man she has loved for years. As Luna and Aaron grow closer, a shocking possibility emerges: Aaron may be Jaime's father-the mysterious man Luna spent that unforgettable night with six years ago. But just when Luna's life seems to be falling into place, Carolina's jealousy turns dangerous. After Jaime is kidnapped and later rescued, Luna vows to bring whoever is responsible to justice. Meanwhile, a devastating revelation threatens to tear Jaime and Aaron apart, leaving a young boy struggling with the pain of rejection. With enemies closing in and Carolina willing to destroy everything standing between her and Aaron, Luna must fight not only for the man she loves but also for the family she has spent six years protecting. And when the ultimate betrayal puts Luna's life on the line, Aaron is forced to confront how much she truly means to him. Will Luna and Aaron finally get the happy ending they deserve, or will the secrets of the past destroy their chance at love?
Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

For three years, I believed I had the perfect, flawlessly submissive wife. But right as I was about to sign a fifty-million-dollar divorce settlement to make her go away quietly, I suddenly heard a sharp, ecstatic voice echoing inside my skull. "Freedom! Long live freedom! I finally shook off this absolute bastard!" I snapped my head up, only to see Iris sitting across the table, her delicate shoulders trembling as she sobbed into her hands, looking like a shattered woman losing her entire world. It wasn't a hallucination; I could actually hear her inner thoughts. The realization hit me like a physical blow. My fragile, heartbroken wife was a calculating hypocrite who mentally cursed me out while physically begging me to stay. When I later dragged her out of a nightclub where she was partying half-naked, I heard her true thoughts about our intimacy—she considered our nights together a mere "complimentary clause" in our business contract. Even the loving, home-cooked French dinners I cherished were exposed through her mind to be microwaved Michelin-star takeout. For three years, I had prided myself on being a dominant, attentive husband, yet I was played for an absolute fool. How could she fake every single tear, every single touch, with such terrifying perfection while viewing me as nothing more than an ATM? Looking at her cowering on my penthouse floor, clutching an anniversary Birkin bag she secretly planned to sell for a Porsche, a dark rush of power blinded me. I wasn't just going to let her walk away with my millions anymore; I was going to use my new ability to rip off her mask and utterly destroy her.
Trapped By The Cold Billionaire Heir

Trapped By The Cold Billionaire Heir

Wren's family was on the brink of total bankruptcy, facing federal fraud charges. To save her father from dying in prison, she was forced to marry Pierce Ainsworth, the ruthless heir of the corporate raiders who orchestrated their ruin. But on their wedding night, Pierce abandoned her in their empty penthouse. He went straight to a hotel to spend the night with his childhood sweetheart, Seraphina. The next morning, Wren had to face his hostile family alone at a private brunch. His sister-in-law mocked her family's downfall, treating Wren like a feral dog that had wandered indoors. Then, Seraphina walked into the room wearing the exact custom suit jacket Pierce had worn the night before. She looked at Wren with wide, innocent eyes and smiled sweetly. "I was so cold last night, Pierce practically forced me to wear it. The bed at the hotel was too soft, so neither of us got any sleep." The words exploded in Wren's brain as they blatantly spelled out the betrayal. She had sacrificed her entire life and swallowed her pride to save her family, only to be treated like a purchased accessory by the very people who destroyed them. Why should she endure this suffocating prison while they played their cruel games? Wren didn't shed a single tear. She looked at Seraphina with pure disgust, told her she could keep the trash, and walked out. Standing on the front steps, Wren pulled out her phone and called her private lawyer. "Start gathering every piece of dirt on the Ainsworths immediately. I want everything."
Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession

Reborn From Fire: The Billionaire's Obsession

The night before her wedding to Wall Street billionaire Everette Baird, Deliah Quinn stood happily in her haute couture gown. Then, her younger sister Arvilla walked in, handed her a drugged glass of champagne, and slammed an ultrasound on the vanity. "I'm pregnant with Everette's child," Arvilla sneered. Before Deliah's paralyzed body could react, Arvilla dragged in a canister of industrial gasoline, soaked the bridal suite, tossed a lighter, and locked the heavy oak doors from the outside. To escape the roaring inferno, Deliah smashed the glass balcony and threw herself into the freezing, violent waters of the Atlantic Ocean. For five agonizing years, everyone believed the Quinn heiress was dead. Deliah returned to New York entirely reborn—a top architectural designer and a single mother, having scrubbed her past clean and forgotten the people who destroyed her. She only wanted a peaceful life with her five-year-old genius son, Leo. But she had no idea her son was secretly hacking airport security cameras to find himself a wealthy stepdad. Leo deliberately bumped into a terrifying, cold-blooded tycoon, spilling scalding coffee on his custom suit to get his attention. When Deliah frantically rushed over to protect her son and apologize, the air in the terminal vanished. Everette Baird stared at the exact face he had obsessively mourned for five years, his eyes turning pitch black as he crushed his phone in his bare hand.