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In love with the arrogant rich boy

In love with the arrogant rich boy

Nelly is in her senior year in highschool and is desperate to get a paying job after she got fired from the store where she sold chicken part-time. This makes her agree to accept the job to look after a pet dog for the son of a wealthy family. Only to find out that the owner of the dog and her employer was Dylan, a guy to whom she had been very rude and this resulted to both being sworn enemies. Dylan sees this as an opportunity to get back at Nelly for what she had done to him by taunting her and making her job of taking care of his dog more stressful for her. Although Dylan actually liked Nelly, she hated him wholeheartedly for the way he treated her. This makes her accept an offer to act as fiancée to a young billionaire Hugh Raymond. Hugh Raymond is desperate to be the successor of his father's estate and companies. But due to his history of violence especially in relationships, he is doubtful if his father would consider him worthy to inherit his company. Therefore, he offers to pay five million dollars to Nelly if she could act as his fiancée in order to impress his parents. But when Hugh's mother meets Nelly, she suspects a foul play and insist they get wedded. Hugh persuades Nelly to do a fake wedding and tells her she can leave after the stipulated two months. Nelly was only to see the trouble she had gotten into when Hugh refused to let her leave claiming he had fallen in love with her and won't ever let her go. With Hugh, was Nelly in the path to the comfortable life she always envied? Was she going to able to fall in love with Hugh or was she going to be another victim of Hugh's violent nature?
Beyond The Fairy Tale: A Monster

Beyond The Fairy Tale: A Monster

They called me the luckiest woman in New York, the girl from nowhere who had somehow captured the Sterling heir, Liam. He fought his powerful family for me, gave up his inheritance, and it was a fairy tale. Then, his brother died, and Liam became the sole heir, forced into an arranged marriage with his widowed sister-in-law, Scarlett. The city expected him to drop me, but he dramatically announced our engagement still stood. Everyone saw a grand love story. I knew the truth. While the world saw a hero, I saw a monster. He crept into Scarlett' s bed nightly, leaving me a prisoner in his house, bound by his family' s cruel rules. When I discovered I was pregnant, his mother, Mrs. Sterling, dragged me to a clinic, forcing an abortion for their "pure Sterling line." But the true horror came weeks later: an anonymous medical file revealed Liam hadn' t just allowed the abortion; he' d secretly ordered the doctor to remove my uterus, ensuring I could never bear another child, never have a claim to the Sterling fortune through an heir. He had carved out my womanhood. The love I had for him died, replaced by a cold, sharp rage. He thought I was broken, a fragile pet, but he was wrong. I would make him believe I died for him, a tragic victim of a love he destroyed. I would fake my death, escape this gilded cage, and one day, I would have my revenge. My freedom began with playing the docile, heartbroken lover, letting him believe he was in control, utterly unaware he was dancing to my tune.
Too Late, Mr. Thorne

Too Late, Mr. Thorne

For ten years, I was Sarah, the billionaire tech mogul Alex Thorne’s secret girlfriend, a ghost hidden away while he built his empire. I toiled in his marketing department, hoping one day he'd make us public. But then my father, my only family, was dying, needing a treatment I couldn’t afford. Alex wouldn't see me, not even for an emergency, and my father died waiting. Heartbroken, I went to his penthouse to collect my things, only to find his icy COO, Jessica, lounging on his bed, wearing my silk robe. Alex emerged, unfazed, then Jessica smirked, confessing she’d methodically sabotaged my career for a decade, suppressing my pay, blocking my promotions. To my horror, Alex dismissed my ten years with him as a mere “transaction,” calling me a "liability" and siding with the woman who gleefully admitted destroying my life. The man I loved, the man who could've saved my father with pocket change, had allowed this calculated cruelty to unfold. How could my loyalty and love be so profoundly worthless to him? But a quiet strength surged. I raged, not about his money, but his fraud, his betrayal of a decade of my life. Then, a surprising proposal from my childhood friend, David, offered a lifeline. I quit, and with a defiant click, posted my wedding invitation, marrying David in seven days, announcing a true new chapter to Alex's entire company. They threatened, slandered, but I was done being quiet; I had my own truth to tell, a new life to build, and this time, it was all mine.
His Strategic Bride

His Strategic Bride

As Ainsworth Global’s heir, my father demanded I marry and secure our legacy. He’d handpicked three women—Chloe, Maya, and Ava—groomed to become my wife and a firm co-leader. This was the “Ainsworth Imperative.” But their smiles masked disdain. They saw me as a weak, bookish placeholder, easily swayed by Julian Vance, our estate manager’s charming, opportunistic son. Then, the truth shattered everything: I overheard Chloe tell Jules, “Marrying Ethan is just business. Once I have the Ainsworth heir… we’ll push him out.” My infatuation curdled into profound disgust. They consistently sided with Jules, letting him make me look foolish publicly. My passion project, a tech incubator, was secretly gutted—its funds diverted to Jules's dubious ‘charities’ under Chloe’s deceptive management. They dismissed my accusations as mere jealousy. Their blatant betrayal and willful ignorance were sickening. I was a pawn, expected to be a stepping stone for their ambition. Their “loyalty” was a cruel joke. Trapped by my father’s expectations, I felt my entire life being stolen, molded by their greedy hands. But I refused to be their fool. Days before the high-profile Ainsworth Foundation Gala, I announced my engagement. Not to one of them, but to Sophia Valeriano—the West Coast tech heiress, rumored to be crippled and infertile. It was my strategic strike, poised to upend their carefully laid plans.
No Second Chance, Mr. CEO

No Second Chance, Mr. CEO

I pretended to be a gold-digger, a clever social climber who snagged the CEO. But I was hiding a secret: I engineered our entire relationship to save Ethan' s life. My family' s foundation held the only cure for his rare disease, and the price was simple: he had to be family. He hated me for it, fueled by his "sickly" ex, Jessica, who conveniently claimed a mugging left her with chronic pain-a lie that bound him with guilt. Then a viral photo of Ethan and Jessica hit the gossip blogs. His immediate accusation stabbed me: "Did you do this? You were jealous." He systematically dismantled my career, stripping me of my key projects, forcing me to take the fall for Jessica' s colossal failures. When I discovered I was pregnant, I rushed to tell him, only to find Jessica waiting. She smirked, revealing her mugging was a drunken accident, then shoved me down a flight of stairs. I lay bleeding, miscarrying our baby, as Ethan scooped up wailing Jessica and called me a "monster." He walked away, leaving me to die. The man I saved, the father of my lost child, abandoned me for a pathological liar. The betrayal was absolute, the injustice unfathomable. But my powerful family didn't let me die. They faked my death, spirited me away, and wiped me from existence. Ethan, consumed by guilt once he discovered Jessica' s truth, frantically searched for a ghost. Three years later, he crashed my wedding, desperate for a second chance. He didn't know I orchestrated his presence, ready to deliver the final, devastating truth: our "marriage" was never legal. And the watch that haunted his desperate search? I threw it in a dumpster months ago.