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It's Billionaire Vs Ex Heiress Now

It's Billionaire Vs Ex Heiress Now

"You've always wanted to give a name to our rivalry. I didn't realize it would be this." "Nonsense! I wouldn't imagine this even in my worst nightmare." "Then Miss Rosette, be ready because I'm going to make this a fucking tempting nightmare that you won't be able to resist having fun in." "Never in this life!" "Probably all your life." Her snarl met his smirk and began the next level of their rivalry. Jackson Carter, when entered his thirties, was rich, successful, and famous. The owner and CEO of JC group, which had many businesses under their umbrella, had always been unapproachable and aloof. No one knew why. There was bare minimum information about his past, specifically about his family and he wanted it so. But when that one person he considered family announces their plan, Jackson's past is at risk of exposure. Will he be able to protect the secret he's been hiding while honoring the promise made to an elder? Especially when the secret is almost at the edge of his enemy's lips, the very lips he'd dared to taste back in the past. Cordelia Rosette had everything in her life, loving parents, a classy social circle, a rich and extravagant lifestyle with compulsory holidays abroad, and a loving boyfriend. But one fine day everything came crashing down when her father refused to hand over their family business, something she'd always been aspiring for. The reason he gave shook the ground she was standing proud on. Being optimistic, Cordelia decided to find a way out of the current complications. But is she ready to pay the price? Especially when the price is in a form of sin she'd promised herself she'd never commit again, the sin of loving the rude and arrogant Jackson Carter, her number one enemy. Jackson and Cordelia have always been at odds with each other since childhood. The rivalry grew and followed them to college but often fire attracts temptation and this engulfed them both. Days were about troubling each other to the point of insanity and nights were about being embroiled in passion to the point where they could set the house on fire. But all of this ended the day Cordelia decided to cut ties with both the rivalry and the passion-savory relationship between them. Only if this was that easy. What was to be a simple conversation became a public event on their graduation day and Jackson decided he wanted to hold a grudge. This fructified when he got a chance to redeem himself as Cordelia's number one rival and things became ugly between the two. Both decided not to see each other ever again. But when has fate been the way you wanted it to be? Turns out they had something in common, Akira Takahashi, a man both respected and were now under his promise that they will have to marry each other. Stunned and shaken, as soon as they recover, it is decided that they will enter into a contract marriage for a year and will end when both of them have got what they want from the old man, money. With this Jackson and Cordelia are given a chance to sort out their misunderstandings. Will they realize their love for each other or will their rivalry continue until they're both hurt and destroyed beyond repair? To find out read, 'It's Billionaire Vs Ex Heiress Now!'
Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet

Touch me, Ruin me: Daddy's pet

"Lock the door." Isla hesitated, her pulse racing. "Alaric-" "Now." His voice was pure dominance. Her fingers fumbled with the lock just as he spun her around, pressing her back against the cold mahogany desk. His hands skimmed her thighs, pushing up her skirt, his eyes dark with hunger. "You've been running from me all week, little rose." His fingers trailed higher, teasing. "But we both know you want this." "We can't," she whispered, her breath hitching as his lips brushed her neck. He smirked, slipping his hand between her legs. "We already did. And now, I'm going to ruin you all over again." ___ Betrayed. Humiliated. Abandoned. On her wedding day, just as she was about to say "I do," Isla world shattered. Her fiancé's mistress crashed the ceremony, dragging every dirty secret into the light. Heartbroken and furious, she did the one thing she never thought she would-she drowned her pain in the arms of Alaric Vance, her father's best friend. One night. No names. No strings. But when morning came, she realized the man who had ruined her in every sinful way wasn't just only her father's friend-he was now her new boss. Alaric is powerful, ruthless, and twice her age. And now that he's had a taste, he wants more. Working under him is impossible. The tension is suffocating, the chemistry undeniable. He's everywhere-watching, teasing, owning her. And no matter how much she tries to resist, she knows the truth: She's already his.
The Secret Parrish Heiress Strikes Back

The Secret Parrish Heiress Strikes Back

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Dempsey Everett. But late one night, he walked in smelling of another woman's perfume and threw a thick divorce agreement onto the coffee table. "Darcy is back. Sign it." The terms were brutal, a complete wipeout that left me with nothing but the clothes on my back. To make matters worse, his true love Darcy sought me out to humiliate me, smirking that I was just a convenient placeholder keeping his bed warm. Even his mother immediately paraded Darcy around the estate in family heirlooms, treating me like worthless trash they couldn't wait to discard. I stared at the cold, heavy divorce papers, my chest tightening with pain, until my eyes caught the signature line at the bottom. Elinor Parish. A missing 'r'. After three years of sharing a home, a bed, and a life, my husband didn't even know how to spell my last name. All my patience, my quiet acceptance, and the love I had poured into this man had been a cosmic, cruel joke. The realization hit me like a physical blow, but the heartbreak quickly vanished, replaced by a white-hot fury. I swung my arm and slapped him across his arrogant face with every ounce of my suppressed pain, then signed the document without a second thought. Dempsey thought I was just a poor dropout who would beg for his scraps. He had no idea I was hiding my true identity. It was time the Everetts learned what it truly meant to cross the real Parrish royalty.
The Trophy Wife's Ruthless Revenge

The Trophy Wife's Ruthless Revenge

Keely returned to her Manhattan penthouse a day early, expecting the loving billionaire husband who had just told her how much he missed her. Instead, the scent of cheap vanilla perfume led her to the guest room, where she found Haden tangled in the sheets with his timid, soft-spoken secretary. To the world, Haden was the flawless, devoted partner. He would even beat a man to a bloody pulp at a high-society gala just for insulting her, violently claiming he was protecting his wife. But behind his golden-retriever facade lay a narcissistic monster. While begging for her affection and making her breakfast, he was secretly draining their marital assets into offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands. Keely had to swallow her disgust, forcing a perfect smile as she played the clueless, dependent trophy wife he wanted her to be. It made her physically sick. She couldn't understand how the man who looked into the camera with eyes full of love just last night could be the same thief plotting to leave her with nothing. Was his violent, suffocating obsession with her just a sick cover for his betrayal? But Haden didn't know his "helpless" wife was actually the ruthless CTO of a tech empire. She had already hacked the home surveillance and traced the missing funds, ready to make him bleed. Then, her private investigator called with a medical report that pushed her revenge to the edge. "Mrs. Jones, Darlene Sutton is six weeks pregnant."
His Calculated Revenge

His Calculated Revenge

It was our ninth anniversary, another lavish Hamptons party, a gilded cage I' d endured for years. My wife, Victoria, reveled in the spotlight, surrounded by people who barely acknowledged my existence. Then, amidst the expensive chatter, she dropped a bombshell: she was pregnant, with her personal assistant, Leo. The room erupted in applause, but my heart, already a weak, stressed muscle, hammered in protest. Moments later, she publicly commanded me to hand over my late father' s vintage watch to Leo. When he "accidentally" shattered it on the marble floor, a collective gasp filled the room. Victoria' s icy voice cut through the silence, forcing me to apologize to Leo for his own clumsiness. This was the woman who had stepped over me, gasping from a cardiac episode, telling me not to be dramatic. Later, knowing my documented heart condition, she brutally forced a dangerous blood transfusion from me to Leo. Trapped in my own home, a prisoner under her constant surveillance, I knew this was my last chance. Leo, her conniving puppet, even set fire to my guest suite, and Victoria simply dragged him away, leaving me to choke in the flames. Nine years of silent screams, a heart slowly breaking, sacrificed for a debt I didn't owe. How could I have endured such calculated cruelty, such blatant disregard for my life and humanity? Was there no end to her manipulation, her insatiable need to dominate and destroy? But as the fire raged around me, a fierce resolve ignited. I escaped the inferno, not just to survive, but to finally reclaim my life. With my childhood friend, Chloe, by my side, I orchestrated my liberation, delivering a public farewell that would shatter Victoria' s perfect world forever. This wasn't just an escape; it was my calculated revenge, and it was glorious.
The Wife He Betrayed

The Wife He Betrayed

My life with Liam was flawless. He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, and I was his cherished wife, expecting our first child, Lily. Everyone said we were the perfect couple, and I believed it. Then, a crack appeared. It started small – hushed phone calls, a secretive smile not meant for me, a promising new intern named Chloe Davis. Today, the crack shattered our lives. Liam, who' d never missed a check-up, abandoned me for a "huge deal" and a presentation where Chloe was the star. Alone at the doctor' s, the cold dread in my heart eclipsed the perfect flicker of Lily's heartbeat on the ultrasound. Later, a news article confirmed my worst fears. Liam, beaming with adoration, presenting Chloe with keys to a luxury car on stage. The public admiration for her "integrity" twisted the knife. It wasn' t just infidelity; it was a grotesque, public performance that humiliated me. The shock morphed into a chilling rage when I found the pre-signed divorce agreement Liam had given me on our wedding day – an "insurance policy" for his infidelity. He had promised me everything if he ever wronged me. The man who wrote that was gone, replaced by a stranger who had made me a fool. But the final, brutal blow came at the hospital. Drugged, I overheard Liam and the doctor. They had induced premature labor, risking Lily' s life, just so Chloe could move in as a "live-in assistant." I tried to scream, knowing instantly they were going to take my baby. They thought I was weak, broken. But as the horror consumed me, a thought pierced through the haze: the email. The one confirming my connection with Ethan Hayes, Liam' s bitter rival. A seed of revenge had been planted just as my world burned down.