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The Discarded Heiress Princess

The Discarded Heiress Princess

A tiny, innocent baby girl was found curled up near a dumpster behind the city hospital. Her cries pierced the night, but no one cared. Wrapped in a threadbare blanket-her only witness to a betrayal no one saw. Elsewhere in the city, another baby girl slept peacefully in the arms of an elegant woman, in a bed adorned with gold. Her name was Celestine Avarelle, daughter of the wealthiest and most powerful family in the country. She grew up with love, the best education, and all the luxuries money could buy. They were twins. But only one was acknowledged by the world. While Celestine learned to play piano and dance ballet, her twin-Seraphina Vale-clung to life with bloodied hands. She was raised in the dark alleys of orphanages and the streets of the city. Poverty was her mother. Humiliation and loneliness were her family. But Seraphina never gave up. Behind her cold gaze burned a fire that never faded-a fire that demanded answers. Who was she? Why was she discarded? And most of all... who was to blame? As fragments of the past began to surface, Seraphina's world changed forever. A misplaced medical record, an old letter, and a reopened scar-all led to one truth: she was the daughter who was switched, discarded on purpose to protect the Avarelle family's name. Now, Seraphina stands between two choices: take back the life that should have been hers... or exact revenge in a way that will change their world forever. Because not everything that is thrown away stays lost. Some return to burn everything down.
The Billionaire Transient Wife

The Billionaire Transient Wife

Not many people walk down the streets of New York drunk, especially in the middle of the day. They usually rush along the sidewalks and cross the streets, trying to race with time to earn more money. But not Cassandra. She was taking her precious time wandering around, struggling to walk in a straight line. Trying to keep her smile to herself, she looked around her, wondering why these people wore poker faces as they talked on their phones while walking briskly down the street. She was thankful she was self-employed—well, as what she would call it. Cassandra took a deep breath, the taste of beer still lingering in her mouth. She had been drinking since lunch time for no apparent reason. She squeezed her eyes for a better vision as she slowly walked while trying hard not to drop on the ground every time a passerby bumped into her. She felt her way to the wall and leaned against it, breathing heavily. She shouldn't have drank that much, she thought. Her hands were getting numb, her feet losing their strength. I'm going to faint right here if I don't find somewhere to rest, she murmured to herself. Hope abandoned her when she saw the long crowded street and even her blurred sight was a hindrance. She knew the street very well and she was pretty aware that there was not a place to rest. Fine, I'll sit anywhere then. Squinting one eye, she walked toward the nearest store and dropped on the bottom step, trying to keep her head high. If she dropped it any lower, she'd definitely throw up right there and then. Her phone started ringing again. She didn’t answer. She knew it was her father and he had been asking to see her since last week. She thought she should call him tomorrow, once she was back to her sober self. Cassandra didn't have a problem really—she was just like that. She did anything that came to her mind without thinking. When she had ordered her first bottle, she reasoned she wanted to celebrate her upcoming exhibit. When the second one came, she thought she was celebrating life. On the succeeding bottles, thoughts of celebration flew out the window. She stood up after her head cleared a little bit. She needed a cup of coffee, and she knew just the place for a perfect one. The rest must have done something good for she found it less difficult to find her way to the coffee shop. "My head is throbbing, I need a strong one," she told the lady behind the counter the moment she entered the shop. "What would you like?" Cassandra looked up at the menu, the letters merging into one. "Just...fix me something strong." "Okay, one really strong cappuccino coming up," the lady smiled. She fumbled in her purse for some coins, handed the lady a handful and said, "Just get the exact amount. I have trouble counting at the moment," The lady looked at her curiously but did as she asked. She handed Cassandra the rest of the coins and said, "I'll serve you your coffee if you want.” She must have noticed her customer struggling to stay on her feet. "Thanks. That will be great." Cassandra went to the nearest table and made herself comfortable, resting her chin on her hand. "Cassandra Anders?" a male voice said over her. "Hmm?" was all she could muster. She sensed some movement across the table from her and when she peered through her heavy lids, she noticed that a man was sitting at the empty chair facing her. "I'm Philip Strindberg and I need to talk to you." "Come back at a good time," she slurred and closed her eyes once again. "Now is the best time," the voice was now etched with irritation so she opened her eyes once again to look at the man, her bluish gray ones meeting his blue ones. "Best time for what?" she asked, not really in the mood for a chat. "To give you an offer you surely won't resist." She snorted, "And what is that?" "To be my wife." The alcohol that had been flowing like crazy through her veins stopped and drained down her head as she looked up at the handsome stranger in disbelief.
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."
Come With Me, Rejected Wife

Come With Me, Rejected Wife

Arabella Hopkins has never known peace. Raised in a home of rejection and rivalry, she is forced into a marriage with Edward Hostings, a powerful and intimidating man whose indifference cuts deeper than cruelty. What begins as a cold union soon becomes a battlefield where Arabella must fight not only for love but for survival. As she struggles to adjust to her new life, old enemies resurface. Her father demands she claim control of the family company, her stepsister Lauren plots sabotage fueled by envy, and the media hounds her every move. When Edward falls into a coma, Arabella is left torn between loyalty to him and the overwhelming responsibility of protecting their unborn child. Loss after loss hardens her resolve. The death of her grandmother, the betrayal of her father, and constant public scrutiny transform Arabella from a submissive, wounded woman into a fierce strategist. Along the way, she discovers her strength as a mother, her voice as a leader, and her dignity as a wife. Yet even in the darkest moments, love refuses to die. Against kidnappings, betrayals, and crushing grief, Arabella and Edward's relationship evolves-from icy detachment to fragile tenderness. Their story is one of survival, resilience, and a love that endures even when tested by unimaginable pain. Scorned Wife is a sweeping romantic drama filled with family intrigue, emotional intensity, and powerful themes of motherhood, betrayal, and redemption. It is a saga of transformation-of a woman who refuses to be broken, and of a marriage that, against all odds, finds a way to heal.
The Billionaire Proxy Bride

The Billionaire Proxy Bride

"Four years ago, you killed a woman." he thrust her away, turning his back, as he tried to hide the pain in his eyes. "The woman you killed that night was no other than my ten-hour-old wife!" ......................... "I didn't call you here to solicit sympathy. You will replace what you brutally tore from my life." Her mind reeled with fear and remorse at his intended words as he laid limp on the floor. "You will replace her." She scrambled to her feet, her mind racing as she struggled to comprehend his words. "What...what do you mean?" she stammered, her voice trembling... "You shall become my wife." He declared. "My ten-year-contract wife." he added, his voice dripping with emphasis. Natalia froze. His ultimatum hung in the air like a death sentence. ........... "Natalia Holmes' life was forever changed when she was responsible for a tragic accident that claimed two lives, including the wife of ruthless billionaire, Mavros Konstantis. In a selfless act, Natalia took the blame to save her fiancé from a lengthy prison sentence. But her sacrifice came at a steep price - years of imprisonment, a shattered reputation and much later, her fiance's betrayal and rejection. Now, Natalia is unexpectedly released, but her freedom comes with a condition: she must take the place of the wife she unintentionally killed and marry Mavros. Will she continue to pay dearly for a crime she didn't even commit? Or will she reclaim her virtue and autonomy, making the real culprit pay? And what becomes of Mavros when he eventually finds out the truth? No longer bounded, will he be able to win her back with his newfound love and devotion? Or will Natalia embrace her hard-won liberty, determined to never again be trapped by the chains of guilt and obligation?