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Trapped By The Ruthless Wall Street King

Trapped By The Ruthless Wall Street King

Chloe was just a charity-case student surviving on the Beaumont family's trust fund, but she made a fatal mistake: a secret one-night stand with the untouchable Wall Street king, Arthur Beaumont. She begged him to forget it, but the ruthless heir treated her like a cheap transaction, throwing a penthouse code, a Birkin bag, and a sugar baby contract at her. When she threw his limitless black card back and chose to run away, her nightmare truly began. A malicious photo of her being shoved into his luxury car was leaked to the entire university by a jealous socialite. Overnight, Chloe became an absolute pariah, cyberbullied and publicly humiliated as a dirty girl kept by some ugly, old loser. Even Arthur's mother, the terrifying matriarch, began interrogating her, threatening to marry her off to a random man just to crush her dignity. Pushed to the edge, Chloe decided to fight back on her own, publicly pointing out the multi-million-dollar watch in the photo to expose her bully's lies. "Do you want me to call the police and have them investigate exactly who that man is?" But before the crowd could react, the Dean and Arthur's lethal bodyguard suddenly stormed into the classroom, instantly expelling her bully and crushing the girl into terrified silence. They weren't there to save Chloe; they were ruthlessly protecting Arthur's flawless identity. Standing in the dead-silent hall, watching the bodyguard's fleeting shadow, a suffocating chill ran down Chloe's spine. She finally understood the terrifying price of provoking capital, and she knew exactly what this meant: the devil was never going to let her go.
Abandoned Ugly to Stunning Beauty: Pursued by the Top Billionaire

Abandoned Ugly to Stunning Beauty: Pursued by the Top Billionaire

Isabella Anderson's life was turned upside down by a single sentence from her doctor: "Miss Isabella Anderson, you are pregnant." The shocking news left her utterly bewildered. Despite being nineteen, she had never been intimate with any man. Even more incredible was that the lab results showed she was already four months pregnant. The doctor informed her that due to her physical condition, she couldn't undergo an abortion and would have to carry the baby to term. Returning home, Isabella's father, Lucas Anderson, was furious. Rumors spread rapidly, and everyone began mocking her. Speculation arose that the Mitchell family, her fiancé's family, would undoubtedly call off the engagement. As everyone awaited the Mitchell family's response, her fiancé, Dylan Mitchell, unexpectedly appeared at the Anderson household. Seeing Isabella's swollen belly and her unattractive appearance, Dylan angrily declared that although he loathed Isabella, he wouldn't call off the engagement if the baby could be given away after birth. Isabella, moving from confusion to reluctant acceptance of reality, had already developed feelings for her child after feeling its heartbeat. She firmly refused to give up the baby or allow the engagement to be called off. At that moment, her baby decided to come early, and she went into labor amid the chaos. **Five Years Later** "Mommy, wake up, the plane is taxiing!" Isabella was awakened by her daughter Amelia's voice as they returned from abroad. Over the past five years, Isabella was no longer the overweight and unattractive girl she once was. She had become slim, exuding an exceptional charm, and now stood out as a stunning beauty. She informed Amelia that their return was primarily to handle the annulment of her engagement with the Mitchell family, but her most important mission was to find her other child, who had been taken away by force. Just after stepping off the plane, Isabella received a call informing her that Asher Perez, the head of the most powerful family, was gathering information about her worldwide. Isabella had a secret identity: she was the world's top surgeon, and Asher wanted to find her to cure his family member's illness. However, Isabella was not concerned about this; her priority was to find her son and avoid getting entangled in the affairs of powerful families. As she left the airport, Isabella unexpectedly ran into her former fiancé, Dylan. Dylan did not recognize the slimmed-down Isabella and flirtatiously approached her. Isabella gave him a cold glance and walked away with Amelia. Upon returning to her home country, Isabella checked into a luxurious hotel owned by the Perez Group. Unexpectedly, she encountered a little boy, Charles Perez, and mistook him for her daughter. It turned out that Charles was Asher Perez's son. Seeing their interaction, Asher mistakenly believed Isabella was trying to use Charles to get close to him. Their meeting was disastrous, and at this point, Asher had no idea that the beautiful woman was the top surgeon he had been desperately searching for.
His Unwanted Wife Demands A Divorce

His Unwanted Wife Demands A Divorce

For three years, Coralie was Alec Montgomery's flawless executive assistant and his secret contract wife. But everything shattered when his untouchable first love, Dianna, returned to the US. Dianna intentionally poured scalding coffee on her own hand and framed Coralie. In response, Alec's mother slapped Coralie across the face and had her locked in a freezing, dusty room to reflect on her "vicious behavior." When Alec finally found Coralie battered and bleeding, he was incredibly gentle. But the very second Dianna called crying about a fake break-in, he dropped Coralie's wounded hands and rushed out into the night. The ultimate reality check came days later at a construction site. A massive section of steel scaffolding suddenly snapped and collapsed right above them. In that split second between life and death, Alec lunged forward and tackled Dianna to the ground, shielding her completely with his own body. Coralie was left behind. A heavy steel rod violently crushed her shoulder, blinding her left eye with her own warm blood. Waking up in the ER with severe head trauma, Coralie looked through the cracked hospital door. "Are you hurt? Are you okay?" Alec asked frantically, comforting a sobbing Dianna who only had a tiny scrape. He never even checked if Coralie was alive. Three years of enduring his coldness and his family's abuse meant absolutely nothing compared to his first love's fake tears. Her heart didn't ache anymore; it was just completely hollow. She calmly picked up her phone and texted her lawyer to push the divorce proceedings forward. The marriage was over, and she was leaving for good.
The Day I Caught Him Cheating, I Married Another

The Day I Caught Him Cheating, I Married Another

I walked into my apartment dripping wet from the rain, only to hear a guttural moan coming from the bedroom. I told myself it was just the TV, but my shaking hands could barely fit the key into the lock. When the door swung open, I saw a pair of red stilettos on the floor and my fiancé's favorite silk tie discarded like trash. I pushed the bedroom door open to find Javon in our bed with another woman, the sheets I had just washed two days ago tangled around them. Instead of apologizing, Javon looked at me with a sneer and barked, "You don't know how to knock?" He claimed he paid the bills, even though I worked double shifts just to keep the lights on while he chased a promotion he'd never get. When I slapped him, he didn't show remorse-he called me a "stupid bitch" and lunged at me with a look of pure malice. My life was a total wreck; my fiancé was a cheater, and my grandmother was about to be kicked out of her nursing home because I was forty dollars short of the payment. I felt like I was falling off a cliff with no one to catch me. Why was the man I loved treating me like a cockroach in my own home? Just as Javon moved to strike me, a shadow fell over the room. A man in an expensive black trench coat stood in the doorway, his presence sucking the oxygen out of the room. It was Carmine Wilkinson, a man I had never met but whose terrifying calm made my heart stop. He didn't look at the trash on the bed; he only looked at me. He handed me a monogrammed handkerchief and asked one simple, brutal question. "Do you want revenge?" I nodded, desperate for any lifeline in the middle of my imploding world. He didn't offer me a shoulder to cry on; he looked me in the eye and gave me an ultimatum that would change my life forever. "Good. Get your ID. We're going to City Hall."
The Billionaire's Dare: My Secret Husband

The Billionaire's Dare: My Secret Husband

I was the "little bird" of the Carlson empire, living a comfortable but caged life under the thumb of my guardian, Francis. To the world, Christ Carlson was the cold, untouchable machine who ran the family business, a man I called "Uncle" but who treated me like a ghost in the hallway. One drunken night in Las Vegas, desperate to finally "poke the bear" and feel alive, I leaned into his shadows and whispered a dare that would ruin me. I asked the most terrifying man I knew if he dared to marry me right then and there. He didn't laugh. He stood up, dragged me to a tacky chapel, and forced a massive diamond onto my finger with a grip like iron. The "asexual" machine everyone feared turned into a predator the moment we reached his penthouse, claiming me with a bruising intensity that left me breathless and broken. By morning, I was trapped in a living nightmare. Christ forced me to hide the marriage, demanding I play the part of the dutiful niece while he owned me in the shadows. He replaced my ripped clothes with thousands of dollars in designer silk, essentially buying my silence and my body in one cold transaction. Now, I’m back at the family estate, hiding a five-carat ring on a chain under my shirt and praying Francis doesn't see the marks on my neck. I thought I was being rebellious, but I didn't realize Christ Carlson had been waiting for me to walk into his trap for years. I am legally his, physically his, and he has no intention of ever letting me go. Every time he looks at me, I feel the cage door slamming shut, realizing I’ve traded a guardian who ignores me for a husband who wants to dismantle me piece by piece. At breakfast, Christ pressed his shoe firmly against my inner thigh under the table, his gaze locked on mine while he discussed my future with Francis. "I think it's time we found her a match," Christ said, his voice a lethal, calm purr. "I was thinking of keeping her in the family."