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The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne

The Jilted Heiress Reclaims Her Throne

Eleonora woke up in the hospital, still feeling the terrifying weightlessness of her own suicide. She realized her chilling nightmare was actually a prophecy: she was destined to be the tragic, disposable villain, while her adopted sister Addisyn was the beloved protagonist. On the day of her discharge, her father abandoned her to celebrate Addisyn's eighteenth birthday. When Eleonora dragged her recovering body back to her family estate, she found her biometric access wiped and her home turned into a chaotic nightclub. Addisyn had taken over the master bedroom and was wearing Eleonora's late mother's priceless sapphire necklace. When Eleonora coldly demanded her property back, Addisyn squeezed out fake tears and played the pitiful victim. Instantly, Eleonora's childhood fiancé and lifelong friends stepped up to shield Addisyn. They scolded Eleonora for being cruel and classless, demanding she sleep in the guest room so she wouldn't ruin the party. Downstairs, the elite guests mocked her as a crazy, jealous freak who was bullying her sweet sister. In her nightmare, their blind devotion to this manipulative parasite had driven Eleonora to jump off a skyscraper. She was the sole legal heir to the Carlisle estate, yet they expected her to quietly hand over her home, her mother's legacy, and her life to a thief. But Eleonora was no longer a victim. She pulled out the irrevocable trust documents, proving her absolute ownership, and looked at her loyal butler. "Cut the power," she ordered coldly. "Throw every single trespasser out the gates."
The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

The Billionaire's Forsaken Wife

"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran's past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran's attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.
BILLIONAIRE AND THE CONTRACTED STRIPPER

BILLIONAIRE AND THE CONTRACTED STRIPPER

"You are Mine!" He said with his dominating voice holding my neck, he was choking me, I was frightened to the very core, shaking "The moment I paid you that huge sum of money you became an asset to me" he added "You can't back out now. It's too late" he said again still holding me "I'm not yours" I managed to say in a cracked voice "I will never be yours" I replied with a cracked voice trying to breathe" "You are nothing, you are just a mere whore with nothing else but a standing pole, a hoe who spreads her legs for money and that's all you will ever be. A stripping hoe!" he said, tears rolled down from my cheeks as I began to cry. "If you try to break the deal we have by revealing it to an outsider, you will be dead! And come to think about it, who would believe the words that come from a stripping hoe like yourself, no one, no one will ever believe you! Because you know what you are? A complete Street whore. That's exactly what you are and what you will ever be" "If I'm a complete whore to you. Why did you choose me?" "Because you are nobody. I don't want my family digging into your profile and finding something so I chose you. You were the perfect match that fit into all of this charade" he said intuitively "I don't want to do this anymore, I will wire you back your money first thing tomorrow morning" I said, trying to leave. He drags my hand vigorously, I was scared to the very core shaking like a drenched rat "You don't seem to understand the concept of our agreement, you don't seem to understand. I already introduced you to my family. Khloe you can't back out now. You can't" ************ "Who did you tell about our contract?" He yells, his eyes were red, and he was in an angry state "Who did you tell?" He asked again "No one. I told no one" I answered scarily "What do you mean you told no one? "How does my sister know?" "I don't know" I said fidgeting" "I told no one. I.........I ....... only told" I said stuttering as I tried to remember who I told, but still uncertain "You what! He asked painfully, his eyes were still red "I only told my friend Rochelle" "Shit! He screams loudly hitting the door "She wouldn't have told anybody, I promise" I said just about to cry "You don't know what you low lives can do for a dollar" "Rochelle couldn't have told her" "You are so fucking naive. You lowlifes can do anything for a fucking penny!" "She's my best friend" "Indeed"
The Hired Fiancée: Bound by Contract, Trapped by Desire

The Hired Fiancée: Bound by Contract, Trapped by Desire

Dr. Julian Knight has spent his 37 years building an empire of success-renowned surgeon, medical genius, and heir to a fortune that most people only dream of. But there's one thing his wealth and brilliance can't fix: his mother's growing desperation to see him married before she dies. Victoria Knight, a legendary former actress with old Hollywood glamour and an iron will, has watched her daughter settle into married bliss with two children. Now she's turning her relentless focus on Julian, summoning him home for Christmas with one mission: explain why he's still alone, or let her choose his bride. Panicked and out of options, Julian takes his colleague's advice-hire someone to play the part. He never expected to find her in a dingy bar, watching a fierce young woman hold her own against men twice her size who thought they could take liberties without paying. Elena Martinez is 22 and fighting a losing battle against life. A high school dropout since 17, she juggles multiple day jobs and dangerous night work to keep her family afloat while her father drinks and gambles away every dollar she earns. She's got nothing to lose and everything to gain when a mysterious doctor offers her more money than she's ever seen-just to pretend to love him for one week. The contract seems straightforward: survive Christmas dinner with one of Hollywood's most intimidating matriarchs, convince everyone that a street-smart girl from the wrong side of town could capture the heart of America's most eligible bachelor, and walk away rich enough to disappear forever. But Julian's family estate is full of secrets, his sister asks too many questions, and his mother's approval comes with a price neither of them anticipated. As Elena learns to navigate crystal glasses and three-course meals, and Julian discovers what it's like to be with someone who sees past his money, their fake relationship starts feeling dangerously real. When the week is over, will Elena take the money and run-or will Julian finally understand what he's been missing all these years? Some contracts are meant to be broken, but the heart doesn't negotiate.