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Watch The Discarded Villainess Shine Now

Watch The Discarded Villainess Shine Now

Sloane woke up in a sterile penthouse, her head throbbing with pathetic, desperate memories that didn't belong to her. She had transmigrated into a trashy romance novel as the ultimate villainess, a woman who completely destroyed her own life chasing a man who despised her. Tech CEO Axel Price stood directly over her, slamming a thick stack of paparazzi photos onto the glass coffee table. "I want a public apology drafted by tomorrow morning, or I will make sure you never work in this town again," he demanded, his voice dripping with absolute disgust. The original host had starved herself for months and wept in the damp bushes outside his headquarters, becoming a massive public joke just for a scrap of his attention. Axel's rabid fanbase was already flooding Sloane's phone with thousands of vicious hate messages, trending hashtags calling her a psycho stalker. Her own talent agency ignored her calls, leaving her completely isolated and universally hated in the entertainment industry. The original host had literally died of a broken heart over this arrogant jerk, leaving Sloane trapped in the miserable wreckage of her reputation. Why should she cower and apologize to a fragile-egoed billionaire who openly treated women like cheap, disposable accessories? A dark, slow smirk crawled onto Sloane's face as she accepted the villainess identity instantly. She pushed herself off the velvet sofa, executed a brutal sweep kick that cracked against Axel's ankle, and physically hurled him out her front door. It was time to show them what a real villainess looked like.
My Contract Husband Hides His Billions

My Contract Husband Hides His Billions

My mother gave me an impossible ultimatum: find a wealthy man to marry in one week, or endure three agonizing blind dates every single day. Driven to the edge after being humiliated by her latest arrogant candidate, I made a reckless move. I asked my brother's old college roommate, Hunter, a seemingly average project manager, to be my fake boyfriend. He calmly rejected the idea, telling me a fake boyfriend wouldn't stop my mother. Instead, he suggested a legally binding marriage of convenience. Exhausted by the constant pressure and still haunted by my ex who left me for a rich heiress, I actually agreed. Within hours, we signed a strict one-year contract and got our marriage license. I thought I had found the perfect, harmless loophole to buy my freedom. But my illusion shattered when my brother called in a panic, screaming that the man I just married was a ruthless, manipulative shark. My anxiety spiked further when my cheating ex suddenly showed up at my coffee shop, begging to get back together. Before I could react, Hunter stepped out of the shadows. The gentle project manager vanished, replaced by a man with glacial eyes and terrifying, absolute authority. "I'm her husband." His voice left no room for argument. Staring at the expensive Bentley he drove and the man who just effortlessly claimed me, I finally realized the terrifying truth. I hadn't married an ordinary man at all, and he had no intention of letting this just be a contract.
Framed By Betrayal: Billionaire's Possessive Contract

Framed By Betrayal: Billionaire's Possessive Contract

Haylie waited nervously at the Wall Street charity gala for her boyfriend Bryan, but a spiked drink hit her hard, leaving her stumbling into a VIP lounge. There, Chester Steele, the ruthless CEO of Steele Industrial, found her—drugged and vulnerable. What started as a frantic claiming in the shadows ended with him whispering she was his. But moments later, a security alert shattered everything: data breach traced to Haylie's terminal. Chester's fury exploded. He saw her brush past a Logan Group rival on footage and dumped her in the rain, firing her as a corporate spy. Bryan answered her desperate call with ice: "It's over." Reporters swarmed her door, branding her a traitor. Arrested at the office by FBI agents, she watched smug coworker Erin wave goodbye. Thrown in a cell, chained and grilled with fake evidence—offshore accounts in her name—Haylie learned the worst: charges now included her sick father, Ernest, framed for laundering the leak money. Plead guilty or he dies in prison. Innocent and raging, she couldn't fathom who planted it all—the gala bump, the logs, the forgeries. Why her? Who hated her enough to destroy her life? Chester burst in, posting unlimited bail but forcing her signature on a slave contract: live in his penthouse, serve him 24/7. As she collapsed in his arms, trapped in his gilded cage, Haylie vowed silently—she'd uncover the real traitor and make them pay.
The billionaire and his sweet maid

The billionaire and his sweet maid

Inside the room, she helped him to the bed, but he stumbled and the two fell on top of the bed with Nathan on top of her. She tried to push him away, her face was burning hot. But he remained unmoving and didn't even budge. He raised his head and looked at her. "I didn't know you are this beautiful, Olivia," he said, staring at her body. It was then that Olivia realized she was wearing only lingerie. 'Wait, did he just call her by name? How did he know her name?' Nathan's voice woke her from her thoughts. "Why is it that I never realized that you are this beautiful?" He muttered. She tried pushing him again. This time he grabbed her hands and started leaning closer. 'What's he doing? Oh my God, what is he doing?' she was scared and tried to free her hands from his, she realized how helpless she was. Nathan's hand was very strong. He planted his lips on hers. Immediately, all strength left her body, her struggle started becoming weak. Nathan kissed her deeply, his hands went around her body as the kiss intensified. She felt a passion like she never felt before. Slowly, she fell to pleasure. In the next moment, Nathan's hand moved skillfully to her vagina. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to protest. He sealed her lips with his mouth; the sounds of moaning and cloth tearing continued into the night. Early the next morning, Olivia woke up. She was feeling pains all over her body. She looked at the bed and saw the small stains of blood. 'So it really happened?' she thought. Her first time was gone just like that, and she didn't know how to feel.
I Was Just A Silent Wife, Until I Toppled His Empire

I Was Just A Silent Wife, Until I Toppled His Empire

I spent three years playing the mousy, supportive wife to tech mogul Julian Vanderbilt, fixing his code and hiding my past as an elite special ops captain. Everything shattered at our anniversary gala when I saw my mother's heirloom emerald necklace hanging around the neck of Julian's mistress. When I confronted him, Julian didn't even look up from his drink, telling me to stop being "territorial" because I was too plain to wear such jewelry anyway. The humiliation peaked when he refused to attend my parents' military repatriation the next morning, choosing an investor brunch with his mistress instead. I stood in our penthouse watching him dote on her, realizing I had used my parents' death benefits to build a throne for a man who treated me like disposable trash. I couldn't understand how the man I had quietly saved from a burning yacht years ago could be so blind to the warrior standing right in front of him. He had no idea that the very empire he bragged about was built entirely on my technology and my sacrifice. I didn't argue; I simply went to the safe and pulled out my black beret and my high-level security credentials. As I revoked his admin access and watched his billion-dollar world begin to glitch, I walked out to meet the military honor guard. It was time to remind Julian Vanderbilt exactly who he had married-and exactly how much it was going to cost him to lose me.
Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire CEO

Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire CEO

I thought marrying the wealthy Julian Sterling would finally free me from my abusive family. But the morning after my bachelorette party, my future mother-in-law spotted a brutal hickey on my neck, tore up our wedding invitations, and threw me out onto the streets. My own family didn't care that I was drugged and set up by my cousin. They locked me in a dusty attic to starve, planning to sell me to a creepy older man to save their failing business. I escaped into a stormy night and collapsed, only to wake up in a luxurious hospital suite. The billionaire who "rescued" me was Ballard Stark—the very stranger who had ruined my innocence that night. He coldly handed me a medical report showing I was four weeks pregnant with his heir. "From now on, you, and it, belong to me." I screamed that I would get rid of it and run, but he effortlessly blocked my escape. He threatened to send the elderly housekeeper who helped me to prison and destroy what was left of my family. In a blind panic, I smashed a porcelain vase, only for him to casually inform me it was a Ming Dynasty antique worth thirty million dollars. I was completely trapped, reduced to a vessel for a ruthless predator just to pay off an impossible debt. But as he pushed the custody contract across the desk, my suffocating despair suddenly turned into a burning rage. Since he wanted to chain me to his life so badly, I would make sure this gilded cage became his worst nightmare.
His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

His Unwanted Wife's Return With Triplets

I gave up my medical school acceptance to become a ghost bride, forced by my adoptive parents to marry a billionaire heir I had never met. But on the day he returned to the country, I was shoved into a dark airport lounge during a security lockdown and violently assaulted by a stranger. Before I could even process the trauma, my husband's lawyers called. "As per the strict fidelity clause, you will receive nothing." My adoptive family cast me out in disgust. Weeks later, I discovered I was pregnant from that terrifying night. Penniless and alone, I fled to the mountains, nearly dying in a blizzard before giving birth to triplets. Six years later, I returned to New York just to finalize the divorce so my sons could get legal identities. But my five-year-old son, furious that his brother was bullied by a socialite, retaliated by disabling a billionaire's armored car. I was dragged from my cheap motel room by bodyguards and thrown before the billionaire. "Pay the half-million in damages, or I'll ensure your son gets a juvenile record." Looking up, my breath caught. The man's strong jaw and sapphire-blue eyes were exact replicas of my sons' faces. He was the stranger from the dark lounge, and the very husband I was trying to divorce. Yet he looked at me with pure contempt, entirely unaware that the woman he was extorting was his legal wife, and the boy he threatened was his own flesh and blood. I clenched my fists, realizing I was done running.