Romance Books for Women
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Thirty Days To Ruin My Cheating Husband
Evia Conway was the perfect billionaire's wife, a docile ornament bound by a ruthless prenuptial agreement that would leave her with nothing if she ever filed for divorce. That was until she found her husband's unlocked iPad and saw the photos of him wrapped around a 22-year-old blonde. The girl was Penelope, a scholarship recipient funded by Evia's own charity foundation. While Evia endured his family's public mockery for being barren, Frederic was secretly transferring two million dollars to buy his mistress a penthouse. He even laughed with his friends at an exclusive club, mocking Evia's devotion. "She is just a useless placeholder. Once Penelope gives birth to my heir, I will throw her out." Penelope even called Evia to flaunt her ultrasound, demanding she quietly disappear or face a public smear campaign. They all thought Evia was just a weak, clueless woman who could be easily discarded. But what Frederic didn't know was that Evia had kept a secret for three years: a medical report proving he was completely sterile. The baby he was destroying his marriage for was a total fraud. Evia didn't shed a single tear. She calmly put on her diamond necklace, smiled her perfect society smile, and opened her hidden encrypted laptop. She had exactly thirty days to surgically dismantle his empire and let him lose everything./1/114574/coverorgin.jpg?v=a10769555976d4f25572cff058d89d85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact
Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust. Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket." Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week. They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs. Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala. Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support. Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back. As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past. Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes. The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock. This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him. She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard. She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark. Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound. "I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."/1/117503/coverorgin.jpg?v=41d44598d39f7c0791ab752d21797511&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back
For three years, I endured a freezing, arranged marriage with Julian Carlisle-Vance, foolishly hoping my childhood crush would eventually warm his heart. But the moment his "friend" Seraphina called about a minor wrist ache, he abandoned me in our bed, rushing to her side and publicly flaunting his devotion online. When I finally handed him the divorce papers, willing to walk away with absolutely nothing, he refused to sign. Instead, he blackmailed me. He blocked the settlement for my younger brother's impending assault charges, using his freedom as leverage to force me into a sick ultimatum. "The marriage stays on paper, but in private, you will be my mistress." He wanted to strip me of my dignity, keeping me as a secret plaything while my own father conspired with Seraphina, putting my late mother's precious jadeite necklace up for auction just to punish my disobedience. Julian even twisted a moment of my vulnerability, accusing me of secretly loving his dead brother, using that paranoid delusion as an excuse to ruthlessly degrade me. I didn't understand why the man I loved hated me so much, or why my own family would sell my mother's soul to the highest bidder just to keep me leashed to a psychopath. But when I saw my mother's necklace headlining the Sotheby's VIP preview, the suffocating despair inside me finally burned away into a cold, clear rage. I wiped my tears and calmly began planning my appearance at the auction. They thought the necklace was a chain to bind me, but I was going to make it my weapon./1/117775/coverorgin.jpg?v=b649674fa588d4a33ef66ed0a5516d39&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The True Heiress Returns With A Vengeance
Adina Miller was the darling of New York society, a brilliant designer with a loving family and a fiancé she adored. But her perfect life was a carefully orchestrated lie. Her fiancé, Zane, and her best friend, Ashlyn, betrayed her. They melted her face with acid, shattered her leg, and tricked her into signing away her family's entire corporate legacy. Trapped in a grimy warehouse, Adina choked on her own blood as Zane calmly explained how he had weaponized her trust to destroy her family. Ashlyn laughed, flaunting a massive diamond ring bought with Adina's stolen fortune. When Adina desperately clawed at the floor, silently pleading for her baby daughter's life, Ashlyn just smiled. "Don't worry about that little bastard. She'll be joining you very soon." Zane kicked her broken ribs, and Ashlyn plunged a lethal syringe into her neck. They kissed over her dying body before throwing her into the freezing Hudson River. As the dark water swallowed her, a white-hot rage consumed her soul. Why had she been so blind? She swore a vow forged in agony: if there was another life, she would make them pay in blood. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open. The icy river was gone. She was sitting in front of a brightly lit mirror on the day of her college graduation—the exact day Zane had publicly proposed to her. This time, as Zane got down on one knee in front of the cheering crowd, Adina walked right past his hopeful face. She stopped directly in front of Caden Sinclair, the most ruthless billionaire in New York, and gave him a calculated smile. "Take me away."/1/112619/coverorgin.jpg?v=952d98135fb5acc8c5d1fdb6361bc388&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bound By The CEO's Cruel Contract
I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash. To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars. I thought it was a clean transaction. But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty. He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me. My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire. Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner. "Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly. His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand. "Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler." They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog. I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain. As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth. But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood. "She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison." They murdered my parents. I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call. Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell./1/101424/coverorgin.jpg?v=bb859322a2b6ed17a7a183e399a0ef55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Signed the Divorce, He Lost Everything
My wealthy husband, Nathaniel, stormed in, demanding a divorce to be with his "dying" first love, Julia. He expected tears, pleas, even hysteria. Instead, I calmly reached for a pen, ready to sign away our life for a fortune. For two years, I played the devoted wife in our sterile penthouse. That night, Nathaniel shattered the facade, tossing divorce papers. "Julia's back," he stated, "she needs me." He expected me to crumble. But my calm "Okay" shocked him. I coolly demanded his penthouse, shares, and a doubled stipend, letting him believe I was a greedy gold digger. He watched, disgusted, convinced I was a monster. He couldn't fathom my indifference or ruthless demands. He saw avarice, not a carefully constructed facade. His betrayal had awakened something far more dangerous. The second the door closed, the dutiful wife vanished. I retrieved a burner phone and a Glock, ready to expose the elaborate lie he and Julia had built./1/110873/coverorgin.jpg?v=09438df2cc6e0068df3892dc746da4e6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Trapped By My Ruthless Boss
She wasn't his weakness. She was his ruin, and he would bring the world to its knees before he let her go. *** Kisarel thought she had it all figured out, until the night she caught her fiancé in bed with her cousin. The same cousin who was engaged to her boss, the ruthless and untouchable billionaire, Mr. Oceans Stark. Heartbroken, humiliated, and trapped on a business trip with the man her cousin was set to marry, Kisarel did the unthinkable – she begged her boss to make her forget her boyfriend's betrayal. Oceans swore he didn't touch his employees. He swore his heart only belonged to a certain strange woman he'd been looking for, who saved his life so many years ago. But the moment Kisarel kissed him, every resolution he made shattered. And after their one sinful night together, Mr. Stark couldn't let Kisarel go. He began to do everything within his power to get her even more entangled in his web of obsession. There were a thousand reasons she should have stayed away from him. She ignored every single one. He knew every part of her belonged to someone else. But every part of him didn't care. What neither of them knows is that Kisarel was the woman he's been searching for all along. Now, Oceans is set to call off his wedding with Kisarel's cousin, and he expects Kisarel to also call off her wedding with her cheating fiancé. Kisarel is now tangled in an obsession so hot that it might consume her whole. And Oceans is ready to drown his entire empire just to keep the woman he truly loves./1/118387/coverorgin.jpg?v=e77be29d2b00270f95c5b4f1f3b9fd59&imageMogr2/format/webp)
No Longer Your Shadow, Mr. CEO
Anabel woke up alone in her Manhattan penthouse, her billionaire husband Caleb missing from their bed once again. While folding his jacket, she found a hidden tablet containing a photo of a positive pregnancy test and intimate messages from a woman named Jodie. When Anabel secretly followed him, she saw him tenderly kissing the pregnant woman. The most chilling part? Jodie looked exactly like Anabel. Anabel wasn't a wife; she was just a placeholder for his college ex. When Anabel slammed the divorce papers on the table, Caleb sneered and tore them to pieces. "This marriage is a strategic alliance. It is not ending." He threatened to bankrupt her brother's firm if she dared to leave. To humiliate her further, Caleb moved his pregnant mistress into their company, gave Anabel's office away, and blatantly stole Anabel's unreleased jewelry designs to present as their own work. When she resisted, he physically pinned her against a wall, violently asserting his ownership. For three years, she had endured his coldness, acting as the perfect corporate wife. She couldn't understand how he could be so pathologically cruel, using her as a mere stand-in while systematically trying to strip away her life's work and dignity just to please his mistress. But the quiet, obedient wife was dead. At the executive board meeting, Anabel publicly exposed the stolen designs, dropped her resignation letter in front of a stunned Caleb, and walked out. Stepping into her ruthless new lawyer's waiting car, she grabbed the injunction lawsuit. It was time to burn his empire to the ground./1/111532/coverorgin.jpg?v=1055070da1fc74d6ec4d13f6a87d7bad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married to the CEO by Morning
After my boyfriend of four years publicly humiliated me at a charity gala, calling me a "charity case," I drowned my sorrows at a dive bar and had a one-night stand with a stranger. I woke up the next morning in a luxury hotel suite to find out the stranger was Christian Porter, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street. Worse, paparazzi had photographed us leaving the bar. He coldly informed me that the photos would create a scandal that could tank his company's upcoming IPO, costing him hundreds of millions. As if my world wasn't collapsing fast enough, I got a call that my younger brother had been arrested for assaulting my ex in my defense. Christian didn't want my apology; he wanted a solution. He slammed a prenuptial agreement on the table in front of me. He gave me an ultimatum: sign a two-year marriage contract to turn the scandal into a corporate fairy tale, or he would ruin me. Trapped, I agreed. But when my furious brother confronted him at the police station, Christian looked him dead in the eye and said something that left me breathless. "I didn't marry her to solve a problem," he said, his voice echoing in the small room. "I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years."/1/118360/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ebf6edbe5550182eec5b08fdf15f1d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Heiress: Claimed By The Ruthless Billionaire
Liana was the adopted heiress of the Pruitt family, engaged to Austin Carlisle. But her perfect life shattered the day the family's biological daughter, Serena, finally returned. On that exact morning, Liana woke up in a hotel room after being drugged, only to realize she had accidentally slept with Julian Carlisle—the ruthless Wall Street titan and her fiancé's terrifying uncle. To make matters worse, she rear-ended his custom Rolls-Royce in the pouring rain just hours later. That night at the family banquet, her adoptive parents publicly stripped her of her engagement, handing Austin over to Serena. Austin mocked her as a worthless charity case. When Liana returned home, she found her room destroyed, her belongings shoved into cardboard boxes to make way for the "true" heiress. "Get out of my house! And don't you ever come back!" Her family froze her trust fund, kicked her out into the thunderstorm, and severed all ties. She had spent years trying to be the perfect daughter, only to be discarded like garbage the second the real one appeared. And as if her life wasn't ruined enough, a courier delivered a seven-figure repair bill from Julian Carlisle for his damaged car. It was an astronomical debt meant to completely crush her and strip away her last illusion of survival. Staring at the invoice with nothing left to her name, the polished facade of the obedient heiress finally died. Liana wiped her tears and gripped the paper tight. "I'm going to earn every single cent of this money with my own two hands, and I'm going to throw it right back in that bastard's face!"/1/109659/coverorgin.jpg?v=750eea8762e2c45283a86a0bd2a6fe85&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Price, His Obsession (Erotic Billionaire/Dark Romance)
"Suck my c^ck, Rosabella. That's all you're good at. A hopeless orphan can only dream of luxury. Keep your filthy mouth out of my affair...use it only to make me cum." ****** Bella Hale has known suffering her entire life. Orphaned at sixteen, she survives on scraps and desperation. She does whatever it takes not to starve with only little dignity intact. She envies the rich-people who seem immune to hardship and pain. Yet she promised herself that if she ever got her hands on one of them, she would never let go. She was done suffering. Lucian Rodriguez is everything she should despise. A cold, selfish, ruthless billionaire with little conscience and no mercy... a man who knows how to smile for the world while keeping his darkness well hidden. Their worlds collide when Lucian's four-month-old daughter goes missing... and Bella finds her. Lucian offers no gratitude...and Bella refuses to let the opportunity slip. She demands compensation. Not just money, but security. A lifetime guarantee that she will never be poor again. In return, she will do whatever he wants. Her body. Her life. He can have it all. Bella is taken into his world-strictly as a deal. What she doesn't realize is that when you make a deal with the devil, you should never expect it to be fair. And she will learn too late that being poor was far better than belonging to Lucian Rodriguez. A deal turns into obsession. Survival into desire. Desire into Hate. Hate into Love. That love and commitment becomes the biggest and worst mistake. Will Bella's desperate deal destroy her? Or Will she become Lucian's destruction?/1/113144/coverorgin.jpg?v=2394d0ba427484bd9140e12e6cebf8b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Secret Ten Year Obsession
Brooke was supposed to marry her fiancé, Gaven, in less than twenty-four hours to secure her sick mother's corporate legacy. But the night before the wedding, she followed a mysterious text to a hotel suite, only to find Gaven pressing her half-sister against a sofa. Through the crack in the door, she recorded their sickening moans and their cold conspiracy to drain her mother's company the moment the marriage papers were signed. At the altar the next day, Brooke didn't say "I do." Instead, she hijacked the church's projector, broadcasting their sex tape and offshore fraud documents to hundreds of wealthy guests. But instead of supporting her, her own father stormed the altar and slapped her across the face with brutal force. He cared more about the corporate merger than his daughter, threatening to blacklist her from the industry, while Gaven vowed to completely destroy her. Bleeding and stripped of her family ties, Brooke walked out into a freezing downpour, completely isolated against a powerful family ready to ruin her sick mother's life's work. She had no money, no allies, and nowhere to go. Just as a furious Gaven chased her into the street, a massive black Maybach sliced through the rain and pulled up in front of her. Inside sat Foster Pruitt, the ruthless, terrifying billionaire whose life she had accidentally saved from a car wreck the night before. Knowing he desperately needed a wife to secure his own empire, Brooke climbed into his car and looked at the most dangerous man in the city. "Marry me."/1/117486/coverorgin.jpg?v=59d618d5a91f33600c5a10603b4ebf9c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns
Chloe Beaumont's adopted sister, Victoria, handed her a glass of champagne with a sweet smile right before the violent car crash. Victoria and Chloe's fiancé, Asher, left her in the freezing rain with broken ribs and a dislocated arm, certain she would die. When Chloe dragged her bleeding, mud-caked body back to the estate three days later, her family didn't offer a shred of comfort. Instead, Victoria squeezed out fake tears, claiming Chloe had gone insane. "Mother! Chloe came back and started saying these crazy things, and then she attacked me!" Her stepmother slapped her, her brothers called her a disgrace, and her father coldly watched as they accused Chloe of faking her horrific wounds for attention. They even conspired to marry her off to a dying, reclusive heir just to clear the path for Victoria's grand engagement. Looking at their disgusted faces, Chloe's usually warm eyes turned to ice. She finally understood that her own family never cared if she lived or died; they only wanted her out of the way. But she wasn't the weak, naive girl they thought they had broken. Using her hidden skills, Chloe meticulously painted a grotesque, permanent-looking burn scar across her cheek. She picked the lock of her bedroom door and headed straight for Victoria and Asher's lavish engagement party. If they wanted to treat her like a ruined monster, she would use that mask to tear their perfect, glittering world to shreds./1/117643/coverorgin.jpg?v=da723588927b8f40171c43002c4d61a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Divorcing The Billionaire: My Spectacular Comeback
I thought my cold marriage to billionaire Ernst Winters was finally thawing after a night of unexpected intimacy. But the next morning, he threw a check in my face, accusing me of drugging his water just to get pregnant. Desperate to prove my innocence, I confronted my adoptive mother, who had been in our room that night. Instead of defending me, she fell to her knees in front of Ernst, crying fake tears. "She did this once before, you know, just to get you to marry her. We can't let Haley stand in the way of your happiness with Keely any longer." Ernst looked at me like I was a monster. I was chased out into the rain, hit by his car, and left to rot in a hospital bed while they threw a lavish welcome party for my cousin Keely's return. Stripped of my marriage and family, I tried to start over by applying to a prestigious design firm. But the interviewer publicly humiliated me, throwing my portfolio on the floor and calling me a cheap plagiarist. When I looked up the genius new designer I supposedly copied, my blood ran cold. It was Keely. She hadn't just orchestrated the end of my marriage; she had stolen my graduation portfolio and claimed my entire life's work as her own. The grief vanished, replaced by a cold, hard fury. My original, hand-drawn sketches were still locked in a storage box in my adoptive mother's attic. It was time to go back and burn their perfect little world to the ground./1/116605/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcffae0bee8e4569dc9915993a0857ad&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Unwanted Wife Returns With Secret Twins
Chloe Kensington went to her billionaire husband's private suite to share the news of her pregnancy. But pushing open the door, she found him intimately holding a woman who had her exact same face. She finally understood she was never a wife, just a cheap, convenient placeholder. When she fled into the freezing rain and texted him about the baby, Axel responded by throwing a brutal divorce agreement at her. "I don't want this accident," he said with empty eyes. Before she could even fight back, his true love brought thugs to the estate, injected Chloe with a paralyzing drug, and drenched the walls in gasoline. "Tomorrow's headline will be so tragic," the woman smirked, striking a match to burn Chloe and the unborn heir to ashes. As the flames roared and thick smoke choked her lungs, Chloe's heart completely died. She didn't understand why her devotion was treated like garbage, and how he could let them erase her existence so easily. Four years later, she returned as Elena, an untouchable medical consultant, holding the hands of her fierce four-year-old twins. When they accidentally crossed paths on a train, Axel stared at her with red, trembling eyes, desperately calling her name. Chloe just looked at him with absolute disgust. "Excuse me, sir. Keep your hands to yourself."/1/114448/coverorgin.jpg?v=a9ee78db376d83f62fbd9f98ad644524&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Widowed CEO's Contract Bride
Love sometimes arrived when people least expected it, and often through the last person they would've imagined. At forty years old, Daniel lived a life built around routine. His days revolved around managing the family company as its CEO while raising his three children alone. After losing his wife, grief slowly consumed him and turned him into a distant, guarded man over the years. Meanwhile, Deanna lived an ordinary life. She worked part-time while studying at the School of the Arts, determined to achieve her dream of becoming an opera singer. With only one year left before graduation, her life suddenly changed when her friend Harry came to her in desperation and begged for help. An old family tradition stood in Harry's way and prevented him from marrying his pregnant girlfriend. According to the family's rules, Daniel, his older brother, had to marry first. In order to help Harry out of the situation, Daniel and Deanna agreed to fake a relationship and enter a marriage of convenience. They were complete opposites, yet the attraction between them slowly became impossible to ignore. Daniel found the warmth and comfort that had long disappeared from his life, while Deanna experienced love again after suffering through a painful breakup. For the first time in years, Daniel finally had a chance to rebuild the family he thought he'd lost forever. However, not everyone wanted to see them together. Hidden motives, outside interference, and countless schemes constantly threatened to drive them apart. Their journey wasn't easy. Aside from dealing with people determined to complicate their relationship, they also had to confront their own fears and insecurities. A fifteen-year age gap was never going to be simple to overcome. Still, the heart followed its own path, and love rarely listened to reason./1/115137/coverorgin.jpg?v=589b5ef8620ab207245d4a00bed5be7c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
His Broken Bride Is A Hidden Genius
Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life. But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn. Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace. That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing. Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream. When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement. "Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever." Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled. Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions. The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity. She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart./1/118681/coverorgin.jpg?v=af0f84b72b00924c74366abb4bcfd49b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir
Five years ago, Colette Orr was drugged and hunted by her own stepsister and fiancé. To survive the night, she hid in a dark hotel suite and accidentally gave herself to a dangerous, wounded stranger. Now a struggling single mother working as a hotel manager, her nightmare returned. Her stepsister Chelsey was hosting her lavish wedding at Colette's hotel. They lured Colette into a trap, violently forced her into a shredded, filthy wedding dress, and dragged her onto the main stage. Under the blinding spotlight, Chelsey publicly humiliated Colette, weeping fake tears while framing her as a deranged stalker and a corporate spy. The elite crowd sneered with disgust, demanding she be arrested, while the groom's mother pointed at Colette's five-year-old son and viciously called him a fatherless bastard. Clutching her little boy, Leo, Colette trembled with a mix of absolute despair and raw rage. She had already given up her inheritance and her past to escape their venom. Why wouldn't they just let her and her son live in peace? Suddenly, the grand ballroom doors crashed open. Julian Heath IV, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire—and the stranger from that dark room five years ago—strode in with an army of guards. Before Colette could run, her genius son launched himself at the terrifying titan's leg. "Daddy!" Leo shouted to the silent room. Julian's cold eyes locked onto Colette, and with a terrifyingly calm voice, he ordered his men to seal every exit./1/115987/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260612002436&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Married To The Monster Groom
Clara's sister refused to marry the man she was engaged to. People said her fiancé was terrifying to look at. They called him cold-hearted, ruthless... and there were even rumors saying he couldn't love anyone at all. Her mother broke down in front of Clara and begged desperately, "My dear... please help your sister this once. Marry him instead of her. I'm begging you." The whole situation sounded absurd. Even so, she still agreed. Everything changed on the night of the wedding. The man everyone described as a monster turned out to be unbelievably handsome. But the moment his icy eyes landed on her, Clara felt her chest tighten. "You're unbearably ugly," he said. At first, Clara thought he would at least treat her with distant politeness. But instead, she encountered unexpected brutality. He shoved her onto the bed without hesitation, and his voice cut through the silence sharply. "I don't care what your face looks like. Starting today, you belong to me." Clara lifted her head slowly while her heartbeat pounded wildly inside her chest. Even so, she still forced herself to answer calmly, "But you... don't seem impotent at all." Then came the moment he finally removed every disguise. A dark smile slowly appeared on his lips. "So the rumors were wrong after all... But now, there's no escaping your responsibility as my wife."/1/116326/coverorgin.jpg?v=73056339787d7e5e92efc1662d4d840e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
