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Bought The Billionaire For One Night

Bought The Billionaire For One Night

A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.
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.
The CEO's Unwanted Wife Strikes Back

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.
Sold To My Ex's Billionaire Uncle

Sold To My Ex's Billionaire Uncle

Kelsey's son was dying, and the medical bills were a six-figure death sentence. To save him, her stepmother forced her to a hotel to sleep with her loathsome fiancé. But she entered the wrong suite and spent the night with a terrifying stranger. The next morning, she saw the magazine on the table and her blood ran cold. The man was Burleigh Mckay IV, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire—and her fiancé’s uncle. She ran, but a man like him owned the world. He tracked her down and threw a brutal contract in her face, buying her body for three months in exchange for her son's life. She became his secret possession. Her fiancé publicly dumped her for his mistress, and her stepmother threatened to have her son killed in the hospital if she didn't extort five million dollars from the billionaire. Driven to a corner, Kelsey took a dangerous stunt double job to earn the money herself. But the lead actress was her fiancé's mistress. She deliberately pushed Kelsey into a deep water tank, triggering her crippling phobia of drowning. As the dark water filled her lungs, Kelsey felt nothing but agonizing despair. She had sold her dignity, her body, and her soul just to keep her son safe, yet they still wanted her dead. Just as she lost consciousness, a massive splash broke the surface. The untouchable billionaire had dived in. And as he dragged her out and breathed life into her lungs, he finally recognized her scent. She was the nameless girl who had saved his life five years ago.
The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage

The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage

For twenty years, I obeyed my adoptive family, enduring my stepsister's mockery and my parents' cold neglect. But at a lavish hotel party, my stepsister forced a glass of spiked champagne into my hands. As my vision blurred and a strange, creeping heat consumed my body, my adoptive mother looked at me with ice-cold eyes. "We raised you for twenty years. It's time you paid us back." They had sold me to a sweaty, middle-aged businessman to save their failing company. I watched the man approach with a triumphant smirk, his oily hand reaching out to claim me. A wave of sheer nausea and profound betrayal hit me. I couldn't believe the people I called family were treating me like livestock to be traded. Using my last ounce of strength, I shoved him away and fled down the maze-like hallway. Terrified, dizzy, and desperate to hide from my pursuers, I stumbled into a random unlocked suite. I crashed into a tall stranger with sharp gray eyes before the world went completely black. When I woke up, I was in a presidential suite, wearing a man's oversized silk shirt. Sitting across from me was Damian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO and uncrowned king of Wall Street. I thought he would hand me a check to buy my silence or throw me back to my abusers. Instead, he looked at me calmly and offered me a deal. "Marry me, and the Foster family will never dare to touch you again." I looked at the marriage contract, took a deep breath, and chose to survive.
My Roommate's Billionaire Boyfriend Broke My Heart

My Roommate's Billionaire Boyfriend Broke My Heart

Four years ago, Dianna confronted Holden about their secret, tender night at the beach house. Instead of acknowledging it, he dragged her into a dark alley, threw a thick stack of cash at her feet, and told her to name her price to disappear. He looked at her with utter disgust, claiming he was blackout drunk that night and that she was nothing but a pathetic mistake he wished never happened. Shattered, Dianna fled to Los Angeles, spending four agonizing years erasing him from her life. But tonight, her roommate proudly brought home a new, wildly wealthy boyfriend—Holden. He treated Dianna like a piece of furniture, pretending they had never met. When she slipped and fell in the freezing rain, he simply stared at her bleeding on the pavement, withdrew his hand, and coldly walked away. Dianna thought her heart couldn't break any further, until her roommate happily bragged about her new boyfriend's perfect self-control. "Holden basically never drinks. He's always completely sober." The words hit Dianna like a lightning strike. The drunken excuse was a lie. He had been completely, coldly sober when he invented that cruel charade just to destroy her. Why? When Holden unexpectedly knocked on their dorm door moments later, locking his dark eyes onto hers, her roommate innocently asked if they knew each other from high school. The desperate, pleading girl from four years ago was dead. Dianna met his gaze with an impenetrable, icy mask. "No," she said. "I don't know him."
My Son's To Thier Straight Father

My Son's To Thier Straight Father

I'm in the bar with my friends because we're celebrating Cassie's birthday. That's why you let us drink. I only drink a little because I can't go back to my boarding house. And I'm also not used to drinking a lot because I have a low tolerance when it comes to drinking, so I get drunk easily even with just a few shots. "Kai, bat you don't drink lets party. Don't be unfair to us don't worry too much just let it be wasted" he said then drank the wine he was holding and went to the dance floor. And Dani gave me a glass with only something to drink because I also didn't want to be unfair to them. Cassie is also right, that's why Kuna is worth it. I drank a few shots of tequila and now Dani and Cassie and I are dancing together with the people here at the bar. I was a bit dizzy so I left there and went to the counter. And suddenly someone approached me, a man who claimed to be handsome and energetic and he was carrying wine. "What are you new here? I just saw such a handsome man." he said and my face warmed up "Yes, I just came here. I'm with my friend because it's his birthday" I said and looked at the two friends who were going to dance with a man. "Anyway here drink this" he said with a frown on my forehead while looking at the glass he held out. "Don't worry it's free, I'm the owner of this bar and your new here so you need to drink one of this" he said and because I'm also curious what it tastes like because based on the bottle it's very different from I drank earlier.