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Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Bound To The Ruthless Billionaire Captor

Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed. On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift. He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe. "Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?" He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands. "Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors." Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life? Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
The Jilted Wife's Comeback: Saving My Son

The Jilted Wife's Comeback: Saving My Son

Isadora was happily pregnant with triplets, resting in a VIP clinic while waiting for her billionaire husband, Julian. Then, a text shattered her perfect life: a photo of another woman's lingerie scattered across Julian's hotel bed. When she frantically called him, he didn't deny the affair. "That baby has become a complication. Get rid of it," Julian ordered coldly, his mistress's laughter echoing in the background. The brutal betrayal sent Isadora into immediate, agonizing premature labor. She flatlined on the operating table, her body giving out from the sheer trauma. Though she miraculously delivered the triplets, a corrupt nurse used the chaos to secretly swap her third son with a stillborn infant. Isadora woke up to a living hell, her marriage destroyed and her youngest child pronounced dead. Six years later, hiding in London, fate dealt her another cruel hand. Her surviving son, Leo, was dying, and the only medical cure was cord blood from a new sibling sired by his biological father. How could she possibly return to the monster who had treated her children like disposable garbage? But as she watched Leo's frail chest rise and fall on life support, her suffocating grief hardened into diamond-sharp resolve. Shedding the skin of a broken mother, Isadora put on a tailored power suit and booked a one-way flight to New York. To save her son, she would drug her ruthless ex-husband, steal his DNA, and burn his entire empire to the ground.
Losting my feelings

Losting my feelings

The surroundings are noisy as I make my way home, umbrella in hand, I hurry to shore up the potholed road as the children run. The rain is getting stronger but the people here don't care about the approaching typhoon. They continue to rush down the road. Most of the ones I see are gambling on one side, on the other side drinking while singing. In other words, it's like a fiesta here where I live. I closed the umbrella before going home. But what appeared to me again was the mother holding a card. They gamble here inside the house with gossips like him, I put the umbrella behind the door. I haven't even gotten far from my mother calling my name. "Natasha!" I looked at my mother who was in the living room, I heard the heavy rain while waiting for what she had to say. "Yes?" "Come here!" I sighed and approached the mother, when I was at her side she easily extended her palm. "Give me money!" "Yes?" ”Are you deaf now, Natasha? Aren't you now getting paid at the bakery!” "Yes mother, but I will sell this medicine to father.." "I'll buy it, mine!" I didn't want to hand the money to my mother, she was dealt a card and I knew that my hard work could only be lost in two weeks. "Don't worry, I'll buy it from outside.." he gave me a bad look, at this time I knew there was nothing I could do. ”Are you bossing me around this house, Natasha!” "N-not like that, mother.." "Then give him your money!" I felt bad when I snatched more than three thousand from my old bag. I cried when I handed it to mom as I felt hunger in my stomach. "Is this all?" "O-opo.." my voice screamed. "Oh, he is! There are vegetables in the kitchen, cook them and feed them to your father first!" My body is heavy when I turn my back on my mother, in this house I am the first born. It's not just the firstborn, the cook, the laundress and the cleanliness of the surroundings. At the age of seventeen, the word social did not resonate with me. I scratch not for myself, but also for my family that I don't know if they consider me family. "Sister!" the youngest girl came up to me, smiling. ”Did you buy me slippers?” I nodded at this, smiling slightly. ”Yes, it is on the side of the door. Just take it..” "Yes!" he happily ran out, I headed to the table where the wrapped mixed vegetables were. After a while, my youngest brother screamed again, he entered the kitchen. "Sister, this is not what I want!" twelve year old chloe grumbled. I was only able to buy a simple slipper because I only fit it in my closet earlier, I couldn't buy the expensive sandals he wanted for his studies. "Next time sister will buy what you want, hm?" "I do not want!" he threw a pair of slippers on the floor. "That's yours, your promise is useless!" he turned and stared at me, my throat was closing as he slowly looked at the slippers that had been bought. If they are they can afford to waste money on such things, but I am. I almost looked for and chased the money just to give and make them happy. But I didn't hear even the slightest thanks. I let out a heavy breath, picked up the slipper and set it aside. Before I could start, mother entered the kitchen. "What a shame you are acting, Natasha!" from the tone of his voice I knew he lost the gamble, I prayed that he didn't regret the money I gave him earlier. "You only gave me three thousand, isn't your salary around four thousand!" "I'm budgeting because that's the money I have left over.." "Ah then, you have a budget while we are here without money?!" "I have already given you the salary, father's medicine is only one thousand.." "How about a thousand, I'll buy a month's worth of his medicine. How can I pay for the electricity if you don't give it enough!” ”I broke it last week, didn't I? The electricity has been paid..” He slammed the table in front of me. ”I bought a lot with that money, I haven't paid yet!” I closed my eyes because of the problems he throws at me, I'm not the first born, I should take everything. He won't even help me with the expenses, he'd rather lose it in gambling. "Your money is mine!" "Mother.." ”You will not give it!” tightly holding my arm, his long nails digging into it as he glared at me. "They feed you there at work, don't they!" "P-per in--" "Said mine!" He forced me to grope, but because I moved away I didn't accidentally push the mother. "Ouch!" he sat down on the floor, grimacing as he held his hips. He looked up at me, his gaze evil. ”Are you fighting me now?!” he stood up. "N-no mom, I-I didn't mean it.." "You're useless!" he pulled my hair, I almost cried as he dragged me out of the house. That's when the father came out, struggling to move the wheel of his wheelchair while calling the mother's name. "Helda!" I heard my father's voice from outside, but my mother was angry with me and pushed me down outside our shack. "Get out of here, don't come back until you have money!" Tears flowed from my eyes, before I could stand up, mother marched into the
The Art of Falling in Love with a Star

The Art of Falling in Love with a Star

Misty Brooke is a frustrated developmental editor but still has clear goals in mind: finish the manuscripts assigned to her every time and be a well-acclaimed author by publishing her book someday. Head in front of papers and computer where various romances and other genres in written words spark, eyeglasses on, a pencil or pen in her hands, she knows clearly she doesn't have sufficient time to do other things that would hinder her working life-especially the thought of falling in love. That is, until... Someone so unexpected entered the scene. Evan Park. He is a Korean singer-songwriter, composer, and producer, an idol who is one of the most popular soloists in the South Korean music industry. Foxed-like eyes focused on monitors, fingers swiftly moving on keyboards, big headphones on ears, and recording his soulful voice through a microphone; performing on stages, that's how his days and nights usually go. When Misty met funny, mischievous, handsome Evan for the first time in the most undesirable situation she could ever imagine, she didn't recognize him at first. Eventually, she was shocked to learn that Evan was an idol. In Misty's mind, he was exactly the kind of distraction she would normally avoid. As a series of fortunate and unfortunate events happened between them, Misty felt growingly trapped by a petrifying realization-she just might be falling for a star, a popular star. Can music and written words put both of their hearts at ease with an ever-growing spark of affection, despite having two different backgrounds and restrictions around them? Are they willing to risk so much for love?
The Werewolf I Love

The Werewolf I Love

A girl who sees too much. A boy who hides what he is. A secret that could burn both their worlds down. In the heart of the city, eighteen-year-old Ivy is a ghost. Reserved and misunderstood, she finds her only escape in her sketchbook. Hoping to pull her out of her shell, her parents move her to a remote cabin in the North Woods-a place where the silence is heavy and the shadows seem to move. Deep in those woods, Ivy witnesses the impossible: a boy named Silas shattering and reforming into a massive, charcoal wolf. Silas is a prince of a hidden world, bound by ancient laws to keep his kind a secret from "the hairless ones." But he is a rebel, drawn to the human world, and when he saves Ivy from a lethal bear attack, the thin veil between their lives vanishes. As Ivy's parents unknowingly welcome the predator into their home to heal, a forbidden bond forms-one that defies the laws of the pack and the logic of the human world. But the woods have ears. Silas's father, the ruthless Alpha, smells the human scent on his son's skin, and the pack is closing in to "clear" the threat. To protect the girl he loves, Silas must challenge the Alpha in a brutal duel for the right to be free. But even if he wins, a new shadow is rising. Men with scanners and tactical gear are moving into the forest, and they aren't looking for a story-they're looking for a specimen. The hunt has begun. And this time, there is nowhere left to hide.
The CEO's Enigmatic Bride

The CEO's Enigmatic Bride

Leah Martin is desperate. Her late father's beloved art gallery is on the brink of collapse, and with mounting debts, she's running out of options. When Adrian Cole, a powerful yet emotionally detached billionaire, proposes a one-year marriage contract to salvage his public image in exchange for saving her gallery, Leah has no choice but to agree. Adrian needs stability to secure his company's future, and Leah is the perfect candidate-uncomplicated, independent, and with nothing to lose. Their arrangement is purely transactional: staged appearances, public affection, and strict rules to keep emotions out of the equation. But stepping into Adrian's world is more overwhelming than Leah expected. The media scrutinizes her every move, branding her a gold-digger, and Veronica Hale, Adrian's cunning ex-lover, is determined to ruin their arrangement. Yet, the biggest threat is the unexpected connection forming between Leah and Adrian. As she glimpses the man beneath the controlled exterior, she begins to question everything. When Veronica's schemes escalate and Adrian's carefully guarded secrets surface, Leah realizes she's fallen for the one man who can never truly be hers. With their contract nearing its end, they must make a choice-continue living a lie or risk their hearts for something real. A gripping billionaire romance filled with passion, power struggles, and redemption, The CEO's Enigmatic Bride is a tale of love found in the most unexpected places.