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Married To The Fake Mad Billionaire

Married To The Fake Mad Billionaire

I am the illegitimate, mute daughter of the wealthy Owen family, kept hidden in the attic like a shameful secret. To save his failing company, my father decided to sell me off to a repulsive, predatory investor named Grossman. At the family dinner, Grossman's sweaty hands roamed my bare legs while my half-sister Kaleigh intentionally spilled red wine on my dress, laughing as she watched me suffer. When I grabbed a steak knife to defend myself, my father slammed his fist on the table. "Sit down, or I will cut off the maintenance payments for your mother's grave." My stepmother and sister sneered, treating me like a piece of meat meant to be sacrificed for their luxury. I was starved, locked away, and treated worse than a stray dog, all while my family paraded their high-society status to the world. I couldn't understand why they hated me so deeply, or who really ordered the hit that killed my mother twenty years ago. The police reports were buried, and I was entirely powerless, trapped in a house of monsters. But they didn't know that the night before, I had accidentally stumbled into the secret life of Burleigh Livingston—the ruthless, supposedly paralyzed billionaire who was faking his madness. When Burleigh suddenly crashed our family dinner and threw a limitless Black Card on the table to outbid Grossman and buy me for the night, I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, accepted his twisted deal, and prepared to use the devil himself to tear my family apart.
THE BILLIONAIRE'S PHOENIX

THE BILLIONAIRE'S PHOENIX

VANESSA They say revenge is a dish best served cold. But for me, that's not enough. I want it to hit so hard they beg for their lives. Five years ago, my own husband left me to die in a fire. I watched him walk away, his eyes full of hate. In my last moments, I thought about how unfair it was, that I was dying while the people who did wrong were free. As if some higher power heard me, I was saved. Now, I'm back and my only purpose is to give Ethan Croft exactly what he deserves. He took everything from me, and now I will take everything he loves, in the most painful way possible. I have it all planned out. But there's something or someone else I didn't plan on. Ceron Morrison. He's tall, dark, and dangerously handsome. He's a mystery and a distraction I can't afford. He's a threat to the revenge I have sworn to complete. But no matter what comes my way, I'll make Ethan pay. I'll burn his entire world to the ground, even if it means I get burned in the flames, too. CERON Vanessa Ashford has taken over my mind without even trying. The first time I saw her, she was putting a thief on the ground at the airport with a single, perfect kick. I was captivated. As the heir to a powerful family, I'm used to getting anything I want. And I want her. I want to know her secrets. Vanessa has built high walls around herself, but I am not a quitter. As I slowly peel back the layers, I'm discovering a past filled with pain. I can see the fire of vengeance burning in her eyes, a fire so strong it could destroy her. My family wants me to secure our legacy with a sensible, strategic marriage. But all I can think about is the woman who wears her revenge like a custom-made gown. I know I should walk away. But something in me can't stand the thought of her facing the darkness alone. The real question is, when she finally plays her last card, will I be the one to save her? Or will I just become another victim caught in the crossfire?
My High School Sweetheart, Reimagined

My High School Sweetheart, Reimagined

The preacher' s voice echoed in the barn as I stood at the altar, ready to marry Jocelyn, my high school sweetheart. This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but all I saw was the twisted metal of a Ford Explorer. In another life, our 25th wedding anniversary ended with a phone call: "Your wife... she didn't make it. She wasn't alone, sir. A man was with her. Ryan Scott." The grief was a physical wound, but the betrayal poisoned twenty-five years of my life. Now, miraculously, I was back. Reborn on this very day, given a second chance. Not to fix it, but to end it before it began. "No," I declared, cutting through the vows like a gunshot. Jocelyn' s smile faltered, confusion widening her perfect eyes. A cold fury fueled me as I told her I didn' t love her anymore, then leaped from the loft, limping away from the life of quiet misery I refused to live again. But despite my escape, she kept coming back – cleaning my apartment, charming my parents. It had to be about money, I reasoned, rumors of her family' s debt swirling. I even offered her a financial bailout, demanding she leave me alone. "You think this is about money?" she whispered, tears streaming. "I came back, too! I came back for you!" Her words shattered my carefully constructed reality. She came back, too? Impossible. She collapsed, and I later saw her with Ryan Scott, the man she died with. Rage confirmed my initial suspicions. But then, she found me, telling a story of an entity, a parasite, that controlled her in our past life, leading to the crash. And then, she collapsed again, sick. I finally learned the truth: Glioblastoma. My cancer, from my old life. She had taken my fate. This wasn't just a second chance, but a cosmic correction. And now, reborn again, I stood before her in high school. "Hi," I said, my voice filled with a love that had crossed lifetimes. "I'm Ethan Lester. It's nice to meet you. For the first time. Again."
Hate That I Love you

Hate That I Love you

"Arisse, let's go home" my best friend Kim pulled me "No. I'll stay here. Let's drink some more. I want to forget" I said and raised a glass of whiskey. I stood in the middle of the dancefloor and shouted there. I grind my body to the accompaniment of the song. I let my body go with every beat of the music "Let's go, Arisse please" Kim whispered to me as I saw a man dancing by her side. Who wouldn't be attracted to my best friend with a very white complexion? Has a pointed nose. The eyes are black and have long eyelashes. Add to that her waist length black hair. Her lips were red and just the right thickness. Its body is perfect like an hour glass. I closed my eyes again and felt the music inside the bar. I just really want to forget this night. Let me please. I ground my waist as violent arms pulled me. I was greeted by a pair of angry eyes "You go home or I'll drag you out" he said with emphasis "Let go of me!" and tried to pull his arm back but it only tightened his grip on me He pulled me out of the bar for nothing, not caring if we bumped into someone. "I'm hurting Mark" I said causing him to let go of my arms. Behind him I saw Kim who attended me immediately. "Sorry. I knew I wouldn't be able to bring you home, so I called Mark," Kim explained "Could it be Arisse, I know you're a b*tch but don't feel sorry for Kim! Look, I've always caught her here taking care of you when you're drunk! She's a sensible woman, don't make her look like you" Mark yelled at me "Why didn't I tell him to come with me! He came here willingly, I didn't text him or call him. I sent him home, he didn't want to. I wanted to stay!" "Go, get back there!" he shouted and pushed me into the bar "Mark" Kim stopped her boyfriend "It's annoying Kim that even you will be held because of what he's doing, if he wants to get away, just don't take you with him" he said and stormed off to his car "Arisse, come I'll take you home. I promised Uncle that I would take you home" I stared at my best friend. I saw the worry in his eyes which made me agree. We rode quietly in the back of Mark's car. Silence enveloped the inside of the car before Mark started it I was looking out the window. Watching every passing vehicle. I let out a few sighs "Are you okay?" I looked at Kim. I looked directly into his eyes before shaking my head. "You can tell me everything. I'm always here to listen" he said sincerely "Prin is cheating on me" the tears that I had been hiding came out Kim's eyes showed surprise and confusion "How? I mean, Prin is impossible? Maybe you're just suspicious?" "No, I saw their text messages. I saw all the 'I love you', 'How are you', 'I miss you', Even in our anniversary, she texted the woman 'I wish you're here with me tonight '" more and more tears flowed from my eyes. I wiped it violently. "I'm with Kim. It was our fucking anniversary. I surprised him. I did all the things he wanted us to do, then I can read it! The pain is like I've been stabbed and stabbed again and again, here" while pointing to my heart before resting my head on the backrest of the car. I let my tears fall. "Did you two talk already?" Mark groined while peering at me in the car's rearview mirror. "I can't. I can't see him right now. I'm too vulnerable "Maybe you should hear his explanation as well" he said lazily "You're your best friend because you can defend yourself. You're both stupid together!" I said before closing my eyes I felt Kim's warm hand caressing my palms. He put my head on his shoulder while stroking my hair "Everything will be okay. Calm down first. You don't want to talk to him while you're angry, you might not understand each other even more. Take a break first" I nodded in response. 5 years. I thought we were strong. I thought that was enough to say that Prin and I love each other. 1st year high school when I met him. The moment I saw him I knew he's the one that's why when he flirted I answered him immediately. I was happy in our relationship. Contented with the things he gives me. Everyone who sees us always says "we are made for each other" and I fucking believe that! I love him with every bit of my heart but he just hurt me! He hurt me that I feel like I am dying. I want this feeling to stop It hurts. Fucking hurt