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My Billionaire's Weird Love

My Billionaire's Weird Love

"We both know this match is not our will. For that reason, I'm offering you a contract." My eyes widened in shock at Harrison's words-an open proposal from a man I had only met for the first time. What the average family could never pull off happened effortlessly among the right people. I scanned through the printed agreement in my hands. No interference in each other's personal lives Absolute confidentiality of the marriage contract, agreed upon by both parties The marriage shall last a minimum of two years. If separation is still difficult to implement after that period, the contract may be extended until circumstances permit otherwise Some of the clauses were... interesting. A contract like this wasn't natural for a couple about to get married. But strangely, it made me feel more prepared than blindly stepping into the unknown as a member of the Marcus family. "I deliberately left the last page blank," Harrison said calmly, tapping the paper with his finger. "Please write your conditions." His assistant smoothly placed a ballpoint pen into my hand. I didn't hesitate. Respect both families as one No physical contact Separate bedrooms I've always preferred being alone. I've never had a boyfriend-and I never cared to. Unfortunately, my sister did. She was in love, yet she had been betrothed to a billionaire's son she was now being forced to marry. I pitied her. So I made a decision that changed everything. I replaced her. Harrison Marcus, the billionaire's son, didn't want to marry a stranger either. So he proposed a contract-to me. Helping my sister. A marriage without love. A deal that would end in divorce. Or so we thought. Two years later, we planned to file for divorce and walk away like strangers. But contracts don't account for feelings... and neither did we.
Silent Moon

Silent Moon

In "Silent Moon: A Lycan's Tale of Rejection, Redemption, and Motherhood", you will embark on a journey of a young woman who had everything taken from her, including the love of those closest to her. This heart-wrenching story explores the themes of rejection, perseverance, redemption, and the unwavering bond between a mother and her children. As the protagonist navigates a world that despises her, she finds solace in the arms of a stranger and bears his child. However, her mate, who had previously rejected her, continues to covet her beauty and poses a significant threat to her newfound happiness. After being enslaved, bullied, and isolated by those around her, the Lycan King claims her as his mate. She must then run and raise her babies in secrecy, while grappling with the truth behind her parents' death and the dangers lurking in the Lycan Kingdom. Through the pages of this book, you will be taken on a journey of self-discovery, empowerment, and growth. You will witness the protagonist's transformation from a victim of circumstance to a strong and resilient mother who fights for her children's safety and happiness. As the story unfolds, you will be left with food for thought on the power of love, forgiveness, and the enduring strength of the human spirit. This book is for anyone who has ever felt rejected, lost, or alone, and who seeks a story of hope and triumph. Warning: This book contains mature themes and content, including violence and sexual situations. Reader discretion is advised. "Silent Moon: A Lycan's Tale of Rejection, Redemption, and Motherhood" is a must-read for anyone who loves a gripping, emotional story that leaves a lasting impact. So, come along on this journey and discover the transformative power of love, hope, and the resilience of the human spirit.
From Wedding Wreckage To Starlight

From Wedding Wreckage To Starlight

For ten years, Olivia Hayes was my universe. As an astrophysicist, I understood the vastness of space, but she was my sun, the center of my gravity, for whom I even gave up career opportunities. Our wedding day was meant to be the culmination of our decade-long love. But the day before our wedding, searching for a photo album, I stumbled upon a shoebox filled with letters and recent photos confirming her ongoing affair with Liam, her high school ex. My meticulously built life crumbled, revealing I was nothing more than a "safety net," a "formality." The next day, a ghost at my own wedding, I watched as Liam crashed the ceremony, publicly declared his "love" for Olivia, and then shoved me, breaking my leg. Olivia, instead of rushing to my aid, accused me of making a scene and left with Liam, prioritizing his fake panic attack over my real injury. In the hospital, she ignored my calls, then chastised me for needing her, demanding I give her my grandmother's ring for Liam's "peace of mind." She stole it while I was recovering. She then audaciously invited me to a "getting back on track" family BBQ, a cruel public spectacle where Liam played the happy host. There, she threatened to ruin my reputation if I didn't play along. She chased me to my hotel, attempting a desperate seduction, but when Liam called, her true priority became clear. She rushed to his side again, leaving me heartbroken and alone. Olivia, in a twisted display, held a "makeup wedding" where Liam, not me, was the groom. He shoved me again, breaking my leg a second time, and Olivia, with icy fury, had me thrown out. The security guard, though sympathetic, delivered the final blow: a note from me, leaving her with the words: "I loved you. Goodbye." She eventually found me in Chile, begging, but faced with my calm finality and another woman by my side, her illusion shattered. She spiraled into abandonment, ultimately consumed by her own web of deceit, while I found peace under the clear Chilean stars.
A Divorce for True Love

A Divorce for True Love

The pregnancy test showed two lines. I was pregnant, overjoyed. Then Olivia, my husband Liam' s childhood friend, announced her own pregnancy. That night, Liam told me Olivia' s baby was his. To protect her, he needed me to say my baby wasn' t his, that I had been unfaithful. My world shattered. He demanded I take the blame, destroy our child' s legitimacy for her reputation. When I protested, tears streaming, he sighed impatiently, coldly stating it was "the right thing." He then left to check on Olivia, leaving his pregnant wife devastated. The next day, I learned he planned to take Olivia abroad. I called his mother, Sarah, sobbing out his betrayal. She promised to help, but Liam then locked me in our room, confiscating my phone and keys, declaring, "You are not touching that baby. It' s a Stone, and it will be born." He wanted control, not care. I couldn' t let my child be born into this lie. At my birthday party, Liam shamelessly celebrated Olivia and their baby, letting his family publicly humiliate and accuse me of infidelity. Olivia and her parents then staged a fall, framing me, and demanding I leave. Liam, oblivious, chose her. I was sick with rage, humiliation, and utter disbelief. How could this man, my husband, betray me so completely, destroy our life, and then force this charade upon me? With Sarah' s help, I made my decision. That same day, I left with the divorce papers and booked an appointment. I was freeing myself, and my child, from his cruel control and this toxic charade.
The Divine Pact

The Divine Pact

Thea Gibson lived a perfectly ordinary life. By day, she served drinks at the local bar, earning just enough to pay the rent and keep her bills from piling up. She wasn't one for extravagant spending, preferring quiet nights at home with her nose buried in the latest paranormal fantasy novel. It was easier to get lost in a world of mythical creatures and epic battles than face the real one, where she tried-and often failed-to suppress the awkwardness that followed her like a shadow. Most nights, she relished her solitude, but that didn't stop her best friend Shae from dragging her to parties. "You need to get out more!" Shae would say with that infectious energy that made it impossible to say no. Thea would end up surrounded by strangers, nursing a drink in a corner, wishing she could escape into the pages of her book instead of pretending to enjoy herself. The only bright spot? Detective Josh Cooper. He was always there, with his captivating smile and those deep eyes that seemed to see right through her. Thea had a secret crush on him. But that was all it was-a harmless fantasy. That all changed one fateful night. The bar was quieter than usual when a figure appeared in the doorway. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as Thea stared at him. He was tall, his presence undeniable, with a calm confidence that seemed at odds with the tension in the room. Before she could even process what was happening, a group of monstrous creatures-Titans, she later learned-charged toward her. Panic surged in her chest. But before they could reach her, the man was there, moving with blinding speed, his hand raised. A bolt of light shot from his fingers, and the Titans disintegrated into smoke. "I'm Hermes," he said, voice smooth as silk. "Messenger of the Gods. And you, Thea, are a reincarnated deity with a destiny you've yet to remember." The words felt surreal. Thea opened her mouth to protest, but the world around her seemed to shift, and suddenly she wasn't sure what was real anymore. "What are you talking about?" she demanded. Hermes smiled, the corner of his lips curling up with a mysterious knowing. "You're about to find out. The Titans are free. And it's up to you to send Cronos back to Tartarus." Thea shook her head in disbelief. "This is insane." "You're not the first to refuse the truth," Hermes said, his tone soft, but unwavering. "But you will be the one to stop him." Everything she'd known, every bit of normalcy she clung to, crumbled in that instant.
Running From The Amnesiac Billionaire Tyrant

Running From The Amnesiac Billionaire Tyrant

Aliya woke up in a dingy, freezing apartment with a throbbing headache, only to realize a horrifying truth. She had transmigrated into the American romance novel she read just last night, becoming the ultimate vicious supporting character. The exhausted man walking through the front door was Cyrus Pace, an amnesiac billionaire currently living under the delusion that he was a broke laborer. The original owner had trapped him with fabricated memories of being childhood sweethearts. Worse, she relentlessly abused him. Her phone was filled with toxic texts calling him a useless loser, and she had just staged a psychotic hunger strike to force him to buy a designer bag. Cyrus already looked at her with bone-deep, visceral disgust. In the original plot, the moment he regained his memory, his ruthless revenge would send her straight to a maximum-security prison for the rest of her life. "Are you done playing your hunger strike game?" Hearing his cold, mocking voice, the sheer terror made Aliya's blood run cold. How was she supposed to survive living with a future tyrant who already despised her? Every time his massive shadow fell over their cramped, shared mattress, her heart stopped. A single wrong move—even a microscopic mistake like accidentally crossing a physical line—would completely seal her doom. Staring at the torn box of condoms hidden under the bed, Aliya made a desperate, life-or-death decision. She had to completely rewrite her toxic persona, secretly hustle a high-commission real estate job, and save enough money to flee the country before the billionaire remembered exactly who he was.