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The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife

The Billionaire's Secret Paper Wife

Chantal Lewis's family legacy was twenty-four hours away from a fifty-million-dollar foreclosure. Desperate to save her parents, she sold her soul, offering herself as a paper wife to Dell Valdez, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire needing a quick PR fix. But Dell didn't just buy her; he trapped her in a living nightmare. He forced her into a brutal three-year repayment plan she could never afford, treated her like a disposable prop, and deliberately leaked a scandalous paparazzi photo to destroy her hard-earned professional credibility. Worst of all, the first time his calloused hand touched hers, a violent, terrifying flashback assaulted her brain. The scorching heat of his palms and the distinct, dark scent of his cedarwood cologne perfectly matched the repressed memory of a pitch-black room where she was pinned to a mattress against her will. Chantal didn't understand why her cold-blooded fake husband felt exactly like the monster from her unspoken trauma. She understood even less why, after months of ignoring her, he was suddenly acting violently jealous and possessive when she merely smiled at another man! Why did his scent match her attacker, and what was he truly planning? Furious, she called him to threaten a divorce, only for his voice to drop into a lethal whisper. "Try it. See what happens." Before she could process his deadly threat, her office phone rang. "Ms. Lewis," her receptionist trembled. "Your brother is in the lobby. He owes money to some very bad people, and they are coming here right now."
Love, Lies, and a Platinum Card

Love, Lies, and a Platinum Card

Olivia Clark, an art student, found paint a permanent part of her life, just like her love for Liam Harrison, a charming musician she believed was from modest means. She scrimped and saved every penny from multiple odd jobs, not for herself, but to buy him an expensive artificial cochlear implant for his supposed congenital hearing loss. Their love bloomed in a secret, dusty studio, a world known only to them. But one night, while working a dishwashing shift, Olivia saw Liam flashing a platinum credit card, buying drinks for friends-a bill easily topping six figures. Then, from an adjacent room, she overheard a conversation that shattered her world: Liam was no struggling musician but a billionaire heir, using her as a pawn in a cruel game to make her wealthy friend Chloe jealous. The man she loved, the man for whom she sacrificed everything, was merely playing her. The words, crude and mocking, hit her like a physical blow. They spoke of her as a "cheap piece of trash," a disposable "maid." Liam, silent, let them tear her down. Her hand, cut and bleeding, became a stark reflection of her internal wounds. The truth, once a blinding light, now felt like a draining life force. How could she have been so blind? How could the man who whispered promises of marriage and a good life be so utterly heartless? Had his "love" always been a performance, a twisted game? The realization that he had seen her as nothing more than an insignificant extra, a freebie in his pursuit of Chloe, left her with a chilling emptiness. With a newfound resolve, Olivia pulled out her phone. "I've made up my mind," she told her academic advisor, her voice firm. "I'm going to Europe." She was leaving, not just a place, but a past built on lies, ready to forge a new future, free from his deception.
THE PROPOSAL

THE PROPOSAL

The Proposal is a bitter-sweet love story of Fiona Lawson and Alexander Harrington. Things were all good with the Lawsons until Mr. Lawson, Fiona's father passed and left them with almost nothing. Not until her Mr. Lawson died did Fiona find out about the debt her father had taken for the company and used the house as part of the collateral leaving her and her younger brother, Thomas, homeless. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Fiona is reminded of her father's friend, Victor Harrington and decides to approach him for help with their not so good situation. Victor Harrington was happy to help if only she would marry his son, Alexander Harrington. At the time, Alexander Harrington was already engaged to be married to Eleanor William. It was not hard to convince him to leave Eleanor for Fiona as he was a lover of very beautiful women. Eleanor, upon hearing of this plan decides it is best that she kills herself and committed suicide. She would rather die than see Alexander with someone else. Fiona Lawson is determined to get the company back until she finds out that her father was killed, and that Mr. Victor Harrington might inf act have a hand in her father's death. She is determined to avenger her father's death and her mother's reappearance only fuels her to do so. Later on, we will find out that Eleanor's suicide was staged, and she is very much alive. She collaborates with Fiona to bring the Harrington's to the book. But what happens when feelings begin to stir up between Fiona and Alexander? Never say never when it comes to matters of the heart.
Every Wild Needs Innocent

Every Wild Needs Innocent

Noise and smoke greeted me when the bus door opened. That's it, I'm really here in Manila. I stepped off the bus. The heat of the sun immediately hit my fair skin. For sure, when I seek refuge in the wilderness, I will blush. Before crossing to the other side, I made sure no cars were passing by until I finally made it across. I was right. My skin immediately turned red because of the intense sunlight. "Sister, where is the jeep?" I asked the woman selling coolers. She turned her eyes to me when I spoke to her. "You see that mall?" she pointed. I followed her gaze. I nodded slowly. "Yes," I said politely. "Behind that mall, there are jeep parking lots." "Ahh, is that it? Thank you." I bought a cooler from her first, then set off. I was drinking the cooler I bought earlier while walking to the jeep parking lot. I just realized how big Manila is. If you're from the provinces, you'll have a hard time finding parking in Manila. I reached the jeep parking lot. I stood aside first and did not get in. I took my wallet out of my pocket to check if I still had enough fare for the boarding house. I only had five hundred pesos left in my wallet. It was only one hundred when I took it out. A strong wind blew. "Come on!" Unfortunately, a strong wind blew my money away. In a panic, I quickly tried to pick it up. "My bad luck!" I said to myself. I managed to pick up four hundred pesos, but one was missing. I looked for the missing bill. I noticed that the wind kept blowing it towards the middle of the road. Desperate to retrieve the flying money, I suddenly crossed the road without noticing the many passing cars. "What! Are you trying to kill yourself?!" The jeep driver yelled at me because he almost hit me. "I'm sorry..." I apologized. He shook his head before driving off. I turned my eyes back to the bill. I was very grateful it was now on the ground. I immediately stepped on it. But unexpectedly, a car suddenly appeared. Using my hands, I tried to shield myself, closed my eyes, and waited for the impact. Beep!! I thought my life was over. I slowly opened my eyes and immediately noticed the bulky figure in front of me. "Are you okay?" It was a man's baritone voice. When I opened my eyes completely, my mouth fell open. A well-built man stood before me. I couldn't help but be amazed at what I saw. He looked like a sculpture, very neat and perfectly carved. For some unknown reason, my heart started pounding. "Hey, are you okay?" I snapped out of my trance when he spoke again, still blinking. "A-Ah, y-yes. I-I'm fine..." I stammered. Electricity ran through my whole body when he held my hand to help me stand up. "Do you feel any pain in your body?" he asked again. I shook my head. "No. I'm really fine," I assured him so he wouldn't worry. "Bro, let's go!" I looked at the car of the man who almost hit me. I noticed another man in the car, wearing shades and looking obviously irritated. I turned my gaze back to the man in front of me. "This is my friend's calling card." He handed it to me. I accepted it immediately. "Just call him if you feel any pain in your body." I nodded slowly. "Thank you." "I gotta go!" he said goodbye. I bowed slightly and smiled as a farewell. I moved aside because I noticed I was still blocking the road. I watched them until they disappeared from sight. Later, I looked at the calling card he gave me and read the name written on it. "Knoxx Cassius Wolverson."
The Man I Shouldn't Love

The Man I Shouldn't Love

As if my life wasn't already complicated as a plus size woman who has always found it hard to find love, I go and fall in love with the wrong man. Stanley Pearson is my father's best friend. A billionaire. Twenty-nine years older than me. Engaged to my high school bully. And.. the only man I've ever truly loved. For years, my feelings were nothing more than a secret crush I swore I'd outgrow. Then my parents left for a three-year overseas assignment and asked Stanley to let me stay at his estate until I finish college. Now, I'm living under the same roof as the man I can't stop thinking about. Every day, I tell myself to keep my distance. Every day, I fail. Behind his cold, untouchable exterior is a man carrying dangerous secrets. The closer we become, the harder it is to deny the undeniable pull between us. Soon, we're risking everything for a love that should never exist. But love isn't the only thing lurking in the shadows. Someone is determined to destroy Stanley's empire. The people he trusts are hiding devastating betrayals. And the only way to save everything he's built may be to sacrifice the woman he loves. Heartbroken, I find an unlikely ally in Stanley's greatest rival... only to discover that everyone has secrets, everyone has an agenda, and some betrayals cut deeper than love itself. Now I'm caught between two powerful men, a web of lies, and a love that refuses to die. They say forbidden love is dangerous. No one warned me it could destroy us all.
The Forgotten Past, The Found Self

The Forgotten Past, The Found Self

The sterile smell of antiseptic was the first thing I registered, a dull ache throbbing in my head. I was in a hospital bed, my mind a complete blank. "You're finally awake," a woman with a tired, angry face snapped. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused? Trying to kill yourself over a man. Olivia, you are a disgrace to the Hayes family." More names were thrown at me by a man equally displeased: Liam, Scarlett, Olivia Reynolds-my name. They painted a picture of a pathetic woman, obsessed with her adopted sister Scarlett's fiancé, Liam Sterling. According to them, I had forced Liam into marriage and was now attempting suicide because he wouldn't love me back. My adoptive parents and husband spoke about me as if I wasn' t there, their words cold, cruel, and utterly foreign. Then came the demand: "Scarlett needs a blood transfusion. You have the same rare type. You're going to the operating room now to donate blood to your sister." It wasn't a request. It was an order. I was dragged to the donation room, where Liam-the object of my supposed obsession-followed. "Make sure you take enough," he told the nurse, his eyes burning with contempt. "Don't think this changes anything, Olivia. After this, you'll sign the divorce papers." He even threw a million-dollar check on the bed, a brutal payment for my blood. The old Olivia, who they claimed would have shattered, was gone. The memories, the pain, the love-it felt like a stranger's story. Amnesia had wiped the slate clean, leaving an eerie calm. Lying there, listening to nurses whisper about my pathetic desperation, I realized something profound. The woman they were talking about wasn't me. The past wasn't mine. And my future? It was a blank canvas, finally mine to paint. I took out my phone, found a lawyer's number, and dialed. "I want to file for divorce," I said, my voice steady. "And I want to sever all legal ties with my adoptive parents."