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Discarded Ex: Claimed By The Boss

Discarded Ex: Claimed By The Boss

Seraphina gave up her promising career to be the secret, devoted lover of Ethan, the billionaire Beaumont heir. When he woke up from a terrible car crash, he looked at her with empty eyes and claimed he had retrograde amnesia, forgetting her completely. But just hours later, she caught him laughing on the phone with a famous socialite. "Of course. Hook, line, and sinker. It's the perfect excuse, isn't it? A clean break. I can finally be done with her." He systematically erased her from his life, letting his new lover throw away her precious keepsakes and trying to buy her silence with a severance package. He publicly humiliated her in front of his wealthy friends, smashing her phone to destroy the last four years of their memories. When she still refused to break down and beg, his new girlfriend hired street thugs to corner her in a dark alley, intending to drug and ruin her forever. Four years of unconditional love were treated like disposable trash. Seraphina couldn't understand how the man who once held her so tenderly could watch from his luxury car as she was attacked in the street, driving away without a second glance. But she didn't shed a single tear. She calmly demanded exact change for her broken phone, walked out of his life, and took her career back. And as she fought for her life in that alley, the man who stepped out of the shadows to ruthlessly crush her attackers wasn't Ethan. It was Julian Beaumont—the most powerful, terrifying man in his family.
Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon

Divorcing The Billionaire: The Hidden Tech Tycoon

For two years, Gracie Waller lived as the secret, contractual wife of billionaire heir Chas Hamilton, quietly managing his life and enduring his cold indifference. With only thirty days left on their agreement, Chas's childhood sweetheart, Anabella, returned. To frame Gracie, Anabella deliberately tipped a bowl of boiling soup over Gracie's right arm, then fell to the floor crying that Gracie had maliciously attacked her. "Have you lost your mind!" Chas roared, scooping Anabella into his arms without a single glance at Gracie's melting skin. At the hospital, he demanded the city's top micro-surgeon for Anabella's slightly pink finger, while Gracie sat alone in the trauma room with severe second-degree burns. Later, to catch a feigning Anabella, Chas callously dropped Gracie onto a concrete floor, leaving her back covered in massive, bleeding bruises. Yet, he still ordered his heavily injured wife to the kitchen to cook a steak dinner for his sweetheart. Gracie didn't shed a single tear. She didn't understand how the man she thought had saved her life years ago could be so blindly cruel. Two years of playing the obedient, submissive wife had finally been burned away by that boiling liquid. The last shred of her lingering attachment was completely dead. Staring at his demanding face, Gracie calmly untied her family-crested apron and dropped it straight into the trash. She accepted a Chief Technology Officer position at a rising tech firm, locked her bedroom door, and watched her offshore countdown timer hit twenty-nine days. The submissive facade was over, and she was finally walking away.
Reborn To Claim The Ruthless CEO

Reborn To Claim The Ruthless CEO

Gidget Wiggins spent forty years suffocating under a family that devoured her, dying in agony after being betrayed by her husband, Donn Sharpe. When she opened her eyes, the phantom pain vanished. She was eighteen, sitting on expensive silk sheets on her wedding night. But the man stepping out of the bathroom wasn't Donn. It was Doctor Strong, the ruthless tech mogul destined to die young and leave his empire in chaos. Her envious stepsister, Cortney, had secretly swapped their grooms. Cortney stole Donn, believing she was securing a happy life while handing Gidget a doomed husband. Cortney and Donn were already celebrating their stolen victory, waiting for the notoriously cold Doctor Strong to kick Gidget out of the master suite. Donn even sought her out in the hallway, reeking of cheap liquor, just to mock her. "Dumped on your wedding night? Cortney and I are having a much better time." The memories of Donn's past-life betrayals and Cortney's sickening arrogance made Gidget's skin crawl. They thought this groom-swap was the ultimate curse, a guaranteed path to strip away her future and leave her to rot in helpless misery once the mogul died. But Cortney was a fool. Gidget had no intention of being a victim again. If she wanted to survive the coming storm, she needed absolute power, she needed an heir, and she needed to keep this billionaire alive. Slipping into a burgundy dress, she marched straight toward Doctor Strong's private study.
A Painter's Revenge: Love Redeemed

A Painter's Revenge: Love Redeemed

This was my third wedding. Or, it was supposed to be. The white dress felt like a costume for a tragic play I was forced to perform in again and again. My fiancé, Damian Avila, stood beside me, but his hand was gripping the arm of Eileen Brandt, his "fragile" friend. Suddenly, Damian was leading Eileen away from the altar, away from our guests, away from me. But this time was different. He came back, pulled me into his car, and drove me to a remote clearing. There, he tied me to a tree, and Eileen, no longer pale, slapped me. Then, Damian, the man who promised to protect me, hit me, again and again, for upsetting Eileen. He left me tied to the tree, bleeding and alone, in the pouring rain. This wasn't the first time. A year ago, Eileen attacked me at our wedding, and Damian cradled her while I bled. Six months later, she "accidentally" burned my best friend and me, and Damian broke my friend's wrist and then my painting hand to appease Eileen. My career was over. I was left in the woods, shivering, losing consciousness. No. I can't die here. I bit my lip, fighting to stay awake. My parents. Our family business. It was the only thing that kept me holding on. I woke up in a hospital, my mother by my side. My throat was raw, but I had to make a call. I dialed an international number, one I had memorized long ago. "It's Alana Myers," I rasped. "I agree to the marriage. All of my family's assets transferred to your accounts for protection. And you get us out of the country."
Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip. Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes. His pale chest was torn open to the bone. I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop. He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel. And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain. A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days. My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid. "Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume." If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed. But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap. How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself? I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive. Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face. "Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire." This time, I will rewrite my own fate.