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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling

Too Late For Regret, Mr. Sterling

For three years, Arden endured a cold, loveless marriage with Julian Sterling, punished daily for a paparazzi trap she never planned. On the night of their third anniversary, she saw the trending news. Julian was photographed tenderly shielding his mistress, Sloane, from the rain. He had bought Sloane a breathtaking diamond necklace, while sending his assistant to hand Arden a cheap, tacky replica as an afterthought. The humiliation got worse the next morning when Julian hijacked Arden's work project, making Sloane the guest of honor at an exhibition Arden had spent six months planning. When Arden confronted him, he shielded his weeping mistress and delivered the ultimate insult. "Sloane will be the highlight of the evening. She'll be wearing The Midnight Gala." That legendary sapphire heirloom was strictly reserved for the wife of the Sterling family. When a heartbroken Arden calmly handed him a signed divorce agreement, giving up her rights to every single penny, Julian completely lost his mind. He dragged her up the stairs by her wrist, threw her onto the bed, and violently pinned her down, snarling that his family only had widows, not ex-wives. Arden couldn't understand it. He despised her, treated her like a scheming gold-digger, and gave all his love to another woman. So why did he go completely insane and refuse to let go when she finally stepped aside? After slapping him hard across the face to snap him out of his violent frenzy, Arden watched him flee the room in horror. She calmly pulled out her old suitcase and packed her encrypted laptop—the secret vault of her true identity as the famous anonymous designer, 'Elinor'. Leaving the grand estate behind in the pouring rain, Arden chose to finally reclaim her life.
My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

My Fake Husband Is A Zillionaire

Addie went to her fiancé's corporate office to surprise him, only to push open the door and find a blonde stranger straddling him on his desk. After three years of devotion, Jennings didn't even look guilty. Instead, he scoffed with casual cruelty. "Her pathetic little company depends entirely on my funding. Without me, she'd be bankrupt in a month. After the wedding, she won't have a choice but to spread her legs." Disgusted, Addie ripped her engagement ring from her neck and hurled it at his face. But Jennings was confident she'd come crawling back. He instantly froze her startup's funding, and her own father threatened to disown her if she didn't apologize to the cheating heir just to save their families' corporate merger. Cornered and humiliated, Addie refused to bow. Stepping out of the building, she bumped into a dusty, rugged construction worker. To permanently sever ties and spite her arrogant ex, she grabbed the stranger's arm. "I would rather marry him than spend one more minute with you!" she declared, dragging the penniless worker straight to City Hall. She thought she was just using a quiet stranger for a paper marriage. Feeling guilty, she even gave him her spare key and a bank card so he wouldn't go hungry while she scrambled to save her dying company. But days later, an impossible $50 million investment dropped into her failing account. And when a predatory client tried to assault her during a business trip, the conference room door was kicked off its hinges by terrifying men in bespoke suits who brutally shattered the attacker's bones. Addie stared at the scene, her mind reeling. Her quiet, sweet "construction worker" husband-the man currently spending her pocket money-wasn't just a random guy off the street. She had accidentally married Hurley Slate, the untouchable shadow ruler of Chicago's financial underworld. And he was absolutely obsessed with his new wife.
The Sycophant Love

The Sycophant Love

Sky Marie Caswell A victim of rape by Kade Russell, the son of a wealthy businessman in their town. She was helpless to defend herself against him because he was rich and innocent in the eyes of others. Sky never got the justice she wanted. Kade Russell Had long been interested in Sky, but she ignored him. Out of anger and jealousy, he raped her the night after a party. Since he came from a wealthy family, he believed he was untouchable. His rage only grew when Sky disappeared without a trace after their graduation _"So, Mr. Russell, is it true what Miss Caswell is accusing you of?"_ _"That's not true, your honor,"_ Kade said, glancing at Sky. _"What happened on December 5, 20**?"_ _"That night, your honor... (Before speaking, Kade looked at Sky) ... she said she wanted to be with me. She came with me willingly. All of my friends were there."_ _"Liar!"_ Sky screamed, bursting into tears. _"Miss Caswell,"_ the judge warned. _"And what happened after that?"_ the judge asked, looking at Kade. _"We went to my condo, just as she said. I didn't force her. She undressed in front of me on her own. I never forced her. Everyone at school knows I'm not interested in women,"_ Kade claimed. _"Do you have solid evidence?"_ asked the judge. _"Yes, your honor."_ _"Call in the witness,"_ the judge ordered. Sky was shocked when her best friend Samantha entered the courtroom. She was confused, wondering why Samantha was on the other side. _"So, Miss Fajardo, what happened on December 5, 20**?"_ the judge asked. _"Sky wasn't drunk that day,"_ Samantha said. _"Sam, what are you talking about?"_ Sky was stunned, unable to look Samantha in the eye. _"Continue,"_ the judge instructed. _"Even before that night, Sky had a thing for Kade,"_ Samantha revealed, causing Sky's knees to weaken at the statement. _"No, that's not true,"_ Sky whispered. _"It was all part of her plan to get pregnant by Kade and become rich,"_ Samantha continued. _"Liar! Samantha, what are you saying? I never said that. Even though I'm poor, I'm not that kind of person!"_ Sky shouted angrily. _"Miss Caswell,"_ the judge intervened. Sky sat down, shaking her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her face. She couldn't understand why her friend had betrayed her. _"How long have you been friends with Miss Caswell, Miss Fajardo?"_ the judge asked. _"Ten years, your honor,"_ Samantha replied. _"So, is it true that Miss Caswell's accusation against Mr. Russell is false?"_ the judge asked. _"Yes, your honor, it was her plan to get money,"_ Samantha confirmed. _"No, you're a liar!"_ Sky screamed in fury. _"Okay,"_ the judge said. _"The court has found Mr. Russell not guilty."_ Sky collapsed to her knees, crying, shaking her head in disbelief. _"Sky!"_ Samantha called out as Sky stormed out of the courtroom. _"F*ck you! I hope you die, you shameless traitor! I wish you were dead!"_ Sky screamed at Samantha after her case was dismissed. _"Miss Caswell, you should be thankful we didn't file charges against you. Do you know how much trouble you've caused? You almost ruined our family's reputation,"_ Mrs. Russell said as she and Kade walked out together, Kade smiling victoriously. _"Friendship over, Sam. I never thought you'd lie like that. I'm sure they paid you off. Oh, and by the way, you're the one who's after money, not me. You're the one who wanted to marry him, not me. But you twisted everything!"_ Sky said, glaring at Samantha, who began to cry. _"Can you shut up, Miss Caswell? What more do you want, huh? Since you're after money, just name your price,"_ Kade taunted, smiling. _"Shove your money where the sun doesn't shine. Just because you're rich doesn't mean you can cover up your filth. The truth will come out. You're a devil, and even though you twisted everything, people will know what you did,"_ Sky said, glaring at Kade's friend, who quickly looked away. _"Don't worry, Mr. Russell. I don't need your money. You can use it to pay for your son's therapy or donate it to those who believe they can buy souls,"_ Sky remarked, looking at the judge. (Sky knew from the beginning that the judge favored Kade, but she wasn't about to give up. The case had been dismissed at the first hearing, but she wasn't going to lose hope.) "Miss Caswell, let's go," her
The Billionaire Heiress's Cold Revenge

The Billionaire Heiress's Cold Revenge

The sterile hospital walls closed in on me, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a cruel reminder of the life I' d just lost. My late-term miscarriage had torn a gaping hole in my world. Reaching for my phone, I desperately needed to hear my husband Matthew' s voice. But then I saw it: Matthew' s new Instagram post. A tiny, perfect footprint, emblazoned with the caption, "Welcome to the world, little angel. Dad will always protect you." My world shattered anew. When I finally reached him, he was impatient, dismissive, and with Maria-his former intern-and their newborn, in the same hospital. He told me to "be strong," then commanded, "Don't let the one that's gone compete for attention with the one that's here." His words echoed, a cruel, mocking testament to my desolation. My own parents, his parents, and our entire social circle pressured me to accept his twisted lie – that it was just IVF, a "life debt." The final straw came at a lavish party meant to celebrate his new "family." His mistress, Maria, gloated, admitting their baby was conceived "the old-fashioned way" during a drunken company retreat. Then, she screamed, faking a scare, and Matthew slapped me across the face in front of everyone. In that moment, the grief, the pain, the confusion vanished. Only ice remained. I walked out of that house, his signature on divorce papers in hand, and called Ethan Scott, my childhood friend and Matthew' s biggest rival. "Marry me," I said, "I'll give you controlling shares of Jenkins Construction. All I want is for you to help me ruin Matthew Roberts."
The Bizarre Bond: The CEO's Regret

The Bizarre Bond: The CEO's Regret

After three years of a cold, contractual marriage, Sophie was finally pregnant, hoping this little life would keep her billionaire husband. However, as she walked out of the maternity clinic, she saw her notoriously fastidious husband tenderly embracing another woman. It was her stepsister, Zoe. Julian threw the divorce papers on Sophie's table, demanding she leave to make room for his true love. Her greedy stepmother and stepfather swarmed in, wanting to drive her away. "Sign the papers and don't get in Zoe's way anymore!" her stepmother sneered. They even tried to sell Sophie to a twice-divorced middle-aged business partner as leverage in company negotiations. Zoe flaunted her victory, mocking Sophie by saying that the password to Julian's private study was her own birthday. For three years, Sophie had endured their neglect and abuse, only to be discarded like trash the moment the real princess returned. Looking at her flat stomach, a chill ran through her. Why should she stand idly by and let them ruin her life with the wealth her mother had stolen? Sophie didn't shed a single tear. She hid the ultrasound images, rejected Julian's settlement offer, and glared at them. "You want me to agree to a divorce? Fine. Give me back the 15% of the company shares you stole from my mother." She turned her back to the gilded cage. It was time for all those who had looked down on her to pay the price.
The Wrong Groom

The Wrong Groom

Marlowe Reyes wakes up the morning after her wedding warm, happy, and certain her husband is asleep beside her. Then her phone rings. It's Adrian's voice, apologizing for missing the wedding night, stuck at the airport overnight. He asks if his brother made it home safe to help her with the bags. She turns and looks at the man still sleeping next to her. Same face. Same hands that touched her all night. Wrong man. Lucian Castellan is the twin nobody in this family talks about. The brother they all act like is dead. He won't explain why he was in that house, or why he let her believe he was someone else the whole night through. All he gives her is a warning. Don't tell Adrian he's back. Marlowe married into the Castellan family to save her father's failing company and his failing health. She didn't sign up for this. But the secret she's keeping isn't the only one in that house. Adrian is hiding a betrayal of his own, one that could destroy the family from the inside. And Lucian's exile wasn't an accident. Someone close to Marlowe helped bury him alive years ago. As the truth unravels one piece at a time, Marlowe finds herself torn between the husband she married and the man she can't stop wanting, caught in a web of lies, debt, and old family wounds that go back further than her wedding day. Every answer she finds only opens a worse question. Some marriages start with a lie. This one started with the wrong man in her bed, and there's no version of the truth that doesn't cost her something.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​