Cait
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Bought The Billionaire For One Night
Romance A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch.
Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor.
Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger.
But the nightmare was just beginning.
At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her.
Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline.
He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back.
But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York.
A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum.
"I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason."
My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top.
I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated.
I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life.
Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me.
I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price. The Unwanted Wife's Fatal Secret Diagnosis
Modern I was just diagnosed with terminal kidney cancer. Holding the diagnostic report, I forced myself to go home and act like everything was fine.
But the moment I walked in, my husband of three years threw a manila folder at me.
"Sign it. Hayleigh is back, and I made her a promise."
They were divorce papers.
I swallowed my grief and agreed. To protect his image, I even covered for his sudden disappearance when his strict grandfather demanded his presence.
But the stress triggered my illness. While I was enduring agonizing cancer cramps to rush his grandfather to the ER for a sudden heart attack, I saw my husband in the VIP ward of the same hospital.
He was tenderly holding Hayleigh in his arms.
When his grandfather saw them, the old man flew into a rage, beat him with a cane, and collapsed from another severe cardiac arrest.
My husband didn't check on his dying grandfather. Instead, he glared at me with pure hatred.
"You did this."
I stared at him in disbelief. I had silently endured a loveless marriage, covered his tracks, and was literally dying of cancer, yet he thought I orchestrated a heart attack just to frame his mistress.
The last shred of my love for him shattered completely.
I calmly knelt down to save the old man, deciding that after signing the papers tomorrow, I would take my medical report and vanish from Jonathon's life forever. Rejected by the Alpha Prince, Claimed by the Wolf Duke
Werewolf The glacial water of the Moon Lake filled my throat, pulling me down into the sunless depths.
Through the churning water, I saw Silas, the Alpha Crown Prince, standing on the shore, watching me drown.
In our past life, he dove in, triggering a fated bond that forced us to marry. I spent decades bleeding for his kingdom as his Luna, but he only ever loved my older sister, Isabella.
"You have laboured hard."
That was all he whispered on my deathbed. Not that he loved me. He spent his whole life mourning my sister's accidental death.
Now, as my lungs burned, a dreadful clarity hit me—he remembered. We had both been reborn to the night of the Mating Ball.
He wanted to fix his mistake. He meant to let me die, erasing the faulty beginning of our story so he could finally choose my sister.
I didn't feel sad or angry. Instead, the immense burden of my past life began to dissolve in the murky water.
If he wished to sever this twisted cord of fate, I would gladly lend him the blade.
I jammed a silver pin into my leg to kick free of my heavy boots and swam into the black heart of the lake.
This time, I would never let him use me again.
I would gladly hand him over to my sister, and marry the terrifying, "degenerate" Duke of the North instead. Reborn Matriarch: Shattering The Orphan's Mask
Billionaires Christa discovered her adopted daughter Evelyn was sneaking around with a street thug named Dante.
When she furiously confronted her, Evelyn squeezed out a few tears and played the tragic, abused orphan.
"Mom is so cruel to me, I just want someone to love me," Evelyn cried to the men of the house, who instantly took her side.
Christa didn't realize her anger only gave the girl the perfect victim card. Evelyn manipulated the family's guilt to drain their wealth and orchestrate a massive corporate fraud.
When the authorities closed in, Evelyn let Christa's eldest daughter Julianna take the fall, sending her to federal prison.
The Stephenson family went completely bankrupt.
Christa's husband Grant, crushed by the betrayal and debt, jumped off a Manhattan skyscraper.
Until her family was entirely destroyed, Christa couldn't understand. They had given the orphan a home, a trust fund, and endless love.
Why did Evelyn treat them like easy marks? Why did she use their kindness as a weapon to tear them apart?
Opening her eyes again, Christa saw the heavy velvet drapes letting in the pale morning light.
She was back seven years ago, on the exact day she first caught Evelyn texting that thug.
This time, Christa wouldn't scream or fight. She would cut off the money, drop the rules, and watch the parasite dig her own grave. The Rejected Omega's Secret Royal Lycan Bloodline
Werewolf I spent two years scrubbing locker room floors and collecting trash just to buy gifts for my girlfriend, Sylvia. I thought she was the only one who didn't care that I was a "wolfless" Omega.
But the day before my eighteenth birthday, I caught her in the arms of Dixon, our pack's future Alpha.
She laughed in my face, calling me a scentless puppy and admitting our entire relationship was just a cruel bet. When I lunged at him, Dixon beat me half to death. He pinned my bleeding face to the wet tiles with his combat boot and used a permanent marker to scrawl "WOLFLESS LOSER" across my chest. My pack cheered, and even at a party later, the people I thought were my friends treated me like a contagious disease.
I laid in my cramped dorm, suffocating under the crushing despair. Why was I born so weak? Why did I have to endure this brutal humiliation just for existing?
Then, my phone buzzed with an unknown number, and a cold, elegant voice spoke.
"Your trial is over, Aden. You are a royal Lycan, and your hundred-million-dollar trust fund has been activated."
Looking at the impossible string of zeros on my screen, the ancient beast in my blood finally woke up. It was time to make the Alpha who broke me choke on his own arrogance. My Scars, His Fiery Oblivion
Mafia For years, I was Faron Blackwell' s "whipping post." A cruel pact with his mother forced me to endure one hundred public humiliations for his affairs, a living tally of his conquests. I was a joke to high society, the wife who couldn't keep her husband.
After the final scandal, I discovered I was pregnant. But Faron, repulsed by the scars his family' s punishments left on my body, hadn't touched me in months. He was convinced the child wasn't his.
He ordered his mistress, a doctor, to terminate the pregnancy.
"Make sure she feels every bit of it," he said. "No anesthesia."
To force a confession about a lover who never existed, he trapped me and the children from my non-profit in a building and set off a bomb. As the inferno raged, I heard him screaming my name.
I ran straight into the flames, ready to end the nightmare.
But Faron didn't know his own mother had a different escape plan for me all along. Secret Baby: The Jilted Wife's Final Goodbye
Billionaires I sat on the cold tile floor of our Upper East Side penthouse, staring at the two pink lines until my vision blurred. After ten years of loving Julian Sterling and three years of a hollow marriage, I finally had the one thing that could bridge the distance between us. I was pregnant.
But Julian didn't come home with flowers for our anniversary. He tossed a thick manila envelope onto the marble coffee table with a heavy thud. Fiona, the woman he'd truly loved for years, was back in New York, and he told me our "business deal" was officially over.
"Sign it,"
He said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. He looked at me with the cold detachment of a man selling a piece of unwanted furniture. When I hesitated, he told me to add a zero to the alimony if the money wasn't enough. I realized in that moment that if he knew about the baby, he wouldn't love me; he would simply take my child and give it to Fiona to raise.
I shoved the pregnancy test into my pocket, signed the papers with a shaking hand, and lied through my teeth. When my morning sickness hit, I slumped to the floor to hide the truth.
"It's just cramps,"
I gasped, watching him recoil as if I were contagious. To make him stay away, I invented a man named Jack-a fake boyfriend who supposedly gave me the kindness Julian never could.
Suddenly, the man who wanted me gone became a monster of possessiveness. He threatened to "bury" a man who didn't exist while leaving me humiliated at his family's dinner to rush to Fiona's side. I was so broken that I even ate a cake I was deathly allergic to, then had to refuse life-saving steroids at the hospital because they would harm the fetus.
Julian thinks he's stalling the divorce for two months to protect the family's reputation for his father's Jubilee. He thinks he's keeping his "property" on a short leash until the press dies down.
He has no idea I'm using those sixty days to build a fortress for my child. By the time he realizes the truth, I'll be gone, and the Sterling heir will be far beyond his reach. The Hidden Camera Captured Everything
Modern For seven years, I was the secret wife of Chandler Roberson, a rising political star. I sacrificed my own journalism career to be his "rock," the ghost in the background of his perfect life, always believing his promise that it was all for us.
That promise shattered the night he brought his mistress, Britni, to our home. She took one look at me, then threw herself down the stairs, letting out a theatrical scream.
"She pushed me!" she cried.
Chandler didn't hesitate. He slapped me across the face, his eyes blazing with a rage I'd never seen.
"You bitch! What did you do?!" he snarled, rushing to her side.
He cradled her in his arms, his face a mask of concern for her and pure hatred for me. He believed her instantly, ready to paint me as a violent, jealous monster to protect his affair and his career.
In that moment, watching him choose her, watching my life crumble under his cold, indifferent gaze, the woman who had loved him for twenty years died.
But then I was back. Reborn in that same moment, with the memory of his betrayal burning in my soul. And I remembered the one thing he'd forgotten: the hidden camera in the entryway, recording his perfect crime. My Mother's Ashes, My Fury Unleashed
Romance My husband Collin forced me to watch him with his mistress, Jaime, calling it my "education" on how to be a woman. This was my reality for months, even on our wedding anniversary.
He refused to pay for my mother's life-saving treatment, causing her death. Then, he let Jaime beat me so severely that I miscarried the baby I didn't even know I was carrying, leaving me unable to ever have children.
As if that wasn't enough, Jaime shattered my mother's urn in front of me and fed her ashes to a dog, all while Collin watched.
My mother's last words were, "Stop begging him."
She left me a number for my estranged uncle, a powerful man I barely knew.
When I called him, he sent a jet to bring me to London.
Now, I'm back. Not as the broken wife he discarded, but as the new CEO of his collapsing company, ready to take everything from him. The Unseen Scars of Her Lies
Romance My passport was in my hand, my bag zipped, when my girlfriend, Sophia, walked in, fresh from a trip with another man. "What are you doing, Ethan?" she asked, her voice airy as she flaunted a high-end jewelry bag.
She still thought I was just throwing a tantrum. But when I told her I was leaving her, the playful mask slipped, revealing the cold, calculating woman beneath. Then she laughed, sharp and condescending, suggesting an insincere wedding to make my "sick sister" feel important.
My blood turned to ice. She didn't know. How could she? Lily was already dead. The memory of her last breath, just after Sophia's engagement party with Mark Peterson, burned in my chest. Her organ rejection, the doctors said, was triggered by emotional shock from seeing Sophia with another man. When I begged Sophia for the money I'd saved with her for Lily's treatment, she coldly refused, hanging up on me, even having her bodyguards throw me out of their mansion.
Lily died on New Year's Eve, holding my hand as fireworks lit the sky. And now, Sophia offered a wedding, a shallow gesture, an insult to Lily's grave. My art, my life's passion, she called "nothing" as she destroyed my supplies, sending a wooden box crashing into my forehead, leaving me bleeding.
"I need the money back," I told her, referring to the fortune I had entrusted to her over seven years, money she had instead spent on Mark and their extravagant future. She laughed, calling it "pocket change." What words could capture the horror, the utter betrayal, of realizing the woman you loved had systematically stripped you of everything-even the memory of your dead sister? What deeper depths of cruelty could she sink to?
Later, as I fled, she drained my bank accounts, every last cent of my life' s savings. But a new life called to me-the prestigious international art gallery' s offer-a chance that felt like a flicker of hope after so much despair. Now, finally free, I was ready to live for myself. Unmasking The Monster: A Wife's Fight
Modern The crisp white envelope from the lab looked utterly normal on my kitchen counter, but a knot of dread still tightened in my stomach. It was just a routine health screening, something I, Ava Williams, a professional athlete, did every year.
Then I tore it open, and the bold letters screamed at me: Positive: Chlamydia trachomatis. My world, carefully built on discipline and a loving engagement to Mark Johnson, shattered in an instant.
I confronted Mark, but his casual dismissal and a text from "Jessica" on his phone exposed a sickening truth-a web of betrayal including Sarah, Emily, and Chloe, each message a punch to my gut confirming his depravity. The situation spiraled out of control when his mother, Carol, burst in, attacking me, dismissing me as a "gold-digger" when she saw his phone.
How could the man I loved, the man my entire family adored, be such a monster? What twisted game were they playing?
Later that night, I overheard Mark and Carol. "It' s…it' s HIV," Mark whispered, followed by Carol' s chilling plan to frame me, destroy my career, and ruin my academic parents. My father then collapsed from a stress-induced heart attack during their public smear campaign against me. The fear inside me calcified into pure, unadulterated fury. This wasn't just about infidelity anymore; it was war. Divorce: A Woman Reborn
Billionaires The two pink lines on the pregnancy test announced a truth Chloe Davis had yearned for, prayed for.
But the baby wasn' t her husband Liam' s, a man whose wealth was matched only by his emotional distance and public disdain for children.
For five years, she'd endured his family's pointed questions about her "barren" state, while Liam made it painfully clear he wanted no children with her.
Now, with a secret donor and a sterile clinic, she had what his family wanted, but the truth would destroy everything.
The irony was bitter; his indifference had already killed their marriage, yet she' d secretly conceived a life he' d never wanted to give her.
Then, the ultimate humiliation: Liam brought his heavily pregnant ex-girlfriend Isabella Rossi into their home, expecting Chloe, an obstetrician, to care for them both.
He dismissed her life' s ambition, viewing her expertise as merely a tool to serve his mistress and her child.
She was reduced to a glorified caretaker in her own home, constantly reminded of her supposed failure by the very man who caused it.
The injustice burned, fueling a quiet rage and a fierce, primal need to protect the life growing inside her.
He told her, "If you don't like it, you can leave."
With a chilling smile, Chloe walked out, a plan solidifying in her mind.
She' d embark on a calculated act of defiance, exposing his hypocrisy and reclaiming her life, one devastating truth at a time. Finding Fullness in Quiet
Sci-fi I stood there, presenting my research, my heart thrumming with artificially amplified love for Professor Alistair Finch.
For three years, the "Aura Emboldener" patch had allowed me, Sarah Miller of the "Quiet Heart," to feel a full spectrum of emotions, to build a future, and to believe in our genuine connection.
I' d gambled my entire inheritance on The Phoenix Initiative, hoping to permanently cure my lifelong emotional flatness.
Then Alistair spoke, his voice smooth and utterly dismissive.
"Sarah," he said, turning cooler, "this has been an interesting academic diversion."
Beside him, Victoria Sterling smiled a small, knowing, unkind curve of her lips as he announced their engagement.
His words hit me like a physical blow.
My vibrant, borrowed emotional life, fueled by the patch, instantly felt like a branding iron.
My phone buzzed: "Target unrecoverable. Mission failure. Await extraction."
Extraction meant Reflection House, the patch removed, and a terrifying return to my "Quiet Heart," only this time, a profound apathy worse than before-a complete emotional flatline.
How could my desperate journey to feel, my three years of intense, patch-fueled devotion, be dismissed as a mere "diversion"?
How could I go back to a silent world, now knowing the joy and pain I'd experienced, only to feel nothing at all?
The thought of this deeper silence, this absolute void, was terrifying.
But what Alistair and The Phoenix Initiative didn't grasp was that this very blankness, this chilling apathy, would become my unexpected shield and my new path.
With no emotions left to manipulate, I was finally free to refuse him, to see through their games, and to discover a truer, quieter connection awaiting me back home. The CEO's Ex-Wife: A Billion-Dollar Comeback
Romance It was our seventh anniversary, Valentine's Day, and I was dining alone at a Michelin-star restaurant in New York.
My husband, Jake, CEO of the company I helped build, was a no-show.
The phone rang, his voice sharp: "PR crisis."
But a younger, female voice giggled in the background, "He means our PR crisis, Mrs. Shen."
His intern, Chloe, mocked me, revealing they somehow had matching dresses, and the one meant for me arrived visibly damaged, just like her public flaunting of their affair.
The next morning, Jake demanded I create a "united front" at a press conference, simultaneously gaslighting me about the "misunderstanding" and publicly humiliating me for my past.
He called me bitter, aging, and dramatic when I recalled his cruel dismissal of my health, even our miscarriage.
I dedicated my entire inheritance, my career, my life to him, only to be reduced to "Mrs. Apex CEO," a brand extension.
How could the man I built an empire with betray me so brazenly, then have the audacity to demand my compliance?
Why did he deliberately mock me, while Chloe sent me pictures of herself in our bed?
I was no longer weeping or shaking.
The raw sting of his deceit had finally given way to a chilling clarity.
My stomach didn't drop, my hands didn't shake.
Not anymore.
I made one call to my lawyer, initiating divorce proceedings for half of everything.
Then I called Ethan Chen, accepting his partnership offer.
The ring came off.
My new life began now. You might like
Pampered By The Ruthless Biker Boss
Anywho After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister.
I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood.
My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family.
"Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered.
Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land.
My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing.
I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother?
I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear.
But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me.
Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now." Jilted Wife Returns As A Billionaire Heiress
Paula Gardini Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward.
When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance.
Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive.
She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life?
But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband.
"City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms." The Runaway Wife: Hiding His Secret Triplets
Hen Bu Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband.
Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday.
Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever.
I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him.
But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter.
My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's.
He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately.
Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away.
I couldn't let him ruin my life again.
"I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth.
I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity. The Billionaire I Slept With Became My Husband
Apache I went to my stepsister's birthday party, foolishly hoping for a family truce.
Instead, she drugged my drink and had me shoved into a dark hotel suite, where a stranger took my innocence.
When I sneaked back home the next morning, battered and humiliated, I overheard my stepsister and stepmother laughing in the hallway.
They had orchestrated the whole trap to destroy my reputation so I would be forced to marry a thrice-divorced, abusive butcher.
"And don't forget the little extras we've been putting in her food," my stepmother gloated. "She'll never lose the weight. That fat Miss Piggy is meant to be your backdrop."
The revelation chilled me to the bone.
My years of punishing diets, the brutal exercise, the deep self-hatred—none of it was my fault.
It was poison, fed to me daily by the family I trusted.
I packed a single bag, took the commemorative coin I had stolen from the stranger's nightstand as a reminder of my lowest point, and vanished into the city.
One year later, having lost ninety pounds and transformed into a completely different woman, I agreed to attend the blind date with the butcher they arranged.
But because of a flipped brass table number, I sat down in front of the wrong man.
It was Julian Sinclair, the billionaire stranger from that dark room, and he looked at me and proposed a contract marriage. While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
Katie Oettgen As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole.
I begged him for help, my vision blurring.
But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background.
"Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again."
He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm.
I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube.
Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry.
Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled.
"You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up."
He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research.
I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym.
They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive.
They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity.
I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding.
I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it.
Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house.
The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born. The Ex-Wife's Return: His Child, Her Reckoning
A. N. Cruz Ivanna had everything: a stable marriage, a promising career, and the love of the man she had fought for, even against his own family.
But when she finally managed to conceive, fate tore her happiness away in the most heart-wrenching way imaginable. Her husband had wanted a child... just not with her.
She made the hardest decision of her life: signing a divorce agreement that left her with nothing. She left without looking back, her heart shattered, carrying a silent promise never to return.
Until now.
Four years have passed, and she's back in Boston, the city where her dreams were once shattered-with a new life, newfound strength... and a secret that will change everything.
She is no longer the same woman who left in silence. And her ex-husband isn't prepared to uncover what she's been hiding.
What will happen when the ex-wife returns with the one secret that might ruin him... or redeem him? The Ice CEO's Contracted Nanny
Priscila Ozilio Two years ago, a tragic accident shattered two families.
Emma was behind the wheel the day fate upended Damien's world. She lost her parents; he lost his wife. And little Luca, Damien's son, lost something irreplaceable: his voice.
Since that fateful day, Damien had built a fortress of cold indifference, vowing to never forgive the people he held responsible.
What he didn't anticipate was that fate would place one of them directly under his roof.
Driven by desperation to save her sister, who was gravely ill, Emma was forced to accept an exploitative employment contract. As Luca's nanny, she must live in the mansion of the man who had every reason to despise her.
What began as a contract signed under duress quickly morphed into a dangerous web.
Damien desired Emma with an intensity that defied reason, unaware that she was the cause of the past tragedy.
And when the truth came to light, Damien must make a choice: cling to the hatred that fueled him... or accept that love might rise from the ruins of devastation. Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
Madel Cerda I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector.
That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world.
The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor.
The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist.
Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared.
"Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb.
Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen.
"Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back."
I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe. 
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