Marrvelous
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Too Late, Guardian: I Choose Him Now
Romance I rushed through the freezing rain to deliver medicine to Derrick Harmon, my guardian and the man I had secretly loved for ten years.
But the door was opened by a famous supermodel wearing his dark silk robe.
Derrick looked at my soaking wet clothes, casually dismissed her as a "casual fling," and sent me back out into the storm.
Later that night, his niece and her rich friends cornered me at a club, loudly mocking my secret crush and calling me a disgusting parasite who tried to seduce her own guardian.
When I slapped one of them for dragging Derrick's reputation through the mud, Derrick suddenly appeared.
He didn't ask what happened or why I was trembling. He just looked at me with piercing disappointment.
"Apologize to them. Don't make me more disappointed than I already am."
I stared at him in sheer disbelief. I had spent my entire youth devoted to him, and I had just risked everything to defend his honor, yet he condemned me without a single question.
Even after the club's security footage proved my innocence, he merely stood there as his model girlfriend arrived to kiss him in front of everyone.
The quiet, hopeless devotion I had held onto for a decade finally shattered into dust.
I turned my back on his sudden, desperate apologies and looked up at Julian, my untouchable, billionaire cousin who had silently shielded me the entire night.
"Can we go now?" I asked, choosing to step into his car and walk away from Derrick forever. His Unwanted Wife Is A Secret Genius
Romance For three years, I played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Darien Carlisle, even burying my secret identity as the legendary fashion designer "AURA."
But on our third anniversary, while I was curled up in agony from a stomach ulcer, I saw the news: he was buying a diamond necklace for his childhood sweetheart, Everleigh.
When he finally came home, smelling of her perfume, he treated me like a tedious chore.
"Don't pull any tricks. You're nothing without the Carlisle name," he sneered when I asked for a divorce.
I left with nothing, but he thought it was just a pathetic tantrum. He even brought Everleigh to my hidden studio, throwing eight million dollars at me to buy the exact gown I had designed for my own rebirth, just to humiliate me.
When my ulcer ruptured that night, I called him in a desperate plea for help.
"Are you looking for Dari? He's in the shower," Everleigh's sweet voice answered.
He then blocked my number, accusing me of faking an emergency to get his attention, and left me to die on the floor.
I finally realized that my unwavering devotion couldn't melt a heart of stone. To him, I was just a worthless placeholder he enjoyed torturing.
Waking up in the hospital, the last shred of my foolish love died.
I hired a ruthless lawyer to force the divorce, fully reclaimed my empire as AURA, and walked right into his company's most important boardroom. Flash Marriage To My Dead Husband
Modern To pay for my sister's life-saving heart medication, I sold myself to the notoriously ruthless Roman family as a surrogate bride for their crippled, scarred heir.
But the moment the one-million-dollar check cleared, my grandfather froze the medical account.
He ordered me to steal the Roman Group's financial secrets, threatening to cut my sister's life support if I refused.
I thought I was just a desperate girl trying to save her family, but my grandfather sneered and revealed the horrifying truth.
I wasn't a bride; I was a sacrificial lamb.
Twenty years ago, my family allegedly murdered the Roman patriarchs. My marriage was just the Romans' sick revenge plot to torture a Hayes bloodline.
When I refused to be his spy, my own parents begged me to submit just to save their wealth.
They watched coldly as my grandfather's guards dragged me toward the basement to break my spirit.
I thrashed against their iron grips, suffocating in absolute despair.
Why was I the one paying the price for a blood feud I knew nothing about? Was I just going to rot in the dark, a discarded pawn for both families?
Before they could lock me away, the heavy mahogany doors exploded inward.
The Roman estate's terrifying, breathtakingly handsome "executor"-the man who was supposed to be just a bodyguard-stepped through the dust with an armed tactical team.
He pulled me behind his broad back, his dark eyes locking onto my grandfather with lethal amusement.
"Who gave you the nerve to touch the Roman family's bride?" Flash Marriage To The Predatory CEO
Billionaires Elsie was the Sutton family's perfect puppet, a sickly heiress locked away in a pristine manor and treated like fragile porcelain. Her only purpose was to be a pawn in her mother's corporate games.
Without warning, her mother ordered her to marry Duke Blake, a ruthless, cold-blooded billionaire known for destroying his rivals. Worse, her mother immediately handed over total control of Elsie's life to him, declaring she couldn't even step outside the gates without his explicit permission.
Desperate, Elsie met him and asked if she would be expected to perform wifely duties, praying for a marriage in name only.
"I have a very high sex drive."
He stated it bluntly, shattering her illusions. Yet, when he drove her into the city days later, a sudden swerve sent her tumbling directly into his lap. Instead of the desire he claimed to possess, his body went completely rigid. He violently shoved her away, slamming her hard against the passenger seat. His face was pale, his knuckles white, and he stared straight ahead with a look of absolute, terrifying revulsion.
Humiliation and sharp pain coiled in her chest. She couldn't understand. Why did he demand absolute control over her and boast about his desires, only to treat her accidental touch like a repulsive disease? Why did this all-powerful man secretly smell of hospital antiseptics? What exactly was the Sutton family forcing her to marry?
But she was no longer willing to be a lamb led to the slaughter. Thinking of the provocative black lace hidden behind her wardrobe's false wall, Elsie smiled coldly. She was going to find the fatal flaw in this ruthless billionaire's code, and use it to completely shatter her cage. He Denied My Brother's Last Journey
Modern My billionaire boyfriend refused to loan me fifty thousand dollars to bring my brother' s body home.
Three days later, I found his assistant wearing my silk robe in our penthouse.
That was the moment I decided to marry my childhood friend instead.
For eight years, I was Callen House' s dirty little secret.
I accepted the shadows, believing his "Relationship Protocols" were just the quirks of a tech genius.
But when my brother died tragically overseas, Callen didn't offer comfort.
He offered me a corporate loan application, which his assistant, Daniella, promptly denied.
While I was drowning in grief, Jaren stepped in.
He paid for the repatriation without hesitation, proving what real love actually looked like.
I went to Callen' s apartment to end things, only to find Daniella there, sporting a fresh hickey and a smug grin.
The truth came out like a landslide.
She hadn't just stolen my boyfriend; she had been intercepting my bonuses and sabotaging my career for years.
And Callen? He defended her.
He called me a liability and threatened to ruin me if I made a scene.
So I didn't just quit.
I sent a picture of me and Jaren to the company group chat with a caption that silenced the entire office.
"I' m getting married. And it' s not to Callen House." Seven Years of Poison
Romance Ava Green pressed her back against the cool wood of her bedroom door, listening to the quiet hum of her foster home. Ahead of her, her foster brother, Jake Stone, held her close, his hands on her waist. For seven years, he had been her secret, a dangerous poison she had been drinking, waiting for his thirtieth birthday when he promised to finally claim her.
But in a crowded bar, clutching his phone she had rushed to return, she overheard his cruel confession to his friends: she was merely a "convenient distraction," a "placeholder" until the "real thing," Chloe, was ready. The future she had so carefully built shattered around her.
His words, "She's not Chloe. She's not the future Mrs. Stone," hit her like a physical blow. The seven years of whispered promises were a brutal lie. She was just a toy to be discarded.
The phone grew impossibly heavy in her hand, her legs unsteady as she stumbled away from the bar, away from his laughter, into the cold night.
Back in her room, a lifeline appeared: "Your Application to Architects Without Borders," an acceptance to a conflict zone in the Middle East. It felt perfect, a place to tear down her old life and build something new.
She replied with two words that promised to erase him and everything he represented: "I accept." No Longer His To Break
Romance The drug pulsed through my veins, every inch of my body screaming for release, yet my husband, Ethan, stood over me, his face etched with familiar disgust.
Just thirty minutes earlier, his childhood sweetheart, Scarlett, had forced 99 pills down my throat, challenging me: if Ethan was still repulsed by my 200-pound body, even under the aphrodisiac's influence, I had to sign the divorce papers.
Scarlett' s taunt echoed: "I bet even if you strip naked and beg like a dog, he won't touch your two-hundred-pound body!"
Consumed by the drug, I sank to the floor, pressing my lips against Ethan' s polished shoes, begging for help, for the man who once swore to protect me.
He commanded, cold and devoid of emotion: "Use your mouth. Unbuckle my belt." He promised to help if I complied.
My heart, already shattered, splintered as I fumbled with his belt, a memory piercing through the haze: I had endured agonizing experimental treatments, nearly dying, to cure the rare disease that was killing him.
He had vowed eternal gratitude, promised to cherish me forever. But the cure had ravaged my metabolism, ballooning my body and his affection dwindled just as fast.
Then, his sneer: "You really think I'd touch this? You' re disgusting. Trying to manipulate me with drugs? You' re pathetic."
He kicked me away, walking out, leaving me to burn while Scarlett posted a triumphant selfie with him: "He's mine. Alone." I was just a placeholder, a life-saving tool that had outlived its usefulness.
The fire inside raged, but a chilling resolve hardened. I wouldn't die here. A numb voice whispered: "I will erase Ava Miller, the hopeful artist, the loving wife, the pathetic, two-hundred-pound woman begging on the floor. I will leave this life behind and become someone else. Someone powerful." Paid In Betrayal
Modern After two decades in a black-site prison, Elara was finally free, stepping back into a world she believed her husband had fought to reclaim for her.
But an overheard conversation shattered that illusion: her husband, Marcus, coolly admitted he' d orchestrated her imprisonment as a 'perfect sacrifice' to protect their son, Alex, and clinch his climb to power, all while collaborating with Elara' s own adopted sister, Chloe, his mistress.
Returned home a ghost, Elara watched as Chloe usurped her prestigious position, flaunting Elara' s own uniform.
At a public gala, her father openly slapped her, demanding she yield her family legacy to Chloe, while Marcus and Alex turned their backs, leaving her isolated and humiliated.
The final blow came when Chloe feigned an attack, leading Alex to violently shove his mother against a pillar, and Marcus to threaten Elara with a return to the very prison she'd just escaped.
Twenty years of torture and isolation, endured with the false hope of vindication, were exposed as a cold, calculated transaction by those she loved most.
The once unwavering love she held for her family incinerated into ash, leaving only a chilling clarity: they valued power over her life.
With her past reduced to embers and her future with them extinguished, Elara activated a secret family protocol, erasing every trace of her existence, and walked out into the night, reborn to forge a new identity-and a new life-far from their toxic shadow. The Daughter I Lost to Greed
Modern I'd built my catering business from scratch, pouring every dollar into my daughter Emily's future, envisioning a modest, joyful wedding.
But then Kevin's mother, Brenda, dropped a bombshell: Emily was pregnant, and they demanded a $50,000 wedding plus another $50,000 for a house – my "responsibility."
My own daughter, manipulated by Brenda, sided against me, echoing their absurd demands and cutting me off.
They married without me, then Emily even tried to set me up with a strange man, and Brenda openly demanded my house.
How could my sweet, cherished Emily become so unrecognizable, so deeply brainwashed by this monstrous greed?
The absolute betrayal tore my heart apart, leaving me shattered and utterly bewildered.
Desperate, I listed my house, planning to escape to Oregon.
But Emily's final call, a plea for reconciliation over dinner, was a trap.
Drugged and helpless, I overheard Brenda order Kevin to murder me and inherit everything.
This wasn't just about money anymore; it was about survival. Rewritten Tides: Her Second Chance
Romance My college graduation trip was supposed to be a final adventure, a last taste of freedom.
My best friend, Jessica, was squealing with excitement beside me on the wild coast.
Then, two men emerged: Ethan, the enigmatic Selkie leader from the crashing waves, and Marcus, the formidable werewolf Alpha from the treeline.
While Jessica's gaze fixed on Ethan, Marcus's amber eyes found mine with a predatory intensity, sealing my fate with three chilling words: "You're mine."
My life spiraled into a nightmare.
Trapped as Marcus's captive "Luna" in his brutal pack, I endured his suffocating control and the jealous glares of his she-wolves.
When Jessica, weary of her quiet life with the Selkies, sought my help after her own reckless mistakes, I created a risky diversion.
But she repaid my loyalty with a chilling betrayal, screaming lies that sentenced me to death.
I drowned, my life extinguished by the cold ocean, murdered by the very people my supposed best friend had chosen, all because of her cruel deceit.
How could I have been so blind?
How could someone I loved betray me so utterly for nothing?
But then, I opened my eyes.
The salt spray hit my face.
Jessica squealed beside me.
I was back.
Back at the beginning.
This time, as the two powerful leaders emerged, my choice would be different.
I would not be his captive.
I would not be her victim.
I would choose my own path. My Second Chance, His Last
Young Adult The Northwood University acceptance letter felt heavy in my hand.
It was a golden ticket, meant for both me and Ethan.
We were young, hopeful, ready to build our future together.
But I'd already lived this life once, and it ended with Ethan's hands around my throat.
He blamed me for Tiffany Bell's death, his forever crush.
Now, Tiffany beamed, announcing she wasn't going to Northwood.
And Ethan, standing beside me with his own acceptance letter, chose to follow her instead.
"Northwood can wait. You're more important," he told Tiffany.
He dropped his future onto the coffee table like trash.
"You wouldn't understand, Sarah. This is something I have to do," he said to me, already casting me aside.
His obsession to "save" Tiffany was already in motion.
His twisted narrative was forming, just as it had before.
He thought he was rewriting his past, but he was mirroring the delusion that killed me.
A cold wave washed over me – he was convinced of his heroic path, even if it meant abandoning our shared dream.
How could he not see he was stepping onto the same dangerous road?
This man, who had crushed me once, was now alienating me, with a smirk on his face.
I wouldn't beg him this time.
My survival was paramount.
I was back, and this second chance was mine to seize.
Let him chase his ghost; I was going to rewrite my own destiny, without him. Seeds of Fury: The Discarded Wife's Rise
Romance It was supposed to be my ten-year anniversary, a glittering party celebrating a decade I’d devoted to building Ethan’s empire.
As I stood under the opulent chandeliers, Chloe, his sister, beamed, raising a toast "to new beginnings"—then pressed divorce papers into my hand.
The celebratory evening shattered, turning into a public nightmare.
While Ethan schmoozed with his Ivy League "ideal," Victoria Vance, I suffered a violent miscarriage right there on the polished ballroom floor.
His family hissed, stepping back as if I carried a plague, and Ethan’s only concern was for the “scene.”
Later, I found my meager belongings shredded, my grandmother’s cherished letter torn, and “GET OUT” scrawled in my own lipstick on the bathroom mirror.
How can a man, who knelt at my grandmother’s grave swearing eternal vows and built his fortune on her ancient wisdom, accuse me of being ungrateful?
For ten years, I was the mud from his bayou origins he desperately tried to scrub away, yet the foundation of everything he built.
Now he wanted to erase me completely?
But when his sleek new fiancée arrived with bulldozers, threatening to desecrate my ancestors' precious burial ground, the meek "swamp girl" Elara they thought they'd broken finally snapped.
Clutching my grandmother's secret, powerful seeds, I vowed to reclaim my power, one fiery breath at a time.
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Jilted Girlfriend? I Am The Tycoon's Wife
Dolores Cara Lewis sat quietly as her boyfriend of three years pushed a plate of dessert across the table, wearing a rehearsed mask of sorrow.
He claimed he had to break up with her for her own good, blaming his lack of connections on Wall Street and insisting he couldn't give her the life she deserved.
He acted like a martyr making a tragic sacrifice, waiting for her desperate tears and trembling denial.
Instead, Cara calmly pulled out a stack of glossy photos and an elegant engagement invitation.
She exposed his secret affair with the wealthy Hailie Lewis, completely dismantling his hypocritical social climb.
Leaving the cheating narcissist pale and humiliated, Cara paid the bill and walked out, thinking the trash had finally been taken out.
But her newly single evening took a chaotic turn when a teenage gaming partner called in a panic.
He begged her to crash his elite prep school and pose as his aunt to save him from expulsion.
Cara agreed, flawlessly playing the role of the secret new wife to his uncle, a notoriously ruthless Wall Street titan.
She was thoroughly dominating the snobby school board when the office doors suddenly swung open.
The real billionaire uncle, Beck Greer, walked into the room.
Cara's heart dropped into her stomach as his glacial eyes locked onto her, knowing her social existence in New York was about to end.
Caught in a terrifying, inescapable lie, Cara made an insane calculation.
She stepped forward, firmly hooked her arm through the billionaire's, and smiled sweetly.
"Honey, what took you so long? Julian and I were being bullied."
She waited for the executioner's axe to fall, but the untouchable tycoon simply covered her hand with his and played along. Jilted Ex-Wife? The Secret Billionaire Heiress!
Hei Baidong I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up.
When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience.
"Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff."
Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me.
I gave birth to twins all by myself.
The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped.
They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child.
I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister.
I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies.
But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test.
It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years.
Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband.
This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing. Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss
Mo Yufei I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing.
During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me.
I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst.
She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side.
"Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house."
I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip.
My heart went completely dead.
So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate.
I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table.
"I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today." The Hockey Prince's Secret Ice Queen
Lila All I wanted was to find a computer genius to process the non-linear dynamic equations for my ecological model.
Instead, I found myself cornered by Julian Andrews, the university's hockey prince, trading a public, staged kiss for his academic support.
To finalize our "deal," I was dragged to the campus ice rink.
The cheerleaders and puck bunnies immediately swarmed him, mocking my plain clothes and treating me like a pathetic joke.
Brooke, the head cheerleader, even set up a figure skating competition with a date with Julian as the grand prize.
She performed a basic spin, blew him a kiss, and smugly waited for me to fall flat on my face and humiliate myself.
His hockey teammates laughed from the sidelines, watching me try to support Julian as he stumbled around the ice like a newborn giraffe.
But as I held his warm hand to keep him from falling, I couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong.
Why was a top-tier athlete faking such awful balance?
And why did his ice-blue eyes stare at me with such knowing anticipation, as if he already knew about the professional figure skating past I had spent years trying to bury?
"Just let go and skate."
He whispered, slowly releasing my hand.
I took a deep breath, glided to the center of the rink, and landed a flawless double Axel.
As the entire rink fell into a dead, shocked silence, I realized I had just exposed not only my own hidden past, but also the biggest secret of the campus god. 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 Jilted Biker Heiress's Spectacular Comeback
Out Of Town "From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer."
In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title.
The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry.
His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt.
Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get."
They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps.
The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world.
When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance.
"She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel."
I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face.
"This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole."
But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey... When The CEO Falls For A Small-Town Girl
DANYNHAYE07 Olivia grew up in a small Florida town, happy despite dreaming of something bigger-until a car accident took her entire family and left her alone.
She was forced by her cold, strict grandmother into a life working at a convenience store, but her uncle stepped in. She left with him for New York City.
Olivia began rebuilding her life alongside her loving uncles. Then one day, she met Alex-her uncle's boss. Strong, sexy, controlling, obsessive. A perfectionist who discarded anyone he deemed incompetent, a womanizer who never tied himself down. Until Olivia.
She was younger than his usual type, but the moment he saw her, he was captivated. Olivia was drawn to him too-but she avoided him at every turn, refusing to give in so easily. Alex pursued her with every trick he had. What he never expected was that, in the battle to win her, his own heart would surrender first. His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Director
UsagiChan77 For ten years, Kinsley played the perfect, invisible wife to billionaire Christian Decker.
She lived on a meager allowance, secretly pouring her heart into earning first place for a prestigious Hollywood directing fellowship.
But on the day her gold-stamped acceptance letter arrived, she stood outside his study and heard him give her hard-earned spot to Blair, his live-in mistress.
Christian casually dismissed Kinsley's months of grueling work, claiming a mere housewife didn't need industry resources.
He threw an unlimited black credit card on the desk, telling her to go buy some jewelry and stop throwing a tantrum.
That same night, he paraded Blair at a Wall Street gala wearing the Decker family's heirloom sapphire, letting Manhattan's elite look at Kinsley with pity and mockery.
When Blair boldly moved into their master bedroom, Christian fiercely defended the mistress, warning Kinsley not to cause a scene over nothing.
Ten years of quiet devotion were trampled for a fake heiress's vanity. Kinsley looked at the man she had loved, her heart turning completely to ash.
She finally understood that in this massive estate, there was never any room for her.
She took off her platinum wedding ring, left all his luxury gifts behind, and walked out of the mansion empty-handed.
Then, she calmly dialed a private number to her production team.
"Scrap the fellowship transition. I'm taking the director's chair directly."
She was going to make Blair audition for her on a global live stream, and let Christian watch his precious investment burn. THREE-YEARS CONTRACT MARRIAGE WITH THE HOT BILLIONAIRE
Ashley Ray "Sign the contract, or lose everything."
I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King.
My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction.
Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love."
He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end.
I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his.
But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective.
Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything.
They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn.
With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?
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