Nieves Gómez

Nieves Gómez's Books and Stories

Swapping Grooms: Revenge Of The True Heiress

Romance

5.0

I was standing at the altar of St. Trinity Church, about to exchange vows with my fiancé, Alex Rowland. But when the officiant spoke, Alex didn't take my hand. He reached toward the side door, where my foster sister, Amelia, was waiting in her own wedding dress. In my past life, I was paralyzed by the humiliation. Later, when I uncovered my foster family's dark secrets, Alex pushed me into the freezing Atlantic. As icy water filled my lungs, he sneered that a mere foster girl never deserved his love. After I died, my soul lingered just long enough to hear my foster parents' chilling confession. I wasn't an orphan. I was a stolen heiress. They had kidnapped me as an infant, used me as a disposable pawn to pave the way for their biological daughter, and murdered me to steal my identity bracelet. I died drowning in betrayal, my true identity buried forever, treated like a stray dog by the monsters I called family. Opening my eyes again, I was back at the altar, right before the moment of my public ruin. This time, I ignored Alex's outstretched hand, lifted the hem of my gown, and walked straight past him. I stopped in front of his sickly, untouchable cousin—the true billionaire heir of the Rowland family. "Mr. Rowland, will you marry me?"

Flash Marriage: My Secret Billionaire Husband

Modern

5.0

To pay for my mother's medical bills and escape my abusive ex-fiancé, I entered a contract marriage with a seemingly ordinary office worker named Julian. But right after we signed the papers, my "normal" husband effortlessly commanded men in black to throw my harassing ex down the stairs, then moved me into a breathtaking Manhattan penthouse. He claimed the luxury apartment was just a corporate tax write-off, and his high-end connections were just employee discounts. I believed his flawless lies, until we were chased by heavily armed assassins in black SUVs on a dark highway. He didn't panic. Instead, he calmly pulled a real Glock from the glove compartment and pressed the heavy weapon into my shaking hands. "I will not let anything happen to you." He shielded me with his own body. Just as the killers closed in, a tactical helicopter and armored vehicles swarmed the woods. Elite operators stepped out, bowing to my husband and respectfully calling him "Sir." I was terrified and completely bewildered. Who exactly was this man I married? Why did a simple finance guy have a private army and a deadly target on his back? Looking at his bleeding shoulder, I didn't run. I chose to face the darkness by his side. And as I slept, my gentle husband stepped onto the balcony, his voice turning into a ruthless blade as he ordered the financial ruin of the billionaire empire that dared to hunt me.

The Dead Wife's Spectacular Secret Return

Modern

5.0

Five years ago, I faked my death in a yacht explosion just to escape my ruthless, controlling husband, Gerald Sinclair. Now, I have returned to Boston as the new Dean of Medicine at St. Jude Hospital. My only goal was to secretly check on my seven-year-old daughter, Cassidy. But what I saw shattered my heart. She was locked inside a heavily guarded VIP suite like a prisoner, so psychologically broken that she was standing on a windowsill, ready to jump. Gerald's armed security team treated the hospital like a military base, forcing her to swallow heavy psychiatric pills. When she managed to escape through the air ducts and collapsed into my arms in the courtyard, her small, feverish body trembled violently. "No! I don't want to go back to the white room!" She begged me, crying in terror. But because my identity was a secret, I could only watch helplessly as Gerald's security chief tore my own child from my embrace and locked her back in the cage. I didn't understand why Gerald would rather destroy our daughter's mind than let us go. Was his twisted obsession and need for control worth driving his own flesh and blood to the brink of death? Now, my cover is blown. Gerald just received the message that I am alive, and he is flying back in a blind rage, freezing my accounts and locking down the entire city to trap me. But he forgot one thing. I am no longer the helpless wife he backed into a corner. This time, I am taking my daughter back.

Too Late, Mr. CEO: Watch Me Shine

Romance

4.2

Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire. But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice. "The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more." Kayla's blood turned to ice. "She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition." The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log. Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged? Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down.