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My Husband Called Her Late-night Flirty Pic A Mistake
Romance In the past, Sofia had believed her most joyful period would be wedding Jack, whom she loved since the days she and he studied together in the university. However, love, as she had realized, was fragile-easy to break due to infidelity. Jack's adultery had crushed her, and she had been given a stern lesson: genuine love was difficult to come by, and there was no forever. Following her divorce, she vowed never again to give her heart away.
And then Lyon-Jack's tantalizingly hazardous youngest uncle. A man who didn't request permission. A man who didn't subscribe to rules. He blazed into her life, a devastating boom she couldn't recover from with one searing look. She tried to resist him, tried to sever all ties with her ex's clan, but Lyon didn't quit. He pursued a craving that reduced her body to ash and her barriers to dust.
"Uncle Lyon, this is wrong," Sofia whispered, but her voice was not convincing.
Lyon cupped her chin, his hold possessive but teasing, his eyes burning through all the excuses she held on to. "You and Jack are over. I ceased being your uncle the moment you signed those papers," he whispered, his lips a breath away from hers.
"It doesn't change what people will think..." The CEO Wants Me- Heiress Has Risen Again
Billionaires Claire Harrington grew up in the shadow of Eleanor Harrington, her mother-the woman who built one of Ashford City's most feared media empires. Eleanor exposed scandals, toppled rivals, and destroyed reputations without blinking. When Eleanor died suddenly, her empire collapsed in flames of lawsuits and corruption, dragging Claire into the ashes.
At her lowest, Claire thought she had found salvation in Adrian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Corporation. But Adrian never wanted salvation for her. He wanted revenge. Years ago, Eleanor Harrington's media empire had smeared his father, driving him to ruin and an early death. Adrian saw Claire not as a wife, but as a weapon for payback.
"You married me out of love?" Claire whispered on the night he revealed the truth.
Adrian's eyes were cold. "Love? No, Claire. I married you so every time you look at me, you remember the price of your mother's sins."
Humiliated and discarded, Claire refuses to be broken. With nothing left, she claws her way into Whitestone Media, a struggling independent newsroom. There she begins to rebuild herself, learning the very weapons her mother once wielded-truth, influence, and scandal.
Her allies are few. Olivia Price, a sharp-witted colleague who refuses to let Claire give up. Ryan Gallagher, a racer turned whistleblower, whose loyalty challenges Adrian's claim on her. Yet Adrian never lets her go. Every time Claire rises, he drags her back into his world of power plays and media wars.
"Publish another word against me, Claire, and I'll bury you," Adrian warns, pinning her with the same intensity that once undid her.
She lifts her chin. "Go ahead, Adrian. Bury me. Just remember who taught me how to dig."
As Felicity Monroe, Adrian's ambitious fiancée, maneuvers to secure her place beside him, Claire unearths shocking secrets about Eleanor's empire. The Harrington legacy hides more than scandal-it holds the truth about Adrian's family's destruction, and the possibility that he, too, has been T.W.I.S.T.E.D F.A.T.E
Billionaires When love is a cage in a world where such is the norm, Clara Whitmore's life is shattered. Her fiery marriage to rich Edward Harrington is a state of emotional imprisonment, culminating in a degrading public spectacle at an upper-class affair. This accuses Clara of infidelity and imprisons her. Clara's secret-a silent struggle with cancer-is her only truth.
Stolen from her fortune, accused of fraud, presumed dead, Clara vanishes for three years. She returns not as victim, but as specter haunting the man who destroyed her. Betrothed to Edward's billionaire business rival, Daniel Harlow, Clara is a woman hardened in ice, with a frostbitten heart and an evil mind.
But Edward's jealous obsession only becomes more focused. He is a predator with a monster within him who sees a ghost from his own past everywhere he turns. As Clara targets dismantling his empire and exposing Imogen's greatest deceptions, Edward's controlling rage is inflamed.
Their battle is a dance of hate and passion, a distorted game of cat and mouse where hate and love melt into an all-consuming obsession. Will Clara's cold heart melt under the flame of a man still wanting to own her, or will she burn his world to the ground in order to be free once and for all? You might like
HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)
Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
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Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
My Fiancé Married Me To My Rival
rabbit At my best friend's birthday party, I drank tainted wine and passed out.
When I woke up, I heard the doctor say it could cause severe nerve damage.
I teased my fiancé Cayden Hewitt, asking who I was and where I was.
He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt.
"You're Julia. He's your fiancé. You're getting married soon."
I froze, thinking he was joking too.
My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love.
Eventually, I was about to marry Liam.
But Cayden, with eyes red from emotion, stood in front of the car to stop it, pleading, "Julia, don't marry him. I've realized I can't let you go." The 100-Point Divorce Plan
Gavin For three years, I documented the slow death of my marriage in a black journal. It was my 100-point divorce plan: for every time my husband, Blake, chose his first love, Ariana, over me, I deducted points. When the score hit zero, I would leave.
The final points vanished the night he left me bleeding out from a car crash. I was eight weeks pregnant with the child we had prayed for.
In the ER, the nurses frantically called him-the star surgeon of the very hospital I was dying in.
"Dr. Santos, we have a Jane Doe, O-negative, bleeding out. She's pregnant, and we're about to lose them both. We need you to authorize an emergency blood transfer."
His voice came over the speaker, cold and impatient.
"I can't. My priority is Miss Whitfield. Do what you can for the patient, but I can't divert anything right now."
He hung up. He condemned his own child to death to ensure his ex-girlfriend had resources on standby after a minor procedure. The Billionaire's Fashion Designer
dammydimples In a world where fairness should reign, injustice often holds sway. It's a place where the innocent suffer, where hard work doesn't always lead to success, and where privilege trumps merit. It's a world that can break hearts, crush dreams, and leave scars that never fully heal. Yet, amidst the darkness, there's still hope – hope for change, for empathy, and for a future where fairness isn't just a distant ideal, but a lived reality for all.
But maybe that's not for me. After exchanging the rings I heaved a sigh of relief thinking that could be true, maybe there's truly hope somewhere.
" You may now kiss the bride", the priest permitted.
Every step he took towards me made me feel nervous, my heart pounding as fast as it could, and slowly he lifted my veil. I could bet I saw a smile for a second but it was immediately replaced with that of disgust on seeing me and he nearly puked.
I thought this would be the beginning of dreams and not a nightmare but this would even be my worst nightmare. Wedding days are supposed to be the happiest days right? But that's not the case for me. Who said this world was ever fair? That was a big lie, if it is, to what extent? Bound By The Dominant Billionaire
PreccyChi HER BODY SIGNED THE CONTRACT,HER SOUL NEVER STOOD A CHANCE.
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She needed a job. He needed control.
Shy, broke, and desperate, Sasha lands a job as the personal secretary to Xavier Blackwood...a cold, dangerously powerful billionaire who speaks in commands and touches like fire. She was warned: never look him in the eyes, never question him, and never... fall for him.
But when boundaries blur and Sasha finds herself tangled in his dark world of secrets, dominance, and desire, every step she takes draws her deeper into his web.
He's ruthless. He's possessive. And he's hiding a past that could destroy her.
Now, she must decide...run while she still can, or surrender completely to the man who owns her heart... and her body.
In a world of velvet chains and twisted passion, love was never meant to feel this good... or this dangerous.