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Mistaken Night With My Paper Husband
Billionaires I was the adopted daughter of the Galloway family, bound by a four-year paper marriage to a sickly heir just to secure their wealth.
To ensure I fulfilled my "duty," my adoptive father drugged my champagne and sent me to a hotel room.
But I stumbled into the wrong presidential suite and woke up in the bed of a terrifyingly powerful stranger.
I fled in panic, leaving behind my diamond earring as a humiliating "payment" for his trouble.
When I dragged myself home, my adoptive family didn't care about my trauma. They only screamed at me for ruining their payout.
"I was just ensuring everything went smoothly! How was I to know you'd be so useless!"
Looking at their greedy, furious faces, I finally realized I was nothing but livestock to them.
I severed all ties, reclaimed my real name, Clara Ross, and walked out to start my new life as an elite child psychologist.
My only goal was to find the truth about my newborn baby, who the hospital claimed had died five years ago.
But on my first day at the prestigious Aurelian Institute, I was assigned a highly sensitive case.
The patient was a five-year-old mute boy who had my exact, unmistakable ice-blue eyes.
And his father was Julian Sterling—the ruthless billionaire from the hotel room, and the true identity of my paper husband.
Seeing the boy's governess raise a ruler to strike him, I stepped into the room with ice in my veins.
"I am his new doctor, and you are done here." The Priceless Wife He Threw Away
Billionaires For two years, I hid my lethal past as a top-tier Delta Force operator to play the perfect, submissive wife to Kason.
But on the eve of the absolute deadline to claim my parents' ashes, he forced me out of our car into a freezing rainstorm.
He had received a frantic call from his mistress crying over her missing dog.
"Are you seriously using dead people to compete for my attention?" Kason sneered.
He slapped my phone away, hurled my bag with my classified military ID into a muddy ditch, and left me stranded on the highway.
I knelt in the freezing mud as his luxury car sped away. I had swallowed his mother's insults and secretly saved his company from bankruptcy three times. Yet, to him, my parents' remains were just a box of dust compared to his mistress's pet.
The suffocating pain in my chest suddenly evaporated, replaced by a terrifying, absolute zero coldness.
The pathetic, submissive wife he thought he owned died on that highway.
I walked to a dingy motel, washed the gritty mud from my face, and traced the jagged scar on my collarbone.
I picked up the landline and dialed a twelve-digit encrypted number to the Pentagon.
It was time to wake up the ghost operator and burn Kason's world to the ground. The Hero Husband's Cruel Betrayal
Modern My husband, Greyson, is a celebrated war hero. When the community center caught fire, he saved a child. But it wasn't our son. He walked right past Karter to rescue another boy, publicly claiming the child as his own.
That betrayal was nothing. When Karter later collapsed, his rare heart condition triggering a life-threatening crisis, I ran for his life-saving medication. The safe was empty.
Greyson had taken it. He' d given our son' s only dose to the other boy to make him "feel strong."
While Karter fought for breath, the news hailed my husband as a selfless hero for his "noble sacrifice."
For years, I excused his coldness and blatant favoritism, hoping the man I married would return. But watching him smile on TV as he condemned our son to death, I finally understood.
He called my desperate pleas "drama" and hung up. He's convinced I'm too weak to leave, that I'll come crawling back like I always do.
He has no idea I've already filed for divorce, severed our mate bond, and am driving our son far away, leaving him to the ruin he so richly deserves. The Termination Plot
Modern At eight months pregnant, I believed my life was a fairy tale. I had a perfect home, a miracle son on the way, and Derek—the husband who worshipped the ground I walked on.
Or so I thought.
One piece of paper turned my fairy tale into a horror story. A vasectomy certificate, hidden in the back of a drawer in his office. It was dated a year ago—six months before our child was conceived.
Panic drove me to his corporate office, desperate for an explanation, praying for a misunderstanding. But the truth waiting for me behind his closed door was sharper than any knife.
"I can't believe she still hasn't figured it out," his best friend, Edison, laughed. "She walks around glowing like a saint."
"Patience," my husband’s voice replied, cold and unrecognizable. "The bigger she gets, the harder she falls. And the bigger my payout. It’s all for Else."
They weren't just lying. They were betting. They were gambling on my humiliation, treating my life and my unborn child as props in a sick game to avenge his sister.
Standing in that hallway, clutching my belly, the woman I used to be shattered. But from the shards, something new was born. Something cold, calculating, and merciless.
I didn't flee. I didn't scream. I wiped my face and composed a smile that didn't reach my eyes.
If they wanted a game, I would play. But they had no idea that the rules had just changed.
I wasn't the prize anymore. I was the punishment. My True North After Their Deceit
Modern I spent four years and my life savings funding my boyfriend's law degree across the country.
I thought we were building a future.
But when I flew to California to surprise him with a proposal at his graduation, I found him on one knee.
Not for me, but for Janessa-my best friend since childhood.
I collapsed on the spot.
When I woke up in the hospital, the nightmare only got worse.
The nurse innocently crushed me:
"It' s good you' re awake. Eric was so worried, just like when their dog got sick. They' ve been such a sweet couple living together these past two years."
My blood ran cold.
Then his mother called his phone, asking if he had finally dumped his "ATM machine" to marry the girl the family actually approved of.
Every bill I paid, every "emergency" transfer, had funded their secret life.
Janessa was even wearing the dress I bought her while accepting the ring I paid for.
They walked into my hospital room, ready to gaslight me one last time.
But I wasn't the naive girl anymore.
I wiped my tears, unlocked the evidence on his phone, and prepared to burn their perfect little world to the ground. Beyond His Lies: Her True Legacy
Modern Five years I poured into Legacy AI, a tribute to my late father, David Miller, and his last research notes. The final pitch, my moment of truth with lead investor Mr. Hayes, was here in the boardroom.
Then, a press release from Johnson Dynamics, my ex-fiancé Mark Johnson's company, slammed me: an intellectual property lawsuit, claiming his newly secured patents covered my life' s work. His company had conveniently acquired my father's old firm, where we all began.
Mark, once my father's star mentee and my own mentor, then fiancé, painted my father as erratic and my work obsolete. He fed the media a narrative of my instability, isolating me before I could even speak. "It' s unfortunate that Ms. Miller, a talented engineer I once mentored, chose this path. We believe she was misled by her late father' s incomplete and often erratic research."
He had reduced our shared dreams, our bond, to nothing more than a calculated business move, a strategic step in his relentless climb to power. He saw my father's legacy, our legacy, not as something to build upon, but as a distraction, a tool for his ambition.
The betrayal was public, humiliating. Mr. Hayes' warmth vanished, investors whispered, and the opportunity vanished. Mark had destroyed everything.
But the cold dread morphed into a steel resolution. He thought he' d won, that I' d crumble. He had underestimated me, and, more importantly, he had underestimated my father. The fight wasn't over; it had just begun, and the answer lay hidden in my father's last, unsorted box of research. Marrying The Man Who Saved Me
Romance My engagement party was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. The ballroom glittered, my custom silk gown flowed, and my fiancé, Liam Thompson, smiled charmingly beside me. Everything was perfect, almost suffocatingly so.
Then, Liam leaned in, his breath warm against my ear, and whispered, "I can' t do this, Olivia. I don' t love you. I never have." The world crumbled. My champagne glass trembled, the room' s buzz faded as shock and heartbreak seized me.
As I reeled, my mother collapsed, clutching her chest, her panicked cries echoing through the suddenly silent ballroom. Liam, still smiling for the crowd, held me back saying, "Let the paramedics handle it. You' ll only get in the way." The whispers grew, laced with judgment, not for him, but for me, the frozen woman watching her mother suffer. My parents, desperate for the merger to save our struggling business, pleaded with me to reconsider.
How could he be so cold? Was our entire relationship a calculated lie for a business deal? Was I so blind to his cruelty, to the manipulative whispers of the struggling musician he was "mentoring"?
In that moment, the naive girl who loved him died. I wrenched free from his grasp, declaring, "We' re done, Liam! The engagement is off!" Just as chaos erupted, a calm, steady voice cut through the noise, "I' ll marry her." It was Ethan Thompson, Liam' s older, enigmatic brother, stepping out of the shadows, offering a lifeline I never expected. My future, uncertain yet again, hung in the balance. His Betrayal, Her Freedom
Romance The ripping sound was louder than any wedding bell, tearing not just my custom gown, but the perfect façade of my wedding day.
My fiancé, Liam, rushed past my ruined dress to console his childhood friend, Brittany, who lay sprawled at my feet, feigning shock.
"It' s just a little tear, Chloe. Don' t make a scene," Liam dismissed, waving away the wreckage of my dreams, while Brittany hid behind him, a smug triumph in her eyes.
A hundred betrayals flashed through my mind: canceled anniversaries, shared secrets, Liam always taking her side.
I had believed his lies, "She's like a sister to me, Chloe. You' re the one I love," but his actions screamed a louder truth.
A cold calm washed over me, replacing the humiliation with stark clarity.
I slowly removed my veil, letting it fall, then twisted my diamond engagement ring off my finger.
I walked to the guest book table, placed the ring precisely in the center, and faced them.
"Liam," my voice was quiet but resolute. "The wedding is off."
I didn't wait for his response, focusing solely on my own liberation after three years of being second best.
The garden venue grew heavy with silence as Brittany broke the spell with a theatrical sob, clutching Liam's arm.
Liam, as if on cue, wrapped his arm around her, publicly comforting the woman who had just humiliated me.
"It' s the stress of the day," he explained to the guests, while his aunt chimed in, defending Brittany' s supposed innocence.
The clean, deliberate rip in my dress screamed aggression, not clumsiness.
"Really, Brittany?" I asked, my gaze fixed on her. "Or did you just want to make sure everyone knows who really comes first?"
Brittany flinched, real frustration flaring in her eyes, as Liam turned on me, his voice low and angry.
"What is wrong with you, Chloe? She' s my best friend! Can' t you just let it go?"
He gaslighted me, painting my anger as overreaction, her malice as a childish mistake, as Brittany played the wounded victim.
Liam's eyes, filled with pure disappointment, showed his concern was entirely for her, my feelings completely dismissed.
My last flicker of hope died; this was the culmination of a thousand betrayals, a profound exhaustion settling in my bones.
I was done fighting, done being angry; I just wanted it all to be over. When Family Sells Your Soul
Modern The first thing I remembered from my last life was the end: the chloroform, the burlap, and my mother' s voice selling me off for twenty grand. Then, the tearing, the brutal silence.
I woke up, reborn, to the sterile smell of antiseptic. My mother, Brenda, lay frail in a hospital bed, diagnosed with end-stage kidney disease. Her eyes, expertly filled with tears, found mine as she wailed, "I'll just... let nature take its course. Save the money for the kids." This was the moment I shattered in my first life, begging to save her.
But this time, I knew. She wasn' t dying for me; she was dying for an inheritance, for her golden child, my useless brother Kevin. They had always manipulated me, bled me dry, and in the end, literally sold me.
I stood up, approached her bed, and with a calm, placid mask said, "Okay, Mom. If that's what you want, I respect your decision." The game had changed. I was back, and this time, hell for them was just beginning. The CEO's Secret Owner
Billionaires I was Ava Miller, the quiet wife of Ethan Hayes, CEO of Miller & Co. What no one knew was that I was the true owner, the majority shareholder, content to stay in his shadow.
At Chloe' s school Thanksgiving gala, my world shattered. Ethan, feigning a "board emergency," appeared on stage, openly parading his mistress, Sophia Rossi, and her son Leo, as his "model family."
He publicly denied knowing me, his wife, the mother of his child. Sophia smirked, humiliating me, while my daughter, Chloe, sobbed in confusion. Leo cruelly tripped Chloe, and Sophia mocked me, throwing money at my feet. The humiliation burned, but the true agony came when Sophia orchestrated a vile online campaign, leaking Chloe' s school details and flooding forums with hate. Then, Ethan sent a company lawyer to threaten me with a restraining order.
How could he betray us so blatantly? How could she be so monstrous, targeting my innocent child? They thought I was just a scorned wife to be dismissed, gaslighted, and silenced.
But as that young lawyer spoke, a cold fire ignited. I wasn't just Ava Hayes. I was Ava Miller, Madam Chairwoman. And I was about to show them exactly how powerful a quiet wife could be. Ice Queen's Vengeance
Modern I was Elara "Ellie" Vance, America's golden girl of figure skating, with the Olympics just within reach.
My whole life, and my Grandma Rose's dream, was about to come true.
Tonight was the final synchronized skating practice, where the Olympic roster would be finalized.
But my boyfriend, Ethan, and my rival, Tiffany Hayes, had other plans.
First, they conspired to lock me in a storage room, making me miss the team cut.
Then, on a secluded track, Ethan, at Tiffany's cruel urging, brought a heavy discus down on my leg, shattering my Olympic dream forever.
As I lay broken, Tiffany called my beloved Grandma Rose, taunting her with graphic photos of my injury.
The shock of their malicious cruelty caused my grandmother to have a fatal heart attack, leaving me utterly alone.
Ethan then helped Tiffany swiftly cremate her body, eliminating any evidence of their vile act, while the media slandered me, accusing me of my own downfall and even provoking my grandma' s death.
My life, my legacy, my family – all brutally ripped away by the people I thought loved me, twisted by their lies and narcissistic manipulation.
How could the man I loved, my "angel," engineer such a monstrous plot?
I was an athlete, a granddaughter, now a broken shell, framed and publicly shamed.
The injustice was suffocating, leaving me gasping for air.
Yet, just as I stood on the brink of despair, a powerful, unexpected figure burst through the venomous media circus – Marcus Thorne, Ethan' s estranged billionaire uncle, my unlikely savior.
He was the key to unlocking the truth, and he created the first real opening for my relentless pursuit of justice. The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns
Billionaires On the glittering night I was set to become CEO of Pearson International and accept Senator Davis’s proposal, my life was a polished diamond.
The Plaza ballroom buzzed with an air of my impending coronation.
It was everything I had carefully built, every dream on the cusp of reality.
Then, a champagne glass from my brother Michael, a whisper of expensive scotch, and a sudden, disorienting haze swept over me.
The last thing I remembered was a camera flash and leering faces before darkness consumed me.
I woke to my face plastered across every tabloid: “Pearson Heiress in Drunken Orgy!”
My world imploded as the Senator’s curt statement ended our engagement, and company stocks plummeted.
Confined to a remote villa, stripped of my phone and dignity, I was forcibly medicated, labeled as having a mental breakdown.
The bitter taste of betrayal lingered—my own brother, Michael, and his venomous accomplice, Olivia, were behind it all.
Their whispers of my “neutralization” and their sickening hints at my father’s “accident” turned my raw shame into a burning, diamond-hard rage.
They thought they had buried me.
But they were profoundly, catastrophically wrong.
Driven by Olivia’s cruel taunts, a desperate, whispered call on an ancient, hidden phone ignited a relentless fire within.
Sarah Pearson died that night, but a formidable ghost, Anya Sharma, was just beginning her ascent from the ashes, ready to unleash a reckoning they’d never forget. You might like
FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
Ophelia Corrigan SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé plowing my cousin on our bed.
Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth.
Then I find out my grandmother is dying.
This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too.
Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy.
That's when Simon Hart-my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation-makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal.
"Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You're tired of everyone pitying you. I'm rich as fuck, handsome as hell, and charming as fuck. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?"
The problem is, he's right.
I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down.
It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings sex. No jealousy. No expectations.
Just sex.
And it worked perfectly.
Right up until everything went completely off the rails.
The Tycoon's Wrath: Protecting His Surgeon Queen
Yixi Yuhuan "You want a divorce? Fine. Complete an IVF cycle, give me an heir to unlock my trust fund, and I'll sign the papers."
In the dim underground garage, my cheating husband gripped my wrist tightly, his face twisted in a mocking sneer.
"Stop dreaming, Ellie. Your family is bankrupt! You think if you leave me, some Wall Street billionaire is going to be blind enough to be your knight in shining armor?"
Looking at his arrogant face, I felt nothing but pure disgust.
For three years of a dead marriage, he paraded his mistress into our marital bed, letting her wear my clothes and carry my bags.
When I demanded a divorce, my own vain mother tried to force me back to be his incubator, all for a seven-million-dollar bribe.
"I'd rather die than have your child."
I looked at him coldly and slammed the "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" right into his face.
Infuriated, he tightened his grip on my arm, ready to explode.
Just then, blinding LED headlights tore through the darkness of the garage.
A custom black Bentley Mulsanne glided silently out of the shadows, stopping inches behind us.
The tinted window rolled down, revealing a sharp, lethally handsome face.
The most ruthless, untouchable billionaire on Wall Street-Cosmo James.
He also happened to be my husband's former best friend.
Cosmo's ice-blue eyes locked onto the hand gripping my arm. His deep voice cut through the freezing air like a blade:
"Take your hands off her."
Cosmo leaned slightly forward, radiating sheer, predatory authority. A cold, ruthless smirk touched his lips.
"You asked which Wall Street billionaire is going to be her knight in shining armor."
"It's me." Accidentally Pregnant With The Billionaire Heir
Bae Writes One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents.
Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice.
The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke.
Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door.
Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection.
No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose. While My Husband Cheated, I Married His Powerful Brother
Minja To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money.
Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth.
Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover.
She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years.
After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past.
She was wrong.
The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world.
Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back.
But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life.
Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother.
Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his.
Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother. Wrong Room: Sleeping With My Fiancé's Uncle
Natala O'neal To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears.
After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms.
"You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive.
Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it.
When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her?
All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss.
When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply.
"Call her Aunt." Flash Marriage To The Ultimate Sports Tycoon
Dorine Koestler I carried a thermos of homemade chicken soup to the VIP lounge to surprise my husband after his ice time.
But through the unlatched door, I caught him tangled naked on the sofa with Kyleigh—the "grieving sister" of a fallen teammate he claimed desperately needed our family's charity.
I froze in the hallway, pressing my back against the cold concrete, only to hear something even more chilling.
"What if she finds out the Nevada marriage certificate you gave her is completely fake?" Kyleigh purred.
My husband scoffed, calling me a cold, arrogant idiot.
He bragged that once he finished draining my family's century-old hockey trust funds into his agency's account, he would discard me.
Even worse, I realized the four-year-old orphan he had begged me to sponsor was actually their biological child.
Three years of my complete devotion and financial support, all built on a forged piece of paper and a calculated lie.
He really thought I was just a sheltered heiress he could bleed dry and toss aside.
I didn't kick the door open, and I didn't scream.
Instead, I pulled out my phone, calmly recorded their naked betrayal, and dumped the three-hour soup into the trash bin.
Since I was legally a single woman, I immediately called my Wall Street counsel to freeze all my offshore assets.
He thought he was a mastermind, but he had no idea who he had just provoked. Nine Rejected Marriages, I Wed My Ex's Rival
Mattie Valelly Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time.
Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle.
It was his ninth broken promise.
When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson.
"Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money."
Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant.
"It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me."
After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her.
She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number.
Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival.
"Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?"
Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb. Wrong Room, Right Billionaire: Ultimate Revenge
Yue Manshuang For ten years, Gidget sacrificed everything for her fiancé, Colin, enduring his family's sneers just to secure the medical funding her dying younger brother desperately needed.
But at a high-society gala, she pushed open a VIP lounge door and found Colin having sex with her malicious step-sister, Dixie.
Worse, Dixie was four weeks pregnant.
"Once I finalize the trust fund injection using her clean public profile tonight, I'll cut her loose."
Hearing Colin's cold words, Gidget threw her engagement ring right into his face.
In retaliation, Dixie threw herself down a flight of hospital stairs to frame Gidget.
Furious, Colin immediately froze her brother's medical trust fund, leaving the boy in sudden cardiac failure in the ICU without the money for life-saving equipment.
Driven to absolute despair and completely abandoned, a soaked and exhausted Gidget stumbled into a luxury hotel to hide from the rain.
She accidentally triggered the private elevator to the top-floor presidential suite.
She didn't know the terrifying Wall Street tyrant inside was suffering from a lethal touch-allergy, and any woman who touched him would trigger anaphylactic shock.
But when he grabbed her in the dark, there were no hives, no pain. Just her scent, which instantly cured his lifelong agony.
After a night of chaotic entanglement, Gidget fled back to the hospital, terrified of how she would pay her brother's bills.
Only to find an anonymous, unlimited medical grant had just saved his life.
She thought she was finally free to start over, completely unaware that the real predator had just locked her cage. Help! My One-Night Stand Is Examining Me?!
Ela Osaretin "Spread your legs," the cold, handsome doctor ordered.
To escape her ex-boyfriend's wedding invitation , Alana Martin attended an elite gala, wore a borrowed gown , and ended up spending a wild night with a dangerously handsome stranger.
Panicked, she fled the next morning -only to end up in the hospital days later with severe inflammation.
But when the curtain pulled back, the "doctor" examining her intimate areas was the exact same man from that night!
Worse?
He was looking at her with a wicked smirk,
"You stole my first night, ignored my note , and now you're playing the amnesia game? I'm the victim here, little lady. Take responsibility." Divorce While I'm Pregnant? Fine, Let's Sign It!
Rashmi On a freezing December afternoon, twenty-five weeks pregnant, Avery Collins walks into a dessert shop craving something sweet.
Instead, she finds her husband, Adrian Blackwood-the cold, brilliant CEO of Blackwood Capital-sharing an intimate moment with another woman.
In that instant, Avery finally understands.
Some people can never be yours, no matter how long you've loved them.
She had loved Adrian for eight years, long before he even knew her name. A one-night mistake, an unexpected pregnancy, and a marriage forced by family pressure turned her dream into a prison. While Avery gave everything to their marriage, Adrian believed she had trapped him.
So she lets him go.
After giving birth to their daughter, Avery makes the most heartbreaking decision of her life. Knowing she could never defeat the powerful Blackwood family in a custody battle, she leaves her daughter in Adrian's care and departs for Stanford University, carrying nothing but a photograph of her baby and asking her lawyer to handle the divorce.
Five years later, Avery returns as a world-renowned financial journalist-beautiful, brilliant, and unrecognizable.
Then her lawyer delivers shocking news.
Adrian never signed the divorce papers.
"He said if you want a divorce... you must ask him in person."
Avery's answer is simple.
"Then tell Mr. Blackwood... I'll see him in court."
She believes that's the end of it.
Until a little girl slips her tiny hand into Avery's.
"Pretty lady... will you have dinner with me?"
Avery looks up-and meets Adrian's unwavering gaze.
"Mrs. Blackwood," he says quietly, "our divorce can wait."
As the little girl whispers, "Please don't leave me again..."
...Avery realizes the one battle she thought she'd already won has only just begun. 
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