Will make you mine

Her Love, Her Destiny

***Cover page does not belong to me, credit goes to the owner*** She had to stay away from her family because of a prediction of a fortune teller which said to keep her away from the glamour life of the city. Her beauty can be her enemy till the age of twenty she should be hidden otherwise she will have to suffer. But history is witness to how anyone can change or run away from their destiny. She said with teary eyes to the man who was hovering over her, “Please let me go, I am your best friend’s woman” He scoffed and said, “You are just a bed warmer, my friend will thank me when he will know the truth about you” saying this tore her clothes and entered inside her without any warning. More than her body her heart pained hearing such words from the person who was so close to her heart.

Ties From Last Life

COVER PAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER ***This is the second part of “Devil’s Trapped Angel”*** The King’s family held all the business and the economy of the county. Brothers Edward King and Ethan King were on top of business. It was a rumour that the second son of the King’s family was a gay, until he kissed a girl freezing the whole airport, after a long passionate kiss he said in her ears huskily, “This time I won’t let you leave me” She lost her parents in an accident when she was hardly fifteen years, but a rich family adopted her and gave her a lot of love. She loved her adopted brother so much because of the way he took care of her, until a truth broke everything. She always dreamed of a man, but never saw the face of the man.

Love is in the air

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** She was a simple girl and she went on vacation to her friend just before her marriage. Where things turned upside down He was a CEO of the big group and also had a hidden identity as Mafia king with lot of enemies They both were from different world and different places but their destiny had different plans for them. Lets see how they cross their road to each other.

Devil's trapped Angel

***Poster image is not mine...its credit goes to the owner*** He was king of the underworld; no one dares to go against him; he was relentless, cruel, and ruthless. He was the most handsome man on the earth, all the women who see him wanted to sleep with him for once, but he never had any woman beside him. No beauty in the world can melt his stone heart. To make his black money white, he owned a chain college, all over the world. When his eyes fell on her, she was trapped by him. “What are you doing, Mr. Knight. I am a married woman,” she shouted angrily with teary eyes. He held her chin tightly, pinned her to the wall, and said, grinding his teeth, “Oh! My little bird got a tongue, sweetheart you just remember one thing that you can only be my woman” saying this he kissed her fiercely.

Unknown Feelings

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** Marco Walters, he was demon in form of human body, he would do anything to win the world, he was cunning selfish, cruel a person who don’t thinks of anything apart from his profit. He even made a deal of his own marriage just to reach on the top of the world. She was forced to become mistress of her brother-in-law at the engagement banquet of her sister, she had made her mind that she will never follow this arrangement and she took a drastic step shaking everyone. He made Jane Gilbert’s life hell, after suffering for two years she vanished from his life but little did he expected that when she came back, she back with a bang shaking his whole world and challenging his position in the business world. “Jane, I will never let you walk out of my life, again” said Marco angrily She smirked and said “try it” and left without even looking back

Only mine forever

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** He was king of business world who owned the entire country; he had no words named mercy in his dictionary. He doesn’t know what is called losing, he only knows to win and to kill She was right hand of the Mafia boss and his top shooter also known as Black Angel who never fails in her mission Moment his eyes fell on her first words left his mouth was “finally got you Mrs Williams” and he had his signature victory smile on his lips.

The Billionaire's Secret Twins: Her Revenge

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."

Her Marriage Was A Lie, Her Happy Ending Wasn't

Three years into marriage, Rachael gave her all to Xander, even secretly using her newfound heiress fortune to save his struggling company. But the truth shattered her—her marriage certificate was fake, and his "childhood friend" was his real wife all along. When she confronted him, he shrugged her off with, "She's just a friend." Enough was enough. Rachael went back to her real family, soared in her career, and married Xander's rival. When Xander begged for another chance, her new husband pulled her close, flashing their marriage certificate. "She's already married—to me."

After Divorce: My Arrogant Ex Regrets Calling Me Trash

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

I stood at my mother’s open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest’s voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone—he brought Charla with him. He claimed she’d had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Craving The Wrong Brother

She spent ten years chasing after the right brother, only to fall for the wrong one in one weekend. ~~~ Sloane Mercer has been hopelessly in love with her best friend, Finn Hartley, since college. For ten long years, she's stood by him, stitching him back together every time Delilah Crestfield-his toxic on-and-off girlfriend-shattered his heart. But when Delilah gets engaged to another man, Sloane thinks this might finally be her chance to have Finn for herself. She couldn't be more wrong. Heartbroken and desperate, Finn decides to crash Delilah's wedding and fight for her one last time. And he wants Sloane by his side. Reluctantly, Sloane follows him to Asheville, hoping that being close to Finn will somehow make him see her the way she's always seen him. Everything changes when she meets Knox Hartley, Finn's older brother-a man who couldn't be more different from Finn. He's dangerously magnetic. Knox sees right through Sloane and makes it his mission to pull her into his world. What starts as a game-a twisted bet between them-soon turns into something deeper. Sloane is trapped between two brothers: one who's always broken her heart and another who seems hell-bent on claiming it... no matter the cost. CONTENT WARNING: This story is strongly 18+. It delves into dark romance themes such as obsession and lust with morally complex characters. While this is a love story, reader discretion is advised.  

The Billionaire's Cold And Bitter Betrayal

I had just survived a private jet crash, my body a map of violet bruises and my lungs still burning from the smoke. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, gasping for my husband's name, only to realize I was completely alone. While I was bleeding in a ditch, my husband, Adam, was on the news smiling at a ribbon-cutting ceremony. When I tracked him down at the hospital's VIP wing, I didn't find a grieving husband. I found him tenderly cradling his ex-girlfriend, Casie, in his arms, his face lit with a protective warmth he had never shown me as he carried her into the maternity ward. The betrayal went deeper than I could have imagined. Adam admitted the affair started on our third anniversary-the night he claimed he was stuck in London for a merger. Back at the manor, his mother had already filled our planned nursery with pink boutique bags for Casie's "little princess." When I demanded a divorce, Adam didn't flinch. He sneered that I was "gutter trash" from a foster home and that I'd be begging on the streets within a week. To trap me, he froze my bank accounts, cancelled my flight, and even called the police to report me for "theft" of company property. I realized then that I wasn't his partner; I was a charity case he had plucked from obscurity to manage his life. To the Hortons, I was just a servant who happened to sleep in the master bedroom, a "resilient" woman meant to endure his abuse in silence while the whole world laughed at the joke that was my marriage. Adam thought stripping me of his money would make me crawl back to him. He was wrong. I walked into his executive suite during his biggest deal of the year and poured a mug of sludge over his original ten-million-dollar contracts. Then, right in front of his board and his mistress, I stripped off every designer thread he had ever paid for until I was standing in nothing but my own silk camisole. "You can keep the clothes, Adam. They're as hollow as you are." I grabbed my passport, turned my back on his billions, and walked out of that glass tower barefoot, bleeding, and finally free.