Toxic Marriage

A Scandal With Mr. Nightwood

When Kristine Iglesias discovers about her boyfriend's cheating, she chooses the ultimate weapon for her revenge: A one night stand with his enemy. The irresistible, dominating, heartless billionaire, Zayne Nightwood. One night all it took to change the flow of her life. An irresistible desire sparked between them. Both of them began to crave each other badly. One night. One opportunity. The news of their one night stand and her pregnancy spread like fire caught on silk. A scandal was created, risking both hers and his image, But there was a catch. Everyone thought Zayne got her pregnant but the child was not Zayne's but Edric's. In her one drunken mistake, she saw an opportunity, a dark path to annihilate all the obstacles, to make all her enemies pay. Subsequently, Kristine and Zayne decide to marry, to fool the public and avoid allegations. All on the demand that she will be all Zayne's. From her soul to every inch of her pretty skin. From her life to that unborn child's life– all shall belong to him. Because according to him, she was his leash, his tamer, she 'should' be his. When both of them had secretive motives behind this marriage, trusting each other or falling in love was going to be hard. But how can they resist each other when both of them got addicted to each other?

Contract Marriage With The Mafia: Worship Series

Having a contract marriage with the ruthless and most deadly mafia ace, Nathaniel Alroy, was going to be Zariah Ezekiel's biggest mistake. She, who was known as the 'human killing machine', could have done anything for him, she was blind for him, she knew he was her only weakness. In fact, according to Zariah- 'Fuck my leadership, responsibilities, expectations, all I want was him to be mine. All mine.' And he took advantage of it, he used it. He started their marriage by dominating her, restricting her life to his commands so she could become his 'doll'. Because according to Nathaniel- 'She will dance around fingers like a puppet and then... I will crush her like a delicate rose.' Both of them have contrary perspectives about each other, their marriage was useless, a show for the underworld. Both of them had their own hidden, dark, intentions in which the mention of sincerity was absent. Discard their feelings, their purpose was their priority which was- Another's defeat. Can Zariah revive the man she once lost?

Billionaire's Game Of Revenge

"For the next ten minutes, I will seduce you and if the word 'Please' escapes your lips. You lose." "And what will happen if I lose?" I asked hurriedly, not moving my eyes from his atrocious one, breathless, tempted, but also scared. "You will let me touch you. With. Your. Consent." *** A one night mistake. A slap. Garnet was going to regret slapping the most manipulative and desirable billionaire, Roy Layne. He tried to know the secret behind her tears but it ended up in a game of revenge. After finding her as his new PA, he gained a chance to teach her a lesson for the slap, to beckon her in his charm. To make her his using all possible means. But, at the same time, his insensitive brother, Lucien Layne, claims that he knows Garnet's dark past and had selected her as his prey. When both Brothers have set their eyes on the same woman, who is going to win?

My Alpha, My Protector

Eliana Duke was forced to marry her ex, Kyle Hudson, by the man she loved passionately. As a human, she had no idea the man she was attached to was a beastly werewolf- The Alpha of the Crimson Heart Pack, Alpha Denzel Reynolds. He came to kill her initially. But upon seeing that she is a human and so younger than him. He couldn't do it. So he decided to separate her from his life entirely by forcing her to marry Kyle, forgetting all the promises, the beautiful talks he once made with her. But, could it stop the attraction of the mate-bond? Can the distances kill the love she once had for the Alpha and devote to her husband?

Marrying Mr. Arrogant

“I only married you for revenge. You are not my wife nor will I ever consider you one.” *** When the cold-hearted billionaire, Dariel Cannedy, got cheated by his ex-wife, he decided to marry Saafia Blooms as revenge. To him, it was- ‘My employee married my wife and I will marry his girlfriend. Simple as that.’- just to hurt the cheaters, to break them, to make them suffer. Saafia was against all of it, she believed in forgiveness, in kindness but Dariel’s heart was tainted black. Two people. Different thoughts, emotions, lives, demeanor. They were like light and dark. Still got married. Working this mismatched marriage was impossible; an incomplete tale- can they make the impossible possible?

Extremity- Rayan's Love

Passionate hearts can break every limit for the one they love. This sounds perfect for Rayan's story who hid the intense feelings he had for Irsa but before he could make a move, it was too late- Isra was getting married. He wanted to move on- but things didn't go as planned. It was said that lost time can't be regained again. And he lost his, He had lost the person he loved all his life. What's left for him was to watch Isra slipping out of his life while he was losing his own identity, Isra lived her life peacefully, accepting what fate brought her but he couldn't; willing to twist destiny if he had to seize a little shred of 'non-existent love' Isra had in her heart for him. Willing to arouse doubts and heartbreaks knowing it all too well she doesn’t love him back.

Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."

He Chose First Love, I Chose the Alpha King

I gave him three years of silent devotion behind a mask I never wanted to wear. I made a wager for our bond-he paid me off like a mistress. "Chloe's back," Zane said coldly. "It's over." I laughed, poured wine on his face, and walked away from the only love I'd ever known. "What now?" my best friend asked. I smiled. "The real me returns." But fate wasn't finished yet. That same night, Caesar Conrad-the Alpha every wolf feared-opened his car door and whispered, "Get in." Our gazes collided. The bond awakened. No games. No pretending. Just raw, unstoppable power. "Don't regret this," he warned, lips brushing mine. But I didn't. Because the mate I'd been chasing never saw me. And the one who did? He's ready to burn the world for me.

Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father

I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."

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."

My Husband's Affair, My Anniversary Gift

"You'll be my wife on paper only. You'll have everything-except my heart. You'll never be Marina." For five years, Lily lived as David's secret wife-his poised secretary by day, his invisible stand-in by night. Every cold touch reminded her she was just a replacement. Every whispered "Marina" cut deeper than the last. Their marriage was born from an accidental night-a mistake he turned into a contract. He wanted nothing but an image and a convenience, yet she foolishly gave him her whole heart. So when the real Marina returns, Lily knows her time as the placeholder is up. David's actions make it clear: she was only ever a convenient replacement. Without a fight, she signs the divorce papers and walks away, surrendering the position he always wanted to give to another. But why is it that the man who once swore he'd never love her... now refuses to let her go? David doesn't understand why Lily's absence haunts him. Why her quiet strength burns him in ways Marina never did. All he knows is that he's determined to get her back. By any means necessary. Even if it meant breaking her all over again. She paid the price for loving him once. Now, he'd pay for losing her forever.

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."