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Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.(Bella)
It's my two years anniversary this coming weekend and I've been ecstatic about it. My marriage to Dean has been blissful, peaceful and above all our love grew each passing day.
The doorbell rings, pulling me out of my thoughts, I smile knowing Ashley, my best friend is here, I applied my lipstick and take a quick glance at the mirror before hurrying downstairs.
Dean's out on an important business trip and Ashley's inviting me for a girl's night out.
Honestly, I'm in no mood for alcohol, I haven't been feeling too good but Ashley's insisting, and thinking about it now, she's right, it's been long we stepped out. So yeah.
"Hi, darling," I say with a wide smile, giving Ashley a quick kiss on the cheeks. "How do I look?" I spread my arms, expecting her praises.
Her eyes darts on me for a while and then a smile forms. "You look -stunning, as always." She says, her smile spreading across her face.
"Thank you, boo. You look as stunning yourself," I reply and then I tilted my head. "Where are we going?" I ask.
"It's a surprise, but a good time is assured," she says, her smile still in place.
"Alright, but Ash I'm not drinking too much tonight, haven't been feeling too good lately," I say just in case. "Plus you know I'm not good with alcohol,"
"Roger that, now after you," she winks as we exit my penthouse.
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My eyes slowly opens, adjusting to the light in the room, I'm in bed, and in a strange room.
I straightened up quickly and turned to see Ashley sleeping beside me, and only then did I breath out in relief.
God, last night was--- I can barely even remember a thing, the only thing that I can remember was entering the club with Ashley, laughing and talking through the loud music and then me slowly sipping my first drink.
Everything goes blank afterwards, like it's been erased from my memory or something. I guess I had too much of that amber liquid.
My head hurts, my body feels like it's been hit by a freight train, I'm staying off alcohol for a long time.
Ashley stirs beside me and slowly opens her eyes. "You're awake," she says with a yawn.
I nod but then I ask. "How did I end up here?" I raise my brows, skeptical.
Ashley shrug it off. "We both had much to drink, couldn't drive in that state, so I figured we should crash here,"
I nod again, not remembering anything isn't even helpful at all but I'm grateful Ashley has us sorted out.
"Thanks, Ash. We should wash up and leave, I need to pickup Dean's anniversary gift," a smile finds it's way to my face as I say this.
Ashley gives me a tiny smile. "Right, we should."
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Divorced By Mistake: Reclaiming My Ex-wife
"Wasn't I good in bed? Didn't I spoil you enough? What the hell did those fuckers give you that I couldn't?" My husband, Dean, yells at me for the very first time, gripping my hand and when I look into his eyes, I see how much he's hurting, how much he believed all the lies, how much he's not willin/0/17897/coverorgin.jpg?v=513ccfd975c0091f9d1ccf26febf8b26&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Accidental Roommate
*Complete* After experiencing heartbreak and betrayal, Sharon Ashwood runs to New York, trying to get as far from it as possible. However, instead of the solitude she wanted, she soon found herself getting a new roommate in the form of her brother-in-law's best friend, Cameron Ballard. Giant'/0/73883/coverorgin.jpg?v=1d6648a2866aafa919b160ad5a001afc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
She Took The House, The Car, And My Heart
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." K/1/105404/coverorgin.jpg?v=5c3a318487bc37587de38d0646fa9875&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Ghost Wife's Billion Dollar Tech Comeback
Today is October 14th, my birthday. I returned to New York after months away, dragging my suitcase through the biting wind, but the VIP pickup zone where my husband's Maybach usually idled was empty. When I finally let myself into our Upper East Side penthouse, I didn't find a cake or a "welcome ho/0/37661/coverorgin.jpg?v=59cef53ed5ba1336d4f3fd2d015d64d9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Goodbye, My Love
Loraine was a dutiful wife to Marco since they got married three years ago. However, he treated her like trash. Nothing she did softened his heart. One day, Loraine got fed up with it all. She asked him for a divorce and left him to enjoy with his mistress. The elites looked at her like she was de/0/69279/coverorgin.jpg?v=470c37c28032fffc04e91cca64c9513f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Jilted Ex-wife? Billionaire Heiress!
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who s/0/18657/coverorgin.jpg?v=9a79d7acdcacd7fdcdb981c8d1613e94&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Absolute Fondness: Loving You Is My Occupation
The day Julie married James, she felt right away that he didn't love her. For him, she was the most vicious and despicable woman that he had ever met. She accepted his maltreatment but what she didn't expect was for him to deprive their child of his care and affection. After her first miscarriage, h/1/100248/coverorgin.jpg?v=fbbf5c1f42fb2058c92295a1577af81a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Contract With The Devil: Love In Shackles
I watched my husband sign the papers that would end our marriage while he was busy texting the woman he actually loved. He didn't even glance at the header. He just scribbled the sharp, jagged signature that had signed death warrants for half of New York, tossed the file onto the passenger seat, an/0/70229/coverorgin.jpg?v=fcb5bb1aee3baa0a751a0ae14b9c28a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
