The CEO and I (Marriage by Contract)

Owned by the Rogue Twin Alpha's (A Breeder for the King)

Zaya One marks me at night with ruthless dominance. The other steals me in the daylight, whispering promises that feel like poison and salvation all at once. Together they unravel me, body and soul, until I can no longer tell which one I fear... and which one I crave.

The Billionaire's Obsession (Owned)

*Seventeen years ago* Mr Daniel Pablo, head of the famous and most powerful gang in all of New York, my father. He owned and controlled one of the biggest mob in Brooklyn. It was evening, he sat regally on his lush couch, smoking from his pipe, releasing thick smoke into the atmosphere, not minding that I was there with him, and I was only a ten year old boy. I raised my head, watching him keenly as he sucked in air and slowly breathed out thick white smoke, staring into space, one would tell he was lost in his thoughts. "Honey!" Mom cat walked into the lounge, wearing a red tight dress with a pair of high heeled shoes which clanged the marbled floor as she moved. "My love" dad moved the pipe and kissed her on her lips, staining his lips with her thick red lipstick. Of course, even an animal would tell that they were deeply in love with each other. "Garry is coming tomorrow.... for a business meeting" he placed the pipe at his side stool and made my mom sit on his laps. "Oh really?.... it's been a long time" she smiled, snuggling closer to him getting into his mouth, forgetting that I was there. Mom's eyes moved and her gaze landed on my eyes, I then looked away, continuing with the book I had in my hands. "Mario my son... It's time for bed, let's go" she walked over and took the book from me. "Let's go sweet" she said, I got up and moved. "It's already late" she added, walking with me till we got to the stairs. "Yvonne!.... Come take Mario to his room, it's time for bed" She called the maid servant. Of course, she never puts me to bed by herself, she was always busy. "Alright Mario.... Let's go" the lady reached out and took hold of my hand. " Don't! " I half yelled with my little voice as I withdrew my hand. Lady Yvonne, the new caretaker was startled as she let go of me, her face all scrunched up in surprise. "Oh, He doesn't like people touching him" Mom said from where she was, probably tangling her tongue with dad's. "Oh I'm sorry dear let's go" lady Yvonne led me upstairs to bed. ★The next day★ "Sir Pablo!, So good to see you" Mr Garry smiled as he fist bumped dad's gloved hand. Dad's hands were always gloved with knuckle gloves which covered half his fingers and his palms. Seeing him, you would think he was about to fight someone but no, it was just a normal accessory he fancied. "Garry, Have a seat" they both sat and started talking. Meanwhile mom and Garry's wife Mrs Monika had long been engaged in their feminine discussion as they talked and laughed. My gaze traveled and rested on Racheal their daughter who by right was supposed to be my friend but thanks to me, we weren't friends, because I didn't like having friends. "Mario honey, Go play with Racheal" Aunt Monika said, all smiles. I stared at her for some time with my usual unsmiling and stoic face. "What do you take me for ma'am? Playing is for kids, I'm not a small child" I said with an irritated expression and moved my gaze over to Racheal who sat on the marbled floor, playing and talking to herself. I could sense that Mrs Monika was shocked and felt a bit disrespected because I sounded that way. "My goodness!... Mario honey!" Mom released one of her fake laughs trying to cover up my actions, I just stared at her not bothered at all. "How about you be nice and show her to the library" mom smiled at me, there was an underlying meaning to her smile which only I understood, she always did it whenever she was trying to warn me. "Racheal dear, go with Mario to the library" Mom smiled brightly at the little girl. "Okay" she got up from the ground and skipped down to me, she made an attempt to touch me but I moved back, sending a glare her way. "Don't touch me" I hissed as I climbed the stairs, Racheal following slowly behind me. "Hahaha.... don't mind him Monika, kids can really be a handful at times" That was my mom, still trying to cover up. ★present ★ "I do not understand you Mario, is it that you are not man enough or your dick is paralysed?" Dad asked me looking pissed. " Father I..." I didn't even know what to say because the one who should be pissed was me, not even dad. " Or are you gay!?, Tell me Mario, why you have decided to die single!, you go about fucking your fellow men huh?, you chase after dicks? " " Dad!, I'm not gay!, Okay?, .... Just let me be" I looked away. " Then why have you refused to get married?, Racheal is there, and she won't remain single for ever, look at me" he spread his arms proudly. " Look at me, I'm a real man, and I proved it by getting married to your mother and having you, why do you want this legacy to end in your hands, son?, your mother and I are getting old" " Dad enough with that shit, I do not love Racheal or any other female out there!, I cannot love any female dad!, is it so hard for you to understand!?" "Shut up!" Dad swung his hand and hit me hard on my face. " Don't talk to me that way, I'm your father" My face stung really badly, my

The Queen Returns: Pampered By Her Three Powerhouse Brothers

After five years of playing the perfect daughter, Rylie was exposed as a stand-in. Her fiancé bolted, friends scattered, and her adoptive brothers shoved her out, telling her to grovel back to her real family. Done with humiliation, she swore to claw back what was hers. Shock followed: her birth family ruled the town's wealth. Overnight, she became their precious girl. The boardroom brother canceled meetings, the genius brother ditched his lab, the musician brother postponed a tour. As those who spurned her begged forgiveness, Admiral Brad Morgan calmly declared, "She's already taken."

She Was The Joke, Now She's The Queen

Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"

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 home" banner. Instead, I found my husband, Caden, kneeling on the floor, helping our five-year-old daughter wrap a massive gift for my half-sister, Adalynn. Caden didn't even look up when I walked in; he was too busy laughing with the girl who had already stolen my father's legacy and was now moving in on my family. "Auntie Addie is a million times better than Mommy," my daughter Elara chirped, clutching a plush toy Caden had once forbidden me from buying for her. "Mommy is mean," she whispered loudly, while Caden just smirked, calling me a "drill sergeant" before whisking her off to Adalynn's party without a second glance. Later that night, I saw a video Adalynn posted online where my husband and child laughed while mocking my "sensitive" nature, treating me like an inconvenient ghost in my own home. I had spent five years researching nutrition for Elara's health and managing every detail of Caden's empire, only to be discarded the moment I wasn't in the room. How could the man who set his safe combination to my birthday completely forget I even existed? The realization didn't break me; it turned me into ice. I didn't scream or beg for an explanation. I simply walked into the study, pulled out the divorce papers I'd drafted months ago, and took a black marker to the terms. I crossed out the alimony, the mansion, and even the custody clause-if they wanted a life without me, I would give them exactly what they asked for. I left my four-carat diamond ring on the console table and walked out into the rain with nothing but a heavily encrypted hard drive. The submissive Mrs. Holloway was gone, and "Ghost," the most lethal architect in the tech world, was finally back online to take back everything they thought I'd forgotten.

The Billionaire's Secret Triplets: Mom's Revenge

Six years ago, I was a naive girl sold by my father to the powerful Sanders estate, only to be tossed onto the streets after a brutal assault they labeled "marital infidelity." I fled the country pregnant and broken, hiding from the shadow of a husband I had never even met. Now, I’ve returned to New York with my triplets to sign the final divorce papers and disappear forever. But Archibald Sanders—the man I was told was a crippled recluse—intercepted us with the cold precision of a predator. He didn't see the woman his family destroyed; he saw a gold-digger who had shamed his name. His security team hunted us to a grimy motel, using tactical force to snatch my children away and drag me to his glass-walled empire. In his office, he loomed over me, demanding a DNA test and threatening to throw me in prison while my babies were lost to the foster system. He was convinced I’d cheated, yet he stared at my sons with a haunting confusion, unable to ignore the stormy blue eyes that were a perfect mirror of his own. I stood there, paralyzed by his scent—the sharp tang of rain and expensive leather that triggered the icy dread of my worst nightmares. How could he accuse me of betrayal when he felt exactly like the monster who had shattered my life in that dark hotel room? "I'll sign anything," I sobbed, "just give me my kids." But the game changed when my five-year-old son hacked the tower’s security, holding the skyscraper hostage to save me. In the chaos, a fragile, silent boy—Archibald’s secret son—wandered into the room and reached for me as if I were his missing soul. Archibald’s face turned to stone as he tore up the agreement and locked the doors. "Until I find out why my son is looking at you like that," he growled, "you aren't going anywhere."

Captivation: Want Nothing But You

Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.

No Longer Mrs. Cooley: The Architect's Return

I went to the City Clerk’s office for a routine copy of my marriage license to finalize a trust fund audit. I expected a simple piece of paper, but the clerk’s pitying look told me my entire life was a lie. "The license was never finalized, Ms. Oliver. In the eyes of the state, you are single." The three-hundred-guest wedding at the Plaza and the Vogue features meant nothing. My husband, Gray Cooley, had intentionally filed the documents with a "procedural defect" so he could discard me without a legal divorce. Moments later, an iCloud invite titled "Our Little Secret" popped up on my screen. It was a photo of my best friend, Brylee, holding a positive pregnancy test at our Hamptons estate. Gray’s text to her was the final blow: "Happy anniversary, babe. This baby is the best gift. Once the trust unlocks today, we’re done with the charade." I soon discovered they were even stealing my career, reassigning my architectural masterpiece to Brylee while preparing my eviction notice. Gray's mother called me a "barren mule" in a leaked recording, mocking the infertility I suffered after saving Gray’s life in a construction accident. I wasn't a wife; I was a three-year placeholder used to secure his inheritance. How could the man I bled for treat me like a disposable prop? How could my best friend carry his child while pretending to comfort me through my darkest moments? The betrayal burned until it turned into a cold, hard stone of fury. I didn't cry. Instead, I walked into the penthouse of the Barretts, the Cooleys' most powerful rivals. I signed a marriage contract with Kane Barrett, the man the tabloids called the "Beast of Wall Street." "I want a wedding," I told his father, my voice steady and lethal. "Bigger than the one I had with Gray." If they wanted me gone, they would have to watch me become the woman who owns their world.