A Dare With The Evil

I'm The Fake Wife Of Mr, CEO

"Carizza, are you okay? ” Kisha asked me. "Wherever? ” I asked back. "There's a lot of trouble outside, there's a couple who want to buy a girl and the boss doesn't agree," answered Kisha, which surprised me. VWFS which means virgin wife for sale. the business is legal and it's operating all over the world, it's not a forced sale the both sides are agreed to the terms and conditions. I nodded and we entered the group together. how much you will pay are specific time values, he is not a lifetime wife if that does not depend on the flow of money you give to the company. The safety is strict too. "I heard that woman tripled her price just to buy one of us" "Why doesn't the boss want to agree, it's obvious to burden that customer" muttered the other women. Take care of our body, from head to chin. There are also trainings on what to do as a wife. the only rule not to be violated is that sex between the buyers and the product is prohibited. You're safety first. "I'm really sorry, but the purchase from Carizza is really limited. And she got the highest value among the girls. we don't just sell him without the screening" I was shocked to hear my name. "Te, it looks like you are the woman's bet" Kisha teased me. I seriously watch them in front. I am Carizza Laurise Somorostro, also known as the highest paid wife. The limited edition woman. I'm the only one who has very few buyers, but when I do, it's a lot of money. I am skilled with everything and my ratings are high. My time value is 6 months from my original price which is 5.6 million and he already has benefits depends on the customers demand and request. They looked at me when they noticed my presence. Lawrence and I met eyes, I know why he didn't want me to sell right now. All the girls look at me with a question face. A sophisticated woman who had just been debating with our boss about buying me made a habit of looking at me. i am shocked, all buyers here it's either men or couples. She walked towards me, held my arms and pressed them gently as if I was something she really wanted. I smiled at his smile. I lived anonymously, I was able to live alone. "My dear, can I buy you? promise you won't regret your decision, I can pay, name the amount. I also promise your safety. I'll hire bodyguards and buy all you want just let me buy you" he pleaded. Lawrence approached us and pulled me behind him. Lawrence Reyno, VWFS owner. "Ma'am we can't really consider what you want. Carizza's service is limited time only. ” he reminded the woman who was now depressed and looked really desperate for what she wanted. She walks closer and presents her card. "Maybe this will help the situation? ” she calmly asked, Sir Lawrence accepted the card and his jaw almost dropped in shock. “L-Lanzaderas?” he called and my colleagues gasped at the same time. Fear, panic, and restlessness. What's happening? "I'm Georgianna Lanzaderas, the wife of Yhulo Lanzaderas. I'll ask you again, Mr. Lawrence. Can I get this beautiful maiden right here? ” he asked seriously and gave me a look. Sir Lawrence swallowed and nodded without hesitation. "Y-yes miss, Kisha please prepare the contract" Sir Lawrence ordered in a panic that Kisha was also panicking. all of them you can't paint the faces. The woman approached me. I don't know what kind of people they are and why my colleagues can act like this. I'm just curious, why would a husband want to buy a woman to be someone's wife? "My dear Carizza, do you accept my offer to buy you? ” asked Mrs. Lanzaderas. I felt Kisha approaching me and motioned for me to say yes. And so did others. I looked behind them and looked at Sir Lawrence who also nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Lanzaderas. I'll do my service for six months" I announced with a smile that they immediately shook their heads. "No darling, its a lifetime service. You'll be the wife of my husband, Yhulo Lanzaderas" my eyes widened and my mouth fell open. WHAT??? did she just say that i'll take her place and be the WIFE OF HER OWN HUSBAND? What is she thinking? Does his wife know this?

Never Yours Again: Too Late To Chase Me Back, Mr. CEO!

Ever since Ryan took her in, Kailey had tried to be sensible and pleasing, shaping herself around his moods. He'd raised her, but she never saw him as family; she'd been sure they'd end up together. On the day she turned twenty, ready to confess her feelings again, his beloved woman came back. Kailey overheard, "Kailey is just a kid to me; I could never look at her that way. The only person I love is Olivia." She walked away, and Ryan fell apart. Later, at her wedding, Kailey smiled in white. Ryan pleaded, "I regret it, Kailey. Please don't marry him." Calmly, she said, "Can you let go? My groom won't appreciate it."

The Billionaire's Genius Wife's Ultimate Cold Revenge

My five-year-old daughter was turning blue in my arms, her body rigid with a 104-degree fever. I called my billionaire husband, Clifton, dozens of times as I rushed to the hospital, but he declined every single call. While I was screaming at doctors and fighting to save our child’s life, a news alert flashed on my phone. Clifton was at the Met Gala, looking devastatingly handsome as he intimately draped his tuxedo jacket over the shoulders of his mistress, Eleanora. The nightmare didn't end at the hospital. Clifton used a secret clause in our prenup to snatch Lily from her bed and move her to a private facility without my consent. When I finally found her, my own daughter shrank away from me in terror. "Go away, bad Mommy!" she sobbed, while the mistress fed her oatmeal and whispered that I was the one who made the doctors hurt her. Clifton stood by and watched, telling me I was too "hysterical" to be a mother. But then I discovered the real reason they were hiding her. My husband was illegally using my late mother’s rare bone marrow samples to treat Eleanora’s secret blood disorder. Now that those samples are failing, he is taking Lily to a secluded castle in Germany to harvest our daughter’s marrow for his mistress. I sat in the dark, watching them play happy family with the child they plan to sacrifice. I realized then that my marriage wasn't just a lie—it was a biological harvest. They think I’m just a broken trophy wife who doesn't understand the science they are using to destroy me. They have no idea that I am "Ghost," the anonymous medical genius behind the very research they are trying to steal. As we board the private jet to Germany, I’ve stopped crying and started calculating. If they want to play with life and death, I’ll show them exactly what happens when a mother stops being a victim and starts being a predator.

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

The Almighty Alpha Wins Back His Rejected Mate

Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission-carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!

From Rejected Omega to the Supreme White Wolf

I was dying at the banquet, coughing up black blood while the pack celebrated my step-sister Lydia’s promotion. Across the room, Caleb, the Alpha and my Fated Mate, didn't look concerned. He looked annoyed. "Stop it, Elena," his voice boomed in my head. "Don't ruin this night with your attention-seeking lies." I begged him, telling him it was poison, but he just ordered me to leave his Pack House so I wouldn't dirty the floor. Heartbroken, I publicly demanded the Severing Ceremony to break our bond and left to die alone in a cheap motel. Only after I took my last breath did the truth come out. I sent Caleb the medical records proving Lydia had been poisoning my tea with wolfsbane for ten years. He went mad with grief, realizing he had protected the murderer and rejected his true mate. He tortured Lydia, but his regret couldn't bring me back. Or so he thought. In the afterlife, the Moon Goddess showed me my reflection. I wasn't a wolfless weakling. I was a White Wolf, the rarest and most powerful of all, suppressed by poison. "You can stay here in peace," the Goddess said. "Or you can go back." I looked at the life they stole from me. I looked at the power I never got to use. "I want to go back," I said. "Not for his love. But for revenge." I opened my eyes, and for the first time in my life, my wolf roared.