THE OCEANS GOLD

My Crush, My Roommate

Because Michelle Rivers saw Devon Kai Carter compete in a boxing tournament online and was instantly attracted to him, she decided to enroll in the same sports school as he did, despite the fact that it was only exclusive for boys. In order to enter the school undetected, Michelle had her long and dark beautiful hair cut short and dressed as if she were a boy. But what was even more shocking was the fact that she shared a room with a senior at the school. Her roommate was none other than Devon Kai, the person who was responsible for her enrollment at Goldstein Academy.

Substitute Bride For The Rumored Ugly Billionaire

Naya White was ordered by her stepmother to become the substitute bride of her stepsister Clover, and marry the rumoured ugly and idle man, Raphael Stewart. She thought that the man she married was really ugly, but on their wedding day, she found out that Raphael was actually very noble and handsome. But what surprised her even more was that her soon-to-be husband was also the man with whom she had a one-night stand and who had saved her life in the casino. Not only did he have a completely different handsome appearance than rumored, but he also seemed to have more secrets.

CALL ME OFFICER JEON

Choi Aera's parents were killed by a group of mafia when she was 10 while taking their vacation. They were in the forest that time for a camping and he met a boy named Jeon Wonwoo, who was 12 and happens to save her from killing by the mafias. She grew up with an imaginary boyfriend without a name. What if they meet again but Wonwoo only wants a revenge for her because she was the reason why his parents were killed and his brother was taken by the mafias. What if his brother became his mortal enemy and a rival from the girl he loves the most?

Bully King Became My Husband

Warning: 18+ ‘‘Felicia...’’ he whimpered as he entered me from behind. I bit the inside of my lower lip to keep a muffled scream from coming out, which was very close to happening. Marcus positioned his hands on my hips and began to find his rhythm in a way that was deliberate but profound. I arched slightly to allow Marcus to knead my breasts after his hands crept underneath me and into the space between them. While he was rolling my nipples between his fingers, I was having a terrible time stifling the groans that were coming out of my mouth. ‘‘It’s okay, baby…’’ he whispered into my ear. ‘‘Just moan for my name…’’ I rested my cheek against the pillow, my eyelids immediately closed tightly, and every time Marcus thrust into me, I was pushed forward, but his pace was slow, and he always pulled out completely before entering me again, making sure that I took every inch of him. ‘‘Felicia…’’ his voice was shaking as he whispered my name, his hand moved to rub my clit, and I felt like my body was about to explode. My thoughts were all over the place, and I'm at a loss for anything else to say. ‘‘Don’t---’’ my words were cut short due to the extreme pleasure he was giving me. ***** Felicia is a sixteen years old high school student and was about to confess her love to her crush on the first day of the new term, however, she was stopped by Marcus, the bully king in her class and she accidentally fell down the stairs. When she woke up, she found her traveled into the world ten years later. To her surprise, the bully king in her school became her husband, but what made her shocked even more was that they had a three year old son!

Rejected by the Son, I Chose the Don

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

The Surgeon's Vow: Healing My Billionaire Husband

I sat in the gray, airless room of the New York State Department of Corrections, my knuckles white as the Warden delivered the news. "Parole denied." My father, Howard Sterling, had forged new evidence of financial crimes to keep me behind bars. He walked into the room, smelling of expensive cologne, and tossed a black folder onto the steel table. It was a marriage contract for Lucas Kensington, a billionaire currently lying in a vegetative state in the ICU. "Sign it. You walk out today." I laughed at the idea of being sold to a "corpse" until Howard slid a grainy photo toward me. It showed a toddler with a crescent-moon birthmark—the son Howard told me had died in an incubator five years ago. He smiled and told me the boy's safety depended entirely on my cooperation. I was thrust into the Kensington estate, where the family treated me like a "drowned rat." They dressed me in mothball-scented rags and mocked my status, unaware that I was monitoring their every move. I watched the cousin, Julian, openly waiting for Lucas to die to inherit the empire, while the doctors prepared to sign the death certificate. I didn't understand why my father would lie about my son’s death for years, or what kind of monsters would use a child as a bargaining chip. The injustice of it burned in my chest as I realized I was just a pawn in a game of old money and blood. As the monitors began to flatline and the family started to celebrate their inheritance, I locked the door and reached into the hem of my dress. I pulled out the sharpened silver wires I’d fashioned in the prison workshop. They thought they bought a submissive convict, but they actually invited "The Saint"—the world’s most dangerous underground surgeon—into their home. "Wake up, Lucas. You owe me a life." I wasn't there to be a bride; I was there to wake the dead and burn their empire to the ground.

The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

The Sword Of My Heart: Marrying A Phantom Tycoon

Everyone in town knew Amelia had chased Jaxton for years, even etching his initials on her skin. When malicious rumors swarmed, he merely straightened his cuff links and ordered her to kneel before the woman he truly loved. Seething with realization, she slammed her engagement ring down on his desk and walked away. Not long after, she whispered "I do" to a billionaire, their wedding post crashing every feed. Panic cracked Jaxton. "She's using you to spite me," he spat. The billionaire just smiled. "Being her sword is my honor."

Love's Sweetest Surprise: From Brokenhearted To Billionaire's Wife

For five years, I believed I was living in a perfect marriage, only to discover it was all a sham! I discovered that my husband was coveting my bone marrow for his mistress! Right in front of me, he sent her flirtatious messages. To make matters worse, he even brought her into the company to steal my work! I finally understood, he never loved me. I stopped pretending, collected evidence of his infidelity, and reclaimed the research he had stolen from me. I signed the divorce papers and left without looking back. He thought I was just throwing a tantrum and would eventually return. But when we met again, I was holding the hand of a globally renowned tycoon, draped in a wedding dress and grinning with confidence. My ex-husband's eyes were red with regret. "Come back to me!" But my new groom wrapped his arm around my waist, and chuckled dismissively, "Get the hell out of here! She's mine now."

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.