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His Unwanted Wife, The Hidden Genius
I flew back to New York on my twenty-fifth birthday, carrying vintage gold cufflinks I spent weeks finding for my billionaire husband, Declan. But when I walked into our townhouse, I found him throwing a massive victory party with Sloane, a glamorous socialite, standing by his side as the proud hostess. "Don't cause a scene. Go upstairs." Declan coldly dismissed me in front of his guests. Even Poppy, the rookie player whose shattered ankle I had painstakingly rebuilt, rolled her eyes and ignored me to suck up to Sloane. Hiding in the shadows, I heard the maids gossiping that everyone thought Sloane was the future Mrs. Hartford. To make matters worse, I discovered Sloane had stolen my anonymous, groundbreaking medical algorithm and was planning to present it as her own. First my husband, then the girl I mentored like family, and now the scientific foundation I had built with my own hands. Declan even texted me to cancel our birthday breakfast without a single apology, treating me like an annoying afterthought. My tears vanished, replaced by a freezing clarity. I signed the divorce papers, leaving them on his desk with zero demands for his money. Then I packed my bags, booked a one-way ticket to Boston, and prepared to destroy them on the global stage.The wrought-iron gates of the Knight Estate swung open, and a scarlet Audi R8, limited edition, swept smoothly along the gravelled drive.
Christian Knight stepped out, immaculate in a tailored charcoal-grey suit.
He shut the car door with controlled force and adjusted his cufflinks, though the tightness in his jaw betrayed his agitation.
Without acknowledging the staff, he strode across the courtyard, past the tiered marble fountain, and towards the grand Italianate façade of the house.
The house steward opened the heavy mahogany door at once.
“Good afternoon, sir.”
“Where is my grandfather?” Christian asked curtly.
“In the drawing room, sir. With Mr. Luke.”
Christian gave a brief nod and proceeded down the corridor.
In the drawing room, Leonard Knight sat opposite his son, Luke, both men sipping espresso and discussing forthcoming acquisitions. The air was calm—almost deliberately so.
Christian entered without ceremony.
“Grandpa, may I ask why I have just learned of an engagement I never agreed to?”
Luke’s head lifted sharply. Leonard, however, merely placed his cup upon its saucer.
“I assumed you would appreciate decisiveness,” he replied mildly.
“Decisiveness?” Christian let out a humourless laugh. “You have arranged my marriage without so much as consulting me.”
His gaze flickered towards his father.
“Surely this concerns my life as much as the company’s.”
Luke shifted uncomfortably but remained silent.
Leonard regarded his grandson steadily.
“If you intend to take the position of CEO of Knight Group, you will marry the young lady I have selected. If you do not, the position shall pass to Jake. He has expressed both readiness and enthusiasm.”
Christian’s composure fractured.
“I have devoted years to getting that role,” he said tightly. “You cannot attach marriage as a condition of employment.”
“I can,” Leonard replied evenly. “And I have.”
Christian exhaled sharply. “I am already in a relationship. You met Lia yourself.”
“I did,” Leonard said. “And I was not impressed.”
A brief silence settled over the room.
“The woman I have chosen for you,” Leo continued, “is accomplished, well-educated, and from a respectable family. She possesses qualities that endure beyond charm and flattery.”
Christian’s voice hardened. “And if I refuse?”
Leonard folded his hands. “Then you forfeit the company, the estate, and any claim to the Knight legacy. You will have two hours to gather your personal belongings. Nothing more.”
Luke rose from his seat. “Father—”
“The decision is made,” Leonard said calmly.
Christian stared at his grandfather, disbelief giving way to wounded pride.
“So that is it? Years of hard work reduced to a transaction.”
“No,” Leonard corrected. “Years of preparation culminating in responsibility.”
Christian straightened.
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MY INDIAN WIFE
Never in her wildest dreams did Mishka imagine that her life would be turned upside down as soon as she stepped into London. "Marry my grandson!" Grandpa Leo's demand threw her off guard. Marriage was not part of her plans, yet she accepted the proposal to marry the most eligible bachelor in London/0/18299/coverorgin.jpg?v=70039e4e1ce046c0538504f7861acbec&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Happy Together
“We'll be married for only a month. After that, we'll get divorced immediately.” Even though their marriage had been arranged by their great-grandfathers before they were born, he believed that such a rude and noisy woman like her didn’t deserve to be his wife. Little did they know then that t/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/1/114138/coverorgin.jpg?v=164013c02dfb792cf8a9a1af73947c2c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
From Jilted Bride To Mafia Empress
For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne. But on the eve/0/18006/coverorgin.jpg?v=df1abec5b642885769fecf91072a0313&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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Hello, My CEO Ex-husband
Three years ago, a once-proud relationship had turned sour. Her love had betrayed her and the public drama became too much. She was determined to leave her beloved and all that he was associated with. The divorce was finalized and she was ruthlessly cut off from the love that once gave her life. He/1/106649/coverorgin.jpg?v=b55ff3a1bf4d7bb198689613bf191b01&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance
I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a ne/0/40781/coverorgin.jpg?v=c2164aac07767e17c371a8bac71db113&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to/0/1102/coverorgin.jpg?v=b417733cee27fb8f7a771d8a1f726e2b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Billionaire's Stepsister
"Who's the bastard's father?" Marcello's cold eyes narrowed to the test results in her hand and then locked with Emilia's but her gaze averted from his in fear of his reaction.After all, he was the only one she slept with. His tone slightly became louder as he said,"Answer me, Emilia."She squinted h/0/19380/coverorgin.jpg?v=77b686fe7947059e5b63b651bb4037f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
