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MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE

MARRIED TO THE CEO WHO RUINED ME: HIS BRIDE, HIS REVENGE

He shattered her heart to avenge a past that wasn’t hers. Now he desires her in his bed—as his wife. Marceline Valino once believed in love. She gave her heart—and her innocence—to Cross Dejava, the boy who whispered promises in the dark, igniting dreams of a forever that felt so real. But by morning, her world was left in ruins. Private photos were leaked, her name dragged through the mud, and at the eye of the storm? Cross, smirking, cold, and ruthless. “You mean nothing to me,” he said, delivering a blow that would leave scars. “You’re just the bastard daughter of my father’s mistress.” His vengeance had never aimed at her heart; it was meant to punish the daughter for her mother’s sins—an ex-lover who had torn his family apart. Pregnant and abandoned, Marceline begged for mercy, but all she received was the echo of his silence. When she lost the child, she lost every last piece of the girl she used to be. Now, five years later, she’s preparing to return—broke, desperate, and willing to do anything to save her ailing mother. Anything… except this. Because the man extending a lifeline isn’t a savior. It’s Cross. And he has no desire for her heartfelt apologies; he craves her complete submission. A contract marriage awaits her. No love. No escape. No mercy. But Marceline isn’t the naive girl he once broke. She’s a woman who has risen from the ashes, ready to play his game. And as the pieces of their lives fall into place, she’s determining when—exactly—she will ignite a fire that could burn it all down. The future promises a reckoning, and she's preparing to seize it.
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Five: Misunderstood
Back at Cross's office, the afternoon sun filtered through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Samantha had been pacing up and down, her heels clicking against the marble with each anxious step. Now she stopped, turning to face Cross who sat behind his mahogany desk, looking through some papers like nothing had happened. She couldn't take it anymore. The silence was killing her. "Cross," she said, moving closer to his desk. Her voice was tight, almost pleading. "Tell me the truth." He looked up from his papers, his dark eyes meeting hers. There was something unreadable in his expression. "Tell me this is just one of those jokes you usually make," she continued, her hands gripping the edge of his desk. "Tell me what the media is saying isn't true. Tell me they're just making up stories like they always do." Cross set down his pen and leaned back in his chair. He watched her with that calm, calculating look he always wore when he was thinking.
Last Updated: 2025-07-07
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Four: Tension
Samantha's eyes burned with fury as she stared at Marceline . Her manicured fingers curled into fists at her sides, knuckles white with the pressure of barely contained rage."How dare you threaten me," she snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a blade. Each word dripped with venom, her carefully maintained composure cracking to reveal the ugliness beneath. The silk blouse she wore rose and fell with her rapid breathing, betraying just how deeply Marceline's words had affected her.Marceline, in stark contrast, remained infuriatingly calm. "Oh don't say that, I'm not threatening you at all," Marceline muttered, her voice carrying that maddening tone of innocence that only served to fuel Samantha's anger further. "I'm only giving you an instance." She examined her nails with deliberate nonchalance. The air between them crackled with hostility. Samantha's chest heaved as she fought to maintain some semblance of control, but Marceline's dismissive attitude was like gasoline
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Three: Be careful
The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Samantha stood there, her perfectly manicured fingers gripping her designer handbag so tightly her knuckles had turned white. Her eyes, sharp as daggers, fixed on Marceline with the kind of hatred that burns slow and deep. She looked like a predator who had finally cornered her prey, ready to deliver the killing blow.Samantha's lips curled into a sneer, her face twisting with disgust as she looked Marceline up and down like she was examining something nasty she'd found on the bottom of her shoe. The expensive perfume she wore couldn't mask the bitterness that seemed to radiate from her very pores."You've become something else, I must confess," Samantha said, her voice dripping with venom. Each word came out slow and deliberate, like drops of poison falling from her tongue. "Marceline, you have no shame at all."She took a step closer, her heels clicking against the marble floor like a countdown to destruction. Her wh
Last Updated: 2025-07-05
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Two: Confrontation
The leather chair was cold against Marceline's back. She shifted around, trying to get comfortable. The office looked like every other corporate space - all gray and black, just like Cross's soul. She ran her fingers over the armrest. Expensive stuff. The walls had awards and certificates she couldn't read from where she sat. Pictures of Cross shaking hands with suits. A world she was married into but never belonged to.Quiet. The clock on the wall was too loud. Tick. Tick. Tick. She checked her phone. Cross still hasn't been back. Typical. He called her here like she worked for him instead of being his wife. Well, wife on paper. Their marriage was more like a business deal than anything with feelings.Her wedding ring caught light from the big windows. Heavy. Expensive. Like wearing handcuffs made of diamonds. She twisted it around her finger - something she did a lot since the wedding. The diamond was perfect, the setting fancy. Cross made sure everyone knew what it cost. Image was
Last Updated: 2025-07-04
Chapter: Chapter Fifty One: New Trouble
Marceline's fingers drummed against the polished mahogany desk as she processed Alvin's words. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across her office, highlighting the tension etched in her features. She lifted her chin defiantly, her dark eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and determination. "I'd love to see you try to get me," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper but laced with steel. The challenge hung in the air between them like a gauntlet thrown down. Alvin's jaw tightened as he straightened his tie with deliberate precision. His eyes never left her face as he took a step closer to her desk, his presence looming over the space between them. "Mark my words, Marceline," he said, his voice low and threatening. "I'll be back for you. Cross can never have you-not truly. What you two have is nothing more than a facade, and we both know it." He paused at the door, his hand resting on the brass han
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
Chapter: Chapter Fifty: I Will Have You
The room fell into a heavy silence that seemed to stretch on forever, the only sound being the gentle hum of the air conditioning and the distant murmur of traffic from the street below. The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife. Then, suddenly, Marceline's laughter shattered the quiet like glass breaking against stone. It started as a soft chuckle but quickly escalated into full-blown laughter that echoed off the walls. Her shoulders shook as she pressed a hand to her stomach, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. Alvin's brow furrowed deeply as he watched her, confusion etched across his angular features. His hands hung awkwardly at his sides, and he shifted his weight from one foot to the other, clearly caught off guard by her reaction. "What's... what's funny?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked at her with genuine surprise. The confident facade he'd been wearing moments before began to crack, reveali
Last Updated: 2025-07-02
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR

MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE: ANDREW LUTHOR

Sarah's life fell apart the day her parents died in a mysterious car crash. Left with a crumbling family business and a scandal that almost crumbled her parents’ legacy, she was forced into a marriage with the cold billionaire Andrew Luthor—a union arranged by her uncle to salvage their family's reputation and the Luthors' multi-million dollar investment. To Andrew, the marriage was nothing but a calculated move—a merger to protect his empire. He saw Sarah as nothing more than collateral, believing her family betrayed him in a deal gone wrong that cost him his trust and nearly everything. He vowed to make her pay. What Sarah didn’t know was that Andrew’s hatred ran deeper than business—he blamed her for something she had no idea about. And behind his cold eyes was a burning need for revenge. But under the surface of their cold marriage, sparks begin to flicker. Sarah, struggling to find answers about her parents' deaths, starts to uncover secrets Andrew never intended her to know. And just when Andrew begins to see her truth and falls for the woman he married, Sarah disappears—heartbroken, pregnant, and unwilling to be used again. Years later, she returns, no longer the naive girl he married, but a fierce woman with secrets of her own—and a child Andrew never knew existed. Now, he wants her back. But Sarah isn’t the same. And forgiveness comes with a price. Can love survive betrayal, revenge, and years of regret? Or is it already too late?
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Chapter: Chapter Sixty one: Slapped
Lena stared at Carmelita, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. The words just wouldn't come. The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy, filling up the small living room until it felt like the walls were pressing in on her."Mother..." she finally managed to whisper."Don't call me that," Carmelita snapped, her voice sharp as a blade cutting through the air. Her eyes were cold, colder than Lena had ever seen them. The woman who used to smooth her hair and call her daughter was gone, replaced by someone who looked at her like she was something dirty on the bottom of her shoe.Lena flinched back, her shoulders hunching up around her ears. She could feel Mia and Sarah watching from the corner. "You ruined the bond between two friends," Carmelita continued, her voice getting louder with each word. "So what exactly do you want to explain to me again? What excuse are you going to give me this time?"Lena bit down hard on her lower lip, tasting blood. She turned
Last Updated: 2025-07-07
Chapter: Chapter Sixty: Visit To Lena
"I better start getting ready and prepare to come over," Carmelita said, her tone excited. "Alright mother, see you soon," Sarah and Mia said almost in unison, their voices carrying a mixture of anticipation and excitement. "You too, ladies," Carmelita said before hanging up, her fingers trembling slightly as she placed the phone down on the marble side table. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.---LENA'S APARTMENTThe small apartment felt suffocating in the late afternoon heat. Lena sat curled up on her worn leather couch in the cramped sitting room, her legs tucked beneath her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone. The device's blue light illuminated her face in the dim room, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes and the tension lines that had become permanent fixtures around her mouth.She wore an oversized sweater that hung loosely on her thin frame, trying to hide the bandage wrapp
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Nine: Assumption
Mia let out a long, shaky breath . "It's not that I don't trust him anymore," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's just... some part of me still trembles when I think about what could have happened if that stranger hadn't shown up when he did."Sarah reached over and squeezed her friend's hand. She could see the way Mia's fingers still trembled slightly, the way her eyes would dart toward the door every few minutes as if expecting danger to walk through it."I know," Sarah said softly. "But you're safe now. Mia nodded, though her grip on Sarah's hand remained tight. "Speaking of that red-haired guy... I can't stop thinking about it. How does he know William and Andrew so well? I mean, the way he talked to them, it was like they were old friends or something.""Maybe they are friends," Sarah suggested, settling back into her chair. "He definitely spoke to them casually enough. Like he'd known them for years.""And that name... Anthony." Mia frowned, pressing her
Last Updated: 2025-07-05
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Eight: Apologies
ANDREW'S MANSIONThe morning light filtered through the grand windows of Andrew's mansion, casting long shadows across the polished marble floors. Sarah and Mia descended the ornate staircase together, their soft footsteps echoing in the spacious foyer. The elegant clicks of their heels against the cold stone created a rhythmic melody that suddenly came to an abrupt halt.There, standing awkwardly in the center of the sitting room, was a figure they hadn't expected to see so early in the morning. William's tall frame seemed diminished somehow, his usually confident posture replaced by something more hesitant, more vulnerable.The sitting room, with its cream-colored walls adorned with expensive artwork and plush velvet furniture arranged in perfect symmetry, felt suddenly charged with tension. The morning sunlight streaming through the bay windows highlighted the dust particles dancing in the air, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere that contrasted sharply with the heavy emotional
Last Updated: 2025-07-04
Chapter: Chapter Fifth Seven: You Don't Have A Choice
William's Mansion The morning sun filtered through the heavy curtains of William's bedroom, casting long shadows across the hardwood floor. William groaned softly, his head pounding like thunder as consciousness slowly crept back into his mind. The taste in his mouth was bitter, metallic—a nauseating reminder of the previous night's excess. He blinked several times, trying to focus his blurred vision. The ceiling above him swam in and out of clarity, and it took him a moment to realize he wasn't looking up from his bed. The cold hardness beneath his back told him everything he needed to know. "What the hell?" he muttered, his voice hoarse and cracked. Slowly, painfully, he pushed himself up from the floor, his designer suit wrinkled and stained. His muscles ached like he'd been in a fight, though he couldn't remember why. The grandfather clock in the corner chimed nine times, its deep resonance worsening his headache. Willi
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Six: After the Storm
The old clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second echoing through the silence that enveloped the room like a heavy fog. Andrew and the others were still processing the unsettling events from earlier, but for Mia, the air felt thick and suffocating with unspoken truths. It pressed on her chest and made it difficult to breathe. Just then, the bathroom door creaked open, releasing a soft cloud of steam that curled into the dim light of the hallway, casting fleeting shadows across the walls. Mia stepped out, wrapping a towel around her damp hair, trying not just to wash away the remnants of the warm shower, but also to cleanse her mind of William’s desperate confusion that lingered painfully in her thoughts. She paused in the doorway, her eyes falling on Sarah, who stood just within the threshold, cradling a ceramic bowl delicately in her hands. “Here, drink this. It will help you feel better,” Sarah offered, her voice barely rising above a soft whisper as she extended the bowl
Last Updated: 2025-07-02
THE DEVIL'S POSSESSION

THE DEVIL'S POSSESSION

He was her husband's worst nightmare. Now he’s her only escape. When Selene's picture-perfect marriage shatters and her husband tries to sell her to the mafia to settle his debts, it's Ronan Blackwood—cold, dangerous, and filthy rich—who steps in. Not to save her. To claim her. “You were never his, Selene. You’ve always been mine.” Now locked in his penthouse and tangled in his world of power, blood, and obsession, Selene must decide: fight him—or fall for the devil who just might own her heart.
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Chapter: Chapter Fifty Seven: Change Of Target
Damien's POV The black sedan died in front of my house, engine making weird noises in the cold. I could barely see my place through the busted windshield. Everything hurts like hell. Breathing felt like someone was stabbing me with a glass. "Easy," one of Salvatore's guys said, opening the door. Cold air slapped my beat-up face. These weren't my guys - just some random muscle Salvatore sent to dump me off. My legs gave out when they tried getting me out. The beating fucked me up worse than I thought. Everything hurt when they lifted me up, and had to drag me like a sack of shit. Blood kept dripping from my head, making spots all over my driveway. The front door looked like it was a mile away. Each step hurt like a bitch. My ribs felt like they were gonna explode - probably cracked from all the kicking those assholes gave me. I could still feel their boots smashing into me. "Almost there," the tall one said. S
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Six: Un expected Call
Selene's POVRonan laughed when he looked at me, his eyes doing that thing again. Like he was thinking dirty thoughts or something. "You know what you're saying?" he asked, his voice all rough and low.But I shut him up with a kiss.The second my lips hit his, everything else just... went away. The dark room, the rain hitting the windows, his cologne that smelled expensive and dangerous. All of it disappeared and it was just his mouth on mine and my heart going crazy in my chest.Every part of me was screaming nooo.My brain, the smart part that usually keeps me from doing stupid shit, was going off like a fire alarm. This was Ronan. This was bad news. This was me crossing lines I swore I'd never cross. But my body wasn't listening anymore.But I told all those voices to shut up and listened to the one telling me to kiss him.That stupid, reckless voice that had been getting louder all night. The one whispering about ho
Last Updated: 2025-07-07
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Five: Tender Care
The engine went quiet as Ronan's black car pulled into the driveway. Moonlight hit the stone front of his house, making everything look shadowy and still after all the noise at the club. My head felt fuzzy from drinking, but my feet hurt so bad it cut right through the buzz.I watched him get out through the dark window. Even in the dim light, I could see how tense his shoulders were, how tight his jaw looked. He moved around the car with that smooth way he always had, like a predator or something. When he opened my door, his dark eyes locked onto mine and I forgot how to breathe for a second."Come here," he said, his voice rough.Before I could say anything or move, his arms slid under me and he lifted me right out of the car like I weighed nothing. His chest was warm against my side, and I caught his cologne mixed with something else-something that made my heart race. My dress hiked up a little when he adjusted his grip, and I felt his fingers
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Four: Bye Bye
He stood directly in front of us now, and the distinct scent of his expensive cologne pierced through the acrid smoke that surrounded us—something undeniably masculine that sent a rush of warmth through my limbs and weakened my knees. His presence seemed to fill the entire space, commanding and absolute, like a force of nature that was impossible to ignore."I think you have something that belongs to me," Ronan said, his piercing gaze locked onto Damien but, oddly, also enveloping me in its intensity. There was a sense of possession in his voice, but beneath that surfaced something deeper—an undercurrent of protection, perhaps even a hint of tenderness that caught me off guard.I watched as Damien’s bravado unraveled right before my eyes. His grip on my wrist, which had felt almost vice-like moments before, loosened and fell away completely. In that instant, he transformed into a child, caught in the act of pilfering cookies from a jar, his earlier confidence evapo
Last Updated: 2025-07-05
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Three: Surprise
Tears threatened to spill down my cheeks, burning like acid behind my eyes. But I couldn’t allow them to fall, not here, not now, and certainly not in front of Damien. I bit down hard on my lower lip, tasting the metallic tang of blood as I fought against the overwhelming urge to break down completely.Letting him see me cry would be like handing fresh meat to a hungry wolf—relentlessly cruel. It wouldn't change anything; it would only make the moment more exhilarating for him. I recognized that look in his eyes, that predatory gleam that flickered to life whenever he sensed my vulnerability. He thrived on it, drawing power from my pain and despair.My left cheek still throbbed from the sharp slap he'd delivered just moments before. The heat radiating across my skin felt like a brand, and I could sense the tender flesh beginning to swell. The metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth where my teeth had bit down on the soft skin, a reminder of the force
Last Updated: 2025-07-04
Chapter: Chapter Fifty Two: On My Own
Selene's POVI was paralyzed, my eyes locked on Damien as he moved closer, his footsteps echoing ominously in the cramped bathroom like a tolling bell signaling doom. The fluorescent light overhead flickered erratically, throwing harsh shadows across his face that made him appear even more menacing than I remembered him to be. My hands quivered at my sides, fingers itching to grasp something that could serve as a weapon or at least a barrier between us.The cold, unforgiving tile wall pressed against my back, its chill penetrating through my thin dress and settling deep into my bones. I knew there was nowhere left to escape. The small bathroom morphed into a claustrophobic prison cell, with its grimy mirror reflecting my pale, terrified face and the single stall offering no real chance for an exit.I couldn’t help but think, "Yes, he’s right," as my mind raced with frantic calculations. "Ronan is still back at the clubhouse, while I’m trapped here in this bathroom. He wouldn’t hear my
Last Updated: 2025-07-03
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