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The wrong bride

The wrong bride

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Dark Romance

Dominant

Ruthless

Betrayal

Revenge

Contract Marriage

The billionaire heiress Chloe Sterling is stripped of her fortune, her purity, and her dignity by her new husband, Julian, who orchestrates a fraudulent marriage and uses a lookalike to claim her wedding night. Desperate for revenge, Chloe enters a marriage-of-convenience with the ruthless tycoon Alexander Cross. Chloe’s primary goal is to act as a cold, lethal tactician, leveraging Alexander’s immense power to systematically dismantle Julian’s life, destroy his reputation, and reclaim her stolen shipping empire. Her main obstacles are Julian’s desperate legal manoeuvres, high-society backlash, and her own severe psychological trauma, which makes her fiercely resist opening her heart again. The central conflict resolves when Chloe successfully bankrupts Julian, forcing him to watch her reclaim her throne. However, the ultimate tension lies in Alexander’s dark secret: he was the man who actually claimed her in the dark on her wedding night. What do you think will happen when Chloe finds out?.

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The sacred vow
Chloe The heavy silk of my wedding gown felt like an anchor, pinning me to the plush velvet seat of the vanity chair. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my fingers trembling as I traced the delicate lace overlaying my collarbone. For twenty-three years, I had been the prize of the Sterling estate the sole heiress to a shipping empire that stretched across three continents. My grandfather had built it from the ground up, and upon his death, every single cent, every piece of real estate, and every share of stock fell into my hands.But to the world, I wasn't just an heiress. I was an anomaly.In a society where money bought everything and loyalty lasted until the next highest bidder came along, I held a strict, unwavering conviction. It was a vow I had made to myself the day my mother passed away, a promise whispered into the quiet corners of my lonely childhood bedroom: I will only ever give my body to the man I call my husband.In my circles, that vow made me a target of mocker
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The Echo of Laughter
ChloeThe first thing that woke me was the cold.It wasn't a gentle morning chill, but a deep, biting drafts that seemed to settle right into my bones. I stirred beneath the heavy silk sheets, my muscles aching with a fierce, unfamiliar soreness that instantly brought a flush of heat to my cheeks. The memories of the night before rushed back in a chaotic wave the fierce, unyielding weight of my husband, the roughness of his hands, and the absolute surrender of giving him my vow.A soft smile touched my lips. I turned over, expecting to bury my face against Julian’s warm chest, expecting his arms to wrap around my waist and pull me back into the sheets.But my hands met empty fabric.The mattress beside me was completely cold. The indentation where his head had rested was already flat, as if he had been gone for hours. I blinked my eyes open, the bright, harsh morning sun cutting straight through a gap in the heavy velvet curtains and blinding me for a fraction of a second."Julian?" I
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The video proof
Chloe I stood frozen at the entrance of the grand parlour, my fingers gripping the doorframe so tightly my knuckles turned stark white. “My legs finally found their strength, fuelled by a raw, primal terror. I stumbled forward, my hands throwing open the heavy oak doors, desperately praying that what I was hearing was a nightmare, a sick joke, anything but reality. But as the doors swung wide, I stepped into the grand parlour, and my entire world collapsed into ashes.My head snapped toward the massive projector screen taking up the far wall. The air was sucked completely out of my lungs. My heart didn't just break; it shattered into a million jagged pieces that tore through my chest.It was a video recording of our wedding night. No. It was a recording of my wedding night. Because as the camera zoomed in on the dimly lit bed, catching the flickering amber glow of the fireplace, the truth hit me like a physical blow. The man pinning my wrists above my head, the man who had heavily a
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The shadow of a stranger
CHLOE Desperation has a distinct, suffocating taste. For three gruelling days, it had been the only thing keeping me alive.The rain from the night of my betrayal had long since stopped, but the cold had settled permanently beneath my skin. I had spent seventy-two hours wearing a cheap, oversized trench coat bought from a gas station with the handful of crumpled bills left in my pocket. My phone was dead, my credit cards were flagged, and every entry into the Sterling corporate database blocked me with a flashing red prompt: Access Denied.Julian had executed his execution of my life with terrifying precision. I had no one to turn to, my old friends, the socialites who used to flatter me had suddenly gone radio silent. The media was already running headlines about the landmark merger between Vance Holdings and the SterlingSterling Shipping Empire. I was a ghost walking through my own city. But I refused to vanish. If Julian thought his stolen wealth bought him absolute safety, he
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The Price of His Protection
CHLOE“Are you sure about this? Refuse me, Miss Sterling, and you walk back out with nothing.”The words still hung in the polished silence of the penthouse office when I forced the next ones past my lips.“I apologize for wasting your time, but I really can’t accept it.”Alexander Cross did not argue. He did not raise his voice or attempt to persuade me. He simply regarded me for one long, unreadable second, then inclined his head as though I had confirmed something he already knew.“Fine. Whatever you say.”His voice dropped into a low, terrifyingly calm murmur that slid down my spine like ice water. He turned on his heel with the same controlled precision he applied to everything else and walked toward the private executive exit. A sleek, armoured black sedan waited at the curb. The driver opened the rear door, but Alexander paused before stepping inside. From the inner pocket of his tailored coat he withdrew a heavy matte-black business card and extended it toward me.“Call me whe
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The Arrogance of a Fraudster
ChloeThe air in the room was thick, charged with a predatory energy that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Four men were already inside. Two sprawled across the thin mattress, another leaned against the rickety desk, and the fourth stood silhouetted against the city lights at the window.My blood turned to ice.Before I could step back into the hallway, the heavy fire door swung shut behind me and clicked firmly into place.The tallest man—leather jacket, jagged scar along his jaw—pushed off the desk. “Miss Sterling,” he said, voice dripping with mock courtesy.My fingers tightened around the strap of my handbag until the knuckles whitened. I forced my voice steady even though my knees felt like water. “Who are you? How did you get in here?”No one answered. They simply watched me, eyes tracking every micro-movement the way wolves watch a cornered deer.The scarred man smiled—a slow baring of teeth that never reached his eyes. “You really should be more careful about where
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no where to go
My heart dropped straight into my stomach, leaving a cold, hollow void in its wake. “Why should I leave?” I demanded, desperately trying to anchor my heels to the faded carpet. “I paid for this room through the end of the week. You can’t just throw me out into the street. It’s illegal.” The manager swallowed hard, his prominent Adam’s apple bobbing erratically against the frayed collar of his uniform shirt. He refused to look me in the eye, instead focusing somewhere over my left shoulder. “We’ve been instructed by upper management to terminate your stay immediately, Miss Sterling. Your reservation has been permanently cancelled. The funds… well, they were refunded to the primary account on file. An account that our system flags as no longer existing.”"You can’t do that!” My voice cracked, the sharp, desperate pitch echoing down the dingy, narrow hallway. “Look at the clock. It’s already late. Look at me! Where am I supposed to go at this hour?” The manager said nothing. He didn’t
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when family abandons you
Chloe Relief crashed through me so violently that my knees nearly buckled. A place to sleep. A door that would open. Family. The word itself felt foreign after three days of freezing in exile, but I clung to it like a drowning woman to a jagged piece of driftwood.“On my way,” I said before heading up and immediately started walking toward the nearest bus route that would take me up to the residential hills where the Sterling estate stood.For the first time since the rain had washed the last of my wedding night from my skin, something like hope flickered in my chest. I told myself the call meant safety. I told myself blood still meant something. I told myself that even if the rest of the world had turned its back, the house I had grown up in… the people who shared my DNA… would not.I did not yet know that the gates would open only long enough to trap me inside... and that the people waiting on the other side had already decided I was a threat that needed to be surgically removed.W
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