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"You let another man touch what belongs to me?" Lucian’s hand, a possessive vice, encircled her throat. "How dare you? You're mine. The next man who lays a finger on you will beg for death." Lyra’s bitter laugh filled the silence. "Since when do you care? Wasn't I your 'land whale'? Your 'disgusting she-hippopotamus'?" CRACK. His fist splintered the plaster beside her head. "I. FUCKING. CARED. You were always MINE." "I counted every breath you took in his arms," Lucian whispered, his lips grazing the scar he’d given her. "Now he'll count his as I carve them out." Lyra stood unyielding. "You discarded me like trash. He picked up the pieces." The mirror shattered as he hurled her against it. "I WAS SAVING YOU." From what? The forced marriage? The night she miscarried, utterly alone? Lucian’s "care" came too late. Lyra never wanted this marriage—a gilded cage to a billionaire who systematically broke her. But with her mother’s life hanging by a thread, she sold herself to the monster who devoured her soul. Lucian crushed her, made her beg for scraps of dignity. Then, his best friend offered everything Lucian withheld—gentle hands, tender words, a love that didn't wound. Lucian returned. Now, he's a shadow, everywhere: watching her with hungry eyes, touching her with possessive hands, swearing this time will be different. He pleaded, on his knees, for her heart. But Lyra knows better. She’s uncovered three explosive truths: Lucian's first wife wasn't just gone; she was murdered. Her sister didn't disappeared. And the most dangerous lie of all? She's been sleeping with it. Game over? Or game just beginning? As Lucian's obsession escalates and the past claws its way back, Lyra will choose between revenge, accept or reject.

She doesn't want to rely on a man because she believes all men are jerks. She does literally anything as far as it would generate more income to her account, What she doesn't do is stealing, killing and kidnapping. But anything else apart from those three she will do it. She entered a 90 days contract marriage with a billionaire. He is the heir of Rainbow Company and the CEO of one of the biggest businesses. On his grandmother's death bed she makes him promise to get married. What will transpire when they cross paths? Will there be a spark between them?

They say love at first sight is a fantasy. He turned it into an obsession…and then a contract. Drowning in debt and dodging loan sharks, Louis's only break is a one-time ad gig. He smiles for seven seconds, gets paid, and thinks that's the end of it. He's wrong. Across the world, reclusive billionaire Lorenzo Volterra sees the clip. A man who has spent his life never looking twice at another man suddenly cannot look away. In that fleeting glimpse, he finds his obsession. Within twenty-four hours, he's at Louis's door. His first words: "You are my husband now." Louis laughs. He's not for sale. But Lorenzo doesn't understand "no." Raised to believe money buys everything…including love…he's never been refused. Never been loved. He doesn't know the difference between possessing someone and caring for them. When he offers to erase Louis's debt, it isn't kindness. It's a transaction. The price? A year of Louis's life, pretending to be the husband of a man whose love language is ownership, and whose broken English hides something darker. Lorenzo has never wanted anyone like this. The gender should matter…but looking at Louis, it simply doesn't. The obsession doesn't care about labels. It only cares about him. Now Louis is swept into ruthless luxury, where every desire is anticipated and every move watched. Lorenzo surrounds him with everything money can buy…because that's the only way he knows to keep something precious. But is Louis a cherished partner, or a trophy the man on the screen simply took? Can someone never taught to love ever learn? And when Louis looks into those glacier-blue eyes…why does he feel like he's falling?

“Brent, please, I didnt cheat on you!” “Shut up!” Here I was begging a man who was a cheat himself— begging him to believe me and take him back. Despite the fact that he had been the one that cheated. But where had the compromising pictures come from? “I can't — I can't b-believe you're choosing your ex over me, Brent! I'm your wife! Your wife!” “Not only have you ruined my reputation, you have ruined my family's name as well. I wish I can erase you and everything we have together from my memories,” he growled at me. “You'll pay for what you've done, Priscilla. I promise you.” “Brent, you have to believe me,” I wept, summoning up the courage to clutch at his arm but he snatched it away from me, making me fall back violently against the table. He produced a set of papers and a pen and slammed them down onto he table. “Divorce papers. I want them signed. Now.” ***************** Sent packing by her husband when she was two months pregnant, Priscilla Sinclair had no one to turn to so she buried herself in her work. Six years later, she met the father of her children who wants her and his kids back. Could there be a chance for him in her life again?

Claire got pregnant by a stranger she had a one night stand with. Being born from a political and business clan, she knew her family would disown her once they found out her situation. So she tries to find the man who impregnated her and offered him a proposition—to be her contract husband.

Vivienne Ashworth was not supposed to die. She was supposed to marry Roman Steele, claim the inheritance her mother had buried for twenty years, and finally live as the woman she actually was. Instead she went to her sister with the truth and was dead before the week was out. She gets one more chance. She wakes up three years before the accident with every name, every document, and every move already mapped. The Ashworth estate is hers by blood. Roman is hers by contract. And the people who took everything from her the first time are about to find out she is much harder to kill when she sees them coming.