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My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"

The three heirs of the Whitman family all claimed to love me. But their way of loving me was to keep me hidden. Alexander said New York's financial reporters were too aggressive and that making our relationship public would only put me in the middle of a media frenzy. Nicholas said people in the investment world were vicious gossips and he was afraid I'd become a target, so he never brought me to his partners' gatherings, private clubs, or holiday receptions. Leon said his music career wasn't established yet. Once he had a stage that was truly his own, he would acknowledge me in front of the whole world. I waited four years. This changed when Lillian Grant walked into their lives. Alexander walked her down the red carpet at the Manhattan Art Foundation gala. The next day, every entertainment outlet ran the same headline: "Eldest Whitman Heir Appears to Go Public with New Romance." Nicholas brought her to an investor reception, where his partners called her "the future Mrs. Whitman" right to my face. Leon was the most direct. He played a song at a twenty-thousand-person concert and told the livestream camera, "For the most important person in my life." The jumbotron cut to Lillian's seat. The day after the livestream. Alexander set a folder on the coffee table. "You're twenty-five now. We think it's time you had a life of your own." Nicholas continued, "This man comes from an ordinary background, but he has a stable job. He's been divorced once and has no children. " Leon slid the photo in front of me, smiling with the same easy warmth as always. "We've already met him for you. He's more than a good match." I didn't argue. I just picked up my phone and called the Whitman family attorney. What they didn't know was that the family trust Grandfather had established before his death made one thing perfectly clear. Whoever I chose would receive that twenty-seven percent block of voting shares and become the true power behind the Whitman family.

I was the biological daughter of the Moretti family, stolen and deliberately switched at birth. When they finally brought me home, everyone believed I had come for their money and power. No one said it more often than Bianca, the daughter they had raised in my place. She said poor people knew better than anyone how to look helpless, and how to trick the rich out of everything they owned. For three years, I tried to prove her wrong. I kept the surname Vale. I stayed away from Moretti Holdings. I refused every expensive gift they offered me. Then my father announced that the family was facing a liquidity crisis. Several core accounts had been frozen, and three of their transport routes had been shut down at once. I believed him. I signed an emergency cash-sale agreement for the house my adoptive mother had left me and rushed to the hotel with confirmation that eight hundred thousand dollars was waiting in escrow. Only then did I learn that there was no crisis. It had been a test. Bianca swirled the wine in her glass and smiled at the room. “She offered eight hundred thousand because she thinks she can use it to buy the entire Moretti family.” My parents did not contradict her. My father even asked whether I had known all along that the family could never truly fall. In that moment, I finally understood. No matter how much I gave, they would call it calculation. So I revoked the transfer authorization. I gave up the Moretti name, and then I gave up on them.

After her mother's death and her brother Reno's deportation, Riana is left alone in NYU. Life seems to only get worse when she finds her roommate and her boyfriend having sex in her bed. Alan's girlfriend just cheated on him. With his PA. In public. And they were caught by a server. Angry on his behalf, Riana bids on him at a charity auction to make sure his cheating girlfriend doesn't go near him again. She wins what she thought was a simple date with the man, but boy was she wrong. Riana wins a date with billionaire Allan Sinclair and a trip to Venice. For two weeks. With him.

“Marry him… or watch your brother die.” Those seven words shatter Ava Carter’s world. She never imagined that saving a stranger’s life would lead her into the ruthless world of New York’s most powerful billionaire family. Now, drowning in debt and desperate to save her younger brother, Ava accepts an offer that sounds too good to refuse, a one-year contract marriage to Damien Blackwood. Cold, Arrogant, Untouchable. The billionaire CEO doesn’t believe in love. He only needs a wife long enough to claim his inheritance. No feelings, No touching, No falling in love. Just one signature… and twelve months of pretending. But every empire hides secrets. Every family buries lies. And every contract comes with a price. When enemies begin hunting Ava, buried truths about her past start to surface, and the line between a fake marriage and a real one begins to blur. Damien realizes the woman he married isn’t just the key to his inheritance, she may also be the only person who can destroy everything his family has built. In a city where billion-dollar fortunes are bought with betrayal, can love survive the final clause… or will their marriage become the most expensive mistake of their lives?

I never imagined my life would come down to survival and surrender. The art center I’ve poured my heart into is drowning in debt, and I’m days away from losing everything. Then Nicholas Scott walks into my life—a billionaire with a gaze as sharp as his tailored suits and a proposition I can’t afford to refuse: one year as his wife in exchange for the money to save my dream. The deal is simple. No emotions. No entanglements. It's just a business transaction. But nothing about Nicholas is simple. His touch ignites a fire I can’t ignore, his presence feels like a storm I can’t outrun, and somewhere along the way, the lines between our arrangement and my heart begin to blur. I told myself I could walk away unscathed. I was wrong. Because now I’m carrying a secret he can never know. And when Nicholas Scott finds out, he won’t just want answers—he’ll want everything.