Tragedy Web Novels & CEO Hate to Love Stories

When successfully lawyer, Melano crashes her car into wealthy businessman, Alistair, it sparks an instant, obsessive infatuation in him. Unused to rejection, the notorious womanizer is stunned by Melano’s cold resistance, unaware that she is guarded by a severe trauma from her past, where a pathologically jealous ex-partner murdered her male friend and left her stabbed. As Alistair aggressively pursues her, their volatile relationship evolves into a dark romance defined by a bittersweet struggle against deep-seated trauma, corporate intrigues, and lingering external threats. They fight desperately to overcome their mutual disappointments and build trust, but the crushing weight of their circumstances and toxic forces slowly closes in on them, driving their intense bond toward an inevitable end.

I was twenty years old when my world shattered. Catching my boyfriend cheating sent me running blindly into the woods, falling into a dark, endless hole. When I finally opened my eyes, ten years had vanished. A little girl was wrapping her tiny arms around me, sobbing, calling me *Mommy*. I thought she had mistaken me for someone else—until I looked into the mirror and saw the face of a thirty-year-old woman staring back at me. In the blink of an eye, I had been thrust into a life I had no memory of creating: A home I didn't recognize. A daughter I didn't remember giving birth to. And a marriage crumbling into ashes. Then he walked in. Liam Montgomery. My childhood best friend. The boy who had spent his life protecting me, whom I had never once seen as more than a brother. Except now, he was my husband—and he looked at me with a coldness that cut deeper than any blade. He accused me of having a ruthless affair with a man named Edward Fox. He said I was the one who handed over my father's billion-dollar empire to a stranger, ruined my family, and tore our marriage apart. “You begged me to marry you, Abigail,” he said bitterly. But I didn't remember. I didn't remember marrying Liam. I didn't remember loving Edward. And I certainly didn't remember becoming the monster everyone now despised. But deep down, I know one undeniable truth: I would never choose anyone over Liam. What really happened during those ten missing years? Why does every shred of evidence point straight at my guilt? And if Liam hates me as much as he claims... why do his eyes still burn with a desperate, heartbreaking urge to love me?

Harper Vance is stuck in a debt in blood—or marry the man who fired her in front of his entire boardroom three years ago. Xavier Hart needs a wife within thirty days, or he loses the empire his grandfather spent eighty years building. Not love. Not romance. Just a signature, and a woman desperate enough to give it to him. She hates him. He doesn't care. It should have been simple. “The offer's still on the table, Harper,” he murmurs, his breath warm against her ear. “Sign the contract, and I pay these men off right now. You walk out with all your fingers intact, and we start saving your father's estate. Refuse, and I leave you to your business partners.” “You absolute monster.” “It's called leverage. And right now, you have none.” Bound by paper, divided by hate, they strike a deal meant to last exactly 365 days—and not one heartbeat longer. But fake touches have a way of stopping being fake. And someone out there is willing to burn the whole arrangement down rather than let it become real.