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When Lila Hart’s father dies during a hospital clinical trial, she’s told it was a tragic complication. But the records don’t match. After breaking into the hospital archive, Lila discovers her father signed a withdrawal form days before his death — yet someone altered the date. And the man whose signature is on the file? Lucien Cole. Billionaire CEO. Untouchable. Dangerous. As leaked documents ignite a media storm, Lucien claims he approved the withdrawal — and that someone forged the records to frame him. If he’s lying, he destroyed her family. If he’s telling the truth, someone more powerful is hiding in the shadows. Now Lila must decide: Expose the man she hates… Or trust the only person who might survive the war that’s coming.

Just when things have been doing good for Hailey, her life is changed by single gunfire. It was the night after the top of the criminal organization jumped from a building, and because of this, the top brass of the criminal organization have been scattered in different parts of Manila. Hailey just happened to walk past by a convenience store when she saw a short-haired man in a three-way suit killed someone by simply being on their way. Since Hailey is a witness, the man whom she saw murdered someone cannot just let her go, and the next thing she knew, she was lying down in a king-size bed and as she looks around the room, a long-haired man is sitting right across her direction while siping at the glass of bourbon he was holding as he reads the newspaper with a gun as his reading pointer.

I used to think he took my breath away. I lied—I was choking on his bullshit. “I never loved you, Valentina,” he said evenly. “And if you weren’t so dense, you’d have realized that three years ago.” His words cut through me like a razor blade. Not only had I been used—I had been discarded, tossed aside like a rag doll. Three months later, I’m the hotcake nobody can resist—desired not by one billionaire, but two, both ready to set the world on fire for me.

Elena Sterling gave up everything for love, only to discover that her husband never truly valued her. On their wedding anniversary, Adrian shocks her with the ultimate betrayal. to save his collapsing company, he signs her away to the country’s most feared billionaire. Damian Blackwood.Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable.But the moment Damian sees Elena, his world stops. Because she isn’t just another woman caught in a business deal. She is the mysterious stranger from the one night he has never forgotten.The one who disappeared without a trace.Trapped in a dangerous contract marriage, Elena soon realizes her husband’s betrayal is only the beginning. Hidden secrets, revenge, obsession, and a pregnancy that could destroy everything pull her into a deadly game between two powerful men.Then the truth comes out.The woman Adrian discarded is not weak, poor, or ordinary.She is an heiress.And by the time he realizes the value of the wife he sold, Elena is no longer the woman begging for love.Now he’ll have to fight to win back the woman he destroyed… while the billionaire who bought her refuses to let her go.

He was just a stranger at a bar.Dimitrio Falcon. Charming. Wealthy. Irresistible.The kind of man capable of making any woman fall. I was the perfect wife. The perfect daughter. Until I walked into my bedroom and found my husband tangled in the sheets with my adopted sister. Humiliated and betrayed, I took a cab straight to a bar. I never expected to meet him there. I was drunk. Vulnerable. Angry. I shouldn’t have let him take me to his hotel.I shouldn’t have let him touch me. Alcohol. One night. A dangerously irresistible man. I thought he was someone I could forget.But there is no such thing as one night with Dimitrio Falcon. He obsesses.He claims.He possesses. And now he wants me.

Two years ago, my father sold me to a billionaire. Delson Ford owns me. My body. My time. My silence. He fucks me like I'm furniture and calls it marriage. The only thing he doesn't control is my work. In the ER, I'm a doctor. Not a wife or a victim. Then Elijah Roosevelt comes in bleeding. He's a mob boss. He's my husband's greatest enemy. And he has a condition that makes pain feel like pleasure. He refuses anesthetic. He watches me stitch his wounds with a smile. And when he gets hard on my table, I can't look away. Now he's requested me as his personal doctor. Now he's in my space. In my head. He says I'm his to protect. He says my husband won't touch me ever again. But Elijah Roosevelt doesn't protect anything without owning it first. And I'm starting to want him too.

"You are no wife to me, do you get it?" He said, stepping forward crushing my already thinned personal bubble. "I am marrying you because of circumstances. The sooner you feed that to your peanut size brain, the better it will be for you and me. Do you understand?". Pushing me back against the wall with so much force it made me grunt at impact. Intense pain shot through my body when he pressed himself on me. It was like he was trying to ram me into the wall or something! - idiot- Big fat S-O-B. All these curses were going through my mind. All I want to do now is scratch his arrogant face and give him a feel of his own medicine. However, in this compromising position, I am right now! I can hardly move. So, all I did was look straight into his eyes and glared back with the same intensity. I try to break free by pushing and squirming. Alex had me in a grip so tight it felt like a hulk holding me down, so hard that it was painful. I tried to look away, but his voice made me freeze. "Answer me. Do not look away when I am talking to you bit*h!”. “Do-You-Get-What-I-Just Said? Or do I need to make myself a little clearer? hmm?" "Yes, I get it. I'm-Not-Your-Wife." "Believe it or not, I have no interest in being your wife," I said, more like spat it out, it was like poison coming out of my mouth. "Why are you smirking at me ?" he asked. Completely oblivious to what is about to come. I composed my happiness concealing it with my ‘I’m am innocent, like a kitty look’. "Oh, you're about to find out," I said.