Contemporary Web Novels & Possessive Face-Slapping Stories

For five years, I was the fool behind his fortune. I built my husband Julian’s company from a dusty garage into a million-dollar firm, surviving on sixteen-hour workdays and zero salary because I believed we were building our future. I even raised his seven-year-old "orphaned nephew" as my own son. Then I found the offshore bank statements. Julian wasn't just using me, he was secretly married to the boy’s real mother the entire time. I wasn't his partner, and I certainly wasn't his wife. I was just an unpaid, gullible caretaker funding his secret family's luxury lifestyle. So, I wiped my code from his servers, left his company an empty shell, and walked out. After hiding out in a cheap motel for days, trying to figure out my next move, I went to a high-end hotel bar to lose myself for one night. Then, I met a dangerous stranger who I let drag me into his luxury suite and fuck me senseless in ways my ex couldn't even touch in five years of marriage. I expected to slip away at dawn, but the stranger wasn't just anyone. He was Liam Blackwood: the city’s most feared billionaire, my ex’s worst corporate enemy, and a man who knew exactly who I was—the genius behind Apex media and apparently, the long-lost heiress to the multi-billion-dollar Montgomery empire. Before I could walk out the door, he made me an offer I couldn't refuse: a ring, a contract, and his entire empire to help me burn my ex to the ground. Now, my ex is on his knees begging for a second chance, completely unaware that behind closed doors, my possessive new husband takes, claims, and bends me over whenever he wants.

“You remember the instructions, right? You’re my mega-rich new fiancé. You’re going to help me destroy my evil ex. Deal?” He grinned like this was the most entertaining thing that had happened to him all year. “Deal.” ~~~~~ The worst thing that happened to Leah Byrne wasn’t catching her fiancé cheating with his stepsister the night before their wedding. It was being invited to their wedding as a “very special guest.” Humiliated and seething, Leah decides she’s done being the quiet, boring one. If Bryce wants to throw his new life in her face, she’ll throw something bigger right back. At her sister’s suggestion, she hires a high-end escort to pose as her very wealthy new fiancé for the event—someone who’ll make Bryce choke on his own arrogance. She doesn’t expect that the man who shows up is not an escort but actually Bryce’s uncle and the most powerful man in the country, Preston Royce. Amused by the mix-up and intrigued by the furious little woman who just mistook him for who she hired, Preston plays along. And he plays the part a little too well. After the wedding, what was supposed to be one night of revenge turns into something messier. When their very public appearance sparks backlash and family pressure, Preston makes Leah an offer… Keep pretending to be his fiancée. Just long enough to quiet the rumors and get his family off his back. Leah knows better than to agree. So she agrees anyway. As long as it gets under her ex's skin. What starts as a transaction slowly stops feeling like one… and neither of them is ready for how deep it goes.

Isabella Daniels married billionaire Zachery Perry to save her father’s company, hoping he would love her one day. Instead, her jealousy and obsession pushed him away and made her a laughingstock among the wealthy. When his former lover returned, Zachery demanded a divorce. But everything changed when a soul from another world woke up in Isabella’s body. Knowing she was a character in a novel destined for a tragic ending, the new Isabella refused to repeat the past. She accepted the divorce, left Zachery’s money behind, and walked away to build a new life. Zachery expected her to come crawling back, but Isabella surprised him by building her own business and acting as if he no longer mattered. For the first time, he was the one chasing, desperate to win the attention of the woman he once rejected. Things become more complicated when Julian Dominic, a charming shipping heir with hidden motives, enters Isabella’s life. As jealousy grows and old enemies threaten her future, Isabella must face the damage her former self caused and uncover the truth behind the people trying to ruin her. Now, Zachery wants her back, but Isabella is no longer the woman who begged for his love. Will he prove he deserves a place in her new life, or will she choose freedom over the man who broke her heart?

What happens when the girl who has never been chosen makes a deal with the man who has everything to lose? For nineteen years, I waited for someone to take me home. Nobody did. Armed with a battered bag and painful memories, I walked out of the orphanage, hoping life beyond its gates would be kinder. But when my best friend disappeared, taking my last hope of belonging with her, I thought things couldn't get worse. Then I landed a job at the prestigious Pilara Hotel. Everything was finally falling into place until I ate Victor Vance's tiramisu. One spoonful landed me in humiliation and, somehow, face-to-face with the arrogant billionaire who seemed determined to make my life miserable. Then he made me an offer. Victor has spent years helping build the Vance Group, but his inheritance is threatened by his elder brother. To secure his place as successor, he must prove he can commit to a serious relationship. And he wants me to be his fake girlfriend. The rules are simple: no sex, no strings attached, and absolutely no feelings. Easy enough. The last thing I need is to fall for a man who thinks humiliating me is acceptable. But between the lies we tell his family and the moments we forget we're pretending, I begin to see the man beneath his arrogance. And he begins to see me—not the abandoned girl, but someone worth choosing. Can a heart abandoned too many times dare to love again? Will Victor choose me over his empire when the world believes I'm beneath him? And what happens when pretending becomes the one truth neither of us can escape? Some treats are simply impossible to forget.

HE KISSED ME IN THE DARK AND FORGOT ME BY MORNING Rebecca Hale has loved Christian Ashworth since she was fifteen years old, standing in the rain in his borrowed jacket, convinced for one perfect night that a boy like him could see a girl like her. He forgot. Or he pretended to. Six years later, they're partnered for a class project neither of them wanted, and Christian remembers everything: her name, her laugh, the rainy staircase she buried to survive without him. In the dark, he's everything she imagined. He notices what she doesn't say. He kisses her like she's the only girl at the party. He makes promises with his hands on her face and his voice low enough that only she can hear them. In the light, she doesn't exist. He denies her to his friends. He looks through her in the quad. He lets the girl everyone expects him to marry humiliate her in public and says nothing, does nothing, while Rebecca stands there and swallows it whole. Every stolen night makes her hope he'll finally choose her when someone's watching. Every public silence proves exactly what those promises are worth. She tells herself private love is better than no love at all. She's wrong. And somebody already knows their secret, sending warnings from a blocked number, threatening to drag every hidden thing they've built into the light. Before Christian can decide if she's worth the fall, Rebecca has to decide something harder: How long can a girl keep loving a boy who only has the courage to love her when nobody's watching? A dark, addictive New Adult romance about secrets, shame, and the terrifying cost of being chosen only in the dark.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. That was exactly what Bridgette did to Philip. She trapped him into believing that the child she was carrying was his, even though she knew it was terribly wrong. But when Philip discovered the truth, he was furious and filed for divorce. What would happen to her child? Who would the child grow up calling "Dad"? What if, one day, fate brought her face to face with her child's real father again? Would she finally tell him that their one unforgettable night had created a life? Or would she once again let another man bear the responsibility for her child? Enjoy reading! ^_^

They say the Volkov Bratva doesn't forgive. And don't forget. Or let go. I didn't believe them. Not until I woke up in a stranger's bed with his teeth marks on my neck and a sticky note that read "Tell anyone, and I'll find you." The stranger turned out to be my ex-husband's uncle. The uncle turned out to be the most dangerous mafia don in Europe. And the one-night stand I thought would save me? It was a trap he'd been setting for two years. Now I'm locked in his compound, wearing his ring, carrying a baby that might be his — or might be the one thing he can never forgive. My ex-husband wants me destroyed. My sister wants my life. My husband's enemies want me dead. And Dimitri Volkov? He wants me on my knees. He says he'll protect me. He says he'll kill for me. He says he'll burn the world down and smile while it burns. But he never said he loved me. And I'm starting to realize that's the most dangerous thing of all. Because when a man like Dimitri Volkov doesn't say he loves you... It's because he's already decided you belong to him forever. And forever, in his world, is a very long time to be wanted.