นิยายเว็บแนว Exclusive Love Romance และเรื่องราว Brave ในฉาก Contract Marriage

On the night of their grand engagement, Elena Vance catches her fiancé, Julian, pinned against her half sister callously boasting about using Elena just to seize her family's massive fortune.Heartbroken but burning for vengeance, Elena turns to the one man her ex fears most: Damian Vance, the lethal, dangerously handsome titan of the underworld and Julian’s fiercest rival. She offers him a lot high-stakes deal a six-month fake marriage and total control over her family's trade routes in exchange for destroying Julian completely.What starts as a cold contract quickly turns into a dangerous game of irresistible temptation. Damian doesn't just play her husband in public he claims her in private with a fierce, possessive passion that leaves Elena breathless, blurring the line between a fake deal and a deep, consuming obsession.Panicked by the threat to their wealth and status, a desperate Julian and Elena’s envious half-sister team up, frantically scheming in the dark to bring down both Elena and Damian.But as their enemies plot their ruin, Damian wraps Elena in his arms and makes a deadly, devotion-filled vow to the entire city:"Elena isn't just my partner she's my heart, my wife, and my obsession. Touch her, and you die."

After waking up in a five-star hotel with no real memory of the night before and a black box full of fifty thousand dollars beside the bed, Audrey Holloway just wants to forget the whole thing ever happened. She deals with what she needs to, uses some of the money for rent, bills and groceries, gives a little to Nori, and tries to go back to her normal life. Two weeks later the same man walks into her restaurant like nothing happened. Turns out he’s this rich CEO with a bad reputation, and his grandfather is dying and basically forcing him to get married or lose the company. They argue every time they see each other until he offers her a one-year contract marriage. She says no at first. Then the pressure with her brother’s school stuff hits and she agrees. No love, no emotions, just business. They’re supposed to act perfect in public and go their separate ways after a year. But living together starts changing things. The arguments turn into something else. The distance gets smaller. And just when it starts feeling real, something from his past shows up and threatens to mess everything up. Sometimes the best love stories really do start with the worst mornings.

Anna Whitmore dated Lucas Caldwell, a young heir from New York’s old-money circle, for three years. When the time was right, she decided to reveal who she truly was and formally proposed a strategic marriage. On the day she planned to propose, he made an excuse and walked away. That same night, he was seen at a nightclub, arms wrapped around another woman, openly mocking the idea of marrying someone “without status or value.” Anna saw his true face and walked away for good. If marriage in their world had always been a transaction, then choosing a man with greater power and influence was only fair. So she married his uncle. Later, on the day Lucas Caldwell announced his engagement to the daughter her father chose to acknowledge, he saw her at the banquet. The so-called “unfavored” Whitmore heiress. His former girlfriend. She stood beside his uncle under the spotlight, smiling— calm, radiant, untouchable. The man next to her was the one who truly controlled New York’s upper circle, a level of power Lucas Caldwell would never reach. His uncle spoke lightly, and the entire room fell silent. “She is my wife.”

My fiancé was sleeping with my maid of honor. I caught them the night before our wedding. I didn't make a sound. I closed the door, walked back to my bridal suite, and sat at the vanity until my hands stopped shaking. Then I grabbed my keys. At two in the morning I drove forty blocks across Manhattan and knocked on Atlas Marchetti's door. Two years ago I'd told my family I wouldn't marry him. He hadn't said a word about it since. He opened the door in pajama pants. "Marry me tomorrow," I said. He didn't say yes. He poured himself a drink first, listened to everything, and then handed me a piece of paper with terms I should have read more carefully. I signed at dawn. Six hours later I walked down the aisle Carter and I had planned. The Plaza ballroom. The dress I'd chosen in spring. Three hundred guests who came to watch me marry the wrong man. I married someone else instead. Carter watched it happen. He didn't understand yet what he'd lost, and he wouldn't understand for months. Not until he found out who owned the company he ran, and how long Atlas had been bleeding it. I went to Atlas for revenge. He'd been writing this for two years.