Novel Web Romance & Cerita Independent Reverse Harem First-Person POV

“Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.” ~ William Congreve Aretha Hawthorne has loved and dedicated her whole life to her husband out of pure love and loyalty and to her foster family out of gratitude for having taken her in at her lowest. However, on a day that’s supposed to be the happiest one of her life, she never could have predicted that the same people she loved so dearly would plot such evil against her. Publicly humiliated, heartbroken and also suffering from the loss of her unborn child, Aretha is filled with a deep hatred and an immense rage when she discovers that she’d been played and made a complete fool out of for years by her husband and her foster family. Aretha seeks revenge but knowing that she can’t go against both famous families on her own, especially not with her name still being sullied by the media, she is forced to flee the country to recoup. However, no one expects the disgraced Aretha to return a year later with a fortune that greatly supersedes those of her ex-husband’s family and foster family combined. And even more surprising, she appears to have garnered the attention of neither one nor two but three of the most eligible billionaire bachelors of the United Kingdom, who appear to have become completely smitten by her. Let the game of vengeance begin…

Velma spent ten years as Dylan's wife, enduring his mother's cruelty and constant reminders that she was barren—an orphan who didn't deserve him. When she finally became pregnant after a decade of trying, everything fell apart. Forced to sign divorce papers, heartbroken and pregnant, Velma disappeared. Five years later, she returned as the world's most famous artist. By her side: Theron, a patient and wealthy man who helped her rebuild her life, and the son Dylan never knew existed. She came back for an art exhibition, but fate forced her to work at Dylan's fashion company. The moment Dylan saw her, everything changed. She was no longer the quiet, broken woman he'd divorced. She was confident, powerful, radiant—and married to another man. Dylan groveled. He begged. He humbled himself in ways he never imagined, willing to do anything to reclaim the wife he'd lost for a second chance. But Velma was no longer the woman who lived in anyone's shadow. Will she forgive the man who broke her heart? Choose the man who rebuilt her? Or rewrite the rules and have them both? Click to find out... This is a why choose when she can have both book.

“Fine,” I heard myself say, the word tasting like rust. “You want an open marriage? We’ll do open.” A slow smile curved his mouth—victory, not warmth. “Good girl. Then I suppose you won’t mind if I reintroduce Kisha.” The camera panned. There she was, curled on what I now realized was our hotel suite couch, her legs tucked under a cashmere throw that used to be mine. She waved, manicured nails glinting, belly softly rounded under a silk camisole. My world tilted. I forced a smile that felt like glass. “So she’s your girlfriend?” Daniel’s hand settled possessively on that gentle swell. “Not just my girlfriend,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “The mother of my unborn child.” Jayla Carmichael smiles for the cameras as the perfect senator's wife while her world burns. But queens don't kneel. They conquer. Fueled by whiskey and wrath, Jayla ensnares Warren Christopher, a brooding billionaire CEO, after saving his empire in a bar-side twist of fate. Love was the first lie. Revenge is the foreplay, and the truth? it's coming for them all...naked, ruthless and dripping in karma. Will Jayla's vengeance destroy her soul or will warrens fire forge something eternal?. This book isn't just romance, it's war with benefits.

ONE NIGHT. THREE BILLIONAIRES. A FORTUNE SHE NEVER KNEW EXISTED. Elena Marshall's life implodes in a single evening—cheated on, fired, and left with nothing. When a mysterious stranger rescues her from an attack, their night together awakens something wild and desperate inside her. But one night of passion becomes three dangerous obsessions. Ryder Cross—the reckless rebel who makes her forget everything on the back of his motorcycle. Dante Moretti—the possessive protector who installs her in his safe house and watches her with predatory intensity. Julian Hayes—the charming hotelier who makes her feel precious for the first time in her life. Three powerful men. Three explosive connections. And Elena caught in the middle of their ruthless competition. But as their pursuit intensifies, cracks appear in her reality. Someone is following her. Her past doesn't add up. And a letter arrives addressed to "Elena Ashford"—a name that doesn't belong to her. Until she discovers it does. Twenty years ago, billionaire Marcus Ashford was murdered and his five-year-old daughter vanished. Now Elena's memories are returning in violent fragments: blood on marble floors, a man dying, someone carrying her into the darkness. She's the missing heiress. And the three men desperate to claim her? They all have ulterior motives tied to the night her father was killed.

Jolene Quin knew exactly what she was to Darius Blackwood—a paid companion, a temporary distraction, a woman he would forget the moment she walked out the door. He was ruthless, untouchable, and treated her like she was nothing. When he discovered she was pregnant, she was met with cold indifference and rejection. What she never expected was to end up lying in a pool of her own blood after being murdered. But death wasn’t the end. Jolene woke up months before her murder, back to the moment she first walked into Darius’s hotel room. This time, she carried fragments of memories from her past life. Every moment felt like déjà vu, and Darius couldn’t seem to let her go. In her new life, she finds herself caught between three powerful men—Darius Blackwood, who once rejected her and now refuses to let her go, Ryan Aston, who charms his way into her heart, and Chris Blackwood, whose intentions are shrouded in mystery. But only one of them can have her... and none of them are willing to lose. Someone wanted her dead. And the man she feared most might be the only one who could save her.

My mother loved a billionaire once. He destroyed her quietly, with power and control and the particular cruelty of a man who knew nobody would believe his wife's pain. She left him with nothing but the clothes on her back and a warning she planted deep inside me before I could even walk. *Never marry a billionaire.* I believed her. I built my own empire. I refused every wealthy, charming, well-suited man who came to my table with a ring and a rehearsed smile. Then I walked into The Harlow Hotel and saw a waiter. No charm. No performance. Just steady eyes that looked at me like I had startled him and then looked away first. Shyly. His name was Charles Dick. Simple. Honest. Real. Everything my mother's warning was never about. I pursued him. I provided for him. I loved him completely. Five days before our wedding he told me the truth. And everything collapsed in sixty seconds. Because the most dangerous love stories are not the ones that begin with lies. They are the ones where two people lie to protect themselves from the very love they have been searching for their entire lives. .... Vivienne Donald had sworn she would never marry a billionaire. She kept her word. She married something far greater.