Contemporary Romance Web Novels & Protective Twist Stories

Elena Hart buried both her parents in the same month—and buried her future with them, until a desperate offer promised to save it. Forty-five thousand dollars to carry a stranger's baby. One signature, and her final year of nursing school was paid in full. She thought she understood the risk. But what she didn't know was that the money came with a hidden puppet master, a buried lawsuit, and a family secret bigger than any contract could cover. When a devastating diagnosis threatens to unravel everything, the couple who begged her to carry their miracle vanishes without a word—leaving Elena to raise the daughter they abandoned, completely alone. Six years later, comfortable and rebuilt, Elena works as a secretary at Cross Enterprises—never knowing her own daughter shares her billionaire boss's exact steel-gray eyes. When the Whitfields resurface to take Zuri back, the court orders a DNA test. But It doesn't just clear Elena's name. It proves the daughter Ethan Cross has been quietly falling for wasn't a stranger's child at all.

Ava Laurent died believing her husband betrayed her. As rain poured over twisted metal and shattered glass, she watched Adrian Laurent rush to her wrecked car. Then he took her hand and begged her not to leave him. When Ava wakes up one year before her death, she is determined to uncover the truth behind the crash—and the marriage she believes was built on lies. But the deeper she digs, the less her memories make sense. Her husband is secretly protecting her. Her sister is hiding dangerous secrets. And the man she trusts most may be the one who wants her dead. Because if Adrian never stopped loving her... Why was she so certain he abandoned her?

Six years ago, A doctor told me my newborn daughter didn't survive. I broke into a million pieces. I never truly healed. Desperate for cash, I take a job as a nanny for Alexander Vance-A billionaire whose six year old daughter, Jasmine, is infamous for terrorizing every nanny in the city. She hates me on sight. She locks me out, throws tantrums, and makes it her personal mission to drive me insane. I almost quit. But every time I look into her stubborn, fiery eyes, something pulls me back. Then came the accident. While cleaning a scrape on her knee after one of her stunts, my heart stops. On her inner ankle rests a distinct, crescent shaped birthmark. The exact birthmark my baby had before they declared her dead. My hands start shaking. My breath hitches. "Who gave you that mark?" I whisper, tears blurring my eyes. Jasmine glare at me, pulling her leg away. "Don't touch me! You're not my mom!" Alexander steps into the room, his blue eyes locking onto mine. "Is there a problem with my daughter?" I stare at the billionaire who has no idea his late wife stole my child. My baby didn't die six years ago. She's been living in this penthouse all along. And I will burn the world down before I lose her again.

I gave myself to a stranger in a penthouse, then ran before dawn. I thought I'd never see him again. Three days later, he walked into my lecture hall. Professor Xavier Carrington. Cold. Untouchable. A billionaire who owns half of Manhattan—and the secret of what we did. He pretends I don't exist. He treats me like air. But when my grandmother's café burns down and my bills drown me, he makes me an offer I can't refuse: a one-year contract marriage. Separate bedrooms, he says. No feelings, he promises. I sign because I have no choice. Now I live in his glass tower. I sleep down the hall from the man who took my innocence. He's ice to everyone else, but late at night, I catch him watching me. His hands shake when I get too close. He kisses me like he's drowning—then tells me he feels nothing. I don't believe him. Because there's something dark behind those cold grey eyes. Something he's buried so deep he thinks I'll never find it. And the closer I get to him, the more I realize his world isn't just cold—it's dangerous. But I have secrets too. I'm not just his contract wife. I'm gathering evidence to leave him—until I discover that his family's name is built on lies. And the truth I'm looking for might be the very thing that gets me killed. His obsession with me might be the only thing keeping me alive. He says it's just a contract. But the heart doesn't read fine print.