นิยายเว็บแนว Exclusive Love Romance และเรื่องราว Victim ในฉาก Betrayal

Celia Rowan was never the daughter her parents loved. When the Rowan family company faces collapse, they force her to marry billionaire heir Adrian Lancaster in her younger sister’s place. On her wedding night, Adrian is too drunk to notice the switch. He calls out her sister’s name while taking her innocence, and by morning everyone believes the same lie that Celia trapped her way into a marriage meant for someone else. Branded a gold-digger by one family and a spare by the other, Celia lives for a year as an invisible wife in the Lancaster mansion. But when a final humiliation shatters the last hope in her heart, she leaves with nothing. Soon after, she discovers she is pregnant with twins. Six years later, Celia returns as the CEO of a luxury jewelry company, powerful enough to buy the very city that once looked down on her. She has come back for business, for divorce, and for closure. She has not come back for love. But Adrian Lancaster is no longer the same cold man who let her suffer in silence. Their children carry his face. Her sister still wants to destroy her. And the marriage that began as a lie may become the one bond neither of them can cut cleanly.

Valerie Carter has always admired the Kosarin brothers from a distance. Five powerful, untouchable men who ruled both the business world and every room they walked into. But admiration turns into something far more dangerous when her father trades her freedom to them as collateral for a contract. Now trapped in their mansion, Valerie is forced to navigate a world she was never meant to belong to. Secrets linger behind every door, tension simmers between the brothers, and the line between protection and possession begins to blur. One brother watches too closely. Another keeps his distance. And one… might ruin her completely. As betrayal, desire, and power collide, Valerie must decide whether she is just a pawn in their game, or the one who will change it forever.

I spent three years being the perfect wife. Three years of silence, of soft smiles, of putting his coffee exactly how he liked it while he was buried inside my sister. Then one night I opened the wrong door. “Harder, Gabriel… fuck, say my name.” Hannah’s voice. My husband’s name. My sister’s body arched under him on the sheets I had bought for our anniversary. Three years of lies collapsed in a single moan. I didn’t scream. I didn’t cry. I walked out, locked the door behind me, and made a new promise to myself: if they could take what was mine without mercy, I would take everything they never saw coming. I didn’t know the stranger who pulled me into the dark that same night was Alexander Hale—the richest, most dangerous man in the city. I only knew that when he looked at me and said, “Tell me what they did to you… and I’ll make sure you never feel small again,” something inside me finally stopped apologizing. This is not a story about forgiveness. This is the story of how I learned to moan someone else’s name louder than my sister ever moaned my husband’s.