A Silent Voice Shouko

He is a billionaire and a vampire, she is just a student struggling to make ends meet. They both meet and two worlds collide. Mia Sanderson has to work two jobs to make ends meet. She doesn't really care about love and men, all she wants is one thing - to work as a project manager in D.B, the biggest estate management company in the city. Damien Black is a silent billionaire, nobody knows D.B is owned by him. He's the strongest vampire in his clan and the leader. Nobody knows about the existence of vampires though. He has everything he has ever wanted but one, a woman to call his own. Now they're both being threatened by an unknown person. They both fall in love but is their love strong enough to withstand the secrets he holds? Also, will they be able to find the source of the threats?

Mary was sold by her father to the ruthless Silas Vance. But on their wedding night, before he could claim her, Silas collapsed into a cold, silent coma. Mary thinks she’s escaped a nightmare, until Julian Vance arrives. He is the estranged heir, a man fueled by shadows and a bitter hatred for his father. To Julian, Mary is a gold-digging "stepmother" who seduced an old man for a crown of blood money. He vows to break her, turning the Vance estate into her gilded prison. But in the dark corners of the mansion, his loathing turns into a lethal, forbidden obsession. Every touch is an act of war; every look is a sin. He wants to ruin her—but more than that, he wants to possess the only thing his father couldn't. And God help them both, he’s going to take what belongs to his father.

In the world of high-stakes tech, Theodore Zayne Vidalle Montenegro is a god. He is cold, calculated, and lives by a strict code of honor. He doesn't do distractions, and he certainly doesn't do love. Coleen Alexandra Enriquez is the only one who can handle his moods. As his secretary, she knows his coffee preference, his darkest secrets, and the exact way his jaw tightens when he's angry. She's been the silent shadow behind his success for years. But when a corporate scandal threatens the Montenegro legacy, Theodore proposes a deal that isn't in her job description: A temporary marriage to save the family name. In this game of power, honor is everything. But when the lines between professional and personal blur, will Coleen survive the fire of being Mrs. Montenegro?

I was his wife. His obligation. His biggest mistake. For three years, I stayed silent, watching Liam love another woman while I wasted away beside him. But when he let our baby die without lifting a finger, everything inside me shattered. I walked away—but not to disappear. I walked into a new life. One where I’d find strength, answers… and someone who’d remind me what it feels like to be seen. But the past isn’t done with me. And neither is Liam. Because what ties us together runs deeper than we ever knew. And the man I’m beginning to fall for? He might be the one thing that unravels it all. A heartbreak billionaire romance about betrayal, identity, and a love buried in the ashes of the past.

“Run, little flame,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. His voice dropped lower, “But if I find you…” “I'll fuck you till your legs give out. Until you forget who you are. Until all that's left is my scent on your skin and my name on your tongue.” And she ran. ** She was the one wolf he should've killed on sight. Instead, he craved her. Cursed to die if he chooses wrong, Alpha Kael is drawn to Nyra–a hunted temptress born of forbidden blood. But the closer he gets, the harder it is to tell... Is she his fated mate? Or the end written in his prophecy? Yet the moment he smells her, he knows. She's his salvation. His ruin. But when it all burns hot...who the hell wants to survive?

"Babe, what’s happening here?" I blurted out, my voice shaking as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. Jeffrey turned, his face hardening as if I was a stranger in my own home. "What does this look like to you?"he snapped, rising from the bed with a fierce look in his eyes. He walked toward me, gripping a piece of paper as if it held all the power in the world. "Sign the divorce papers!"he said, shoving the document toward me like it was a blunt instrument. "B... but babe!!" I stammered, my mind racing with disbelief. "Will you shut up and just do it already?" His voice was ice-cold, cutting through my confusion like a knife. Each word stabbed at my heart, making me feel like I was on the verge of falling into an abyss.

I had cancer. And Carl—my boyfriend of seven years—ditched me at the hospital to play fake boyfriend for his so-called best friend, just so she could dodge her parents' marriage pressure. When the results came in, I broke down. Clutching the report, I sobbed as I called him. "Carl, I... I..." My voice cracked. I didn't even know how to say it. I thought he'd comfort me. Instead, his voice came sharp through the phone. "Can you not? Mia's just a friend. What's so wrong about me helping her?—do you have to be so dramatic? I already promised to marry you this month. What more do you want?"

On my way to a meeting at work, I call my daughter, who is at home. Instead, I hear a voice identical to mine over the phone. She claims that she is me three years in the future. "Dezarae, go home to Liv right now. Your daughter is in danger." I am stunned. I argue in disbelief and question who is behind this prank. When I step on the accelerator, she stops me sternly. "Do not drive ahead any further. There will be a traffic accident at the intersection where Peace Street is." In the next second, at the intersection that is less than 30 feet away from me, two cars collide. Cold sweat starts to trickle down my back when the woman with a voice identical to mine says, "Liv will fall off a building and die in three hours. This is your only chance to save her."

I never imagined selling myself to a stranger, but desperation changes everything. “My offer is simple,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair, his voice colder than the iced whiskey in his glass. “Help us track down those people you overheard last night and act as bait for a few months” His eyes were steel—sharp, unreadable. I swallowed hard. I was a waitress. He was a billionaire. We lived in different worlds. But my mother was dying, and I needed money fast. “And in return?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “You get two million dollars as well as protection from the criminal organization looking for you,” he said flatly. My hands trembled in my lap. This wasn’t a proposal. It was a transaction. And I was the product. But I nodded anyway. “Deal.”

As I took my newborn daughter from the nurse, I heard the voice of the baby in the next bed echoing in my head. “Don’t take her, Mommy. I’m your real baby!” The doctor and nurses did not seem to hear a thing. I thought I was hallucinating due to my fatigue, so I continued nursing my baby girl. “How dare you cry, you burdensome wretch? I’ll pinch you if you keep crying!” The baby’s grandmother picked him up and walked outside, but the voice came again, crying, “The mean old lady is taking me away. Mommy, look over here quickly! Look at the birthmark on my left ear!” I froze. My first child, who had died in an accident, had a birthmark on his left ear.