Ascendant Sign Novels & Stories

The first thing I did when I came back to life was to pawn off my engagement to the Don of the Schroder family, Edmund, on my stepsister. In my last life, he used the "family rules" to make me give up the one thing I loved—racing. He threw out all my colorful dresses and turned me into his canary in a gilded cage. I died, suffocated and hopeless. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day the marriage contract was to be signed. I quietly switched my name with my stepsister Laura's and let Edmund sign the papers. He didn't forget to warn me, "Stay out of trouble. Our wedding is in three days. Be a good girl and wait for me to come get you." But he had no idea I'd already bought a fake ID and passport. In three days, I'd be gone. I'd be free.

“That’s it; spread those pretty thighs and show me what belongs to me now,” he growled against her ear, two thick fingers buried deep inside her. “Your ex’s godfather is about to ruin this tight little pussy for anyone else.” Sophia Bennett had no choice but to sign the contract. One year of total ownership. Her body. Her obedience. Her entire life surrendered to Alexander Kanethe, the cold, devastatingly powerful 47-year-old billionaire and godfather of the man who shattered her heart. What started as a desperate deal in his Manhattan penthouse quickly spirals into something darker and far more addictive. His rules are merciless. His touch is filthy and possessive. And the way this silver-fox billionaire looks at her makes her forget she was ever supposed to be temporary. He was meant to be her salvation. She was meant to be his revenge. But when obsession burns hotter than any contract, who truly owns who?

"Sign it. You’re a distraction I can no longer afford." For three years, Seraphina Vance was the perfect "ghost wife" to Xander Thorne. She endured his coldness, his mother’s abuse, and the city’s mockery—all for a man who didn't even remember their anniversary. When Xander tosses divorce papers at her to marry a "suitable" socialite, Seraphina doesn't beg. She signs. But as she walks out of the Thorne Mansion, she leaves the "orphan girl" persona behind. One day later, Xander’s empire begins to crumble. The only person who can save him is the newly revealed CEO of the Vance Global Empire—the woman he just threw away. Xander thought he was the King of Aurelia City, but he’s about to find out he was only reigning because his wife allowed it. Now, he’s on his knees, but Seraphina is no longer listening.

Over five years of her marriage, Kylie never experienced love from Liam. She would only cook, clean, and satisfy him sexually. Liam was head over heels for Aurora, his ex-lover, which made Kylie serve him a divorce. She finally pursued her fashion career and found favour in the eyes of the CEO of the Yamah’s Group. Liam, on his quest to get approval from the Yamah’s Group, found out that his ex-wife was the lead fashionista and that her new lover was the CEO of the company. Liam could not stand the heartbreak, so he called her, claiming to sort things out with her, but instead, he lured her into having sex with him on her contract-signing day for the Yamah’s Group. She was given two options: to sign the contract and get exposed, or follow her ex-husband home as his lawfully wedded wife. Not only was she going to lose Yamah, she was putting herself back into the mess she once escaped from.

At the annual gala, my father had me marry Asher Ziegler, a rising star in the finance industry whom he had groomed. Back then, I, Maddison Gruber, had no idea that Asher was in love with someone else. Sometime later, my father's company is investigated for product fraud, and his company's stock plummets. He even faces criminal charges. When this happens, Asher immediately brings his first love, Cora Singer, home and tells me outright that he is going to make her his legally wedded wife. My mother-in-law admonishes me. "Your family's bankrupt now, and you're completely barren! Why shouldn't my son remarry?" Asher slides a divorce agreement in front of me, his tone condescending. "Sign this, and I can let you stay here and live alongside Cora." But I say nothing. I merely quietly book a ticket to leave this place. In seven days, I will be following my father down south.

Insulted and degraded as a wife forced to become a maid, Helena's last three years as Jimmy Frazie's wife meant nothing but being a lowly wife and maid. Not only that, Helena was accused of having an affair and sleeping with a man, making her husband forced her to sign divorce papers right in front of her husband's entire family, even the sexy women who were close to the man. Returning to the old life that Helena kept tightly, the girl appeared at the anniversary celebration of a large company. She told the world about her true identity as the sole heir and the daughter of a billionaire that few people knew about. With her status, Helena intended to avenge the pain in her ex-husband's family. However, on the other hand, a strange feeling overwhelmed Helena in controlling herself. The reason is, the great feeling and desire attracted Philip William, Helena's older brother. Secretly they were close even though they knew that it was forbidden. However, a surprising fact made Helena and Philip have to choose.

Synopsis: An arrogant CEO finds himself chasing his resigning collateral secretary and discovering his dark past. The pompous-ass young master, Connor Cater Vozinelik, is a versatile billionaire; who was shattered by a tremendous heartbreak from his brother’s boyfriend. His collateral secretary Paul Victoria is now resigning from sacrificing himself for the guilt he felt towards his friend. One night, he stumbled with his ex-sugar daddy, who is avenging from his swindle doings before. Paul’s is in trouble of losing his dignity and career from the threat of the notorious drug lord, Davon Davidson. However, there is only one way of rescuing himself from the burden, and it’s to sign the collateral husband’s contract. Paul Victoria falls from his billionaire’s trap. As day counts, both of them are slowly learning each other’s way and profound dark secrets. Will it give way for Connor to heal in the presence of Paul, or Connor would fall for another ache of heartbreak?

Three months ago, Liz Walters was framed by a handsome billionaire CEO who made her sign a contract marriage with him while she was drunk. Now three months later, she starts anew but it isn't easy when she is left heart-broken by her ex-contracted husband. Oddly, the same man who'd mistreated her, played with her feelings and pushed her away would not stop pestering her. Adrian Moore is a successful CEO, indifferent and cold-hearted, he is not the kind of man who regrets anything until he met her, Liz Walters, the woman whom he'd hurt, misunderstood and pushed away. Losing her is definitely what he lives to regret. Now, he swears to make things right. He wants to win his contracted wife, no scratch that, his wife back. Yet nothing can prepare him for the moment when he would see her and find out that she's two months pregnant - with his twins!

A young flirty billionaire who doesn't believe in love nor marriage is forced to look for a temporary bride when his father threatened to give his shares of the company to his step brother if he doesn't get married within two months. After much search, the only lady he deemed fit to be his contract bride was Monalisa Jacobs. A middle class beautiful and brave young lady who grew up in the streets and had developed slight hatred for the rich due to her past experience with them. Rest assured that she can never fall in love with him, Alexander decided to sign a fake marriage contract with Monalisa who needed money to treat her sick mother. Alexander and monalisa pretended to be a lovely couple outside but deep down in their hearts, they couldn't wait to break off the contract. Two weeks towards the end of the contract, monalisa suddenly announced to Alexander the worst news he had ever received in his life; "I am pregnant for you"

They say Don Julian Marconi would burn the world for one tear of mine. Five years ago, at the Met Gala, he spent millions to hang emeralds around my neck and swore I was his Madonna. Five years later, beneath the velvet boxes of our anniversary, I found a lace strap soaked in sin—and a fresh, crimson smear on his collar that told me exactly whose bed he’d left. I smiled. I asked him to sign a blank sheet of paper. And that meant he was agreeing to whatever I wanted. He called it love. I called it the death warrant for his empire. In fifteen days, I finalized our divorce papers. I boarded the Stella d’Oro as Serena Cole and burned Celeste Marconi to ash on the deck. Then I vanished with his fortune, his power and the one secret that would destroy him. I was the saint he worshipped. Now I am the ghost who haunts him. No groveling. No forgiveness. No second chance. Just ashes.