Novel & Cerita Bilbo With The Ring

Blurb. Logline. A ruthless billionaire known as “The Devil” offers Paige the one thing she needs to save a child, but the price is her freedom, reputation, and heart. Paige Harper never wanted a billionaire’s ring, she wanted to keep a promise. When her best friend dies, Paige vows to raise the baby she left behind like her own. But the system is cruel to single women with empty bank accounts, and love alone isn’t enough to win an adoption case. One desperate lie during an interview changes everything: Paige claims she is engaged. The problem? The man she names is her boss. Dante De Luca is a ruthless billionaire CEO the media calls The Devil. He is Cold, powerful, and untouchable, he doesn’t tolerate betrayal, especially not from his personal assistant. When Paige’s lie makes global headlines, she is certain she will be fired. Instead, Dante makes her an offer she can’t refuse. He will give her the ring, the money, and the public image she needs to secure the adoption, but only if she agrees to be his fiancée in every way that matters. Public appearances. Private nights. Absolute obedience. And a contract that binds her life to his. Paige accepts, knowing she is selling herself to save a child. What she doesn’t expect is Dante’s possessive gaze, the tenderness he shows the baby behind closed doors, or the dangerous way fake feelings start to feel real. And when Paige discovers the devastating truth behind Dante’s plan, she must choose between the man who owns her future and the child who owns her heart. Because loving the devil was never part of the promise, and walking away from him might cost her everything.

The day of the verdict, Simon—my fiancé—begged me to take the deal. "I know you're innocent, but Nancy's pregnant. I can't let her go to jail." Tears. Fake concern. "This is for your own good," he said, holding my hand. I signed it. In my last life, I refused—and paid for it with prison, torture, and infertility. This time? I played along. By morning, headlines screamed I'd stolen trade secrets. Nancy? Front and center. "Yeah, it was her. I saw her sneak into Johnston Group with my own eyes!" But when court opened that afternoon, Clark—yes, the plaintiff—stepped up and dropped the case. Then, in front of everyone, he pulled out a ring, dropped to one knee, and said, "Heidi Wynn, this time... will you marry me?"

"My Fate is a curse. I didn't ask to be a slave of an immortal. I didn't ask for his branding. And I didn't ask for my mate to hunt me down and try to remove it." They say time can be the biggest punishment. Especially when Time is a powerful immortal who granted me time travelling abilities in return for a permanent brand on my skin. A sigh of my commitment to him. However, my mate, an Alpha of a powerful Pack will do anything to exterminate all of Time's Travellers. Me included. And as much as I run, I can't escape that fate awaiting me. An underground ring where travellers are purchased and used in a sick game. A game of torture, where my only escape may be through the man who created it.

** This is book 2 in The alliance series. Each book can be read as a stand alone but the stories do follow on ** ** Book 1, Fire and Ice. Now available ** Blackrock Delta Damian Walker was stunned speechless to find his true mate as a captive of an abduction ring while searching for the packs new Luna. The blonde woman in tatty clothes and with dirty hair knotted on top her head was just about the most beautiful creature he had ever seen but the delicate woman was far from being defenseless and when her past comes back to bite her in the ass Damian will need to fight against his instinct to protect her. Can he subdue his Alpha nature long enough to hold onto the woman of his dreams or will holding on too tight be the thing that pushes her away.

The day I won the championship in the pro gaming league, my girlfriend, Nina Vale, said she was coming to bring me flowers. Standing on the awards stage, I pulled the ring from my pocket, thrilled and ready to propose to her in front of everyone. However, instead of handing the bouquet to me, she turned and placed the flowers into the hands of her childhood friend, Rowan Cross, who was standing beside me. The pairing of a handsome man and a beautiful woman sent countless fans across the internet into a frenzy, enthusiastically shipping them together and congratulating them. Rowan’s fans tagged me and mocked, "Classic simp. Seven years of licking boots, and you still end up with nothing. Did you congratulate Rowan and Nina yet?" I replied calmly, "Respect and blessings. Enjoy being locked in forever."

Noah Lloyd has long since gotten sick of me—we dated for three years and have been married for another three. He uses divorce to threaten me. He wants me to give up the racing championship title I risked my life to win to please his new lover. He's caught off guard when I sign the divorce papers without hesitation and kick him to the curb. Later, he comes to me with a bouquet and the ring I've discarded. He also rents massive billboards to beg me to remarry him. Asher Princeton has someone turn off all the billboards. Then, he wraps an arm around my waist and whisks me away. "Haven't you asked around about me? How dare you propose to my wife?"

On the day I won the national esports championship, my girlfriend of eight years told me she wanted to go on stage and personally present me with flowers. Standing on the podium, my heart was racing. I reached into my pocket to pull out the ring I'd hidden there, ready to propose to her in front of the entire nation. But what happened next shocked me. She giggled and, instead of handing me the bouquet, she gave it to her male best friend. Under the bright lights, they became the center of attention. The crowd cheered, and their congratulatory messages flooded the trending topics. Even his fans tagged me in posts, mocking, [I told you not to get in the way of our couple, now look at you.] I simply posted on Twitter, [Respect and blessings. Please be locked together forever.]

My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius. At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history. I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table. But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career. "According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved." I didn't argue with him. I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best. He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching, I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.

Five years ago, policemen beat down the doors of our house and arrested my father for financial fraud. Just as I was about to despair, my friend’s father proposed that I marry his son—Mason. In my grief over daddy’s imprisonment, and unexpected happiness of marrying my childhood love, I was blinded. I vowed to myself that I would be the best wife I could be. But my husband would never love me the way he loved Jade—my best friend who died eight years ago. I pretended everything was fine and kept being a good wife for all these years. However, when I found Jade’s ring in Mason’s pocket and saw her face, alive and beautiful, appear in the live stream, the illusion—my game of house—was shattered.

During a company retreat to Colmar, I found out my boyfriend was going to propose at sunset, surrounded by colleagues. Instead, in the golden light, he dropped to one knee with a ring in hand in front of someone else. “Lana, I’m ready to be the father of your child. Will you marry me?” Lana, the woman Mark had loved for ten years, his unforgettable first love. I stared at the two, watching them embrace. Then I quietly turned away, booked myself a trip three days out, and went home for an arranged date. A year later, I ran into him again when I returned to the country. Mark’s eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed my wrist. “Rosie, you’re finally back. Don’t leave me again…”