Billionaire's Forgotten Love

After walking in on her fiance and sister in bed together and then getting abandoned and disowned by her own family for exposing her sister's nudes, Sarah Lane doesn't see any value in living anymore. But then after getting herself run over by a car she meets one of the wealthiest CEO of the country, Hayden Smith who offered her a chance to get her revenge. A contract marriage. But what is in it for the handsome and mysterious billionaire who seems to be harboring a few secrets of his own? Will love be able to heal up the burning fire in his heart.

My mother-in-law's illness relapsed again, and only my husband, Xavier Grey could save her. However, Xavier, known as "The Healer", refused to leave the grave of his first love, Eve Parker. When I begged him, pleading desperately for help, he responded coldly, "What's this new trick of yours? Stay out of my sight!" In the end, my mother-in-law passed away in the emergency room. Yet, at the same time, his beloved first love returned from the dead. Now, standing before my mother-in-law's brand-new gravestone, Xavier finally went mad.

*Not fully edited* They are billionaires. They are rich. They are childless. Jace Flores and Trisha Flores have been married for three years, but they have no child. They need an heir, but Trisha's infertile. They can't wait. What's the next step?Not thinking further, surrogacy is the next option. Surrogacy right? That's not an issue for a billionaire. But, what happens when this leads to an issue in their marriage? The loyal and humble husband starts to fall for their surrogate. What causes this sudden change? A reason. A long tolerated reason. Jill Grayson, their surrogate, isn't a bad person. She's only doing her job. Well, does her job end up being a job? Read to know more.

Kaiden is a billionaire. Kealey is the sister to Layla, this Billionaire's Maid. Having to fall in love with Kaiden despite Layla's advise not to, Kealey might just take the most stupid step in an excuse of achieving her dream.

"You're soaking wet for me," He murmured, his warm breath dancing across my skin, sending shivers down my spine. His thumb traced a gentle path along my jaw, his touch igniting a spark within me. His eyes gleamed with a raw hunger, their intensity making my heart skip a beat. I felt a flutter in my chest, despite the warning bells ringing in my mind. "Say it" he whispered, his lips inches from mine. 'Say you want me, Maya.' I hated him. I knew I shouldn't be doing this. He had hurt me before, and I shouldn't be giving him the power to hurt me again. But I couldn't deny that I still had some feelings for him. After all, I had loved him before I even knew what love meant. I was certain he'd hurt me again. This time, I wasn't sure I'd ever recover from it. I closed my eyes and whispered the words that would certainly lead to my doom " I want you" . . . After being humiliated and abandoned by her in-laws, Maya found herself working as a stripper to make ends meet for herself and her baby. A few years later, she came back determined to exert revenge on all those who wronged her. But she was faced with some conflicted emotions. How would she deal with this? Will she let go of her grudges and forgive the people who hurt her? Or will she make them pay at all costs?

I found out I was pregnant at the same time as my mafia husband’s childhood sweetheart Rosa. To protect her baby from being aborted by her parents, my husband claimed her baby as his own. As for mine? He coxed me, saying he will claim only after her baby was born. I confronted him, demanding to know why he would do this to me. His response was cold and unwavering: “Claiming her baby as mine was the only way to protect them both. I won’t let anything happen to her or the child.” In that moment, as I looked at the man I had loved for ten years, I realized my love for him had died. Not long after, my family condemned me, calling me a slut for having a child without a father and pressured me into getting an abortion. Meanwhile, my husband was in another city, with his sweetheart, helping her through her pregnancy. By the time he returned, I was already gone.

Gaia has been married to Javon for years and she has suffered more than she can handle but what broke the camel's back was the death of her unborn babies. With his new found hatred, she decides to take her life back into her own hands and make a name for herself. With luck on her side, she meets a man who gives her an offer she can't pass up and the both of them are united by their hated for Javon. What happens when she finds out that the person she thought was her friend was actually her worst nightmare? Javon also wants her back, would she go back to him despite everything that happened?

It was one night in Las Vegas that changed my life. When I found out I was pregnant three weeks after my trip I had no way of finding the father. Six years later as fate would have it I walked back into his life. Little did I know that things were about to get more crazy than my life already was.

Maya believes in fairy-tales and soulmates. Only problem with that is fairy-tales set a girl up for dissapointments in real life the prince goes off with the wrong princess.

I stood in the shadows, the scent of pine and frost heavy in the air, watching my mate, Ethan, smile—truly smile—for the first time in years. But not at me. At her. My cousin, Isla. His first love. She sat beside him, warm and glowing, with our pups, Lucas and Mia, curled up against her like she was their real mother. They were laughing, sharing bites of ice-cream cake, the kind Lucas once said made his stomach hurt. I was never meant to be here. I wasn't his choice. He didn't fall in love with me—he was assigned to me. To him, our bond was never about love. It was a political arrangement—an alliance between two packs: his power, my father’s ambition. A tie forged not by hearts, but by bloodlines and borders. He never touched me unless required. He never looked at me like I was his Luna. In that moment, as their laughter echoed under the full moon, I felt the mate bond falter—thin, fading, like breath in winter. And I knew. I had played my part long enough. So I turned away. It was time to severe the bond that was never truly mine. But when he sensed I was really leaving, when the tether between us began to snap, he broke. Dropped to his knees, clutching the pups like lifelines, his voice raw. "Please," he whispered, "don't leave me." Even the pups cried, reaching for me with shaking hands. "Mom, we’re sorry… We didn't mean it. Please don't go."