Christopher Paolini Inheritance Cycle

Kate Jackson's life shatters when her husband, Alex Cole, throws her aside for another woman. Humiliated and heartbroken, she vowed to revenge and then she signs the divorce papers and accepts a surprising marriage proposal from Calvin Johnson, a mysterious billionaire confined to a wheelchair. "It appears we both don't have an affection for each other, so you'll be my wife until I'm able to secure my position as heir." Calvin stated coldly, as he rolled his wheel chair towards Kate. What starts as a marriage of convenience to secure Calvin's inheritance quickly spirals into a tangled web of secrets, betrayal, and forbidden passions. Haunted by a passionate affair with a masked stranger, Kate finds herself torn between two men—only to discover that the truth is far more shocking than she could have imagined. As Calvin battles to unmask those responsible for his mother's death and his near-fatal accident, Kate becomes the target of malicious schemes orchestrated by Calvin’s ruthless stepmother, Catherine. Will Kate whose heart was crippled, find love with the crippled man she married, or will her desire for revenge consume her?

Blurb: A retelling of Cinderella, with a twist. Her Prince never met her at a ball, but in a bike crash, when she tried to escape years of abuse. She was never the beauty in a glass slipper, but a wolfless girl born from an Alpha’s line. He was not a Prince Charming. Not a saviour. Just a Don from a line of ruthless Rogue Alphas, and heir to a fearsome security company the packs could not mess with. Yet Donna-Belle accepted whatever life threw at her when she wound up under his protection and had to sign a contract that promised his protection and her cooperation. As long as she had a way to get back her inheritance and fight her stepfamily, she did not mind getting entangled with danger and mixed signals. Being the Don’s ‘personal heiress’ was not a day’s job, but Donna was determined to raise her company to greater heights and get back at her abusive stepfamily. Even if she played with a volcano yet to erupt, she was set on breaking away her fears and insecurities and stepping up for herself. He never believed in the old myth of mates. She never wanted to be entrapped by him. They both never got what they wanted. Fate decided.

blurb: “You walked away from our marriage like it meant nothing.” “Because loving you meant losing everything I’d built.” “Then watch me destroy it.” Five years ago, billionaire heir Damien Blackwell made a devastating choice—he abandoned his secret husband, Luca Rivera, to protect his empire and hide his truth. No goodbyes. Just a cold betrayal that shattered them both. Now Damien needs a miracle. To claim his inheritance and take over the family empire, he must prove he’s legally married—and there’s only one man who fits the bill. But Luca is no longer the soft-hearted lover Damien left behind. He’s re-emerged as Lucas Vale, a ruthless tech mogul with a new name, a bulletproof reputation, and a heart hardened by betrayal. When Luca agrees to play the part of Damien’s doting husband—for a price—their fake reunion ignites a wildfire of buried passion, unresolved rage, and secrets that could destroy them both. Because one of them is hiding a secret that changes everything—and someone in Damien’s circle wants Luca gone... permanently. Love. Lies. Legacy. Will their second chance save them—or finish what heartbreak started?

The wolves of our pack are different from most. At five years old, every pup must undergo their first shift. But my son Ash was born with a broken wolf. He couldn't complete the shift on his own. The healer said the only way to stabilize him was for my Alpha mate, Kael, to transfer fifteen percent of his power to Ash. Otherwise, Ash would die during the first shift. The Five Packs Alliance summit was approaching. Any loss of strength could put Silver Fang at a disadvantage in negotiations. Kael weighed his options and decided to postpone. He said Ash could hold on through this moon cycle — they'd do it after the summit. I begged him to perform the ritual as soon as possible. Kael gave me his word. But the summit kept getting pushed back. First, Kael's childhood sweetheart Nora said her daughter Lily had a fever and she couldn't manage alone. Kael dropped everything and stayed with them for two days. Then Nora asked to take Lily to the Northern Frost Pack's Bonfire Festival. She said Lily had never had a father, had never attended a single pack celebration, and wanted Kael to go as family. When Ash was losing his breath in my arms, I called Kael. He said: "Lily's first shift ceremony is in three days. I have to stay and guide her. Don't worry — I'll be back as soon as it's over. Ash isn't urgent. Didn't the Elder say there's still a month? Stop overreacting." Three days later, Kael rushed home. All he found was Ash's cold body.

Memories have no remedy for Yorticia Fleurdelice Vigilante, who has no idea about her obscure past. She was an angel, and it was beyond her comprehension how the gust of wind had brought her to a lush Garden of Evil. Cosimo, with whom she lived, a man she was not familiar with, gives her one mission: "Kill me whenever you can." The evil is him. The De Rogatis successor to the fortune who've been concealing the truth that he's the De Rogatis empire's successor, asleep in Olimpio Sidonio Gagliardo's hands, has returned following a 13-year vengeance scheme of an age-old vendetta against the plot's ringleaders, one of whom are the Vigilantes, which risk further conflict resulted in the eradication of her clan. She did not know him well, but he caused a knot in her just thinking about his face. From this point on, Yorticia decides that she'll do this by choking him with feigned love and emotionally manipulating him into servitude. Promising him, like, a million tomorrows, she'll be like a wildflower, valiantly growing wild and free and nothing that burns. Yorticia, however, is thrown into confusion as what was supposed to be pure retaliation turns into lust... and conceivably true love as she begins to notice it was starting to consume her like a raptorous wildfire. Meanwhile, as Cosimo drops further lower while continuing to fight for the things that he holds dear and to forget the things he fears, he grapples with his own feelings for Yorticia. He wants Yorticia to know that when he found this newfound freedom through her... she became his religion, regardless of who he becomes or how low he descends. Can they ever truly learn to love one another, or are they doomed to suffocate in their destructive cycle of retaliation and violence?

Stranger at day, fuck buddy at night, this isn't a sweet love story, it is a kind of story where lust meets love. Maya came from a small rural village, working as a dancer in a downtown bar just to afford her younger brother’s medication. Life had been nothing but struggle a relentless cycle of poverty and heartache she endured alone. On her very first night at the bar, Atlas Volkov watched from the shadows of a VIP sit. The billionaire CEO was known for ruthless business tactics and a cold, unforgiving empire. But as he looked at her, he didn’t see a dancer; he saw something he was determined to possess. He summoned her to his private space, the air thick with tension. “I can pull you out of this place,” he said, his voice smooth and dangerous. “But there’s a condition. You’ll be mine—a companion behind closed doors. Sign the contract, follow my rules, and you’ll be paid more than you’ve ever imagined.” Maya’s heart raced. She’d heard stories of the urban elite—their world built on rivalry and power. Getting involved with a Volkov was like walking into a hurricane. Yet the image of her brother “How much?” she whispered. “Two years. Ten million dollars.” The number stunned her more than she could earn in a hundred lifetimes, but desperation won out. “Deal,” she said, her voice shaky Atlas brought her to the Volkov Villa a sprawling estate where staff bowed in unison, he ordered her to undress. “No,” she snapped. “No contract means nothing.” He tossed her a folder. “Sign it. Now.” Her hand trembled as she scrawled her name.

Lia Rodriquez lives a fairytale life. A loving husband, the dream family and boundless happiness. She couldn't have asked for more. But her world shatters with a single brutal twist. Her husband's betrayal. It rips away her trust and joy. Grief pile upon grief at the sudden death of her beloved father. Thrust into the dark threads of family obligations, Lia finds herself an unwilling inheritor of the Rodriquez Empire. Obligations comes with enemies and danger. A truth Lia knows all too well. That was why she escaped years ago. But now, there is no choice left for her. Nikolai Volx, a broker, who is haunted by ghosts and the burden of his dying sister. When he receives an anonymous call in desperate times, he grabs it, oblivious to the danger that awaits him. Soon he's entangled in a lethal game of inheritance surrounding a woman where not only his life is at stake, but his heart too. As Lia dismantles the mystery behind her father's death, Nikolai confronts his demons. Can they navigate the dangerous play of power and betrayal while trying to keep their feelings in check or will they become pawns in the deadly game where the price of truth is etched in blood?

"One contract. Two men. A deadly truth. Who will she trust, and who will destroy her?" She wants revenge. She wants justice. She wants to make them all pay. After her mother’s mysterious death, Gemini’s life spins out of control. Then two men walk into her world—each dangerous in their way. Gustavo, her father’s loyal assistant, is cold, calculating… and obsessed. He makes her feel like she’s never doing enough—and he won’t stop until she’s his. Then there’s Simon—a self-made billionaire surgeon with a dark past and a burning desire for Gemini. One steamy, forbidden night leads to an unexpected pregnancy… and a contract marriage that changes everything. Now Gemini is caught between a possessive man who would destroy her life to keep her—and a husband who would destroy the world to protect her. As secrets unravel and buried truths rise to the surface, Gemini must fight not only for her inheritance… but for her life, her love, and her future. Because the man she once thought she loved… might be the one who orchestrated her mother’s death.

After a tragic accident killed her father and made her mother unconscious, Anna was thinking about how to raise money for her mother's treatment when she met Lewis Cole, an intelligent billionaire who needs a wife to secure his inheritance before his thirty-second birthday. Anna seems to be a perfect candidate, but she was not interested in Lewis because she has a crush on Lewis’s brother, Stefan. Desperate, Anna takes Lewis’s one-year contract marriage offer. She soon finds out that living with a traumatized man is not easy, especially when his presence awakens feelings she never knew she had. Lewis shows her affection in public but is cold in private. He tries to keep their relationship professional, but the woman he once kissed in a drunken state turns out to be more than a convenient bride. Their budding relationship was ruined when Annabelle was discovered pregnant... and Lewis is not the one responsible. An anonymous envelope of unexpected truths and plots of manipulation and betrayal comes to further shake the foundation of their trust. Can a marriage built on contract survive the truth, or will their pasts destroy their chance at a real future? Will they find love after marriage or separate and become strangers?

Nine years into my "non-cohabiting partnership" with Simon, his father passed away. The first condition in his will was simple: Simon and Ella had to conceive a child. On the day the child turned one month old, Simon would inherit his father's fortune. Simon told me this himself—the night I walked in on them tangled in our bed. Afterward, as he took a slow drag from his cigarette, he murmured, "Lily, just wait a little longer. Once I get the inheritance, I'll marry you." But he went back on his word. From then on, every time Simon planned to meet Ella at our house, he would hang a string of bells on the door. Since his father's passing, those bells had chimed ninety-nine times. After the ninety-ninth, the news arrived—Ella was pregnant, and their engagement party was set. My daughter saw the invitation, hesitated, then softly asked, "Mom, is Daddy's name on this?" I forced a smile and gently smoothed her messy hair into a neat ponytail. "Daddy is marrying the one he loves," I said. "And I'm taking you home." Simon never understood—I never cared about that marriage certificate.