Novel & Cerita Divorce A Billionaire To Marry Him

For five years, Elara Ashford was the perfect billionaire wife—gentle, loyal, and endlessly patient. She loved her husband quietly, standing behind him as he rose to the top of the business world. To Julian Ashford, the ruthless CEO of Ashford Group, his wife was nothing more than a convenient presence—someone who would never leave, never complain, and never matter. Until the night he publicly humiliates her and proves, beyond doubt, that she will always come second. Instead of begging or crying, Elara calmly asks for a divorce. Certain she will regret it, Julian signs without hesitation. But Elara doesn’t come back. She disappears—and when she returns, she is no longer the invisible woman he discarded. She is confident, radiant, and untouchable, drawing admiration from powerful men who now see her worth. That is when Julian’s world begins to unravel. Haunted by regret, consumed by obsession, and driven to desperation, the billionaire who once controlled everything finds himself losing sleep, sanity, and pride—all for the woman he cast aside. As Julian abandons his arrogance to chase the wife he never appreciated, Elara must decide whether a man who broke her so completely deserves a second chance. Especially when the truth finally emerges: She was never weak. She was always the one holding his empire together. Now the man who once looked down on her must face the most painful reality of all— losing her may be the one mistake he can never undo.

"A King is imperfect without his Queen." Nadazhda stumbled upon the supernatural world unknowingly to her that she was mated to Him - A forbidden offspring that wasn't supposed to be born. The supernatural King that rules all beings. He was ruthless and known by all to be a cruel beast: a devil and a horrible nightmare. A wolf with fangs, horns, and magic. Join both mates in the midst of exploring different betrayals, romance, love, lies, deceives, trust and acceptance. ©Adeyemi Mariam (Um_royhan).

BLURB: I crossed an ocean to hunt the very person who ruined my grandmother's company. But now I'm entangled in a web of lies, secrets, blackmail and landed in a twisted agreement with my boss. To stay in her husband's bed, be his only lover, so he doesn't make more lovers she isn't aware of. I was supposed to be the hunter but now I'm confused on who is using who.

I had been married to Derek for six years, and we had a three-year-old son. He was poor, earning only $2,000 a month, but I had no complaints; I took care of everything at home for him. After getting dinner on the table for the whole family, I finally had a minute to check my phone. A video popped up on my feed: a twenty-two-year-old girl from a rural area whose hands, roughened by years of hard labor, looked like they belonged to a sixty-two-year-old woman. I looked down at my own hands, just as worn and scarred, and stared at them blankly before tapping into the comments. I expected people to feel bad for her. However, to my surprise, the comments section was flooded with a single sentiment: "Why would anyone marry a penniless loser?" One of the top-liked comments came from a couple; in their photo, they were pictured holding hands—fingers tightly intertwined—with the girl sporting a massive diamond ring. The accompanying caption read: "A man who truly loves you would never bear to let you suffer." I felt a pang of envy. Given the choice, who wouldn't want a glamorous life? As I was about to close the app, I accidentally tapped on the couple's photo, enlarging it. In the background, previously too blurry to make out, was a face I recognized. It looked exactly like my husband, Derek Sterling. I froze, and almost against my will, I tapped into the account's profile. Post after post of lavish photos of them together flooded my screen. And then I saw him clearly. The scar above his brow, the one he got when a shelf fell on him while protecting me, was still plainly visible. It was my husband. It was Derek.

Hope Carter is a quiet, good-natured journalist who lives with her sister, Julie. They have lived together and alone for many years, Hope always does her best to help her sister. Her life is turned upside down when she has the opportunity to interview one of the country's biggest criminals, Castiel Reed. But, something goes wrong, and she finds herself in a big mess, she will have to be the person she never thought she would be to protect her lovely sister tooth and nail.

Pretending to be someone you don't want to be, is the most difficult thing that Mallory has done. She needs to do this, for her to continue helping her parents. She will pretend to be Canon's wife. Canon, the most intelligent man when it comes to business, he's unpredictable and hard to read. A ruthless man who will eventually meet a soft-spoken lady that will make his life turn upside down. “Pretend, don't cross the line. You just have to pretend, Mallory. I will never consider you as my real wife. Never in my life.”

As if lying to her wasn't enough, they plan her accident resulting in her ending up in a wheelchair. they've been lovers behind her back. "but I love him, why can't you understand?" Anabel says out loud... "but he is your brother-in-law...how can you love him...where does that leave me... his wife?" given a second chance Arielle wants nothing but revenge on her cheating husband and step-sister, and like the knight in shining armor, he walks into her life when she needs him the most.

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Alessandro Romano has it all money, power, and a future already planned for him. In a few days, he’s getting engaged to the perfect woman. At least, that’s what the world sees. But Alessandro is living a lie. He has never loved a woman. He has never even wanted to. And the night before his engagement, one kiss with a stranger makes him feel more alive than ever. That stranger? Micah Hartwell. His soon-to-be fiancée’s older brother. Micah is everything Alessandro isn’t: bold, unafraid, and tired of hiding. Their connection is dangerous, messy, and impossible to ignore. But secrets have a way of surfacing. Sandra, the bride-to-be, is hiding something too. She knows Alessandro’s truth and she’s using it. The engagement is fake. Love is fake. But the damage? That’s very real. When everything blows up in public, Alessandro has to choose between the life he was raised for… and the love he never saw coming. He Said He’s Straight is a story about lies, love, freedom, and the fire it takes to be yourself even when the whole world says you can’t.

“Maybe we should get a divorce. Name your prize and leave.” Dylan said and I hiccuped immediately. My heart beat increased rapidly. Just then, my phone buzzed and I knew why he wanted a divorce. My sister was back. Even after three years of dedication and loving him, it turned out Dylan never got over Lexa. He was quick to rush to her as soon as she arrived in the city. Tears welled up in my eyes realising I was nothing but a space holder for my sister. Fine, I would leave. But the next time you see me, I won't be the same. Goodbye forever, I’ll forget we ever met.