Feyre Ring Novelas e Histórias

One drunken night. One missing necklace. One unforgettable mistake... Elena didn’t think her heart had anything left to break—not after catching her fiancé in bed with her own stepsister. But fate had other plans. A wild night out ended with a foggy morning… and a wedding ring she couldn’t remember saying yes to. She soon found herself working as a house keeper in a billionaire’s mansion, trapped by debts and haunted by choices she never made. What she didn’t know was that the cold, arrogant billionaire wasn’t a stranger after all. But someone else had known the truth all along. And she had been willing to do anything to bury it. Some truths get louder when forced to stay buried.

Megan Blanc expected her bachelorette celebration to end with laughter, hangovers, and regretful memories. What she never imagined was waking up in a stranger’s bed with a ring on her finger and a marriage certificate binding her to a man she couldn’t even remember meeting. Shaken and desperate to move on, Megan convinces herself it was nothing more than a reckless mistake. One night. One stranger. A secret she would bury forever. Especially since she was about to marry Clark Sinclair, the man she had loved and chosen. But fate had other plans. On the day she was supposed to become Clark’s wife, Megan comes face to face with the truth she tried to erase. The man she spent that night with wasn’t a stranger at all. He was Clinton Sinclair, Clark’s older brother.

This was the sixth time Dante Falcone had slammed that damned divorce agreement down in front of me, forcing me to sign. This time, I did not resist. He set down the pen. In that instant, a suffocating silence filled the room. His deep brown eyes locked onto me, sharp and probing, as if he were trying to see straight through my soul. "Why so obedient this time, Sofia? Or are you planning another trick? Don't forget who you are. Mrs. Falcone." I removed the ruby ring that symbolized the mistress of the family, the one he had placed on my finger when he proposed to me in Sicily. I set it gently on the desk, a surface stained with both blood and money. My voice was calm, lifeless. "No, Dante. I'm just... tired. Your world is too loud."

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Cassidy Lane is about to find out that's a lie. After catching her fiancé Tristan in bed with his assistant, Cassidy escapes to Sin City to drown her humiliation in cheap whiskey. She doesn't expect to meet a darkly handsome stranger at the bar—a man with cold eyes and a dangerous smile who listens to her rant about cheating men like she's the most fascinating person alive. One reckless night, a kitschy chapel, and two slurred "I do's" later, Cassidy wakes up in a penthouse she can't afford, wearing a diamond ring worth more than her apartment. After catching her fiancé Tristan in bed with his assistant, Cassidy escapes to Sin City to drown her humiliation in cheap whiskey. She doesn't expect to meet a darkly handsome stranger at the bar—a man with cold eyes and a dangerous smile who listens to her rant about cheating men like she's the most fascinating person alive. One reckless night, a kitschy chapel, and two slurred "I do's" later, Cassidy wakes up in a penthouse she can't afford, wearing a diamond ring worth more than her apartment. Then her new husband walks in. Damien Blackwood. Tech billionaire. Ruthless CEO. The most feared man in the country. And Tristan's boss. Cassidy demands an annulment. Damien refuses. With a multi-billion-dollar merger on the line, a scandal would destroy everything he's built. His solution? A six-month contract. She plays the perfect wife in public, and he'll fund her dream of opening her own event planning studio. No feelings. No complications. Just business. As the lines between contract and chemistry blur, Cassidy must decide: Is this marriage the worst mistake of her life… or the perfect match she never knew she needed?

A unique video went viral overnight. In the video, on a snow-capped mountain peak, my boyfriend, Ted Moretti, knelt on one knee, his expression tender. Amidst applause, the ring on her finger sparkled; it was the ring of the Moretti family's future bride. Within hours, the video topped various trending charts. People hailed it as the most romantic proposal of the year. Anya Rossi later posted a message. "I've been looking forward to this wedding for so long, and now it's finally happening! Thank you!" The comment section was instantly flooded with excited exclamations. "A Mafia family heir and an ordinary woman? I love it!" "It's like something out of a novel." "So enviable." I went to my boyfriend to confirm. Before I could even speak, I heard him talking to a close friend in the study. “Do I have any other choice?” Ted said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “If I don’t marry her, her gambler father will sell her off.” His friend hesitated. “But what about Carly? She’s been with you for so many years. Aren’t you worried she might lose her mind?” Ted chuckled, unconcerned. “So what if she’s angry? Carly and I have been together for six years. She won’t leave. She can’t leave.” At that moment, something deep inside me seemed to freeze completely. A month later On the same day Ted and Carly got married, I married another man. Our wedding processions met downtown. According to custom, we exchanged bouquets between the two passing wedding cars, and our windows rolled down simultaneously. That’s when Ted saw me. I was wearing a white wedding dress. Not behind him. But in another man’s arms. After knowing Ted Moretti for so many years, his consistently perfect composure crumbled for the first time.

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands. As book one ends, book two: ON YOUR KNEES MR. BILLIONAIRE starts immediately

After being reborn, I decide to write my younger brother Marcus Jensen's name on the marriage application. This time, I will fulfill Jessica Carter's wishes. In this life, I'm the one who dresses Marcus in the groom's suit and slips the engagement ring onto his finger. I personally orchestrate every encounter between them. When she takes Marcus to Lisbeth, I head south to Humridge College without hesitation. Why am I doing this? Because in my previous life, even after I turned 50, Jessica and our son were still on their knees begging me for a divorce. They wanted me to let her have one final chance at love with Marcus. In this new life, I only want to spread my wings and soar higher. I'm done with romantic entanglements.

After being reborn, I decided to write my sister's name on the marriage application. This time, I would help Sebastian Holt achieve his wishes. In this lifetime, I took the lead—I let my sister wear the wedding dress first and put the engagement ring on her finger. I personally orchestrated every encounter between Sebastian and my sister. When he took her to the capital city, I headed to Southport University without a second thought. In my previous life, even when I was over 50 years old, he and our son still knelt before me, begging for a divorce. This time, I would fulfill his final romantic destiny with my sister. Living this second life, all I wanted was to spread my wings and soar high, free from love's entanglements.

After the engagement dinner, my grandmother was hauled down to the family's dungeons. The order was given by Serena, who handled the finances for my husband-to-be, Vincent, the heir to the Moretti family. Vincent himself led her down, refusing to hear a word of explanation. "The late Don's wife's diamond cross is missing. Your grandmother was the only guest not part of the family. If she didn't take it, who did?" Serena stood at the top of the stairs, her arrogant gaze sweeping over my face. It was laughable. Based on nothing but Serena's word, they could lock an old woman away. "She stays down there for every day the cross is missing. But that's one thing, our wedding is another. We're still on for next month." I glanced down at the diamond ring on my finger, engraved with the family crest. Exhaustion washed over me. This whole marriage felt meaningless.

The moment Ruby laid eyes on Camilla, she knew her marriage was over even before it had begun. Camilla wasn't just a guest at the wedding. She was Asher’s first love, the one who walked away when he needed her most... and the one his heart never truly let go of. Now she’s back. And Ruby, the woman who had only ever asked for a chance, is left standing in a white dress with a ring that suddenly feels too heavy to wear. She always knew she was a placeholder. Still, she said I do because loving Asher was the only dream she’d ever truly had. With Camilla back now, Ruby wondered if she will ever have her husband's heart or if she’s destined to live in the shadow of her husband’s mistress…