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Eliana Thorne is forced to marry a shady billionaire by her aunt Livia to save the family’s fortune and secure their future. The catch was, the man —Levi Vanderbilt —was dead. In everyone’s eye, she was basically a human sacrifice to the Vanderbilt family. Much to her surprise on her wedding night there is a ghost living with her, her dead husband Levi is very much alive— And very unhappy with this new development of having a stranger claim his name and assets. Levi hated Eliana believing she is a pawn but decides to keep up appearances to find out who betrayed him. A drunken night leads to pregnancy, suffocating Levi. Just when Eliana grows tired of the toxic dynamic and constant abuse, she

Betrayed by the two people she loved most, her fiancé and her stepsister, Ella loses everything. Desperate and broken, she chooses death. But fate has other plans. Rescued against her will, Ella wakes up to a nightmare: her greedy foster parents have forced her into marriage with a crippled, disfigured man, Elion Copper. A man the world believes to be poor and unwanted. But Elion is no ordinary man. He is, in truth, the ruthless billionaire bachelor every woman in town secretly desires. Tired of fake love and gold-diggers, Elion hides behind a mask of scars and poverty to test if any woman can love him without his wealth. He is certain no one will ever agree, until Ella. To Elion, E

Amara Benson believed her mother loved her until she was traded to a powerful man for profit. On her engagement night, she gets dragged and ends up waking up in the bed of Damien Kane, a cold billionaire who is feared by many. The scandal spreads and the engagement is called off. Weeks later, Amara realizes she's pregnant. She is taken by Damien under a contract marriage meant to end after childbirth. But Damien hides a past filled with danger and lies. As a kind doctor offers her safety and truth, Amara must choose between forced loyalty and real love. When she learns she is the true heiress, the fight for her heart and fortune begins.

Vincent Isabella was offered a contract marriage worth 5 million dollars by a cold and ruthless billionaire given 30 days to marry or lose his Empire to his corrupt brother. She agreed only for her sick sister and her parents’ debt. “One year of contract marriage. No attachment. No feelings. No sex. Just public appearances.” But when Alexander Lucas demanded a child, she refused, and said “It wasn’t part of the deal”. Yet, she later agreed to help him secure the Empire. During childbirth, the baby died, and Mr. Alexander, the real owner of the Empire, rewarded Isabella by bequeathing the entire Empire to her. The Empire meant for Lucas or William now belonged to Isabella. Will

When her wet dream came true, Christine's already messed up life suddenly turned into hell. Maximo Lombardi, the Billionaire Tycoon, imprisoned her with the accusation of stealing his baby. No matter how much she tried to prove her innocence, Christine found it hard to run away from this paranoid devil. Yet when all her broken past was revealed, Maximo turned to be her only protector. He claimed that he would send all those who had bullied her to the real hell. *** "I never carried your baby!" "I don't care!" He stepped forward, making me flinch. Meeting his fierce eyes, I knew things went worse. "Because you'll carry one for me soon." Maximo claimed domineering

The blood-infused elixir I crafted won the top honor at the Nocturne's Gala, but my adopted sister stole it and claimed the credit. She thought she'd won glory, not realizing it was a vampire betrothal contract to the Prince Kaelan—rumored to be impotent, barbaric, and monstrous. When the proposal arrived, my archmage fiancé, to "protect" her, hastily bound himself to her with a blood-mark and took her to his bed. She returned, the fresh mark on her neck a badge of triumph. "Sister, your man is mine now. You turn twenty-five in three days. If no one claims you, the Matchmaking Registry will toss you to some aging, wife-beating rogue mercenary..." She was wrong. I always had a choice. I walke

Dr. Ivy Smythe left Heath Allan the day before they graduated from university after they'd fought long and hard about her having an affair. He wouldn't accept her word over the stories he'd been told and the photographic evidence. Heath didn't believe she would leave and was stunned when she disappeared. Now, eight years later, he finds her working in the museum, where he's the new CFO, and she's got a little boy who looks like him. She's also walking with a cane and giving him the cold shoulder. His family's money and influence originally created this mess when his mother set her sights on him marrying another woman. Back then, he did what his parents wanted and married Monica. After the we

There was a strict rule in my pack. Any female werewolf at the age of twenty‑nine who had not gone through a mate bond had to return to the pack for the Moonpick Ceremony, where the Alpha would personally choose her mate. When I showed the chairman of the Werewolf Council, Jonah Gregot, my pack’s notice to return, he gave a low laugh. “Is Sovereign Moon Pack still stuck in the olden days, Jade?” He leaned back in his leather chair and spoke in a casual tone. “I told you we would have our mate bond ceremony, and I promise it will happen. Do not try to use your pack’s law to force me into anything.” He took a ring box from the pocket of his suit and tossed it to his secretary, who stood be

"I will only use you when I need to." Amanda has always hated the words of abuse from the lips of Oriaga Niel, her husband and CEO of the famous jewelry and fashion brand 'Gregorious' who married her a month ago. Amanda felt dirty and crazy, even though they had sex, but without love, they just hated each other all the time. Amanda is like a bitch that Oriaga bought for good, and the man wants revenge for Amanda's family's attitude in the past.

“If you were the last man on earth and I needed to be saved, I would rather die than let you touch me.” I screamed in his face, my husband. The name still sounded bitter on my tongue. He looked the least bit bothered by my outburst, taking two tentative steps until he stood right in front of me, close enough that all I could smell was him. He gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. “Throw your tantrum princess. When you’re done you’ll come back pleading for my touch, you’ll beg me to ruin you. You will swell with my child and give me the heir that I want.” He turned but stopped short and faced me again. “That is all you would be good for.”