I Was A Male War Bride

Camila Martinez was the only Surviving daughter of her aging mother. She worked as a government interpreter in her country Mexico before relocating to America to live the American dream. She is shocked to realize that living in America was not as fairytale as she imagined. Stuck as a busser in a five-star restaurant a job she hates, she tries to make ends meet until she receives a dreaded call from her mother's doctor that her cancer had reappeared and she needed immediate surgery. Ethan st. James is a real estate business tycoon and a widower with three children. He wanted a wife, not for him but a mother for his children. Things start to get complicated between Camila and Ethan, would the heart get what it wants?

She suddenly stopped when she heard faint voices."Tim, what are you doing here?" A woman's voice asked fiercely, turning to a guy.Her voice was almost a whisper, but she knew it was Carrie's."We both know I'm the father, so why did you force that man to marry you and tell everyone he's the father?" She was talking to a man who asked her angrily.As soon as she heard them talking, she quickly covered her mouth to keep from gasping."Tim, I'm sure you understand. You cannot guarantee your son a happy life. What benefits can you provide to us as a teacher? Just imagine how easy your son's life will be with Sean Montarde. Don't be egotistical. Leave now before he notices you." Carrie pleaded."Carrie, please.""Look, Tim, we can still continue what we have even if I'm already married. Of course, I still want you."She witnessed Carrie touching his face, too. They were ready to kiss when she turned away and quickly ran into a man's large, strong body.She was astonished when she saw the man's face. Sean turned to stare at the two, his eyes becoming more narrow. She realized right away that he had heard everything."S-sean?" When Carrie saw the two of them, she uttered a terrified statement."The wedding is off then!" Sean said firmly. As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly grabbed her hand and drew her away.Wait! Why is he taking her along with him?He kept walking until they got into a car. While clutching the steering wheel, he turned to face her."Would you like to be my substitute bride?"Her eyes widened at his unexpected question. He kissed her on the lips, which made her even more motionless.

"Why..." April stuttered. "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Like what?" "Like you want to eat me." "I do want to eat you" Mateo smirked, then his face turned serious as he cornered her by the wall, his muscular body hovering above hers. "But before that..." He paused, his voice hoarse and deep. "Before that?" April tilted her head to the side to have a better view of him. "I'd hold your waist against mine and kiss you" He whispered against her ear and his hot breath fanned her sending chills down her spine. "I'd kiss you so passionately till you open up for me and when you do, I'll explore your mouth with my tongue till we're both breathless and aroused. Then my kisses will trail to your neck and then to your breasts." His voice came out as a ragged, painful whisper. April placed her hands on his chest to stop him as his words were doing things to her she couldn't understand. "W-what about the contract?" She said in a breathy voice. "Damn that stupid contract!" Mateo said and captured her lips in his. ************ April, an intern of an event planning firm was offered the biggest opportunity of her career; to plan the marriage of London's youngest billionaire, Mateo Hades. On the day of the wedding, Mateo's bride mysteriously disappeared leaving April with no choice but to step in as the new bride. Read to find out how their love story unfolds.

Anna Ricks signed a one-day marriage contract to get out of a financial situation, she was supposed to make sure the marriage was annulled the next day under the circumstance of error of person but she couldn't. Things took a different turn when the groom, Daniel Matt found out he had been deceived and he is hell-bent on making the co-planners regret their actions. As matters arise and situations unfold, he finds himself falling for Anna.

One night. No names. No consequences — or so she thought. When aviation executive Sienna Hartwell discovers that the stranger she walked away from is her sister's groom, and that a ruthless debt covenant makes her the only woman who can save her family's company, she does the only logical thing: she takes her sister's place at the altar. But marrying Adrian Swift means living inside a contract she didn't fully read, a past she can't outrun, and a husband who has been three steps ahead of her from the very beginning.

“Relax. It was meaningless. It didn’t mean a thing.” Three years. That’s how long Lena Carter loved Evan Brooks—three years of loyalty, late nights, and believing she was building a future with him. Until she finds him in a hotel suite bathroom, hands braced against marble, whispering excuses while her cousin—and closest friend—fixes her lipstick in the mirror. All this happens during Lena’s promotion celebration. Lena should be home, crying into cheap wine and shattered dreams. Instead, she’s stranded on a quiet Los Angeles street at midnight, phone dead, heels in hand, with a group of drunk men circling closer than comfort allows. Then a black luxury sedan pulls up. The man who steps out wears a tailored suit, calm eyes, and an authority that makes the street go silent. Mason Hart. Billionaire. Tech CEO. And—unknown to him—the elusive owner of the company where Lena works as an executive assistant two floors below the C-suite. He offers her a ride. She hesitates. She takes it. That single decision rewrites her life. Mason doesn’t mix business with emotions. He doesn’t date employees. And he definitely doesn’t rescue strangers with haunted eyes. But Lena’s quiet strength, the way she refuses pity, the way pain sharpens her instead of breaking her—it gets under his skin. Lena just wants to forget the man who betrayed her. Mason offers distraction. Protection. Desire without promises. But Evan refuses to let go, spreading lies and suddenly desperate to “fix things.” Her cousin is determined to destroy what little Lena has left. And the closer Lena grows to the powerful CEO who signs her company’s paychecks, the more dangerous her heart becomes. Because falling for a billionaire who doesn’t believe in love might hurt worse than betrayal.

She's a talented chef, and he's a famous actor. When their fates collide, what will happen? Audrey Fuentes is in love with her childhood friend and superstar, Shane Vargas. When her parents died in a plane crash, she was forced to live on her own until she was given a chance to be with the man she loves. Shane's parents fly back to the country to attend their wedding, which was arranged for a long time before her parents passed away. Just like any other bride, Audrey was excited to walk on the red carpet and meet up with the man of her dreams at the end of the aisle. What happened on the day of her wedding ceremony was nothing like what she envisioned. Shane left for another country after signing their marriage contract the day before the ceremony. To make things worse, Audrey gets involved in the accident when she's on her way home on the same day. Five years passed, and so Audrey confronted the man. She gathered enough courage to propose an annulment when she returned. Will she be able to completely move on and let go of her love? After several years, her heart still beats so fast whenever she sees him. The problem is, Shane is already head over heels with someone else. Audrey Fuentes is Shane's deserted bride.

I was the stand-in who looked most like my husband's first love. He put me through countless plastic surgeries, both major and minor ones, until I became her exact likeness. But then, she came back from the dead. All it took was her saying, "I don't like anyone looking like me," and he sent me right back to the operating table once more. I begged him, telling him that my body couldn't handle it anymore. Alas, he only looked at me with irritation. "Seeing that cheap imitation of her face just disgusts me," he sneered. "No matter how close you come, you'll never be her." In the end, I died on that operating table. Yet, he went mad, trying desperately to recall what I once looked like.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.

Two years ago, as a graduate of Werewolf Medical School, I volunteered to go to the most remote and poorest pack, as it had always been my dream to help werewolf patients in need. I heard from my teacher that the werewolves in the Rogue Pack were the poorest and that their living conditions were the worst. Most of the werewolves there were old and weak, so I volunteered to go to that pack as soon as I graduated. After I arrived, I helped them build an infirmary and even set up a blood station. Every year, I led them in voluntary blood donations. But one time—right after I had taken a short break following a blood donation—they turned on me. They slandered me, calling me a selfish and heartless healer. Worse still, they accused me of faking illness, claiming I was lying comfortably in bed while patients were dying—refusing to lift a finger to save them. Not only that, they stormed into the infirmary, seized all my herbs and equipment, and completely trashed the place I had built for them with my own hands. Recalling the days I had spent day and night healing them—only to see my infirmary destroyed and my dream shattered—I let out a bitter smile. I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack. "I'm ready to return," I said. "I want to serve the patients in our own pack." Then, without a trace of regret, I left that place behind. However, after I gave up, the whole pack regretted it and begged me to return.