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My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

I grew up fatherless, clawing my way through the Chicago underbelly with my mom. She always said he loved us. That he just had to go far, far away. Until she got terminally ill. I dropped out of design school and rushed back, ready to drain our life savings to treat her. But she put a pair of scissors to her own throat. She told me not to touch the cash. It was the only thing she had to leave me. I pretended to agree. But the second I turned around, I took our fifty grand and ran to Mr. Sal, the neighborhood's back-alley doctor. I begged him to save her. "Fifty grand? This buys her three months. Tops." He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes bored into me. Like he was looking at a gh

“And the family you chose… Dio mio, Stefan, I never thought you would bring this kind of shame upon us.” Yes, I anticipated a scene, this was Nonna after all. I could only imagine what my mother’s reaction would be likely be. "You of all people should know I never act without purpose," I said, my voice sharp, restrained. "Every decision I make is calculated. You backed the elders when they gave me two options marry or step down. And God knows I won’t surrender the empire I built with my own blood and sweat over the last ten years. So yes, I chose to marry but on my own terms. She is my decision.”

"Now, without further ado. Please welcome, the one and only. Emory Black!" The crowd burst out into loud cheers, and applause, as the man handed the mic to Emory. "Welcome, everyone." Emory spoke and the room went silent. "I would like to take a minute, and thank each and every one of you. Without you, this would not have been possible." She continued, her eyes going around the room. "I would like to say, that Rome Beauty Empire has not yet officially launched, but it is already successful. Our products are in high demand, and we are already sold out. It has been nothing short of wonderful."

“I don’t need your money. I don’t want your name. I’m here because I gave my word.” He leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes dark. “Then hear me clearly. If you sign this, you sign away any claim to me, my company, my family’s assets. You walk away with nothing when this fails. Nothing.” The words "when" hit like a slap. My hands tighten into fists. “Fine,” I hiss. “Sign it,” he orders. I take the pen, but not without a flicker of defiance. I scrawl my name, push the folder toward him. He checks it, then says, “Good. Remember, Isabella, I’m always watching. One wrong move, and you’re out.”

Just me. And I thought I had found that man in Bryan. I met him in a small café when I had just come back from school abroad. He was kind, humble, and full of dreams. He told me he wanted to become someone big, someone who could provide for the woman he loved. I smiled at that time and told him I believed in him. I never told him I was the real owner of Denim Group—the company that his friends talked about all the time. I didn’t want to scare him. I didn’t want him to think I was trying to control him.

I turned on my heels, striding to where I had left my assistant waiting for me. "Boss! The guys called, they said they want to meet you." He informed, while I settled inside the car. "Take me there." I responded, proceeding to grab the seatbelt. Is this arrogance? Empire Company is renowned as the largest because they operate across multiple industries—ranging from real estate and gold mining to airlines and a furniture company. All of these operate under one umbrella, which is why they’re known as Empire Company. "Boss! Are you okay?" His voice brought me back to the present.

Matt said with a smile. In the history of the empire, it was said that a deity favored Clandestine and decided to live here for some time before the war between the demons and the other beings. Since a deity was not allowed to help in the war, he sent his most favored fae and made him the emperor of Clandestine. As proof of their bond, the deity gave the emperor a very unique seed. Once it was grown, it would bless the land of the emperor who planted it.

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After a few minutes of heavy silence, the conversation began. He opened the conversation by explaining the nature of the contract. “One year of contract marriage. No feelings, no intimacy, no sex. Just total control over you and public appearances.” He paused briefly before continuing. “Isabella, let me tell you briefly about myself. From day one, I don’t believe in love, and I rarely have feelings for anybody.” He paused again. “The sole purpose of this contract marriage is to secure the empire for me, because my grandfather demanded I get married before he hands over the empire to me. My days are numbered. I was given 30 days to get married or lose the empire.”