Married With Benefit

"I'm getting married again." She announces, minutes after returning back home after three years of absentia. Her family looks at her like she's grown two horns. "What?" "Don't be alarmed." "Who is he?" She smiles, drops her fork and looks them in the eye. "His name is Ashton Wright." "Isn't he...!" "Yes. He's the elder brother of Richard Wright, my ex-husband." * For three years, Ivy Hall endures every form of abuse possible until the encounter that breaks her steely resolve. At her ex husband's betrayal, she enlists the help of his elder brother in her revenge against him and her best friend, and surprisingly, he agrees. She moves from Richard Wright to Ashton Wright. Some might wonder, what's the difference if they are from the same family... She smiles and shakes her head. "I'm moving from grass to grace."

Lorena Calvino Alessandro Moravia was the devil and I've caught his eye.i was supposed to marry his son Alessandro Moravia She has no business in my world,I have too many enemies.The Moravia crime family had status,power and wealth,she was the only thing I wanted.

When Emily was young, she lost her mother to a werewolf bite, a traumatic event that stayed with her forever. Afterward, her father remarried, and her stepmother gave birth to a child. Emily was seen as weak, unable to assert herself, and decisions were often made for her. No one considered her a bold member of the family, nor did anyone expect her to defend herself, as her father blamed her for the death of his first wife. Despite remembering the event clearly, Emily remained composed and focused. One day, her father broke the news that she was to marry a man she had never met. Though she was initially unhappy, she gradually accepted the idea, hoping he would be kind and treat her well. She soon discovers her husband is a billionaire, the CEO of the wealthiest company in New York City, and an Alpha of a powerful werewolf clan—Alphas in search of their Lunas. When their paths cross, Emily must decide whether to face reality head-on or run away.

The day my family and the Fido family decided I should marry Callum Fido, I shocked everyone by rejecting the arrangement. Without hesitation, I instead chose Jaxon Fido, Callum’s uncle. Everyone was stunned. After all, everyone in Central City knew I, Moon Sawyer, had loved Callum more than I loved myself. When I was young and naive, I had declared I would marry no one but him. I followed him for ten years and lost who I was in the process. If he told me to go left, I would never dare turn right. If he told me to jump into the ocean, I would have done it without thinking. In my past life, I got to marry Callum, just like I always wanted. But on our wedding day, he shut the door in my face. He pressed the knife he had personally sharpened against my chest and said, “The one I love and want to marry has always been Ruby. The only way you’ll enter this house is as a dead body.” Ruby Sawyer was my sister. The Fido family had called him ungrateful and forced him to go through with the marriage. But after the wedding, he kept looking for women who looked like Ruby and flaunted his affection for them in front of everyone. He let every one of his mistresses insult me, belittle me, and walk all over me. When I was pregnant, I was pushed down the stairs, and both my baby and I died. With a second chance at life, I chose to stay away from him and let him be with Ruby. But I never expected that the day the Fido family agreed to my new engagement, Callum would completely lose his mind.

Having a crush on someone and getting married to him is supposed to be the best thing ever happened to you. But what if he happens to love your sister and destiny chooses you as his bride. His replaced bride_

"You're applying to be Noah's nanny," he said smoothly, his towering presence closing in on me. I felt the heat of his breath against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Yes, sir," I answered, keeping my voice steady. "I'll do my best to take care of him." But the truth was far from innocent. Becoming his son's nanny was only a cover—seducing him was my aim! ********** Elena Williams had lost everything: her child, her freedom, and five years of her life locked away in a psychiatric hospital by the very family that betrayed her. Now, they lived comfortably, protected by wealth and power, while she plotted her revenge. To bring them down, Elena needed an ally even more formidable than her enemies. Enter Justin Hunt—an enigmatic billionaire with the influence and strength to tip the scales. He was her ticket to vengeance, and she was willing to risk it all to capture his attention... even if it meant playing a dangerous game of seduction.

TRIGGER WARNING: Mature content ahead. Katalina This wasn't the plan. Getting married was the least of my priorities but here I am, dressed in white and taking marriage vows. What's even shocking is the man I am marrying; My mother's fiance, a man old enough to be my father. Huracio Katalina is the object of my fantasies. Something about her innocence stirs the darkest of desires inside me. She is like a pure rose and I am the devil. A devil covered with blood to the last tip of my fingers but that doesn't stop me from lusting after her.There's nothing I want but to taint her till she is corrupted by my essence. I know I shouldn't want her. I shouldn't crave her since she is my fiance's daughter. When her mother runs away from our wedding, I see an opportunity. An opportunity to live my fantasies and as the devil I am, I take it. Now, she is MINE! *** When Katalina finally finds out that Huracio is the Don of a Mafia gang, the same gang responsible for the death of her father, what will happen?

“I now pronounce you husband and wife” was what the pope said, well just few of our families were present and the groom was no where to be found . My father told me he had urgent business to handle few hours before my big day…. Pure sarcasm by the way. Slowly slipping out of my wedding dress, flashbacks of how I was forced to marry a pompous mafia leader for my father’s greed stings my heart. Getting married without having to see the face of your so-called husband was the last thing on my wishlist . A man so arrogant to attend his own wedding was the last man I could ever love

There were rules to their marriage. Lily was given the life of luxury and everything she could possibly want to live while her husband held the power and control over her fairytale life. It was a game of beauty and dominance. Lily Blakely: I had no other option but to do the unthinkable. I sold my soul to a billionaire heir, rich and spoiled. My dignity held under the heels of his shiny leather shoes and my heart in his hand. And I had done it all to save my father's life. He didn't know that. For him, I was the gold digger of highest order, one he despised the most. And yes, I didn't expect him to fall in love with me ever. He swore that he wouldn't. Daniel Rutherford: She was as beautiful as cunning. The kind I hated the most. A young, independent girl who sold herself for a life of riches and standard. I wanted nothing more than to stay a thousand miles away from her. But I seemed to fail in doing so the moment she got close enough to touch. I wanted her to repel me, yet every time she was near me I got attracted to her in a way I dreaded. I wanted to push her away, but to my utter disdain I wanted to fuck her even more.

When my best friend died, his wife, Mia Lewis, was eight months pregnant. Mia said she didn't want her baby growing up without a father. I owed my best friend my life. He saved me, literally pulled me from death's door. So I stepped up, marrying Mia and raising their son as my own. Mia loved her career, so I quit mine. Traded my job for diapers and school runs. For seven whole years, I cooked, cleaned, folded laundry, and handled the housework. Rain or shine, sickness or health, I was there—every single day. Mia, though? She stayed cold, distant. Her warmth only surfaced in the bedroom—and even then, it was a flicker, never a flame. Just soft sighs and breathy murmurs, like she was playing a role she couldn't wait to finish. Afterward, she would quietly check the condom, as if she couldn't trust me. Then came New Year's Eve. A snap. A tear. A broken condom. Her fury struck like a thunderclap. She locked me out on the balcony, left me standing in the freezing rain, soaked to the bone as the wind howled like a wounded beast. Teeth chattering, I shivered as I watched the door like a dog, waiting to be let in. Then I saw him. Our boy, Ethan Bailey. Six years old. My son, at least in name. He came running with an umbrella in his hand. For a second, my heart leapt. 'Maybe, just maybe…' But he didn't even look at me. Just walked past in silence and handed the umbrella to the nanny heading out. Right then and there, something inside me cracked. I knew it was time to go.