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“She's back to pay her tormentor in his own coins... She's retribution itself!” After enduring agonizing years of a loveless marriage with the influential billionaire, Damian Brown, Olivia Davidson is abandoned with a broken heart and a divorce paper to sign. The tables turned when Ivan Arthur, a Billionaire and Olivia's Uncle appeared just in time to pick his niece at her lowest. Hand in hand, they plan the downfall of the man who had caused her great pain. Life finally seemed like a bed of roses when power was bestowed upon Olivia by her Uncle. She maps and carries out plans after plans to destroy Damian when she unveils a jaw breaking piece of information that shatters her firmly built walls to pieces. Olivia is stuck between forgiving Damian Brown who fell head over heels in love with her after her departure or giving listening ears to her absentee mother who returns shortly after Olivia gains power. What happens when Damian comes back for a second chance, seeking for a remedy to the aches of losing his once angelic wife? Will Olivia accept him wholeheartedly after all the pains he put her through, or will she pay Damian back in his own coin?

Aurelia Rodriguez and Dante Salvatore had been married for three years. In these years of marriage, he had treated her coldly and never acknowledged her but she always bore everything with a smile on her face because she loved him unconditionally. She has given everything to this marriage but all she received was the news of his first love returning to the country, the woman he still loves. He had provided her with everything, all his care and love that Aurella wanted but she stood strong. Finally, making a decision for herself, she decides to give up on him. She knew love can’t be forced so she decided to love herself. She no longer feels hurt. As Aurelia arranges the divorce papers, she finds out … she is going to be a mother. Second thought crossed her mind to tell Dante, maybe his heart would melt for her but she doesn’t want sympathy or … love out of pity. Finally she gives up on her family and signs the divorce paper and leaves. Months later, he finds her but … he doesn’t look happy. She asks him to leave since they have divorced but he pins her to the wall and growls. “ Divorce? “ he scoffed and watched her with a hardened gaze. “ that is never fucking happening. “

Ida gave birth to a new born baby on the day of her wedding anniversary, but her happiness didn't last for long, cause the nurse informed her that her baby died. Before she could break down in tears, her husband and her sister appeared and claimed they killed the child, what's worse, her husband told her the only sex she thinks they had was with another man and not him. He declared heartlessly to her that he had never loved her and that it was her sister that he loved. On that same spot, he threw the divorce paper to her and forced her to sign. Five years later, a cute little boy held onto her leg clingingly and was demanding her to be his mum, since she has less than twelve months left to live according to the doctor, she thought she could spend that time with this adorable kid. Could she be connected to the boy in some twist of fate? What will happen when she got contracted to be a nominal wife to the little boy's father so she can be able to take care of the boy? Unbeknownst to her that the little boy's father, Ben Don was her CEO, at the same time, the anonymous and mysterious richest man in the continent.

My physics teacher held up my test paper with an 18-point score in front of all the students and parents and said, “Students like this are hopeless. I don’t even know how someone like this passed the high school entrance exam. “I didn’t think there was a way to cheat on the high school entrance exam, but it turns out there is. It gives people like this a chance to cheat.” He did not just insult my intelligence but also questioned my character and family. “Well, it’s not surprising. Only a junk-collecting family could raise a kid like this.” I curled up in my seat, too scared to say anything. But my stepmom could not stand it anymore. She smacked the chalk box off his desk, pointed at him, and yelled, “Who do you think you’re talking about?! “I send my kid to school and pay all the tuition and book fees! How did it turn into us being a junk-collecting family?! “You can’t even teach properly, and I haven’t called you out for it! Have you no shame?! You don’t deserve to be called a teacher! You’re just a piece of trash!” For some reason, she suddenly seemed imposing and heroic to me.

On the day the SAT results are revealed, the fake heiress, Layla Sanders, colluded with our homeroom teacher, Richard Hoffman, to report me for cheating during the exam. When I stared at both copies of the exam papers that showed the same steps and formulas, I couldn't defend myself at all. In order to preserve Layla's pride, my own parents actually forced me to admit to stealing the exam questions in advance. Then, they had me forcibly admitted into a mental asylum. The Sanders family claimed that I had gone crazy just so they could keep this particular skeleton sealed in the closet. They abandoned me, letting me be tormented endlessly in the asylum. When I finally escaped from the asylum, I died in a car crash that was meticulously staged by Layla. Only on the verge of my death did I finally realize that the so-called "blood is thicker than water" mentality was nothing compared to a tear shed by Layla. The moment I open my eyes again, I've gotten reborn in the exam hall. This time, I choose to submit my exam paper without anything scribbled on it. I'd like to see just how someone with a total of zero points can possibly copy off the so-called top scorer of SAT.

The day I win a brand-new BMW, I suddenly receive a call from myself, ten years in the future. "Kieran will ask to borrow your car in a bit. And whatever you do, do not lend it to him. He intends to use it to pay off his gambling debt." Even with such an impossibility happening to me, I do not doubt a thing. When Kieran asks for my keys, I shut him down at once. That very night, he drives his old beater car to visit our parents. Along the way, he loses control of the car and collides with another vehicle. Just like that, he slips into a coma. The guilt hit me so hard that I eventually pass out. Mom and Dad stay by my side day and night until I can stand on my own two feet again. But the future version of me sounds cold when she calls again. "They only want to push you onto an operating table. They want your heart to save him!" Growing suspicious, I check their bags and find a donor report. Rage burns through me. I immediately block them on all platforms and throw them out of my home. When news that Kieran dies from blood loss arrives, I learn that they only ever needed my blood—not my heart. I try to find them to tell them the truth and apologize for my mistake. But the mysterious phone rings again. "They hate you because Kieran died. If you go to them now, they will drag you into a suicide pact." I freeze at the revelation, then tell my future myself that I will wait until they calm down. Later, I learn that a thief breaks into their home and kills them. I try to rush over and see them one last time, but a truck hits me and kills me on the spot. I die without ever understanding why the version of me from ten years in the future wanted me dead. When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day I won the prize.

Seven years ago, it was love at first sight when I met Lucas Yates, who was still a nameless thug at the time. For him, I chose to leave my wealthy family. After seven years of dating, he throws me a grand wedding the day he finally becomes the head of Devil's Advocate, a mafia organization. On the day of our wedding, his childhood friend, Yelena Jackman, crashes the venue. She confesses her love for Lucas, but he rejects her without any hesitation, vowing he will only ever love me in this life. Just as we're exchanging rings, Lucas' enemies show up to cause trouble. When he sees the gun pointing at me, he lunges forward to protect me without a second thought. Yelena, who should have run, takes three bullets while protecting Lucas and falls into a coma due to severe blood loss. Overwhelmed by guilt, Lucas sends her to the best hospital in the world. I have the same blood type as Yelena, so in the attempt to save her life, I donate so much blood that I go into shock. Guilt leaves me with sleepless nights. Every day, I pray she'll wake up. I'm even willing to look after her for the rest of my life if I have to. Lucas keeps comforting me, saying that I don't need to feel so guilty, as Yelena did all of it of her own volition. He says he'll take up the responsibility of making it up to her. I'm extremely grateful to Yelena for saving Lucas and allowing me to have such a wonderful husband. However, on the day of our third wedding anniversary, I receive a mysterious message. "Lucille, you shameless homewrecker! I'm his lawfully wedded wife! If you know what's good for you, you'd better scram and go as far away as you can. If you don't believe me, you can always head to City Hall to see just who is registered as Lucas' lawful wife!"

To protect his biological child, the mafia Don deliberately announces to the world that my fiance is his long-lost son. A Rolls-Royce pulls up outside my house. My fiance stares at his custom-tailored suit, his entire body trembling with excitement. I'm about to tell him it's all a lie when he shoves me aside and brushes off his sleeves with disgust, like he's touching something filthy. "Stay away from me. I can smell the poverty on you from here!" "Since I'm the Don's son, our engagement is over. An unwanted nobody like you isn't even fit to lick my boots." I try to explain, but he pulls out a check and slams it against my face—the sharp paper edge slices across my cheek. "Here's a million dollars. Consider it a breakup fee, and don't bother me again. We're not from the same world anymore." Watching the check flutter down into the mud, I quietly dim my phone screen. On it is a text from my father, the mafia Don. "Mia cara figlia, bear with it a little longer. Papa will bring you home soon to take over the family." Since he wants to burn every bridge between us, fine. He can have all this fortune on a silver platter. Whether he'll live long enough to enjoy it is another question entirely.

Some debts can only be paid in blood... or marriage. When Isabella Caldwell wakes to her father's anguished howl, she discovers her family's fortune has vanished overnight. But the truth is far worse than bankruptcy. Fifteen years ago, her father caused the deaths of Alexander Blackwood's parents, and now the bill has come due. The terms are simple and non-negotiable: Isabella will marry Alexander, or her family loses everything,including her mother's critical medical care. Alexander Blackwood has spent six years meticulously planning his revenge. Cold, calculated, and utterly ruthless, he's built an empire from the ashes of his family's destruction. Taking Winston Caldwell's daughter as his wife is the perfect punishment for the man who orphaned him at sixteen. What he doesn't expect is Isabella herself, fierce, talented, and unflinching even as her world collapses around her. She agrees to the marriage but makes one thing clear: he may own her name, but he'll never possess her spirit. As these two damaged souls begin their paper marriage, unexpected sparks ignite between them. But can passion overcome the weight of the past? Or will Alexander's need for vengeance consume them both? BLOOD CONTRACT is a dark, emotional romance featuring a brooding anti-hero, a resilient artist determined to survive, and a marriage arrangement that's binding in more ways than one.

I had been married to Lucius Martin for three years, and in all that time, there was never a shortage of women around him. Each time he brought another woman home, he would give me a necklace worth a fortune. In just three short years, I had accumulated ninety-nine necklaces. When Lucius fastened the hundredth necklace around my neck, I no longer cried or made a scene. Because this time, the woman he cheated with was my own older sister, the one who had beaten and scolded me since we were children. The man I loved most joined hands with the person I hated most to torment me together. At that moment, my heart finally died. This time, I took the initiative and walked up to Lucius, placing a house purchase contract into his hands. "As long as you sign this," I said, "you can do whatever you want with her." A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but in the end, he signed without hesitation. For the first time ever, he even leaned down and gently kissed my cheek. "Good girl," he murmured. "You've finally learned to behave." I personally opened the car door for him and watched as he hurried off toward my sister. When the car disappeared completely from sight, I let out a long breath. Then I reached beneath the documents and pulled out the paper hidden there—a divorce agreement.