Penny Dreadfuls

After the death of her father, Cordelia Redford was sold by her stepmother to a wealthy billionaire from New York, Tristan Lysander Devraux. Cordelia was drugged and thrown into Tristan's bed. Just as that cruel night passed, the naive Cordelia hoped for her stepmother's mercy. However, Cordelia was instead thrown out without a penny to her name. To survive, Cordelia was forced to accept an offer as a servant in the Devraux mansion-and when Cordelia met Tristan, the man who destroyed her life, Cordelia felt she had entered the lion's den!

Ashley's life takes an unexpected turn when Mr. Grayson offers her an extraordinary deal that seems too good to be true and potentially dangerous. "Marry one of my triplets?" Ashley gasped, her hands trembling. "But I have nothing to offer them, not even a penny to my name." Despite how dangerous this offer seemed, she's left with no option: either choose to marry a triplet she has never met or return to her life of suffering after just being thrown out by her landlord. Will she take this potentially deadliest decision to change her life, or continue wandering, desperately seeking other options to save her miserable existence?

WARNING: RATED 18+| NO RAPE!!! Excerpt; "Was I a good girl?" she hiccupped, her bare skin flushed and glowed as she rolled across the sheets like she owned the bed—and him. Six weeks without his touch had scraped her raw. She was slowly losing touch of her sanity. "You did good, Penguin," Alanis said, his voice low and rough as he reached for his tie. And just like that, the spell cracked. He was leaving...again. It wasn't fair, she had to remain in the shadows, while her perfect half-sister was rubbing his chest in public. Poppy slammed the door shut, while she arranged her robe, her eyes wet and wild. "Can you… stay… just one more night?" He hesitated. And she saw it, the guilt and pull. "You know how this—" Something made him stop mid-sentence. His gaze dropped. One sharp breath, and he was staring at her peaked nipple like it was a commandment. "Please?" she breathed, arching toward him. With a low growl, he tossed her back on the bed because he had been starved, and he was ready to devour his Penguin. ... Poppy never had a chance to be the golden girl. Not with a cruel stepmother, and a father who forgot she even existed. Penelope was given everything that belonged to Poppy. Now Penny's prize? A diamond ring—a wedding to Alanis Caelum, Velmora's most powerful billionaire. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly magnetic. To everyone but Poppy. Because before he became Penny’s perfect fiancé, he belonged to Poppy—in the dark, in secret, in sin. He knows her body like a weapon. He calls her Penguin with a growl that makes her knees buckle. And when he’s inside her, he forgets who he's supposed to love. She had him wrapped so tight, he forgot the world.

Liana Hart gave everything to her marriage—her youth, her heart, and ultimately, her child. But when she went into labor, her husband Damien Cross walked out, choosing his career over their growing family. Alone and rejected, Liana rebuilt her life brick by brick, raising her daughter, Emma, without a penny of support or a whisper of regret. Four years later, Damien returns with a glamorous fiancée and an eye on the daughter he left behind. Desperate and cornered, Liana accepts an offer from Ethan Wolfe, Damien’s enigmatic billionaire boss: a marriage of convenience in exchange for protection, power—and the resources to fight for her daughter. But Ethan has his own secrets. He’s been watching Liana for years. And when Damien begins a legal war for custody, the lines between arrangement and obsession blur. As Ethan and Liana pretend to be husband and wife, desire erupts, loyalty is tested, and buried truths surface. What Damien didn’t know is that he was never the one meant to have Liana’s heart—or her child.

In Dean Murray's eyes, Rachel Gray was a ruthless gold digger who would go to any lengths for money, even setting traps and faking a pregnancy to force a marriage. Therefore, Dean had never treated her well after they got married. Rachel endured this for a long time but finally decided to file for divorce on their third anniversary. "How much more do you want?" Dean said with a dark expression. "I don't have time to play these childish games with you." "Not a penny," Rachel replied calmly. She thought they would never intersect again, but not long after the divorce, Dean appeared before her once more. "If you regret it, I might consider giving you another chance." Rachel responded, "Thank you, but I'm good."

A gaming-obsessed recluse, mooching off his parents and on the verge of getting kicked out of the house? No, this was the night a stock market prodigy was born! A single phone call from his guild master changed everything. "Don't you dare quit the game! Starting tomorrow, you're working at my firm. You'll be on salary, free to slack off, and it won't interfere with your gaming time!" What the—?! His guild leader was actually a financial titan? The elite investors at the private equity firm scoffed. "A clueless rookie who doesn't even know how to read a candlestick chart? Let's see how long it takes for him to quit in disgrace!" But then— "A worthless penny stock? Watch me go all in." What followed was ten straight days of a parabolic rally. The entire trading floor was left in stunned silence. "Holy—?! This guy's a newbie? He's a freaking market whisperer!" From scorn and contempt to groveling at his feet, the elites clung to his leg as if it were their lifeline. From 'Dieselgate' to exploding smartphones, every corporate scandal became his personal feast to harvest the world's wealth. And when Wall Street bared its fangs, plotting to crush domestic companies, he raised the banner and rallied the nation's capital to his cause! Channeling his most familiar in-game strategy, he issued the command, "Bros, on me—let's go raid Wall Street's home server!" That day, Wall Street lost its mind. The global markets screamed in turmoil, and the chairman of the NASDAQ was begging for a truce by morning. Facing the press, Elon Shaw only shrugged. "Market whisperer? Hardly. I just opened 999 loot boxes and maxed out my luck stat, that's all..."

Aku didiagnosis menderita lupus eritematosus sistemik stadium berat dan akan meninggal tiga hari lagi. Setelah 188 kali telepon permintaan tolongku ditolak suamiku, aku membawa hasil pemeriksaan dan melangkah masuk ke kantor pelayanan perawatan akhir hayat. “Halo, tolong bantu jadwalkan proses kremasiku dan ajukan juga bantuan subsidi dari pemerintah.” Sepuluh menit kemudian, mereka datang. Belum sempat aku bicara, suamiku yang seorang pengacara langsung menamparku tanpa ekspresi. “Demi merebut perhatian dari Penny, kamu pura-pura sakit parah?” Kakakku yang seorang dokter merebut hasil pemeriksaanku, lalu membuka dan menatapku, sambil mencibir, “Lupus? Kalau mau pura-pura sakit, setidaknya yang masuk akal. Penyakit seperti ini hanya diderita satu dari sejuta orang.” Aku menahan rasa sakit di tubuhku, lalu kembali ke meja petugas dan menyerahkan formulir, serta hasil medis lagi. Melihat ruam berbentuk kupu-kupu di pergelangan tanganku, petugas itu tampak iba. “Aku sudah nggak punya keluarga lagi.” “Aku ingin mendaftar layanan kremasi tiga hari lagi, lokasinya bebas. Aku hanya berharap kematianku nggak menjadi beban bagi siapapun.”