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He was supposed to be a stranger. He became her salvation. Ava Hart had it all—until she didn’t. On the day she was supposed to swear her life to Blake Turner, she walked into the bridal suite and found her fiancé and her best friend rewriting her future without her. They wanted her lineage, her status, and her silence. They never expected Ava to fight back. Instead of a scene, she chose a scandal. She walked straight into the Downtown Civic Registry and bound herself to the first man she saw. Connor Vale. Ava thought she’d hired a rogue enforcer to play her husband for a season. She didn’t know she’d just climbed into the den of the most dangerous Alpha in the Blackwood territory. Connor is a man of shadow and steel. To the world, he is the ruthless Obsidian King of the Vale Media Group—a predator who takes what he wants and discards the rest. But to Ava, he is something else entirely. Behind the cold, unyielding gaze and the scent of rain and dark cedar, Connor hides an ancient, aching obsession. He has been watching her from the sidelines for years, waiting for the moon to push her into his arms. Now, Ava is playing a deadly game of revenge. Every time Blake tries to ruin her, he finds himself crushed under the weight of an unseen force—Connor’s force.

This story contains mature themes, explicit romantic content, power imbalance, and emotionally intense situations. It is intended for readers 18+ ⚠️ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "What do you do when the man who ruined your life becomes the only thing you can't stop thinking about?" It started with a slap and ended with my life in shambles. The media painted me as the villain. My scholarship? Gone. My future? Shattered. Now Thomas Knights—billionaire, music god—is a walking red flag, and the reason my life fell apart. But his father? He is more brutal and has me backed into a corner. He offered me a deal: become Thomas's personal assistant, and all my problems would disappear. But there's a catch; I need to spy on his son and report back to him. Yet, their world is ruthless, glamorous, and full of secrets. And Thomas is a destructive taboo, a controlling menace, and completely untouchable. Worse, he sees straight through me. And every day I'm with him, the line between duty and desire blurs. Every secret I learn pulls me deeper into his orbit. The real question isn't whether I'll take the deal. It's whether I'll survive what it demands of me. This isn't a love story. It's a game of survival, obsession, and ruin. And I don't know who will go down first—him or me?

Aria Monroe’s world falls apart when she discovers her boyfriend, Ethan in bed with her best friend, Harper. Shattered and humiliated, Aria vows to rebuild her life from the ashes of betrayal. But fate has other plans when she crosses paths with Alexander Hayes, a powerful, enigmatic and older billionaire who awakens something deep within her. What begins as an unexpected spark soon ignites into an irresistible connection, one that neither of them can ignore. Yet, Aria’s fragile peace is destroyed again when she learns the devastating truth: Alexander Hayes is Ethan’s father. Torn between desire and morality, Aria struggles to navigate the emotions that follows. Alexander, a man used to control and dominance, finds himself powerless before her innocence and strength. Bound by passion but threatened by circumstance, the two must decide if love is worth the chaos it will unleash. As Aria becomes entangled in Alexander’s opulent yet ruthless world, she faces more than just scandals. Harper and Ethan, driven by jealousy and revenge, conspire to ruin her, determined to destroy the love she has found. With the media circling like vultures and society’s judgment due to their age gap closing in, Aria and Alexander’s forbidden relationship becomes a test of loyalty, power, and heart. Can love survive when it defies all rules, when the man she shouldn’t desire becomes the one she can’t live without? Claimed By My Ex’s Billionaire Father is a gripping, emotional, and seductive tale of betrayal, passion, and redemption where love is both the ultimate sin and the only salvation.

With only an hour left until the concert began, every trending topic across the internet was dominated by a single headline. [Breaking: Rising Star Tiffany Burgess to Propose to Her Manager After Ten Years of Romance, Leaving Fans in Awe.] This proposal was not just a personal milestone; it was the centerpiece of our company's most ambitious PR campaign of the year and the culmination of a love story between Tiffany and me. Then, in the fire escape, I bumped into Tiffany, dressed in her wedding gown, locked in a passionate kiss with a young man. "Wayne, let me explain," she pleaded. "Explain what?" I snorted. "That just before our proposal, you're sneaking around with another man? The proposal is live-streamed to millions, with thousands of media outlets eagerly awaiting the announcement." I slammed the engagement ring down onto the table in front of her. "After the encore tonight, you'll either propose to me on that stage, or you'll be ruined, both in reputation and career!" Her fists clenched, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and grabbed the box. "Fine." Under the spotlight, she stood before me in her wedding dress, pulling out the ring. But instead of turning to me, she held the ring up toward the guest seating area, where her true love sat. "Wayne, thank you for helping me reach the stars," she declared. "But tonight, I'm going to chase my moon." The crowd erupted in shock and confusion. In a single instant, I became the laughingstock—the unwitting prop in her grand romantic gesture. My heart shattered the moment she reached him.

It was our wedding anniversary when my husband's high school sweetheart posted a sonogram picture on her social media, with her captioning a public thank-you to my husband: [Thank you to the man who's been there for me for ten years, and for giving me a son.] The room spun, and anger surged through me as I quickly commented: [So, you're proud of being a homewrecker?] Almost immediately, my husband called, his voice full of rage. "How can you think such disgusting things? All I did was help her with IVF, fulfilling her dream of becoming a single mom. "And by the way, Ruby only needed one try to get pregnant, while you’ve been through three rounds with nothing. Your body is useless!" Just three days ago, he told me he was going abroad for business—ignoring my calls and messages the entire time. I thought he was just busy. However, it turned out he was with her, attending her prenatal checkup. Half an hour later, Ruby posted again, showing off a table full of delicious food. [I got tired of French food, so Ash made me all my favorite dishes. He’s the best!] I stared at the pregnancy test in my hand, the joy I had felt earlier now completely gone. After eight years of love and six years of swallowing my pride just to keep the marriage alive, I’m finally ready to let go.

During the holiday break, my wife, Jayda Glover—the hospital's star surgeon and Chief of Cardiac Surgery—suddenly "had to work overtime." Our third-anniversary hot springs trip? Canceled. That night, I was scrolling social media when a post from her intern, Dillon Tripp, popped up. My ice-queen wife always said her "golden hands" were only for patients. Apparently, they cook now too. She was in a cartoon apron, calmly chopping vegetables. The caption read: [Thank you, Dr. Glover, for personally cooking to comfort me after I was bullied by a patient's family!] I tapped like and left a comment. [White coat to apron. Very domestic.] Ten minutes later, the whole hospital knew Cardiac Surgery's untouchable beauty had broken her rule—just to cook for a younger guy. Jayda called. Dishes clattered in the background. "You really had to embarrass me in public? He got hot water thrown on him by a patient's family today. I was just doing my duty as his mentor! "A pampered professor's kid like you wouldn't know the first thing about how hard broke med students have it. "Apologize to Dillon right now. Otherwise, no matter how much you beg later, I'm not going on that trip with you!" Beg her? I looked at the divorce papers that had just arrived on the coffee table and let out a quiet laugh. I wasn't begging anymore. From this moment on, we were strangers.

For the sake of her marriage, Eva sacrificed everything, her love, her loyalty, her time, and her future. She put her dreams on hold so that she could help her husband achieve his. But in return, Daniel shatters her heart in the cruellest way possible. At his grand promotion party, Eva expected gratitude, but instead, she gets humiliation. Mocked by an entire congregation and ridiculed by media aides as her husband asks her for a divorce in front of everyone she knows. That night, drowning in heartbreak, Eva runs into the arms of a stranger, not caring about the next day and what consequences her actions might have. She wakes up and leaves the world she knows, but not forever. Four years later, Eva is back. No longer the scorned, helpless woman Daniel cast aside. Today, she is Eva Sinclair, a billionaire, a power to be reckoned with. The woman who could destroy you with a single whisper, and she was ready to burn down everything Daniel had ever valued. But fate steps in, and the man Eva thought she'd never see again now stands between her and her plans for revenge. Dorian Rhodes has been searching for the woman he had that passionate night with. The woman who saved his life, then rocked his world only to leave him cold and lonely the morning after. *** "You threw her away like she was nothing, Daniel." Dorian tilted his head, gaze locking onto Eva's. "Your mistake, my gain. Because your wife is mine now. So, you can't have her back."

When Eloise Garpin, my daughter, comes back from kindergarten, she tells me that her teacher, Karen Linsell, has given her class a weird assignment. Apparently, everyone is to record their mothers' menstrual week. But what makes things weirder is that whenever I'm on my period, John Garpin, my husband who's often busy with work, keeps offering to pick Eloise up from kindergarten. One day, I come across a post on a social media app. "What should I do? I've fallen in love with my student's rich father! Oh dear, I really like him so much! You have no idea that his taut and slim waist looks so seductive! Every time I see him, I can't help but moan!" Someone begins admonishing her out of fury the moment they see the post. "What the hell? Are you itching to become a mistress? You really are shameless! Goodness, you're so disgusting! I can't believe you call yourself a teacher!" Unexpectedly, the original poster doesn't care about the comment at all. She even posts a photo featuring the aftermath of her carnal fun with the man. "So what if I am? Anyway, we regularly sleep together every month whenever he picks his daughter up during his wife's period. This is so thrilling!" I'm stunned when I see the million-dollar custom watch strapped to the man's wrist in the photo. And today… happens to be the first day of my period.

"Are you really willing to pay someone $100,000 to act as your wife?" Selena asked, a hint of skepticism in her voice. "Yes, I'm considering tripling the offer," I said, my voice betraying a hint of pride. She looked at me with surprise, and I couldn't help but feel insulted by her reaction. It was clear that her experience with poverty had made her skeptical of anyone with wealth. Selena Gardner had no choice but to accept Fred Leonard's offer to be his contracted wife. Although she was a staunch feminist who believed in female empowerment and a fairy tale kind of love,she had no other option. Her sister's life was at stake, and she needed money for her medical treatment. But little did she know that her social media love interest, George, was actually Fred's cousin and rival for the CEO position. This contract marriage and love triangle story will have you on the edge of your seat as you follow Selena's journey as she navigates her chaotic love life while living under the same roof as Fred and George. As the days went by, Selena found herself being drawn deeper and deeper into the Leonard family drama. The more time she spent with them, the more she found herself questioning her own beliefs and values. Would she be able to hold on to who she was, or would she be changed forever by this experience? Will she choose one of them after all the charade was over or will she manage to stay true to herself?

For ten years, my professor husband, Daniel Whitmore, and I loved each other deeply, treating each other with respect and care. Our only regret was that he had azoospermia, so we were never able to have a child. Then, on our tenth wedding anniversary, the housekeeper, Megan Wright, suddenly claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child. I thought she was joking. Two days later, she threw a paternity test result in my face. The test proved that the child she was carrying was Daniel's. Megan sued us. On the day of the hearing, she cried in front of the courthouse, telling the media how Daniel had molested her. She said we were a pair of perverts who treated her like a breeding machine and kept her confined in our home. Daniel and I couldn't defend ourselves at all. The netizens labeled us demon employers and nailed us to a pillar of shame. Daniel lost his job at the university, and his students were ashamed of him. I was fired from my company that same day. In the end, Daniel couldn't withstand the pressure of public opinion and committed suicide in prison. I became a rat on the streets, hunted down and beaten by netizens. Driven insane, I wandered into traffic and died miserably in the middle of the road. Even at death, I couldn't understand how Megan had become pregnant with the child of my husband, who had azoospermia. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the day before Megan claimed she was pregnant with Daniel's child.