Sadie Henderson

“If you think I would not touch you, think again.” His breath fanned her face as he backed her into a corner. What made her think he would restrain himself? “Just because you’re William’s daughter, that means nothing to me. You could warm my bed just fine if you’re going to seduce me with your body like this. Tell me, what would you ask in return?” He bit her earlobe and she whimpered. Melissa Franklin’s dad named his best friend in his will, rather than his only daughter. She can’t have access to her inheritance until she turns 30, which is seven years away. Klyde Henderson, a man twice her age, became her legal guardian. But the man’s respect for her father does not extend to her. In his eyes, she’s a useless brat. Melissa needed to find a way to get her hands on her inheritance. That’s when the seduction games began.

A Deal made in Business. A Marriage destroyed by Betrayal. A woman reborn for Revenge. Olivia Monroe Castillo married billionaire Ethan Henderson for one reason: a business deal that would benefit them both. No love. No promises. Just power. But while Ethan climbed the corporate ladder and smiled for the cameras, Olivia was forgotten ignored, unloved, and quietly suffering behind closed doors. When she finally walked away, no one noticed. Not even him. Six years later, she’s back. Only now, she’s not the naive woman he once overlooked. She’s rich, powerful, and dangerous in heels. And she wants what’s hers. The world believes Ethan is married to someone else Jessica, the woman who stole Olivia’s name, image, and title. But the law still knows the truth: Olivia is the real wife. She doesn’t want love. She wants justice. And she’s about to use the very contract Ethan once used to control her to ruin him. But what Ethan doesn’t know? She left with a broken heart and a deeper secret he was too blind to see. Now, she’s not just taking her place back. She’s taking everything and Olivia is about to show them all you never betray the first wife.

Charlotte had done everything in her power to make Milton love her. For three years, she had showered him with love and was the perfect housewife, even giving up her identity as the lost daughter of the Buchanan family. However, on their third anniversary and her birthday, he slammed a divorce paper on her face. “Your sister has woken up from her coma. You were nothing but a replacement for her. Don’t think that I don’t know of your plans of hurting her three years ago and taking her fiance from her? Hurry and sign the divorce papers before she gets discharged.” Milton said, coldly. Charlotte, shocked and hurt by Milton's accusations, tried to explain herself, but he was not willing to listen. At that moment, she realized that all her efforts had been for nothing. She had been nothing but a murderer and a replacement in Milton's eyes. In a bold decision, She embraced her identity as the only daughter of the Buchanan family. Her days of being a submissive housewife were over. As the truth about her past and the events that led to her foster sister's coma began to unravel, Milton Henderson found himself captivated by this new Charlotte—the one who stood before him with her head held high, declaring, You Shouldn't Have Doubted Me, Mr. Henderson. Hurry up and leave before my brothers return.”

Five years into their marriage, Sierra Bell never imagined her own husband would ask her to share him with another woman. "She's important to me. I want you to accept her," were his words. He even made a promise to her. "As long as you agree to this, you'll always be my wife. No one can take your place." She had met him at her lowest point. He married her, cherished her, and indulged her in every way. She always thought that no one could ever love her more than him. But now, she realized that everything was just a colossal joke. - John Henderson never expected the delicate canary he had raised to ask him for a divorce. He didn't stop her. He let her go, sure that she would eventually fail on her own and come back begging. But Sierra, soft in name and stubborn in nature, would never look back no matter how hard or painful the journey. He couldn't help but ask, "Can't you just give in for once?" Later, Sierra finally gave in. Right after that, she vanished from his world completely. John, who had never known fear, suddenly found himself terrified. Much later, she reappeared, arm in arm with another man. John, eyes red, cornered her behind a door, half-crazed. "Sierra, you really are heartless!"

"Fall in love with me, and you lose ten million." That's not a threat. That's the deal. Cassian Wolfe doesn't make offers. He delivers ultimatums. Billionaire. Sports mogul. Champion horse racer. He built an empire on broken rules and even more broken people. He doesn't negotiate. He dominates. He doesn't forget. He collects. And Sadie Sinclair? She was always his favorite thing to break. He tortured her through high school. Mocked her through college. Humiliated her in ways that still burn under her skin. He slammed her confidence into the dirt and then stepped over her like she was nothing. And now he's back, richer and colder than ever, with the same sharp jaw, the same cruel smirk, and a proposition that makes her skin crawl. Her father's legacy is dying. Silvermane Stables is seconds from being swallowed by debt. And Cassian is the only one holding a check big enough to keep it alive. But his terms? Brutal. She has to work under him. Live with him. Stand by while he takes over everything she ever loved. And help him launch one final race under her father's name. Thirty days. One contract. One rule. If she falls in love with him, even for a second, the ten million bonus disappears. She wants to hate him. Should hate him. But Cassian doesn't just get under her skin. He rips it open and dares her to bleed. He taunts. He smirks. He walks in like he owns the world and smells the second her knees go weak. He's poison. Pain. Power in a suit. And thirty days might not be enough to stop her from crawling into his bed and begging him to destroy her all over again.

When Brandon Henderson, the CEO of Zenith Incorporated, discovers that he has fallen deeply in love with Emma, his best friend's teenage daughter, he distances himself from her and forbids her from coming near his estate. In an attempt to further scare Emma away, Brandon marries her sworn enemy. However, Emma manipulates her way into Brandon's estate and uncovers a plot by Brandon's wife to harm him on their wedding night. Emma manages to foil this plan, but in the process, she ends up having a passionate night with Brandon, who was drunk. Little did Emma know that seeing Brandon's nakedness would be the start of her nightmares. Unfortunately, Emma is imprisoned and tortured by Brandon's enemies. The day she would be killed and Brandon framed for her murder, Brandon discovers that the girl he slept with on his wedding night was none other than Emma, his best friend's teenage daughter – someone he had vowed never to touch. Would Brandon push Emma away or continue to secretly live with her? And how would he confess to his best friend, the person who saved his life, that he slept with his daughter and that she already has a child with him? In the midst of this conflict, Emma loses her memory and her family quickly arranges a marriage between her and Kaiden – a man she hates so much. It then becomes Brandon's turn to save her. But how will Brandon jog Emma's memory, stop the wedding, and bring her back into his arms?

" This is merely transactional," I said, his hand snaked around my neck, stealing my breath. He pulled me close. So close that I couldn’t see anything but him. His scent flooded my lungs leaving me breathless and for some reason, I liked it. " There's nothing transactional about the things I want to do to you, Srce moje," He said, his cold fingers brushed against my clit. **** Genevieve Henderson, CEO of H.Tech, loses everything in a single night—her company, her marriage, and the family she thought she could trust. Betrayed by her husband and cast aside by those who once called her their own, she is left with nothing but heartbreak and fury. Broken and desperate, Genevieve stumbles into the street—and straight into the path of her greatest enemy. Kade Petrović. Her business rival. A ruthless billionaire. The last man she should ever depend on. After saving her life, Kade makes her an offer she can’t afford to refuse: a one-year marriage in exchange for revenge. He will help her reclaim everything stolen from her—power, wealth, dignity—but the price is high. Trusting him means stepping into a world ruled by lies, contracts, and dangerous desires. She never planned to trust her rival. She never planned to fall for her husband. But in a marriage built on vengeance and secrets, love may be the most dangerous weapon of all. Will their alliance bring justice—or destroy them both?

Meu nome era Isabella Wright. No meu quinto ano de casamento com o Don de uma poderosa família da máfia, eu descobri que o amuleto que ele havia me dado era responsável por me causar dores de cabeça sempre que eu o usava. Eu descobri um pequeno sachê no interior do amuleto e decidi levá-lo ao Hospital Cursley. Após examiná-lo, o médico disse que nele havia um veneno de ação lenta, que além de causar mal ao corpo da vítima, a longo prazo causava infertilidade. Eu comecei a chorar e exclamei: — Isso não é possível! Foi Vincenzo Cursley quem me deu isso! Ele era meu marido e dono desse hospital! Com uma expressão confusa, o médico me olhou e disse: — Minha senhora, talvez você devesse dar uma passada na psiquiatria. Eu conhecia muito bem o Sr. Cursley e sua esposa, eles eram um casal muito próximo e nesse momento estavam na ala VIP, tomando conta do bebê que ela acabara de ter. Então, o doutor me mostrou uma foto em seu telefone. Vincenzo estava com seu terno preto habitual, aquele com o emblema da família Cursley bordado. Ele segurava um bebê nos braços e ao lado dele havia uma mulher... Uma mulher que eu conhecia muito bem: Claudia Henderson, aquela que Vincenzo dizia ser sua irmã adotiva.

“Ma’am, there’s no marriage record between you and Mr. Mark Henderson in the system.” My fingers tightened around the pregnancy report as my legs nearly gave out beneath me. Five years ago, Mark was recruited by a top law firm abroad with a high-paying offer. Without hesitation, I followed him across the ocean. He had told me, “Once I’m settled, I’ll take care of your status.” However, five years had passed, and my lawful permanent residence was still “in process.” Meanwhile, his assistant, Tonya Irving, who followed him abroad, had secured hers under his sponsorship. Back then, I made a scene, insisting on a divorce so I could return home. For the first time, the ever-composed Mark, an attorney, lost his calm. He grabbed my hand and said, “Tonya’s all alone out here, and it hasn’t been easy for her. Helping her is just the right thing to do. You’re my wife. Your status is only a matter of time. My work is sensitive right now, and I need to avoid any complications. You understand, don’t you?” But I had understood him for five whole years. My phone suddenly rang. Mark’s voice came through, light with laughter. “Tonya’s permanent residence was approved today. We’re celebrating tonight. I need you to get home early and cook up a feast.” I stared at the marriage license in my hand—now nothing more than a worthless piece of paper. A cold chill spread down my spine. As it turned out, I was never his legal wife. I had no legal status and no protection, much less rights secured for the child I was carrying. After hanging up, I scheduled an abortion and booked the earliest flight home. This time, I wouldn’t look back.