Strangers Artinya

Blaire hesitated, unaware of how much to reveal. " For spending time with me that night." Damien's expression shifted. " Are you a sex worker? I mean we only met that night, had sex while drunk and you seem okay with it. Are you here for the money? Well I should have thought about that too. I mean you know I'm Damien Smith." " No, How can you be so mean?" she said, disgusted by his attitude . " I didn't even know who you were until that morning." He nodded, his gaze rather cold. " But you took the money I dropped on the cupboard. For a moment I thought what I felt was real." "Look, whatever we had that night wasn't real, and you forced me into having an affair with you," he said, his voice cold and detached. The story is billionaire romance that revolves around two complex characters from very different worlds. Damien Smith, heir to a vast family fortune, is burdened by expectations and an emotionally unstable relationship with his fiancée, Gina. And Blaire,working a low-paying job at a coffee shop, is used to her difficult life enduring mistreatment and haunted by a troubled childhood. Their lives intertwine unexpectedly as they have a conversation and find solace and understanding in each other, despite the fact they were strangers to each other. They got drunk and ended up in each other's arms. He tries to deny the feelings he has for Blaire, as he ensures himself, she was only a desperate chick, who hovers around men for money. He meets her again at the bar, but this time around he was cold. The once lively emotions Blaire felt turned to agony, as Damien made it clear, it was only a one night stand.

Louis Trevor, a shy and fragile college student, never imagined his life would change the day he was saved from bullies by Andrea Ryder—an underground fighter who kept her distance from emotional entanglements. But Louis, persistent and unexpectedly alluring, managed to slip under her skin. What began as a simple act of repayment spiraled into a night of steamy passion—yet it wouldn't end there. Could his piercing green eyes be enough to make her stay, when their worlds were so vastly different? From strangers to bedmates, Andrea made it clear she didn’t want a relationship. Her life was too dark, too focused on vengeance to make room for love. She had lost both of her parents, and she believed her uncle had a hand in it. Revenge was the only thing that kept her going—until she met Louis. Someone she wanted to live for. Someone she could die for. He shivered as her fingers toyed with the buttons on his shirt. "You’re pretty nasty for someone so fragile," she whispered. His eyes never left her face. His breath quickened. His cheeks flushed. "Kiss me, Louis," she said, leaning closer. "Huh..." he breathed, instinctively leaning in. "Kiss me, Louis." A shudder tore through him as he pressed his lips to hers. But all that glitters isn’t gold. Her first betrayal will come from the one she’s come to love most. Will Andrea be able to forgive him when she discovers that the eyes she fell for belong to the same bloodline as the man responsible for her parents’ deaths? And will Louis be able to melt her icy heart… twice? Join Louis and Andrea on a thrilling, emotional rollercoaster of passion, pain, and redemption.

When Yelton Group tanked, their CEO and his wife showed up at our door, begging for a marriage alliance. My dad, thinking I was still head-over-heels for Rosie after ten freaking years, threw a million into their sinking ship and signed me up to marry Rosie. Wedding night? She blindfolded me and kept whispering how bad she wanted it. A month later, I tested positive for an STD. Then I caught her bragging to her friends. "Quinn got wrecked by, like, a dozen girls," she laughed. "Wanna guess who gave him the infection?" Her friends were cracking up. "I scouted all the grossest red-light spots," one said. "Each one's got a different flavor." "Just wait," another giggled. "When the symptoms hit hard, we'll know who wins." Rosie added, "Prize money's ready. Soon as we figure it out, she gets paid." That's when it hit me. It wasn't Rosie in bed that night—it was a lineup of strangers she set up. I lost it. Went straight to her, demanded answers. She didn't even flinch. "Mad? Please. If you hadn't dangled that million to force me into this marriage—or scared Caleb off—do you think I'd waste my time on you? "Once Caleb forgives me, you're done." I asked for a divorce. She locked me in the basement. "Chill," she said. "We're still placing bets on who gave you the STD." Six months later, I died down there. Just rotted away. Then I woke up—right back on the day her parents came begging for that deal. Only this time, on the wedding day? She was the one crying.

"Help me tighten this?" Her voice trembles as she turns her bare back to the doorway. Calloused fingers brush her spine – but it’s not her stepmother. It’s Asher Voss, SU’s star quarterback and her new stepbrother, smirking in the mirror， "Next time you mistake me for Mom..." His breath scorches her ear. "...I’ll leave a real mark." To survive the sweltering New York summer before college, Wendy Wu makes a deal with Asher: Act like strangers once school starts. He’ll remain the untouchable quarterback; she’ll be just another exchange student. No eye contact. No acknowledgement. Ever. But when her father’s long hauls and her stepmother’s busy schedule force Asher into babysitting duty, the lines blur: In the kitchen, he catches her weeping over a shelter documentary and lifts her against his sweat-drenched chest. Garage doors rattle open – his grip tightens: "Hold on. Unless you want them to see you like this." At a party, her friend spots a cherry hair tie on his wrist before he drags her into a dark hallway: "You didn’t want to see me?" His whiskey-laced kiss brands her lips. "Yet your eyes undressed me all night." In a restaurant, a rival girl glares through the window. He traps Wendy’s thigh under the table， "Call me ‘brother’ and I’ll save you."  Their secret collapses. Wendy ends it, and he freezes her out in public， "Do I know you?" Until a rain-lashed night when Ahser, drenched and desperate, pins her to the wall， "Don’t tell me you do not regret the breakup" His teeth find her collarbone. "I have to admit it-- I miss you." Can a love forged in stolen touches survive the spotlight? Or will their step-sibling bond shatter them both?

Sage Casey Ember-Brooks, who goes by Casey, is a fast-food worker and aspiring fantasy novelist whose ordinary life crumbles when mysterious strangers ask cryptic questions about her dragon series. Her recurring dreams of golden coins suddenly make terrifying sense when Marcus Chen—a businessman with eyes that flash gold—reveals that dragons are real, living hidden among humans for centuries. Casey's unnaturally accurate fantasy writing stems from awakening genetic memories. She's a rare "Convergence" bloodline capable of harmonising opposing elemental forces. The revelation comes at a critical time: a new cryptocurrency called DragonCoin, featuring symbols identical to her dreams, creates magical interference that weakens concealment spells protecting dragon society. At the Crossroads shopping complex where she works, disruptions cause dragons to flicker between human and true forms in full view of witnesses. Caught between Marcus (a traditionalist who wants to hide her with the Dragon Council) and the enigmatic Xaihuang (who advocates ending the masquerade entirely), Casey discovers an underground chamber housing ancient dragon artifacts. When she touches a magical coin, visions reveal three futures: chaotic revelation leading to war, continued concealment resulting in magical extinction, or a mysterious third path of integration. Casey realises DragonCoin wasn't created to expose dragons, but by another awakening hybrid like herself—someone in Seattle whose unconscious dragon heritage channels ancient power through modern technology. As magical concealment fails worldwide and dragons begin manifesting publicly, Casey must race across the country to find this unknown programmer before the interference between magic and technology tears reality apart. The story explores themes of identity, integration versus assimilation, and the collision between ancient power and digital-age innovation. With her awakening abilities growing stronger and the masquerade crumbling around her, Casey faces a choice that will determine her fate and the future relationship between the hidden magical world and human civilisation.

The night my father collapsed, I learned some men negotiate with money… but Noah Thorne negotiates with lives. I never planned to marry a billionaire CEO, especially not the man my father owed $50,000 to. But when the hospital demanded an $80,000 deposit before surgery, life made the choice for me. While my mother sobbed in a cold hallway, Noah’s bodyguard arrived with an offer, an arranged marriage, a contract marriage that would clear the debt and cover every medical bill. When I confronted Noah, he presented the terms without cruelty: one year, no intimacy, public appearances only, and freedom after. He believed he was offering mercy but I felt like beautifully packaged captivity. Desperation crushed pride, and I signed. Our “marriage” was a seven-minute formality, no vows, no meaning. Moving into his penthouse was like stepping into a museum built to contain silence. Publicly, we were the perfect romance. Privately, we were strangers navigating a fragile arrangement thick with unspoken tension. Complications followed us: Noah’s elegant, smug ex who treated me like a placeholder, and my own ex-boyfriend, whose sudden reappearance triggered jealousy in Noah he couldn’t hide. Arguments, silences, and late-night moments softened something between us. Slowly, painfully, the man behind the empire emerged, the lonely boy shaped by loss, abandonment, and guarded walls. We began to care. We tried to deny it. Feelings weren’t in the contract but feelings don’t read contracts. Near the end of the year, Noah pulled away. I thought he wanted freedom. He signed the release papers with steady hands and a breaking heart. I was almost gone when he whispered the truth: “Please don’t go.” We tore up the contract. A year later, we married again, this time for love, not survival. This time, I chose him