True Believer Sparks

I was the real heiress in a case of a mistaken identity. Three months after my return, the imposter heiress disappeared.   My brother, Caleb Carter, accused me of jealousy, believing I had driven the fake heiress away. The disappointed look on my parents’ faces revealed their true thoughts.   I was confined in the basement, subjected to daily torture.   Even after my death, my family donated my brain to a research institution.   Later, I watched from heaven as my family broke down upon watching my memories.

I was never supposed to end up here. One moment I was a college student with a normal life. The next, I was standing in a courtroom while a stranger decided my fate with a voice too calm for what he was doing to me. They called it justice. I call it a lie. Now I’m trapped on an island prison surrounded by endless ocean, where no one speaks my language and every mistake costs more than I can afford. In here, survival isn’t about strength. It’s about control. About knowing when to stay silent, when to be seen, and when to let them believe they own you. I learned fast. I learned how to read men who think I’m powerless. I learned how to turn attention into protection. I learned how to trade pieces of myself just to make it through another day. But nothing prepared me for him. The Keeper of the Tower. He watches everything. He knows more than he should. And when his eyes find me, it feels like being chosen and hunted at the same time. He says he wants me. Not as a prisoner. Not as a servant. Something worse. Something I might not survive. I have a plan to escape this place. I’ve mapped every guard, every weakness, every second between freedom and drowning. I just didn’t plan for him. And I definitely didn’t plan for the way my body betrays me when he’s close. If I stay, I lose myself. If I run, I lose the only man who’s ever looked at me like I’m more than something to break. Either way… I don’t leave this island unchanged.

He calls me perfect. His sweet girl. His perfect addiction. Growing up was rough, I was neglected and overlooked. People only see me as a tool to be used. I wanted someone to see me, tell me that I am good enough . Then, a hurtful betrayal by my ex boyfriend, thrust me into the arms of the last person I could ever imagine. Robert Williams treats me like I am precious, he sees me. With him I feel good enough, treasured, worthy of his praise. I am his. There are many reasons why we will never work. He is One of the youngest billionaires in manhattan but twice my age. And my ex-boyfriends father. I am a good girl falling for the wrong man. But what happens when fate throw us into a storm. How far will they go to tear us apart ?

“You kept dancing for other men, knowing fully well that I was glaring at you. I wanted you to stop, come down from the pole and crawl to me like the slut that you are, but you didn't, did you?” His hands had pushed my panties aside, and flicking a finger through my folds, he let out a dark, primal chuckle. The fact that I couldn't see his face heightened my excitement and fear. I felt both in good measure. “So what are you going to do about it sir?” Lust had clouded my sense of reasoning and it made me bolder. “I'm going to punish you. It's only fair. Don't you think so?” Fuck. The steady rise of my chest went haywire. I had spiraled out of control, out of primal need to please this man. “Yes please, punish me.” I let out a desperate plea. “Good girl.” His deep voice rumbled, and the heavy promises of what he would do to me hung in the air. ……… I fell for my brother's best friend when I was thirteen but he rejected me, patted me on my head and said I was cute. I fell even deeper, but as I grew up and realized how embarrassing I was, my crush turned into hate, until I saw him again for the first time after eight years. He pleasured me for a whole night, and I didn't even realize who he was until the very next day, but it had already happened. Things became awkward and even though I still hated him, I couldn't resist going back for more…

After a huge fall out with a beta reader, The renowned author, Alyssa Waters, watched her career go down the drain. After stubbornly holding her last book signing event even though she was cancelled, a billionaire approaches her with an amazing offer to write a biography for him. The only reason she even held the last book signing shamelessly was because she needed to tend to her nanny's hospital bills. When this unexpected offer fell on her lap, she grabbed it with her full might. Luke Lexington, a billionaire, diagnosed with brain tumor and at the brink of death, hires a cancelled former famous writer to write his biography. Secrets, secrets, secrets. There are many writers he would have used so why did he pick out a cancelled one of all? Soon, they flung professionalism aggressively and begin to explore each other's body. Read on and enjoy this steamy ride.

Four years after my death, the true heiress won the Best Actress award, but her sex tape was once again spread like wildfire. My Best Actor boyfriend, Nicholas Jennings, kicked open the rented house where I used to live, hoping to make me clarify once again that it was me in the video, but all he saw was a complete mess. The landlord happened to pass by and, upon his inquiry, scolded him, "You’re talking about Astrid Rhode? She died four years ago! A man saw the sex tape posted online and came here to have some fun with her, but she would rather die than comply. In a fit of rage, he killed her." Nicholas did not believe it at all. He kicked our couple's mugs. "Astrid made you say that, didn't she? She stole Maddie's life just because she looked like her. Did she think that helping Maddie once would atone for her sins? Tell her that none of the children in her orphanage will live if I don't see her clarification video in two days!" He strode away, and I shook my head with a wry smile. The orphanage had long since been reduced to ashes in the fire, and the children had already passed on to their next lives. I had made a deal with Death, wanting to come back and see him one last time. However, now, it seemed that the deal was better left undone.

After seven years of marriage, Kayla Campbell had finally become pregnant. But during her prenatal checkup, she noticed something was wrong. The space to fill in the name of the child’s father was blank. She instinctively spoke up. "The father should be Luke Hudson. Was it missed during registration?" In Havenport's upper circles, almost everyone was aware of how devoted the head of the Hudson family was to his wife. He loved her so deeply that he had once been willing to undergo a vasectomy for her. "Kayla, watching you take medicine and get injections again and again breaks my heart. You're everything to me. If having a child means you have to suffer like this, then I would rather never have one." Perhaps the heavens were touched by them. Luke was a man known for his decisive and ruthless nature. On the day they confirmed her pregnancy, he had knelt and pulled her into his arms, crying until his voice gave out. He had personally handled all the medical registration paperwork afterward. With how carefully he treated her, a mistake like this made no sense. The staff member was clearly new to the job, and she worked at the computer for a long while before finally nodding. "The father's name was blank when the file was created." As she continued checking, her expression changed slightly. "But Mr. Hudson's name does appear in another patient's record. He's listed as the father of her child. The mother's name is Stephanie Campbell. Do you know her?" Kayla froze. Her thoughts went blank. People in their social circle all knew Kayla's background. She had been adopted by the Campbell family. But when the family finally found their biological daughter, they accused Kayla of having taken their real daughter's place for years and kicked her out without mercy. That biological daughter was Stephanie.

On the day the rich girl bullied me, my own mother just stood there, indifferent.But when she learned I fought back, my mother suddenly got angry and slapped me, saying, "How dare you hit Laura? Do you really think you can mess with her?"In that confusing moment, I suddenly realized something incredible!The rich girl and my mother looked remarkably alike...

Today was supposed to be my wedding day. The D-day, the big day—whatever people liked to call it. For me, it was meant to be the happiest day of my life. Our life. But to the likes of me, happiness was nothing but a cruel illusion. The groom, Clyde Monroe, wasn’t waiting for me at the altar. Instead, the ruthless, calculating billionaire—known for his icy demeanor and unmatched power—was on one knee before someone else. Someone who was supposed to be dead. His ex-girlfriend. As the truth unraveled, so did the fragile threads of the life we were building. Betrayal, grief, humiliation—I felt it all. Clyde’s haunted past, one I had only glimpsed, was now ripping apart the fragile illusion of the bond I thought we shared. The truth? I was nothing more than a pawn, a random babymaker caught in a game I never signed up to play. My name is Margaux Olsen, and I am his unwanted bride.

I am the hated true daughter of my family. One day, I was kidnapped along with my sister. The kidnappers cut off a section of my finger and sent it to my parents. But they just thanked God that the kidnappers had not cut off my sister’s finger. They deciphered the hint from my sister and alerted the police, but the kidnappers learned about it. To protect my sister, they told the kidnappers that I was the one who revealed the address to them. Because of it, I was tortured to death while my sister was saved. Oddly, when my parents found my mangled body, they broke down and said that they were going to make my sister and the kidnappers pay.