Wrong Target

The care center called. "Hi, just wanted to ask if you're happy with our service so far." Well, that was odd. I was only eight months along. My baby wasn't even born yet. I had no need for the care center at the moment. So I kept digging. I pressed my husband for answers. He was the one handling the talks with the care center. I wanted to know what was going on. He gave me an apologetic look. "This center costs 120 grand, honey. We can't afford that. They must've gotten the wrong number. You should stay at home instead. I'll give you the perfect care you need." That was it. I wasn't going to waste my time talking to him. My sister, Jessie Gibson, owned the care center, so I called her instead. "Jessie? Yeah, it's me. William sent another woman to your place and stole my spot. I want you to find out who. He's cheating on me, and I'm getting proof!"

“You are not going to disrespect me! She is a commoner, and I’d rather die than let you be with her!” Isaac’s father was very loud and his tone was threatening. “Then you better drop dead right now, because I’m sick of being caged by the standards and rules that this family has set for me! I’m sick of being a robot built for the sole purpose of being the heir to the Ford fortune!” Isaac spat the words in his father’s face.

Elena Rouge found dilemma when she was assigned to reveal the secret of Edward Philippe a.k.a. Martinez from her boss. Life ran hard for her eventually she found that she inherited the bloodline of billionaire and a famous model.

I was nineteen the first time Cole Whitfield broke me. Not with cruelty. With a single word. Why. Not did you — why. Like the answer was already settled and he just wanted the story to make sense. I told him the truth anyway. He said nothing that mattered. So I picked up my bag, walked out of his apartment, and decided that a man who trusted a rumor over two years of me wasn’t worth a correction. I spent the next two years becoming someone I actually liked. New city. Graduate program. A published paper with my name on it. I was done with Cole Whitfield in every way a person can be done. Then I walked into Seminar Room 114 and he was sitting right there, gray eyes already on the door, like some part of him knew. I sat down. I opened my notebook. I did not look up. Here’s the thing about studying how people form beliefs: you understand exactly why he believed it. That doesn’t mean you forgive it. That doesn’t mean two years of silence disappear because he’s learned how to look at you like he’s sorry. He wants a conversation. I want my degree. But the campus is small, the seminar table is round, and the boy who broke my heart at nineteen is doing everything right at twenty-one — and I’m starting to understand that composed isn’t the same thing as healed. I hate that I still know the exact sound of his voice.

She agreed to marry the man she had been promised. She woke up beside the man she was never meant to choose. By the time she realizes the truth, it is already too late. The vows have been spoken. The documents signed. The marriage is legal, binding, and irreversible. The man she married is not gentle, nor apologetic. He does not explain himself. He does not beg for forgiveness. Instead, he watches her with calm authority and tells her what no one else will. This was never a mistake. Trapped in a marriage she never consented to, she is pulled into a world ruled by power, silence, and family secrets that refuse to stay buried. Every step she takes is measured. Every decision has consequences. And every attempt to escape only tightens the grip around her life. Between two brothers bound by rivalry, resentment, and unfinished history, she becomes the center of a war she never saw coming. One brother wants her back. The other refuses to let her go. What begins as fear slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Something that blurs the line between control and desire, resistance and surrender. In a marriage born of deception, the most dangerous question isn’t how she ended up here. It’s whether she will ever be able to leave… or if she will choose to stay.

When Aviannah woke up from an accident, she chose to pretend that she remembered nothing so she could stay with the young man who first made her heart beat. She was determined to introduce him to her father as the man she wished to marry someday. But what if she discovers something in the end? Would she still be fearless if the man she loves turns out to be her brother?

At my wedding rehearsal, my fiancé's colleague, Haley Rhodes burst in and tore apart the carefully arranged decor. "Ryan promised he'd marry me!" she shrieked, storming closer, "Who do you think you are?" Without warning, she lunged, grabbing hold of the wedding gown, which was worth a fortune. But she only got so far—she was too heavyset to even squeeze it past her head. I let out a mocking laugh. "Don't tell me you're too big to fit even a plus-size wedding dress?" That really set her off. With grim determination, she forced herself into the gown. But as soon as she did, the delicate fabric tore, leaving absurdly stretched holes across her back and waist. "Too bad the dress is ruined now. But who cares?" she sneered triumphantly. "Ryan loves me. He’ll buy me another wedding gown, anyway." But when the actual wedding began, she got the shock of her life. The groom walking down the aisle wasn’t Ryan at all. It was their boss — Ryan and Haley's boss. Well, I never said this was my wedding.

One disastrous night. One mysterious savior. One impossible choice. When Nora Sutherland's brother destroys their family's future, she becomes the sacrifice. The deal is simple: marry billionaire Sterling Marlowe, save everyone she loves, survive three years of a loveless arrangement. But the man waiting at the altar isn't Sterling. He's darker. Dangerous. Devastating. And his steel-blue eyes hold secrets that make her heart race and her instincts scream that something is very, very wrong. Griffin Marlowe has been searching for the woman he saved from disaster three months ago. The woman he held through the darkest hours. The woman he can't forget. Finding her should have been a relief. Discovering she's about to become his brother's wife? A nightmare. Realizing he's the one marrying her instead? Unforgivable. Some lies destroy everything. Others might just save them both. If the truth doesn't kill them first.

A familiar hand reached out toward me. His hand. Jonathan’s. Maybe Nathaniel now. The man I had kissed. The man I had touched. The man who had just married my sister. “Oh God, what have I done?” **************************************** She left without a word. Ten years later, an invitation brings her back… To face the sister she abandoned… A secret that was never supposed to surface. And a man she should have never touched. When Celeste Marlowe receives an unexpected wedding invitation from the baby sister she walked away from a decade ago, she expects cold shoulders and buried resentment…not a fiery one-night stand with a stranger who makes her forget everything. But the truth comes crashing in. He’s not a stranger. He’s the groom. Her sister’s groom. Now, trapped between the sins of her past and a secret she can’t outrun, life hurls her into something far more dangerous than heartbreak, a tangled web of power, lies, and blood-soaked secrets. Because in Velmont City, nothing is ever just personal. And some families don’t forgive… They own.

Tricked. Rejected, and Betrayed. Thinking she has had enough share of this world’s cruelties, Blair's only desire is to end up with the man she has loved her entire life. To her, their marriage is much more than just a contract. When she finds out she's pregnant, her hope increases that he'll reciprocate her love. However, even the contract marriage is just another trick designed by her sister, and Raymond played his part perfectly. Unable to bear his rejection, her only option is to run. But will she let her sister's betrayal destroy her? Will she let the heartbreak stop her from seeking revenge?