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He ended their marriage with a signature, divorcing her the very night Ava planned to tell him she was pregnant. For power, for a ruthless business alliance, he chose another woman without looking back. So Ava vanished. Years later, she walks back into his life, no longer broken but powerful, untouchable, and holding enough shares to control the fate of his now failing company. And she is not alone. The boy beside her carries his face, his silence... something that feels far too familiar. But while Ava kept her secret, the woman he married has been hiding something far more dangerous. Because his empire isn't just collapsing by chance... it's being destroyed from within. And as the truth begins to surface, the billionaire is forced to confront the one question that could ruin everything: Who is truly his heir... and who has been lying all along?

I am Nancy Schultz. Five months into my relationship with Jere Lloyd, I had prepared two surprises for him. The first was that I had decided to stay in the country for him. The second was that I was pregnant. But when I arrived at the parking lot of his company, I saw Jere, my tall, broad-shouldered boyfriend, being cornered in his sports car by Nina Saunders, the most delicate-looking, beautiful woman in our company. Nina said to him, "I know I was wrong. I regret it. Jere, you said you would only ever love me for the rest of your life. How could you give someone else all the love that was supposed to be mine?" My heart abruptly clenched. Before I could react, Jere coldly pushed her hand away. I breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this really was just a misunderstanding and that I should trust him. But the next second, Jere said in a cold voice, and his words stopped me from immersing myself in my illusion. "1, 000 drones for a birthday celebration, a fireworks show cost a million dollars, jewelry of a seven-figure price... You really should regret it, Nina. You should have regretted it the moment you started dating two people at once! Because all of those things were supposed to be yours!" I froze where I stood. I realized there was no need to tell him about the two surprises after all.

"Holy Shit. When did you get in here? Ben stepped out hours ago." the shock on his face when he sees my wide eyes staring down at his cock. "Do you walk all naked when no one is at home but you?" My thighs clenched together; I didn't know how I suddenly said that out. "Little girl, are you not afraid to take your eyes off? This can ruin you." His dominance wraps around his voice, my eyes trail off his cock, and I view his entire body. The masculinity got my thighs drooling and gave me the fastest shock I had ever felt in my stomach. It's the first time I've taken note of how perfect his body curves are. "Then I want to be ruined only by your cock." My eyes grow in size at my own words. Anastasia visited to resolve the issues revolving around her toxic relationship with Ben, her 21-year-old boyfriend. She happened not to meet him at home after he lied about being home. She was frustrated and pained because it looks like she has been putting more effort into the relationship than he has, and it was killing her. It was killing her that she always had to be the one getting hurt all the time. Even when he is wrong, she takes the blame for it and apologizes for no fucking reason. But everything changed when she saw his father's big cock that night at his place. She's never seen a cock as huge and dominating as his. A voice in her head screamed for her to run, but no, she was so curious to know how it would feel in her mouth and in her damn wet core.

Aidan, a billionaire and CEO of Empire is known for the title 'Top 5 Hottest Bachelor' for two reasons. His extremely good-looks and for not wanting to get married, at least until he reaches forty but his mother keeps on setting him with unwanted dates, leaving him frustrated. Kenna, Aidan's best friend, is a doctor who has never found the right time for love. She has always been busy with work to an extent that she forgets about her own personal life. Both of them has always been close ever since they were kids, after a single incident that happened, instantly making them inseparable. As they grew older, things began to change yet best friends are forever . . . no matter the circumstances. What happens when Aidan sets up a contract and wants Kenna to be a part of it?

In the year she was at her lowest, Isabella Sullivan worked three jobs a day and even sold her blood, all to pay for Daniel Lawson's leg treatment. In that bare rented room, Daniel held her hand tightly and promised he would never betray her. Yet as soon as his legs recovered, he transformed into the richest man in Northhaven. And at his grand wedding, the bride had changed. Isabella smiled until her eyes burned red. She did not cry. She did not make a scene. He was marrying someone else, and she received a call from her wealthy parents. "Isabella, the family conflict will be settled in seven days. Get ready. We'll bring you home then."

Seven years ago, Emerald Hutton had left her family and friends behind for high school in New York City, cradling her broken heart in her hands, to escape just only one person. Her brother's best friend, whom she loved from the day he'd saved her from bullies at the age of seven. Broken by the boy of her dreams and betrayed by her loved ones, Emerald had learned to bury the pieces of her heart in the deepest corner of her memories. Until seven years later, she has to come back to her hometown after finishing her college. The place where now the cold-hearted stone of a billionaire resides, whom her dead heart once used to beat for. Scarred by his past, Achilles Valencian had turned into the man everyone feared. The scorch of his life had filled his heart with bottomless darkness. And the only light that had kept him sane, was his Rosebud. A girl with freckles and turquoise eyes he'd adored all his life. His best friend's little sister. After years of distance, when the time has finally come to capture his light into his territory, Achilles Valencian will play his game. A game to claim what's his. Will Emerald be able to distinguish the flames of love and desire, and charms of the wave that had once flooded her to keep her heart safe? Or she will let the devil lure her into his trap? Because no one ever could escape from his games. He gets what he wants. And this game is called... The trap of Ace.

I gave up my MIT physics fellowship to marry Emery, the ruthless CEO of the Kirkland family, thinking three years of devotion could warm his cold heart. Then I discovered he was desperately, secretly in love with Catalina—his younger brother's new fiancée. To protect his secret and keep her close, Emery used me as a pathetic shield. He watched coldly as his family publicly humiliated my background. He forced me to drink freezing champagne on an empty stomach just to appease Catalina's fake victim act. When I finally tried to leave, he blackmailed me with my father's corporate bailout contract, forcing me to move back into the main estate just so he could live under the same roof as the woman he truly wanted. The breaking point came when Catalina's unleashed Doberman lunged at me in the gardens. To save my right arm—the arm I needed for my research—I kicked the vicious beast in self-defense, twisting my ankle in the process. Emery rushed out. He didn't ask if I was bitten. He didn't look at my swollen leg or my pale face. He only saw Catalina sobbing over her whimpering dog, and he stared down at me with pure, absolute disgust. "Why did you do that?" Looking up at the man I had loved for three years, the last chain holding me to this miserable marriage shattered. I didn't bother to explain. I just pulled out my phone, contacted the most ruthless divorce attorney in Boston, and headed back to my lab.

My wedding to Ethan, the man I’d loved for five years, was weeks away. Everything was set for our future, a beautifully planned life together. Then the call came: Ethan’s high school sweetheart, Chloe, was found with severe amnesia, still believing she was his girlfriend. Ethan postponed our wedding, asked me to pretend to be his brother Liam’s girlfriend, insisting it was "for Chloe’s sake." I endured quiet agony watching him relive their past, his every loving gesture now for her. Chloe’s Instagram became a public shrine to their "rekindled" love, #TrueLove emblazoned everywhere. I even found a groundbreaking clinic for Chloe, hoping for an end, but Ethan brushed it off. Then, I overheard him: I was just a "placeholder," a "good sport" who would wait, because I had "nowhere else to go." Five years of my life, my love, my loyalty, reduced to a disposable convenience. The cold, calculated betrayal punched the air from my lungs. He thought I was trapped, that he could use me at will, then return to me, expecting gratitude. Numb, I stumbled. And then, I met Liam, Ethan’s quiet brother. "I need to get married, Liam. To someone. Soon." The words escaped me. Liam, who had watched silently, responded: "What if I said I'd marry you, Ava? For real." A dangerous, desperate plan ignited within me, fueled by pain and a fierce desire for reckoning. "Alright, Liam," I declared, a new resolve hardening my voice. "But I have conditions: Ethan must be your Best Man, and he must give me away at the altar." The charade was about to begin, but now, it was on my terms. And Ethan had no idea the bride was truly me.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "Each time you break a rule; I'll claim a part of your body as mine" Forced to marry the heir of the largest mafia syndicate to pay for her parent's debt and her grandmother's hospital bills. "Live with my son for 30 days, if you don't fall in love with him, I'll cancel this contract." Can Malissa live with the handsome, hot and dominating Hayden for 30 days without falling for his charms? However, there are rules to living with this lusty monster and as Malissa breaks them, she learns of pleasures that she never knew existed. As his touches set her on fire, her heart starts to melt. But does the two have a future together when Hayden is in love with someone else and Malissa cannot get over her ex-boyfriend? READ NOW to find out!

In the fifth year of marriage, Nora Yates stumbled upon scandalous headlines linking her husband to another woman. His friend teased him. "Stefan, you're ruthless. Just because Nora stole Izabella's boyfriend, you married her, pampered her, and fed her those pills until she's practically a fool." Stefan Gordon, cradling a pregnant Izabella Stewart, spoke coldly. "She made Izzie unhappy. She has to pay the price." Outside the private room, Nora, battling severe depression, nearly collapsed. Her trembling hands dialed a number. "Tell that company I'll join." For five years, Nora had been a housewife, confined to her sickbed. Everyone forgot she was once a legendary hacker, feared by every major corporation.

"Zyran, look at me. If you walk out that door with her, you can't come back," Roosevelt pleaded, her hand instinctively covering her stomach. Zyran paused, his hand on the doorknob, while his childhood sweetheart wept softly against his chest. He didn't look back. "She needs me, Roosevelt. You are strong; you can take care of yourself." The door clicked shut, sealing his decision. He didn't notice the blood trickling down Roosevelt's leg, nor did he hear her whisper, Roosevelt had everything a woman could want: beauty, a great reputation as a top interior designer, and a marriage to Zyran, the city's coldest and most elusive billionaire. Though Zyran spoke little and showed hardly any affection, Roosevelt loved him quietly. She believed his hardness was a shield she could one day break through. On the eve of their fourth anniversary, Roosevelt got the miracle she had hoped for: a positive pregnancy test. She dreamed of the moment his icy demeanor would warm into a smile, finally bringing their family together. But before she could share the news, the ghost of Zyran's past returned. A fragile, teary-eyed woman from his youth reappeared, seeking his protection and time. As Zyran's attention shifted, Roosevelt slipped into the background of her own marriage. She thought she could bear the neglect until a life-changing accident forced Zyran to choose between his wife and his past. He made his choice, and by the time the billionaire understood the weight of what he had lost, Roosevelt and the secret she carried was already gone.

On the anniversary of her son's death, Audrey stood in the freezing cemetery for two hours, waiting for her husband. Instead, his best friend showed up, claiming her husband was tied up with their daughter's emergency. But on her way home, Audrey caught sight of her husband, their daughter Willow, and another woman walking together. She followed them to a luxury apartment that perfectly replicated her and her husband's humble first home. Through a crack in the door, she watched her husband passionately kiss the woman. She watched his best friend hand the mistress expensive gifts. And she watched her own daughter happily eat cake and say, "Thank you, Mommy Kelsey." When Audrey returned to her empty mansion, her daughter threw a massive tantrum, screaming that she wished Kelsey was her real mom. The cruelest part was realizing the mistress was using Audrey's joint credit card to buy Willow's affection. Her husband, her daughter, and her trusted friend had formed a flawless circle of betrayal. They were playing a happy family while she mourned her dead child alone. She had signed a brutal prenuptial agreement giving up everything for love, only to be treated like a pathetic joke. But they didn't know the quiet, accommodating housewife was actually the hidden heir to the thirty-billion-dollar Carlisle empire. Audrey left her diamond ring on the counter alongside a divorce settlement, activated her inheritance, and walked out. "First step," she told her proxy. "We bleed his stock dry, and we dismantle his legacy piece by piece."

The grand hall was silent, a suffocating blanket. I stared at the engagement photo, a smiling lie from a life that was now a ghost story. Just back from a humanitarian mission, I expected wedding bells, but David Hayes, the man I was supposed to marry, had moved another woman into our home, my clothes gone, my future surgically removed. He introduced her, Seraphina Thorne, a social media star, her smile as artificial as the diamonds on her wrist, while he couldn' t even meet my eyes. When I demanded to speak to him alone, he coolly replied, "Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of Seraphina." The public humiliation stung like a physical blow. His gaze was that of a stranger. My year away, he claimed, showed him what he truly wanted: a "partner" who strengthened his position, not a "distraction" like me, the doctor who saved lives. Then came the final cut: he wouldn't let me leave. I was to stay, wear his gifts, and smile at their engagement party, or he would destroy my brother Michael's journalistic career. Trapped, humiliated, and reduced to a pawn in his cruel game, I felt the walls of the gilded cage close in. Was this the price of love, or was I merely an asset to be discarded and then reclaimed? That night, as David, my former fiancé and now my captor, forced a sapphire necklace around my neck saying, "You' re still mine," I knew I had to find a way out. I needed to break free from the ashes of my past and reclaim the life I had lost.

I was the financial backbone of the Rust Hounds MC, keeping my patched-member husband, French, and his scrap-metal club afloat with my private wealth. But I returned to the clubhouse one afternoon only to find him half-naked on the sofa with my half-sister, Hettie. Instead of apologizing, he sneered and demanded I accept her. "The club needs legacy. Hettie can actually give me an heir, unlike a cold mechanic." When I immediately cut off their funding, his entire family turned into rabid dogs. They tried to physically seize my family's titanium mining deeds and leaked a security video of me being carried out of a dive bar by a "nameless drifter" to frame me for infidelity. Even my own father showed up to the club's tribunal to strip my surname, demanding I sign over my assets before they broke my legs and banished me. I had bled for this club and this family for years, only to be thrown to the wolves so they could steal my inheritance. They really thought I was just a disposable Old Lady they could humiliate, break, and cast aside into the dirt without consequence. What on earth gave them the confidence to think I would just roll over and die? They didn't know that the "filthy nobody" who saved me that night was Camden Diaz, the Apex President of the Iron Kings, the most feared outlaw empire in North America. And his heavily armed enforcers had just blown the doors off their little tribunal.

For five years, I was Brown Pennington's loyal "Old Lady," packing his gear, cleaning his wounds, and standing by him through every motorcycle club war. Tonight was supposed to be our victory celebration. But instead of celebrating with me, he stood on the clubhouse stage and publicly asked the leadership for a "blessing" to set me aside like a piece of old equipment. He wanted to replace me with Kaley Sims, the daughter of the rival club leader we just defeated. His mother, the club's matriarch, smirked in triumph, publicly ordering me to graciously step down and accept the humiliating status of a common club girl. When the veteran members protested this disgrace to our colors, Brown played his trump card: Kaley was pregnant. He expected me to quietly accept my public execution, acting as a live-in babysitter for his child while he played happy family with his new war prize. I looked at the man I had built a life with, realizing he was a stranger willing to sacrifice my honor and dignity on the altar of his selfish ambition. But I didn't crumble and cry like they thought I would. "My answer to my husband's request is no. A thousand times, no." I demanded a formal separation, took the keys to my dowry Cadillac, and drove off into the night. This time, I chose to fight for my own freedom.

Jazmin woke up with a splitting headache and red system error codes flickering across her vision, only to realize she was trapped in a bizarre reality as a billionaire's contract wife. Before she could even process the alien data in her mind, her arrogant husband, Adrian, threw a harsh divorce agreement onto her lap. "You get nothing. Melody is the one I love. You were just a placeholder," he sneered, demanding she leave the marriage without a single cent. When she didn't break down in tears, he grew furious and lunged forward, his fingers closing tightly around her throat to remind her of her place. His wealthy family expected her to quietly accept her public humiliation, while her greedy adoptive parents immediately demanded a payout, treating her like a worthless ATM. They all thought she was still the same fragile, pathetic woman who would beg for their scraps and cry over their cruelty. They had no idea that the original Jazmin was already dead, and the system had loaded a completely different, indestructible entity into her body. Jazmin didn't shed a single tear or gasp for air. She simply grabbed Adrian's wrist, shattered his bones with a sickening crunch, and tossed him through a glass window like a bag of trash. "I'd rather dance alone in hell than be a dog in your heaven." Taking the massive settlement she extorted, she walked straight into the arms of his deadliest rival, ready to tear this entire world apart.

I drained my savings and gave up my college education to support my biker boyfriend for three years. But the moment he finally got patched into the Sterling Knights MC, he brought the club president's daughter to my bar. He slid a wad of cash across the sticky counter, telling me to take it and call it even. "Kalia, we're not here to fight. Devin just wants to do the right thing," she sneered, flashing her gaudy engagement ring. Devin watched me with cold impatience, letting his new fiancée and her ruthless bodyguard humiliate me in front of his brothers. They thought I was just a naive, submissive barmaid they could easily step on and discard. A thousand dollars to erase my life's savings, the massive debts I took from loan sharks for his legal fees, and the child I got rid of for him? Did they really think they could destroy my life and walk away completely unscathed? I didn't touch his pathetic cash. Instead, I dragged her secret lover into the bar, publicly destroyed their sham of an engagement, and forced him to pay back every single cent of the $31,060 he owed me. Because what these arrogant bikers didn't know was that I'm not some helpless nobody. I am the lost princess of the legendary Serpents of Chaos MC, and with this money, I am finally going home.

For five years, I was Grafton Mcleod's shadow. I wasn't just his assistant; I was his alibi, his shield, the one who cleaned up his messes. Everyone thought I was in love with him. They were wrong. I did it all for his brother, Justen—the man I truly loved, who made me promise on his deathbed to look after Grafton. The five years were up. My promise was fulfilled. I handed in my resignation, ready to finally grieve in peace. But that very night, Grafton's cruel girlfriend, Cherrelle, dared him to a deadly street race he couldn't win. To save his life, I took the wheel for him. I won the race but crashed the car, waking up in a hospital bed. Grafton accused me of doing it for attention, then left to comfort Cherrelle over a sprained ankle. He believed her lies when she said I pushed her, shoving me against a wall so hard my head wound split open again. He stood by while she forced me to drink glass after glass of whiskey he was deathly allergic to, calling it a test of loyalty. The final humiliation came at a charity auction. To prove his love for Cherrelle, he put me on the stage and sold me for the night to another man. I had endured five years of hell to honor a dead man's last wish, and this was my reward. After escaping the man who bought me, I went to the bridge where Justen died. I sent Grafton one last text: "I'm going to be with the man I love." Then, with nothing left to live for, I jumped.

Her sister pushed her down into the sea and replaced her as his fiancee. Thanks to the miracle, she was saved. However, she misunderstood that he was her sister’s accomplice. Five years later, she came back for vengeance. Until the truth was disclosed, she learned the fact that she was the one he only loved. He fell deeply in this love, but she only showed him a cold shoulder. Where would their love go?

"I'm asking you to marry me." He whispered almost low but I sure knew what I heard. "What?" "Yes Lily, marry me." After fighting storms and letting my family break me, I had decided to live for something else, my babies. Now, life has swept someone unlikely to my door, Cole Adrian. And he's not just asking me to trust him, he's asking me to marry him. How do I marry another man when I have barely moved on from my previous life?