Angela

***Cover page does not belong to me, credit goes to the owner*** She had to stay away from her family because of a prediction of a fortune teller which said to keep her away from the glamour life of the city. Her beauty can be her enemy till the age of twenty she should be hidden otherwise she will have to suffer. But history is witness to how anyone can change or run away from their destiny. She said with teary eyes to the man who was hovering over her, “Please let me go, I am your best friend’s woman” He scoffed and said, “You are just a bed warmer, my friend will thank me when he will know the truth about you” saying this tore her clothes and entered inside her without any warning. More than her body her heart pained hearing such words from the person who was so close to her heart.

COVER PAGE DOES NOT BELONG TO ME CREDIT GOES TO THE OWNER ***This is the second part of “Devil’s Trapped Angel”*** The King’s family held all the business and the economy of the county. Brothers Edward King and Ethan King were on top of business. It was a rumour that the second son of the King’s family was a gay, until he kissed a girl freezing the whole airport, after a long passionate kiss he said in her ears huskily, “This time I won’t let you leave me” She lost her parents in an accident when she was hardly fifteen years, but a rich family adopted her and gave her a lot of love. She loved her adopted brother so much because of the way he took care of her, until a truth broke everything. She always dreamed of a man, but never saw the face of the man.

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** She was a simple girl and she went on vacation to her friend just before her marriage. Where things turned upside down He was a CEO of the big group and also had a hidden identity as Mafia king with lot of enemies They both were from different world and different places but their destiny had different plans for them. Lets see how they cross their road to each other.

***Poster image is not mine...its credit goes to the owner*** He was king of the underworld; no one dares to go against him; he was relentless, cruel, and ruthless. He was the most handsome man on the earth, all the women who see him wanted to sleep with him for once, but he never had any woman beside him. No beauty in the world can melt his stone heart. To make his black money white, he owned a chain college, all over the world. When his eyes fell on her, she was trapped by him. “What are you doing, Mr. Knight. I am a married woman,” she shouted angrily with teary eyes. He held her chin tightly, pinned her to the wall, and said, grinding his teeth, “Oh! My little bird got a tongue, sweetheart you just remember one thing that you can only be my woman” saying this he kissed her fiercely.

***This book is the second part of “Only mine forever” it talks about the children of Alice and Alex*** “You already have a wife! Why are you doing this?” she said crying hysterically, he pinned her on the bed and said, “I don’t care anything else, I just want you, only you, you are mine only mine” Being the mafia leader he proposed his love of life in the church where she was about to get married. What he said left everyone’s mouth opened, “love, please believe me, I never had any relationship with any other girl, if you want we can go for my virginity test” “Sunshine, how can you marry someone leaving your husband and baby behind”, he said entering the marriage hall of his fiancée. ***Note: Above description if of different person*** Image on poster is not mine

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** Marco Walters, he was demon in form of human body, he would do anything to win the world, he was cunning selfish, cruel a person who don’t thinks of anything apart from his profit. He even made a deal of his own marriage just to reach on the top of the world. She was forced to become mistress of her brother-in-law at the engagement banquet of her sister, she had made her mind that she will never follow this arrangement and she took a drastic step shaking everyone. He made Jane Gilbert’s life hell, after suffering for two years she vanished from his life but little did he expected that when she came back, she back with a bang shaking his whole world and challenging his position in the business world. “Jane, I will never let you walk out of my life, again” said Marco angrily She smirked and said “try it” and left without even looking back

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** He was king of business world who owned the entire country; he had no words named mercy in his dictionary. He doesn’t know what is called losing, he only knows to win and to kill She was right hand of the Mafia boss and his top shooter also known as Black Angel who never fails in her mission Moment his eyes fell on her first words left his mouth was “finally got you Mrs Williams” and he had his signature victory smile on his lips.

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** She was an orphan and she had only her brother who took care of her. She was betrayed by the love of her life, her virginity was sold, she was raped, broken and she left the city to never come back, but destiny had different plans for her. He was a billionaire; name any business where his company was not on top. Well, known playboy, girls were like clothes for him but an incident changed his life. “What have I done to offend? Why are you doing this to me?” she said shivering and crying He smirked walked closer to her face to face with devilish aura and said “you make my mind go crazy, I am crazy about you, and you belong to me only me, only I can see you feel you touch you, and don’t ever think you can escape from me”

***Poster image is not mine...Its credit goes to the owner*** She was a simple girl and she went on vacation to her friend just before her marriage. Where things turned upside down He was a CEO of the big group and also had a hidden identity as Mafia king with lot of enemies They both were from different world and different places but their destiny had different plans for them. Lets see how they cross their road to each other.

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

My husband of three years suddenly brought his mistress and her son into our home. Without a hint of emotion, Jude threw a divorce agreement at me and told me to pack my things immediately so they could move in. I signed the papers and walked away without taking a single penny. But just hours later, a black SUV intentionally ran me over in a dark alley, shattering my leg. The men who did it sneered, saying their boss wanted me out of New York permanently. At the hospital, I was prepped for an emergency surgery to save my leg from permanent disability. But Jude, who owned the hospital, ordered my operating room shut down. He forced the entire surgical team to abandon me just to treat a minor cut on his mistress's finger. Lying there in agony, I couldn't understand how the man I had loved for three years could be so monstrous. He didn't just want to erase our marriage; he wanted to destroy my life completely. When I finally woke up after being saved by a friend, Jude was standing by my bed, trying to explain. I looked at him calmly and spoke. "I'm sorry, do we know each other?" I vowed right then that I would stay in New York and take back everything he owed me. And just a few hours later, his precious new son mysteriously disappeared.

For three years, Clara devoted herself completely to being the perfect wife for her husband, Alexander. She quietly put up with the harsh insults from her mother-in-law and the constant shadow of Valeria, her husband's first love. Clara believed that with patience and devotion, she could win Alexander's heart. But that hope turned to ashes the night of a tragic accident. When Alexander chose to save Valeria instead of his wife, Clara's heart didn't just break-it froze over. She signed the divorce papers and vanished without a trace. Two years later, fate brought them together once again. Clara had returned, but she was no longer the meek woman who once begged for scraps of attention. Now, she was a globally celebrated fashion designer, confident, brilliant, and utterly beyond reach. Alexander, tormented by the emptiness she left behind, discovered that the brilliant mastermind his empire desperately needed was none other than his ex-wife. Obsessed with winning her back, he soon learned that the new Clara had no intention of forgiving him. The man who was used to having the world at his beck and call must now face the unrelenting queen he himself helped create-and he'd find that forgiveness came at an unthinkable cost: his pride.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

After three years of suffocating darkness, Chloe finally regained her sight. She wanted to share the miracle with her devoted husband, Julian, but froze when she overheard him talking outside their bedroom door. "It was a mistake marrying her. I only did it because she looks exactly like Isabelle." Isabelle was his sickly stepsister, the woman he truly loved. Realizing her entire marriage was a lie, Chloe chose to keep her eyes shut, pretending to still be the helpless, blind wife. Soon, Julian brought Isabelle home on their wedding anniversary, kicking Chloe out of the master suite. He catered to Isabelle's every whim, allowed his friends to publicly mock Chloe as a "nobody," and even blindfolded himself during intimacy with Chloe just to imagine Isabelle's face. Chloe's heart turned to ice. She had sacrificed her sight to pull him from a burning car, yet he viewed her as nothing but a cheap, disposable substitute. She couldn't understand how the man who promised to love her forever could be so monstrous. He had secretly spent hundreds of millions to fund Isabelle's surgeries, while systematically suffocating Chloe's own dreams of becoming a scientist. The last ember of her love died on the cold bathroom floor. She didn't cry or beg. Instead, she secretly gathered evidence, filed for divorce, and walked out of his opulent cage without looking back. Putting on a pair of clear glasses, she walked through the gates of Columbia University. It was time for the genius scientist, Chloe Hayes, to be reborn.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

She came back to expose her cheating fiancé. She didn't expect to catch the eye of the most dangerous man in the city. On the night she publicly called off her engagement, a mysterious billionaire put a jade prayer bracelet on her wrist and said, "Marry me. You won't lose." Now her ex-fiancé is begging for a second chance, her scheming sister is out for blood, and everyone says she's ruined her life. But her new husband? He just smiles and says, "Let them talk. I'll handle it." Wait — did she just accidentally marry the most powerful man in the country?