CINVAN's Books and Stories
Bought By My Ex's Billionaire Uncle
I signed an NDA to be the secret companion of Dante Hopkins, a ruthless Wall Street billionaire, just to pay for my adoptive father's life-saving dialysis. But my nightmare truly began when Dante's nephew walked into the penthouse. It was Kaden, my ex-boyfriend. Three years ago, he framed me for cheating, threw a fake surveillance video in my face, and kicked me out into the rain. Now, he is engaged to a wealthy heiress, deliberately setting their wedding date on my birthday to humiliate me. Seeing me beside his uncle, Kaden cornered me in the dark. "Break the contract and get out of New York in three days, or I'll send that video to my uncle." Dante is a man who demands absolute control. He forced me to take a birth control injection and warned me that he owns my body and my secrets. If he finds out I am his nephew's ex-girlfriend, he will destroy me, and my father's medical bills will go unpaid. I was drugged three years ago. I never cheated on him. Why does Kaden get to ruin my life twice while playing the perfect, innocent heir? Trapped in the estate's guest room with Kaden pinning me to the wall, and Dante sleeping just one wall away, I finally stopped crying. I only have three days, but this time, I won't let them dictate my fate.
The Mind-Reading CEO Refuses To Divorce
Georgia Harrington woke up to a nightmare: she had transmigrated into a trashy billionaire novel as the doomed, disposable contract wife of the ruthless Wall Street tyrant, Garrett Delacruz. Destined to die penniless after their three-year contract ended, she decided to play the perfect, meek wife to secure a massive alimony payout. But she didn't know that whenever Garrett touched her skin, he could hear her every thought. When she collapsed into his arms, pretending to be frail, her mind was screaming. "Holy shit! Is this guy's chest made of cast iron? He nearly cracked my skull! He better write me a ten-million-dollar check for medical damages right now!" When she tearfully threw her arms around his neck, swearing he was the only man in her heart, her inner voice was plotting wildly. "Ugh, I'm gonna throw up! Hang in there for the hundred-million-dollar payout, girl! Once the cash hits my offshore account, I'm hiring ten twenty-year-old pool boys who look just like Ernst to fan me with palm leaves!" Garrett, who secretly suffered from a violent intimacy addiction, was driven to the brink. Her soft skin and greedy, shameless mental rants became the only cure for his madness. Georgia couldn't understand why the icy billionaire, who was supposed to toss her aside, was suddenly cornering her. Why were his eyes turning dark with raw, predatory hunger every time she faked a tear? Just as she eagerly counted down the days to her hundred-million-dollar payout, Garrett locked the bedroom door. He was tearing up the divorce agreement tonight, and she was never leaving his cage.
