Regina Eliza

When survival is all you know, love feels like a luxury you can't afford.Evelyn Adesua doesn't dream of romance,she dreams of making it through another day. Between her market shifts, cleaning jobs, and caring for her sick mother, there's no room in her life for love. But fate has other plans.Rico Blaze, the city's most feared gangster, sees her courage in a moment of chaos and becomes obsessed. Leonardo Sterling, a ruthless billionaire CEO, meets her gaze across his office tower and feels something he's never felt before(desire mixed with fascination).Two powerful men. One struggling girl. Both fall for her at first sight.When they confess their feelings, Eve rejects them both. She has no time for hearts and flowers when bills are piling up and her mother's health is failing. But desperation makes people do desperate things. When Leo's cunning grandmother offers to save her mother's life in exchange for marriage, Eve is trapped into becoming Mrs. Sterling(a title that comes with a price tag written in tears).The Sterling mansion isn't a home; it's a battlefield. Leo's family wages war against the "poor girl" who dared enter their world, while Eve struggles to survive their cruelty and her own resentment toward the husband she never wanted. But when she gives birth to his twins(a boy and a girl)everything changes.Love grows in the most unexpected places. Leo discovers the torture his wife endured and unleashes his fury on those who hurt her. His redemption isn't quick or easy, but it's real. And Eve? She learns that sometimes the heart you closed off is the one that needed opening most.From poverty to power. From forced vows to chosen love. From survival to truly living.This is the story of a woman who refused to be broken, two men who wanted to save her, and the billionaire who learned that earning love is harder and more beautiful than buying it.

When Scarlett Hayes discovers her fiancé in bed with her stepsister on the eve of their wedding, she makes a reckless decision that will change her life forever. Armed with a bottle of champagne and a broken heart, she crashes the infamous Wolfe mansion's charity gala and ends up in the bed of Manhattan's most notorious billionaire, Damien Wolfe. Three months later, Scarlett is scrubbing toilets in the same mansion where her life unraveled, hiding two explosive secrets: she's pregnant with Damien's child, and she's actually the missing heiress to the Montgomery fortune, a legacy stolen by her stepmother after her father's suspicious death. Damien Wolfe doesn't do relationships. Haunted by a betrayal that cost him everything, he's built an empire on cold calculation and ruthless deals. But when he discovers his new housekeeper is the mysterious woman from that night and she's carrying his heir,he makes her an offer she can't refuse: a contract marriage, twelve months, no emotions attached. What starts as a transaction becomes a dangerous game of secrets and seduction. As Scarlett navigates high society's treacherous waters while plotting revenge against those who destroyed her family, she finds herself falling for the man who was never supposed to be more than a business arrangement. But Damien has enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy him, and when they discover Scarlett is his weakness, the stakes become deadly. With fortunes on the line, a baby on the way, and the past threatening to consume them both, Scarlett and Damien must decide: is their contract marriage worth fighting for, or will betrayal and revenge tear them apart forever? In a world where love is the ultimate risk and trust is a luxury neither can afford, two broken souls must learn that sometimes the greatest fortune isn't measured in billions,it's found in the courage to let someone in.

When struggling housekeeper Ivy Monroe discovers she's pregnant after a reckless night with her billionaire employer's son, she thinks her life can't get any worse. She's wrong. Fired, humiliated, and desperate, she's ready to disappear into obscurity until ruthless CEO Damien Blackwood makes her an offer she can't refuse: marry him for one year, produce an heir to secure his inheritance, and walk away with ten million dollars. Damien needs a wife, fast. His grandmother's will stipulates he must be married with a child on the way before his thirty-fifth birthday, or his empire goes to his conniving cousin. Ivy, already pregnant and in desperate need of money for her dying mother's medical bills, seems like the perfect solution. It's just business. A contract. No feelings involved. But Ivy is hiding more than her humble origins. Once the wild child of a disgraced political family, she reinvented herself after a betrayal that destroyed everything she loved. Now, forced into Manhattan's glittering high society as Damien's wife, she must face the very people who ruined her:including Damien's ex-fiancée, the woman who orchestrated her downfall. As passion ignites between them despite the coldness of their arrangement, Ivy discovers that Damien's world is built on secrets and lies. His cousin is plotting to destroy him, his ex-fiancée wants him back at any cost, and someone knows exactly who Ivy used to be. When the truth about her past explodes into the present, Ivy must decide: run like she always has, or fight for the life and the love she never expected to find. In a world where everyone has an agenda,and trust is the ultimate luxury, can a marriage built on deception become something real? Or will their billion-dollar lie destroy them both?

I never planned to fall into his bed or his world. After a night of heartbreak and too much champagne, I woke up in the arms of the most powerful man I'd ever met: Adrian Blackwood, the enigmatic billionaire CEO whose name alone made people tremble. I thought it was a mistake, a fleeting one-night stand I'd never speak of again. Until I walked into my new job... and saw him sitting behind the desk, looking at me like I was both his secret and his sin. Adrian was everything I swore to avoid:cold, controlling, and far too dangerous for a woman like me. Yet every glance, every accidental touch pulled me deeper into his orbit. I tried to keep it professional, but his possessive eyes told another story:one filled with obsession, hidden scars, and a hunger that refused to fade. What started as an accident soon became a forbidden entanglement. But in his world of power and deception, love is the most dangerous game of all. And when the past he tried to bury collides with my future, one secret threatens to destroy us both. One night changed everything. Now, I'm either the woman who can save him... Or the one who will bring him to his knees.

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.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

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.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Aurora woke up to the sterile chill of her king-sized bed in Sterling Thorne's penthouse. Today was the day her husband would finally throw her out like garbage. Sterling walked in, tossed divorce papers at her, and demanded her signature, eager to announce his "eligible bachelor" status to the world. In her past life, the sight of those papers had broken her, leaving her begging for a second chance. Sterling's sneering voice, calling her a "trailer park girl" undeserving of his name, had once cut deeper than any blade. He had always used her humble beginnings to keep her small, to make her grateful for the crumbs of his attention. She had lived a gilded cage, believing she was nothing without him, until her life flatlined in a hospital bed, watching him give a press conference about his "grief." But this time, she felt no sting, no tears. Only a cold, clear understanding of the mediocre man who stood on a pedestal she had painstakingly built with her own genius. Aurora signed the papers, her name a declaration of independence. She grabbed her old, phoenix-stickered laptop, ready to walk out. Sterling Thorne was about to find out exactly how expensive "free" could be.

She fell into her sister's trap and had a one night stand that left her pregnant. Four years later, when she returned with her kid, a charming but bossy gentleman entered her life. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she found him familiar, but couldn't figure out why until she saw her son stand next to that man...

I was once a well-known feminist activist, but later I became a gold digger and a submissive wife. To earn money for Frank's medical treatment, I married Zachary and became a stepmother to his autistic son, Erik. Former friends criticized me for degrading myself and cut off contact with me. My life became very narrow; I spent my days meticulously caring for Erik and my nights accompanying Zachary through the ups and downs. In the fifth year of our marriage, Erik's biological mother returned. She was a wealthy heiress, a PhD from a prestigious university, stunningly beautiful, and had built a feminist persona on social media, amassing millions of followers. In comparison, I felt dull and uninteresting, and people found me repulsive. So, I decided to file for divorce.

"I'm in desperate need of money to pay Grandmother's medical fee. I will marry Charles instead of Yvonne as soon as I get the money." When her sister Yvonne ran away from the wedding, Autumn was forced to pretend to be Yvonne and marry Charles. Her only wish was to get a divorce after a year. Charles is rich and powerful. His name had been linked to innumerable ladies. He had different girlfriends for every day of a year. Neither of them had expected that they would fall in love with each other.

On New Year's Eve, Aria Hart watched Julian Lawson come home with an eighteen-year-old model on his arm. Her fingers tightened around the late-stage stomach cancer diagnosis, while he mocked her without even blinking. "If I'm not marrying her, what, you think I should marry you?" Aria had given him ten full years, only to be repaid with the news that Julian was going to marry someone else. This time, she neither argued nor fought. After calling the hospital and agreeing to go abroad for treatment, she quietly disappeared. She thought it would end cleanly there, but after Aria left, Julian completely lost his mind. He ran from his wedding in front of everyone, put all his work on hold, and searched for her across the world. Eventually, he found information about Aria at the hospital. The nurse frowned. "Are you her family member?" Julian nodded urgently. "I'm her husband!" The nurse shook her head. "That's impossible. She said she has no family member. And she isn't here anymore."

Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.