Tricy

Synopsis Amelia Williams at twenty-five, is a single mom who is struggling to make ends meet and give her daughter a life different from hers. Like being a single mom is not enough, she finds herself caught up in a love triangle involving two hot billionaires. One was her ex-husband and the other fell in love with her at first sight. Her life took a new turn when she discovered a secret about herself. The secret was a two-edged sword that could save her and hurt her at the same time. Who will she choose between the two billionaires and how will she handle the secret? Find out in this amazing novel.

Mitchell Campbell is a young lady of twenty two years, born into the wealthy Campbell family. The Campbells are currently the third richest family in America and they don't fail to flaunt their riches wherever they go. Chris Rodriguez is a pauper. He lost his parents at a young age and also lost his memory. Chris tried his best but it seems like his best was not enough as he just kept getting poorer with each passing day. He happened to come across Mitchell's father. One thing led to the other and he had to go into a contract marriage with Mitchell. The grandchildren of the Campbells had been put to a test by their grandparents and anyone who passes the test becomes the heir or heiress of the Campbells. At the long run, Chris discovered that he's not a poor guy like he think he is. Actually, he was born with a silver spoon but he lost his memory after his parents death. Many secrets to be revealed and lots of drama to be seen in the Campbell family as the story unfolds. ©️ Tricia

Ae Ri is just like every other human but she woke up one day to discover she has special abilities. She could read the minds of people by just staying close to them. Just when she thought that was all, she discovered another amazing secret. She was a mermaid but how is that possible? She was given birth to by human parents but unfortunately for her, both parent were dead so there was no one she could question about who she is. Ye Jun wakes up one morning to discover his only purpose for being in this world is to protect Ae Ri. A prophecy was made as soon as he was born and there was no way he could escape it. He has to protect the princess because that's his reason for coming to earth. Along with that prophecy, it was stated clearly that Ae Ri and Ye Jun should never fall in love. Ye Jun fell in love with Ae Ri ever before finding out about the prophecy but even after finding out, he still decided to follow his heart. Mi Cha is Ae Ri's rival and major enemy. She poses a threat to Ae Ri in many ways but most importantly, she's bent on stealing Ae Ri's birth right. Fate played a hard one on them when they became best friends but later discovered they were worst enemies. Mi Cha is therefore placed in a difficult position as she has to choose between friendship and the throne. Lots of enemies were created because of a powerful golden crystal that Ae Ri had inside of her which she didn't even know of. Find out what happens in this supernatural and intriguing story. ©️ Tricia

Damon Salvador, a twenty three years old hottie is the only child and heir to the Salvador's properties. His parents passed away when he was seventeen years old and he has taken over all the companies since then. The company is doing great and is among the top five companies in the whole of Korea. Mothers wish their male children will be just like Damon while young men envy him a lot and wish to be in his shoes. Girls are always seen flocking around him but he's got no time for shit like that. The only thing he cares about is working hard so his company can be among the top three. Every lady wants to carry his child so as to be the heir to all his properties but unfortunately for them, Damon isn't interested in all that. Kim Soo Yun is the youngest daughter of the Kim's family. At a young age of twenty two, she has achieved a lot and is currently a top model and K-Pop artist. She has an elder brother and sister. Her elder brother loves her so much and can do anything just for her but reverse is the case for her sister. Kim Sun Hee hates Soo Yun so much that she can't even stand the sight of her. She feels Soo Yun is better than her at everything. Soo Yun has got the right curves! She's a successful model and to top it all, she became a K-Pop idol at the age of seventeen. Being so successful is what made Sun Hee dislike Soo Yun and she vowed to bring her sister down no matter what it takes. Soo Yun was greatly hurt by Sun Hee and so headed to a club without thinking twice. There, she drank herself to stupor in order to erase the sadness she was feeling. Unfortunately for her, she got entangled with Damon who was also looking for someone to pour out his anger on. Poor Soo Yun was used by Damon to satisfy his sexual desires. As soon as he was done defiling her, he fled the club immediately. Kim Soo Yun's whole career came to an end two months after she discovered she was pregnant through the rape. She decided the best thing to do was leave Korea to somewhere else where she started afresh. Ever since Damon left the clubhouse, he always thought about the girl he deflowered and his consciousness won't let him be. He searched for her for close to two years but he couldn't find her and that was because she was wearing a facial mask which he didn't know about. Six years later, she returned to her hometown and decided to start afresh with her child. What happened when Damon ran into Kim Tae Hyun who looks exactly like him? He became confused and decided to carry out a DNA test. There's only one way to find out what Sun Hee did to hurt Soo Yun's feelings so much and also what Damon did after the result of the DNA test came out. That's by following this story till the end! Stay tuned! ©️ Tricia

The story of two completely different people where one is cold hearted and void of emotions while the other is hot tempered and really rude. Andrian Carter is a rich business tycoon that has everything at his beck and call. He's a billionaire at the young age of 20 so wealth and riches mean nothing to him. There's nothing he hates as much as he hates commoners and females in this world. He believes commoners are ill fated people who don't deserve to exist in the world of the rich and he believes females are too weak to exist in this world. He doesn't give a fuck about anyone else except his little sister and he's bossy towards everyone whether young or old. Skylar Brandon is that cold hearted human that behaves like she doesn't have feelings but deep down she's really soft-hearted. She lost her parents at a tender age and is left with the responsibility of taking care of her younger sister on her own. She's really skillful in taekwando and judo because she practices a lot and watch a lot of movies that has to do with that. Things became hard for Skylar when she was sacked from her place of work because she refused to have s*x with a customer. Being a dignified lady, she's still a virgin at the age of 20 and she believes keeping herself for the right man is the right thing to do. She's left with no other choice than to go job hunting with her high school results in order to take care of her younger sister. She happened to come across a vacancy at Andrian's company but her qualifications were not good enough. Andrian picks interest in her and decided to make her his personal chef and P. A. What happens when Andrian is to get married within three months when he doesn't even has a girlfriend? He can't stand the sight of ladies because they irritate him a lot except two. Skylar who managed to catch his attention and Zoey his childhood friend. He's left with two choices. He decides to go into a contract marriage with Skylar since she's the only girl that won't be after his money and he also doesn't want to involve Zoey but will he be able to put up with her behaviour? Can he also control his temper and rude behaviour? Find out in this intriguing story. ©️ Tricia Grab your popcorns 🍿🍿

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

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."

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy-The Nightingale Ranch-as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

For three years, Hilary played the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Julian Carlisle to save her family from financial ruin. But her husband didn't love her; he was busy throwing a birthday party for the five-year-old son he secretly had with his college sweetheart. To keep up appearances, Julian bought Hilary a million-dollar Cartier bracelet, but she soon discovered the exact same jewelry on his mistress's wrist. During a heated confrontation about his lies, Julian accused her of being a hysterical madwoman and violently shoved her away. But he didn't care that her head smashed against the sharp edge of a nightstand, causing a life-threatening cranial hemorrhage. So she was left bleeding and unconscious on the cold floor, while he simply sneered at her. "Stop pretending. I don't have time for these pathetic games." He walked out the door, leaving her alone to die. After a brush with death, her years of unrequited love and hope were completely gone, and she finally gave up. Waking up in the ICU, she calmly looked at Julian's terrified, regretful face and made her final decision. "Mr. Hayes, please deliver the signed divorce papers to my husband immediately."

For three years, Caddie gave up her aerospace engineering career to be Julien's secret girlfriend, quietly writing the core algorithms for his tech company. On their anniversary, she stood outside his apartment with a rare gift, only to hear his friends laughing inside about his "charity project." Julien's voice was ice-cold as he called her a stray puppy. He said she was only useful for debugging his code, and once her final algorithm was finished, she would have no value left. He was already planning to announce his engagement to the wealthy Kiersten Parrish. He bragged that he would just write Caddie a check and kick her out, mocking that without him, she couldn't even afford next month's rent. Caddie leaned against the cold wall, her world shattering. She had turned down top research fellowships and poured her soul into his work, only to be treated as a disposable tool. He actually believed she was just a helpless nobody who relied on his charity. She didn't scream or cry. She simply threw the expensive gift into the trash chute. Logging into his company's secure server, she permanently deleted every single line of code she had ever built for him. Then, she packed her single suitcase, walked out the door, and dialed a number she hadn't called in years. "I'm ready. I want to come home." It was time to reclaim her place as the true billionaire Kensington heiress.

For five years, I was the secret financial mastermind behind the Vipers MC, keeping my boyfriend Douglas and his greedy family afloat. But today, he suddenly dumped me and demoted me to a "Sweetbutt"—the lowest level of club property, available to any patched member. "You'll still be useful around the clubhouse," he said coldly, leaving me to the mercy of his mother Brenda, who immediately ordered me to scrub the toilets. The other girls mocked my fall from grace, expecting me to break down and beg for my old life back. But they didn't know I had just uncovered Douglas's ultimate betrayal: he had used the wealth I built to secretly fund a whole new life and a hidden son with another woman in Arizona. He actually thought I would quietly accept being stripped of my dignity and passed around the clubhouse, while he built his perfect legacy on my dime. Worse, his family tried to use my sudden vulnerability to feed me to Ardell Cameron, the ruthless president of a rival MC who had a decade-old blood vendetta against me. They thought they were throwing a helpless, discarded woman to the wolves to save their own skins. They had no idea they just handed a queen the perfect reason to burn their entire kingdom to the ground. I didn't shed a single tear. Instead, I smiled, opened my hidden ledgers, and began to call in every single debt they owed.

I was sweating on a stained cot in a rundown clinic, enduring agonizing labor to deliver my twins. My boyfriend, Viper, the President of the Raven MC, was right next door. But he wasn't there to support me. He was buying the whole clubhouse a round of drinks to celebrate his new girlfriend's birthday. Instead of coming to see his newborn children, he sent a thug with a loaded Glock and a legal contract. The prospect shoved the cold steel against my forehead, demanding I sign my parental rights over to the club and walk away with nothing. If I refused, he promised to dump our bodies in the swamp. In the hallway, the club girls laughed, calling me a worthless charity case. "Sign the paper, or I leave three corpses in this bed." I clutched my fragile babies to my chest, my heart turning to dead ash. I had given that man my youth and loyalty, only to be discarded like trash. I didn't understand how someone could be so ruthlessly cruel to his own flesh and blood. Before the hammer could drop, a mysterious man in a tailored suit calmly walked in and shattered the prospect's wrist. He took one look at the faded scar on my shoulder, ran a rapid blood test, and revealed a truth that shook my world. I wasn't an unpatched stray, but the long-lost daughter of the most feared motorcycle club president in the country. Now, with a two-hundred-bike army at my back, it was my turn to hunt.