The Trillionare is Mine

When Ronan accidentally texts her ex-boyfriend Gideon to assemble her bed, she doesn't expect him to show up-or to reignite old sparks in the most awkward of ways. But between steamy misunderstandings, mischievous matchmaking, and a very suspicious medical intern named Tobias, Gideon begins to suspect he's caught in a love triangle. For a man who thought he had moved on, Gideon is hopelessly drawn back to Ronan's chaotic world, where laughter and scandals are interwoven. Can they navigate love's messy strings and accept they just might be each other's fate?

**Blurb**: When Blondie Apple escapes to Texas City for a fresh start, the last thing she expects is to be forcefully kissed by a mysterious, infuriatingly handsome stranger in the middle of the street. But that's exactly what happens when she crosses paths with Cavan Noah-a man whose breathtaking looks are matched only by his audacious arrogance. Caught in a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Cavan uses Blondie as an unwitting pawn to evade his pursuers. Furious and determined to hold him accountable, Blondie demands an apology, only to be swept into a whirlwind of danger, secrets, and unexpected passion. In a city where no one dares to defy him, Blondie's fiery spirit is a rare challenge to Cavan's dominance. But as the lines between hostility and attraction blur, both are forced to confront truths about themselves-and the undeniable spark that ignites every time they're near. In a tale of bold clashes and stolen kisses, **"An Unwanted Kiss"** will keep you on the edge of your seat, where every twist hides a secret and every touch threatens to break the walls around their hearts. Will Blondie hold her ground, or will Cavan's dangerous allure sweep her away?

On a dark and windy night, I found myself kissed by a handsome stranger-not just once, but twice! Who does he think I am, someone he can just kiss whenever he feels like it? And now he's saying he should take responsibility, get engaged, even marry me? Absolutely not! I left home to escape an arranged marriage, and now this man suddenly thinks he can swoop in and propose? No way... But why does this school seem filled with handsome guys? There are the cold ones, the gentle ones, and those with a devilish charm-and they all seem to have their eyes on me.

Rumors about Ethan Joseph's fiancée painted a picture of someone from the countryside-plain, uneducated, and as dull as a straw bag. But when Cheryl Margaret appeared at the banquet, she turned those rumors on their head. "This is far from ugly!" "Isn't that the Movie Emperor's younger sister?" "Her father is the world's richest man?" "And the mysterious designer Leo? That's her?" One by one, the crowd's preconceptions crumbled, leaving them in stunned silence. Yet, despite the surprise, Ethan Joseph's disinterest was evident. Then came a jaw-dropping announcement from Ethan's Group's official Instagram account: "Getting along very well, preparing for marriage." The reaction was unanimous disbelief.

Blurb: I'm Flora Grace, the only daughter of the Grace family, my parents were involved in a ghastly motor accident, which led to their death, leaving me alone to survive. I struggled with no one to assist or cater for my needs, I left my parents house where they were buried. After being rejected by my uncles and aunties, in our family house, I was banished by them, looking for a means to survive. But then I met Mark Grifford, he is tall, handsome with a good build and nicely trimmed mustache, his reassuring words and his kindness made me realised, I still have a reason to live, Mark is the Man of My dreams.

Five years of devotion ended when Brynn was left at the altar, watching Richard rush to his true love. Knowing she could never thaw his cold heart, Brynn walked away, ready to start over. After a night of drinking, she woke beside the last man she should ever cross-Nolan, her brother's arch-enemy. As she tried to escape, he caught her, murmuring, "You kissed me all night. Leaving isn't an option." The world saw Nolan as cold and distant, but with Brynn, he indulged her every desire. He even bought her a whole village and held her close, his voice low, deep, and endlessly tempting, his robe falling open to reveal his toned abs. "Want to feel it?"

Two years of marriage left Brinley questioning everything, her supposed happiness revealed as nothing but sham. Abandoning her past for Colin, she discovered only betrayal and a counterfeit wedding. Accepting his heart would stay frozen, she called her estranged father, agreeing to the match he proposed. Laughter followed her, with whispers of Colin's power to toss her aside. Yet, she reinvented herself-legendary racer, casino mastermind, and acclaimed designer. When Colin tried to reclaim her, another man pulled Brinley close. "She's already carrying my child. You can't move on?"

Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."

For three years, I was the perfect, invisible wife. My husband, Jaden, called the songs I poured my soul into "trash," then secretly fed them to his pop-star mistress to make her famous. Then one night, after being drugged at a gala, I woke up in a stranger's bed. It wasn't just the betrayal that shattered me; it was the soul-deep certainty that this powerful, dangerous man was my true fated mate. I fled home in a panic, only to find a message on Jaden's phone confirming my worst fears. His mistress, the woman singing my songs on the radio, was pregnant with the baby he'd always told me I was too weak to carry. The nightmare deepened when I learned the identity of the man from the hotel. He was Carter Mcclain, the ruthless Alpha King-and my husband's older brother. He looked at me with eyes that knew my secret, his cruel smirk promising that my life was now a game for his amusement. Jaden had stolen my music, my dream of a family, and my future, leaving me trapped between his betrayal and his terrifying brother. He thought he had broken me, leaving me with nothing. He forgot he left me with the rage that wrote the songs. And I was about to write their final, brutal verse.

I spent four hours preparing a five-course meal for our fifth anniversary. When Jackson finally walked into the penthouse an hour late, he didn't even look at the table. He just dropped a thick Manila envelope in front of me and told me he was done. He said his stepsister, Davida, was getting worse and needed "stability." I wasn't his wife; I was a placeholder, a temporary fix he used until the woman he actually loved was ready to take my place. Jackson didn't just want a divorce; he wanted to erase me. He called me a "proprietary asset," claiming that every design I had created to save his empire belonged to him. He froze my bank accounts, cut off my phone, and told me I’d be nothing without his name. Davida even called me from her hospital bed to flaunt the family heirloom ring Jackson claimed was lost, mocking me for being "baggage" that was finally being cleared out. I stood in our empty home, realizing I had spent five years being a martyr for a man who saw me as a transaction. I couldn't understand how he could be so blind to the monster he was protecting, or how he could discard me so coldly after I had given him everything. I grabbed my hidden sketchbook, shredded our wedding portrait, and walked out into the rain. I dialed a number I hadn't touched in years—a dangerous man known as The Surgeon who dealt in debts and shadows. I told him I was ready to pay his price. Jackson and Davida wanted to steal my identity, but I was about to show the world the literal scars they had left behind.

I was four months pregnant, weighing over two hundred pounds, and my heart was failing from experimental treatments forced on me as a child. My doctor looked at me with clinical detachment and told me I was in a death sentence: if I kept the baby, I would die, and if I tried to remove it, I would die. Desperate for a lifeline, I called my father, Francis Acosta, to tell him I was sick and pregnant. I expected a father's love, but all I got was a cold, sharp blade of a voice. "Then do it quietly," he said. "Don't embarrass Candi. Her debutante ball is coming up." He didn't just reject me; he erased me. My trust fund was frozen, and I was told I was no longer an Acosta. My fiancé, Auston, had already discarded me, calling me a "bloated whale" while he looked for a thinner, wealthier replacement. I left New York on a Greyhound bus, weeping into a bag of chips, a broken woman the world considered a mistake. I couldn't understand how my own father could tell me to die "quietly" just to save face for a party. I didn't know why I had been a lab rat for my family’s pharmaceutical ambitions, or how they could sleep at night while I was left to rot in the gray drizzle of the city. Five years later, the doors of JFK International Airport slid open. I stepped onto the marble floor in red-soled stilettos, my body lean, lethal, and carved from years of blood and sweat. I wasn't the "whale" anymore; I was a ghost coming back to haunt them. With my daughter by my side and a medical reputation that terrified the global elite, I was ready to dismantle the Acosta empire piece by piece. "Tell Francis to wash his neck," I whispered to the skyline. "I'm home."