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Sarah had planned her life to follow in the footsteps of her father and become a well known renowned journalist. She was on the verge of completing her journalism course when her father had to marry her off in an arranged marriage to the son of a powerful mayor, Andrew. A closed door agreement to save his company.
"No... no... no, Dad! What did you just say?" Sarah's voice was filled with disbelief. She rubbed her forehead, trying to stay calm, but the disappointment was clear on her face. She stood stiffly in front of her father, who sat on the couch, looking far too composed for her liking.
"I'm doing this for you, for us," Mr. Simon said, his voice steady but not entirely convincing.
Sarah let out a dry, humorless laugh as she sat down on the sofa next to him. "I can't believe you, Dad. How could you make such a big decision without even asking me?" she asked, her eyes searching his face for some sign of regret.
Mr. Simon shifted slightly, avoiding her gaze. "Listen, Sarah," he started, his voice softer now. "I have to save the comp-"
"My life matters too, Dad!" Sarah snapped, cutting him off. Her arms crossed tightly over her chest, and she looked away, her anger growing. "I won't agree to this marriage," she said firmly, shaking her head.
Mr. Simon's calm demeanor cracked as his voice turned stern. "Young woman!" he said, his tone filled with authority. "You will agree to this marriage, whether you like it or not!" He stomped his foot on the floor, his frustration boiling over. "Get ready, because you're getting married today."
"What?" Sarah's voice rose in shock, her eyes wide as she stood. "This can't be real. I thought you cared about me-about my life, my dreams, my career as a journalist!"
Mr. Simon sighed deeply, his face briefly softening before he spoke again. "I do care, Sarah. But this is the only way to save the company."
Sarah shook her head in disbelief, her voice rising with frustration. "So, saving the company means sacrificing your own daughter's dreams?" she asked, her tone laced with a mixture of hurt and anger. Mr. Simon looked away, unable to meet her gaze or offer an answer. His silence was deafening.
"I knew it," Sarah muttered bitterly, spinning on her heels and storming out of the house. Her footsteps echoed loudly against the floor as she made her way to the driveway.
"Sarah, wait!" Mr. Simon called out, rushing after her. "Where are you going? Come back here!"
But Sarah ignored him, her mind clouded with rage and disappointment. She climbed into her father's car, slammed the door, and revved the engine. Without a second thought, she sped out of the compound, barely missing the startled gateman who jumped out of the way as the car hurtled past.
The highway was busy, but Sarah's anger fueled her reckless driving. She drove for several kilometers, desperate to find some space to think and cool down. Her grip on the steering wheel was tight, her thoughts racing. She barely noticed the traffic lights turning red as she approached an intersection.
A truck barreled down the crossroad, its horn blaring. Sarah saw it too late. The impact was deafening, a violent collision that sent her car somersaulting multiple times before it slammed into the wall of a nearby coffee shop.
When the car finally came to a stop, it was a mangled wreck. Sarah lay inside, barely conscious, her body battered and bleeding. Her neck was twisted painfully, and every movement sent waves of agony through her. Within minutes, the wail of sirens pierced the air as an ambulance arrived. Paramedics carefully pulled her from the wreckage and rushed her to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Andrew stood in front of the mirror in his room, adjusting his white suit. His expression was blank, almost resigned, as he prepared for the wedding he didn't want. Yet, he knew it wasn't about what he wanted. This was a transaction-a deal to preserve power, silence questions, and cement alliances.
"You look sharp, son," came the voice of Mr. Philips, the mayor, as he entered the room. He smiled proudly at his son, his own suit perfectly pressed and his presence commanding as always.
"Thanks, Dad," Andrew replied, his voice flat but polite. He straightened his tie, glancing at his father through the mirror. The white suit fit perfectly, but it felt more like a costume than anything else.
"This marriage is an opportunity, Andrew," Mr. Philips said, moving closer and placing a firm hand on his son's shoulder. His voice was low but filled with authority. "It will strengthen our position and secure the family's grip on power and wealth. Don't forget that."
"I know, Dad," Andrew said with a small, hollow smile. "I'll make you-"
His words were cut off by the sudden ringing of Mr. Philips' phone. The mayor frowned and stepped back, fishing his phone from his pocket. He glanced at the screen, his face darkening slightly as he answered the call.
"Oh, it's the bride's father calling," Mr. Philips said, smiling as he showed Andrew the phone screen before answering it.
"Hello, Mr. Mayor," Mr. Simon said, his voice trembling as though the words were hard to speak. "There's a problem."
Mr. Philips quickly removed his glasses, his eyebrows rising in confusion. "And what kind of problem are we talking about, Mr. Simon?" he asked, his tone stern and serious.
"Sarah... she's in the hospital. She had an accident," Mr. Simon replied, his voice shaky and filled with worry.
"What?" Mr. Philips yelled, his face twisting in frustration. He ran a hand down his face, his anger building with each second. "Listen, Mr. Simon, this wedding has to happen! I've invited some of the most powerful and respected people in the country. I can't have you and your daughter embarrassing me like this!"
"But... but Mr. Mayor, she's unconscious! How am I supposed to fix this?" Mr. Simon asked, his own frustration starting to show in his voice.
"Fix it," Mr. Philips barked, his voice cold and sharp. "You've got one hour. I don't care what you have to do-even if it means taking the wedding to the hospital-just make sure it happens." Without waiting for a reply, he ended the call.
Angela, a powerful and hardworking werewolf who had suffered terrible heartbreak and shame. Her mate, the one she was meant for, rejected her, leaving her humiliated. The agony of his rejection caused the collapse of her family, as she couldn't bring herself to forgive him for what he did. Desperate to escape the grief and disorder, Angela left her pack and moved to the human city to start anew. There, she began to rebuild her life, finding a small sense of peace and direction. But just as things were settling down, fate had other plans for her.
Sarah thought her marriage was her chance at happiness after a lifetime of hardship. She believed Jake, her husband, loved her, but dark secrets emerge, exposing that she is only a stand-in for Isabel, his brother's wife. Isabel, a woman who took over Sarah's life and stole her chance at gratitude, controls Sarah's world with manipulation and cruelty. As Sarah's pregnancy and plans to escape unravel, she discovers a way out with the surprising return of a man thought lost forever. But can she escape the cage they've built around her, or is it too late?
The last thing Amelia wanted after her breakup was drama that put her on her toes, but that wasn't going to happen anytime soon with Billionaire playboy Alexander Sinclair on her heels. Alexander Sinclair had a bad habit, he just couldn't take no for an answer no matter what it was. So when he had made a drastic move to ask Amelia out on a date in an interview when the entire world was watching and she outrightly disregarded him, he saw that as a challenge. No one had ever rejected him before until her. So the chase began.
Sophia, who everyone thought was a human was mated to the next to be Alpha of the Crescent moon park, Abel. Abel hated the fact that he was mated to a human and a human would become his luna. Abel wanted a strong mate that would become a luna, he wanted to become the strongest alpha that the Crest moon pack have ever had and he wanted a strong luna by his side. Sophia had overheard Abel talking to his friends about how he didn't like her and wanted to reject her. Sophia was heart broken, she had tried so hard for Abel to accept her. As Abel rejected her as his Luna Sophia could not hold the pain, so far nobody wanted her, she had caused so much pain to her adopted family, people insulted them cause they adopted her. Sophia ran out the pack in tears, she was eager to end her life, eager to free everyone from her weak self. Abel wants her gone, he wants her dead, maybe it was her time to finally go. Sophia ran to the mountains with tears and a broken heart she jumped down the cliff into the water.
Synopsis Onika Orion, a self-made publicist and artist, is stunned when Nathan McAlison, the billionaire who broke her heart seven years ago, reappears in her life. Nathan, under pressure from his company's board to marry or lose his job, turns to Onika for help. Onika is deeply wounded by their past, and she is determined to hold him accountable for the awful agony he caused. Nathan's unexpected proposal throws Onika into a flurry of emotions and decisions. She initially sees it as an opportunity for vengeance, but as she spends more time with Nathan, old emotions surface, testing her resolve. To make matters worse, Nathan's manipulative mother, Willow, and his deceitful fiancée, Gina, intend to destroy Onika's future. As Onika navigates these perilous waters, she discovers an unexpected friend in Kent Leonard, Nathan's business adversary with his own grudge. Kent's reasons, however, become increasingly questionable as his obsession with Onika grows. The tension builds to a climax as Onika learns the truth about Nathan's past and Kent's deception. A series of dramatic encounters occur, culminating in a final clash that puts everyone's life in danger. In a thrilling climax, Onika must choose whether to forgive Nathan and pursue a future with him, or to allow her need for vengeance consume them both. Contract Marriage with My Billionaire Ex is a thrilling story of love, retribution, and redemption, complete with twists, betrayals, and an unlikely romance.
HOW DO YOU FLUSH TWELVE years of marriage down the drain? Can you flush twelve years of marriage down the drain? When Richard, Flora's husband of a dozen years, tells her that he fathered a child outside of their marriage, her whole life plan is turned upside down. While she freely admits that she's been married to her career, she thought they were on the same page: she'd make partner at her corporate law firm, his construction firm would thrive, and then they'd start a family. They'd be financially secure – creating a life without the money worries they both grew up with. That's why Flora couldn't process what Richard was telling her.
As far as everyone was concerned, William had married Renee under duress. Now that his one true love was back—and with child—they couldn’t wait for him to abandon Renee. Surprisingly, Renee was candid about the situation. "To be honest, I’m the one asking for a divorce every single day. I want it even more than any of you!" But they brushed off her remark as a paltry attempt to save face. Until William made a declaration himself. "Divorce is out of the question. Anyone who spreads false rumors shall face legal consequences!" Renee was at a loss. What was this crazy man up to now?
Due to the plight of her family, Phoebe had no choice but to embark on the path of selling herself. In an accident, she had a tangled night with Alexander. Everything began to derail, and even if she fled to the ends of the earth, she would still be found by him and entangled... *** Phoebe screamed in frustration, "What do you want from me?" What was this supposed to be? He raised an eyebrow wickedly. "What do I want? You'll find out soon enough." With that, he hoisted her up and carried her back into the office. The door slammed shut with a kick, and he cleared the desk with a sweep of his arm before laying her down on it, his body pinning hers in place, completely trapping her in his grasp. Every cell in his body was telling him he wanted her. He wanted to claim her again. This time, there would be no escape for her-he wouldn't let her slip away. Never again. If he had suffered for five years, then this woman wouldn't get off easily either!
Ethan always viewed Nyla as a compulsive liar, while she saw him as aloof and insensitive. Nyla had cherished the notion that she was dear to Ethan, yet she felt coldly rejected when she realized her place in his heart was insignificant. No longer trying to break through his coldness, she stepped back, only for him to alter his approach unexpectedly. She challenged him, "If you trust me so little, why keep me around?" Ethan, who had once carried himself with pride, now stood before her with a humble plea. "Nyla, I've made mistakes. Please don't walk away from me."
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."