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The Billionaire I Loathe

Liora Hale has spent a decade plotting revenge against the man who ruined her family. Adrian Everhart, the cold, arrogant billionaire CEO of Everhart Global, personally signed off on the hostile takeover that bankrupted her father’s company and shattered her world. She never forgot. She never forgave. Now she works under him recommended straight to his desk by the very team that praised her talent. From their first clash, sparks fly: sharp words, defiant stares, and a loathing so thick it’s almost electric. Adrian is intrigued by the one woman who refuses to bow. Liora is determined to destroy him. When a crucial merger with old-money traditionalists requires proof of “stability,” Adrian proposes the unthinkable: pose as his fiancée for one month. Promotion, power, and a front-row seat to his empire in exchange. She says yes, not for love, but for vengeance. Fake dates. Shared suites. “Practice” touches that linger too long. Every staged smile and charged glance brings her closer to the proof she needs to expose him. But the closer she gets, the more she sees: the fatigue behind his steel-gray eyes, the quiet protectiveness in his commands, the way he says her name like it’s a secret he’s keeping from himself. As evidence piles up and the lines between hate and desire blur, Liora faces the ultimate test: finish the revenge she’s lived for… or risk falling for the billionaire she swore to loathe forever. Enemies by blood. Fiancés by contract. What happens when revenge starts feeling like surrender?
liora9066 · 5.3k Views

Contract Marriage with My Secret Partner in Crime

[COMPLETED] Zephany Draven is a shy, clumsy celebrity journalist who is constantly ridiculed for not getting the big scoops. She is soft-spoken and easily intimidated, so she looks weak. However, behind closed doors, she's Eclipse, an altogether tougher, loud-mouthed agent and quite ruthless and efficient. Kendrick Montclair is a gentle, positive artist who loves his family and remains optimistic despite his struggles. His gentle nature makes him easy to take advantage of. But secretly, he's Obscura, a cold, ruthless agent who is efficient and silent. Both work as partners in a secret organization that preserves hidden truths erased by governments, yet they remain completely unaware of each other's true identities. Their goal is to reach the highest level of clearance to access classified information. But just when they're on the verge of success, they fail. Then, a mysterious man appears with an offer—a contract marriage in exchange for the information they desperately seek. Trapped with no alternative, they sign the deal, having no idea that they just married their secret partner in crime. But neither expected what would happen next. ------------- Kendrick and Zephany sat by the glass wall, waiting for their food when a car suddenly crashed through. Kendrick pulled Zephany to safety just in time, but both got small cuts from the broken glass. "Are you okay?" they asked, checking each other. To their astonishment, the cuts healed before their eyes. Their minds raced. "Beside me, the only person I know who has that ability is." "No! She can't be that loud, short-tempered woman!" "No! He can't be that silent, obnoxious man!" "Did I marry my secret partner in crime?" They both shuddered at the thought.
Air_Ace · 406.6k Views

Sold To The Frost Alpha

Selene Jameson has always been the family stain, unwanted daughter, shadow to the golden children. The night her mother dies saving her life, Selene loses the only person who ever loved her. When Atlas D'Angelo, the boy she gave everything to, betrays her in the cruelest way possible, she vows never to beg for love again. But fate has darker plans. On the night Selene finally tastes freedom, fame, money, a future of her own her family sells her to a supernatural auction. She's thrust into a hidden world ruled by lycans who see humans as nothing more than commodity. Then he buys her. Mikhail Morozov, Wintercrest Alpha and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. Feared across Nocturna, Lycan Realm. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne built on blood and betrayal, the last thing he needs is a defiant human girl with a sharp tongue and darker humor than his sins. But Selene isn't human. She bears the Crescent, a mark of ancient power that could save the Nocturna or destroy it. When Kustav Volkov, a rival ruthless Alpha, is revealed to be Selene's father, he lays his claim on her. Mikhail offers Selene a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection under lycan law. But this marriage of convenience will be anything but convenient. *** "And you smell good," I interrupted, words tumbling out before I could stop them. "Really good. Like winter but not the terrifying kind. The beautiful kind. With snow and—" I scrunched my nose, grasping for the description. "Those delicate frost patterns that appear on glass." Mikhail produced a sound deep in his chest that could've been a growl or a chuckle or something caught between. "Why are there two staircases?" I blurted suddenly, fixating on the duplicated grand stairway looming before us. "Is this intentional? Seems ridiculously excessive." "There's only one staircase, moya." "Are you certain? Because I'm definitely seeing two. Perhaps you require vision correction. Do lycans need glasses? That would be hilarious. Tiny spectacles perched on a massive terrifying wolf—" "Selene." His voice emerged strained, taut in a manner that penetrated even through my fog. "You need to stop talking." I peered up at him, hurt piercing through the pleasant haze. "Why? Am I irritating you? I'm sorry. I'll stay quiet." "No." The word escaped sharp, nearly anguished. "You're not irritating me. You're—" He severed the sentence, jaw clenching so viciously I witnessed the muscle twitch. "Just... rest." But I didn't want rest. I wanted to comprehend why his expression appeared like that—all rigid and ravenous and something else I couldn't identify. "Are you alright?" I asked, raising my hand toward his jaw. He intercepted my wrist before contact, his hold gentle yet unyielding. "Don't." "Why not?" "Because I'm barely maintaining control as it is, and if you touch me right now—" He halted abruptly, eyes compressing shut momentarily. "Just don't." That should've frightened me. The ferocity in his tone, the way his restraint appeared to unravel at the seams. But intoxicated-me simply smiled, inexplicably pleased. Then I caught the way his gaze dropped. Just for a fraction of a heartbeat. To my mouth. Heat bloomed through my chest, spreading like wildfire. "You want to kiss me," I breathed, the revelation making me giddy. His eyes snapped back to mine, glacial blue turned predatory. "Kissing," he said slowly, voice dropping an octave, "doesn't even begin to scratch the surface of what I want to do to you." The air left my lungs. His grip on my wrist shifted, thumb finding my pulse point. Pressing there. Feeling the frantic rhythm he'd caused. "Kissing is gentle," he continued, leaning in just enough that his breath ghosted across my lips. Close enough to take. Close enough to claim. But he didn't. "Kissing is sweet. What I want?" His eyes dragged down my face, my throat, lower then back up with deliberate slowness. "There's nothing gentle about it."
Lilac_Everglade · 29.9k Views

THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND

She didn't plan to summon a demon. She planned to survive the night. When Lyra Voss watches her own fiancé marry her sister at an altar she was supposed to stand at — then gets arrested for a crime her uncle spent months building against her — survival stops being a figure of speech. Framed, abandoned, and locked out of everything she ever called home, she finds the only thing left in her possession: her grandmother's journal, a summoning ritual, and the desperate kind of courage that doesn't feel like courage at all. What answers her blood isn't what she expected. Kael is ancient, impossibly still, and bound to her side for one year by a contract written in her own blood. He speaks like a lawyer and moves like something that has never needed to hurry because it has always been the most dangerous thing in the room. He promises her two things: her name cleared, and everyone who touched her life made to regret it. In exchange, he wants only one thing from her. The truth. Always. What neither of them anticipates is what a year under the same roof does to indifference. How pretending becomes practicing. How practicing becomes real. How a woman who stopped trusting her own heart learns to read his — and discovers that a creature who has lived three thousand years in perfect, ruthless control has never once in all that time felt anything like this. The contract has an expiration date. Their feelings don't. The Devil I Called Husband is a slow-burn paranormal romance about the bargains we make when we're broken, the people who stay even when nothing requires them to, and what happens when the fine print of a blood contract turns out to be the least binding thing between two people who were never supposed to fall in love. Some deals change everything. This one changes both of them.
2game · 3k Views

TERMS AND CONDITIONS:LOVE NOT INCLUDED

Wren Calloway has exactly two things going for her: a steady job at a diner she loves, and a dream she hasn't been able to afford yet. Then a man in a suit that costs more than her rent sits down in her section — not to order food, but to offer her a contract. One year of marriage. Five million dollars. And a credit card with no limit. Beckett Harlow doesn't want a wife. He wants his inheritance. His dying father's will is brutally simple — marry within six months or watch the billion-dollar Harlow empire pass to a cousin who'll burn it to the ground. The only woman his father will accept is the waitress who's been serving him decaf every Tuesday for three years. Beckett thinks she's a gold-digger. She thinks he's an insufferable prick. They're both wrong. They just don't know it yet. What starts as a transaction — signed, sealed, strategically airtight — cracks open the moment they're forced to actually live together. Because you can't share a kitchen at 2 a.m., carry someone inside when they've fallen asleep in the car, or hold a man's hand in the doorway of his dead brother's life without the contract becoming irrelevant. The elite world they're navigating is vicious, the opposition is relentless, and the clock is always running. But the real war isn't in the boardroom. It's in the space between two people who agreed to perform love and accidentally started feeling it. Terms and Conditions: Love Not Included is a slow-burn romance about what happens when the deal expires and neither party wants to leave — 140 chapters of tension, tenderness, and the quiet devastation of falling for someone you were never supposed to keep. The terms were simple. The feelings didn't get the memo.
2game · 5.7k Views

The Shadow Queen’s Gambit: His Ruin, My Rebirth

The river was cold, but the betrayal was colder.” Three years ago, Ariana Blake was the world’s most envied woman. Married to the powerful CEO Alexander Knight, she thought she was living a fairy tale. But on a rainy midnight, that dream shattered. A calculated accident, a scream lost in the wind, and a husband who watched from the shore as her car plunged into the icy depths of the Thames. The world declared her dead. Alexander moved on to the woman who pulled the strings of her murder. But ghosts don't stay buried forever. Saved from the wreckage by the enigmatic and lethal billionaire Ethan Blackwood, Ariana Blake died in that water. In her place, Aria Blackwood was born—a woman with eyes of sapphire ice and a heart forged in the fires of vengeance. Now, she’s back. Not as a victim, but as a Queen. As Aria steps back into the high-stakes world of London’s elite, Alexander is haunted by her resemblance to the wife he discarded. He’s a man drowning in regret, realizing too late that he was a puppet in his father's deadly game for the 'Phoenix Fund'—a billion-dollar legacy that only Aria can unlock. But in this game of shadows, love is the deadliest weapon. Is Ethan Blackwood her savior, or is he just a smarter predator waiting for her to sign away her soul? One woman. Two monsters. A billion-dollar lie. Alexander wants her back. Victoria wants her dead. Ethan wants to own her. But Aria? Aria wants them all to burn.
Chota_Samandar · 1.5k Views