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Billionaires' Regret: My Ex's Nemesis Fathering My Triplets

[Mature Content R18+] [Slow-Burn Dark Romance] Two days before my wedding, my fiancé told me he would marry my twin sister, because it was her dying wish. My family, his family, everyone dear to me, turned me into a villain for being defiant. The decision was final. The bride had changed. They forced me into a golden cage, waiting for my turn to be another substitute. Then he came. The man who should have been my enemy offered his hand. Led us into one wild night. "Be my wife. Six years. Let's have a contract for exactly that long." "You lost your mind. You promised-" "And I'll give you five years. You can be free. Do whatever you want with the Kingston name. I promised that." "Wh... what?" "But you must promise me, you will be back, and let's live like we burn for each other in that last year." "Rafael... what are you planning to?" "Get things back to their right place." I was tired of being anyone's pawn. So, I play my own game. Five years later, I am back. Revenge is an understatement. The price for my suffering is due. My children keep asking for their father. They'll meet him soon, but there's a problem:  I’m not sure who the real father is. "Viona... I never stop loving you. Tell me they are my flesh, right? I want you back. I want us back." My ex-fiancé shamelessly pleaded before me. "They are mine. The four of them are mine." And there he was, my contracted husband declared with a glare that was ready to burn the whole society down. This should be a simple game of power. But love always meddles between the players. ====== Author's Note: This Novel is a character-driven plot with slow-burn smut. Every character has their own motivation and is layered. Every choice has no easy way out. If you enjoy slow burn, this might be to your liking. Please read all the free chapters before you decide to continue or not. Thank you for giving this story a chance.
DP_RINN · 118.5k Views

The Architect's Debt

Title: The Architect’s Debt "I didn't buy your debt to set you free. I bought it to see how you'd look in a cage." In 2026 Mumbai, privacy is a myth and data is the only truth. Meher Khanna learns this the hard way when she signs away her life to save her mother. She expected a cold transaction; she didn’t expect Vedant Raizada. The Owner: Vedant is "The Architect," a man who views the world in blueprints and cold hard steel. He lives in a 16,000-square-foot penthouse that breathes through AI and security sensors. He has no room for emotions, yet he is obsessed with Meher’s defiance. He has made one vow: He will never touch her. Not until she asks. The Prisoner: Meher is a girl of cotton sarees and old-world heart trapped in a world of glass and biometric tracking. She refuses to be another "asset" on Vedant’s balance sheet. But in the silence of the mansion, every heartbeat she has is recorded, and every breath she takes is analyzed by the man watching her through the screens. The Secret: The Raizada mansion is beautiful, but it’s built on a graveyard of secrets. Vanya Raizada, Vedant’s sharp and enigmatic sister, knows the truth about the woman who occupied Meher’s room before her. As the "Ghost" in the servers begins to glitch the house's AI, Meher realizes that the Architect isn't just keeping her in—he’s keeping something else out. In a game of power where the air is thin and the tension is 180°C, Meher must decide: Will she find the flaw in the Architect’s design, or will she succumb to the luxury of his obsession?
Lyra_Wrts · 561 Views

Prosperous Marriage: Married to My Brother-in-law

She, the second daughter of the Bluen consortium, a figure of envy among the rich second generation. No matter who she mentioned, they were all figures that others flocked towards. However, her boyfriend was getting married, but she was not the bride. She, who had always been so noble and lofty, was cruelly abandoned. He, the CEO of Valence Group, the intimidating young master of the Horne family and a prime example of the rich second generation. Little did people know, his bride ran away on the day he planned to register for marriage. He too, was cruelly abandoned. Laughably so, He was her soon-to-be brother-in-law. Seeing her angry and lonely future brother-in-law, she suddenly jeered, "We both have been abandoned. We would make a perfect pair." He pursed his lips in silence. The next day, he took her to the Civil Affairs Office to go through the marriage registration process, having her replace her runaway sister as his bride. (Declaration of Ownership Chapter) "Julia, I now realize that I have always loved you. Do you know that I think of you all the time? I married her just so I could have a secure footing in the company." Her ex-boyfriend, gripping her hand, whispered this soft confession of his misguided actions in the past. Before she could react, a strong hand appeared out of nowhere, fiercely grasping her ex-boyfriend's wrist. He cried out in pain, causing a stir among the guests at the wine party. He stood by her side, one arm draped across her shoulders, gently and passionately smiling while saying, "Wife, tell him, who am I to you?" Gazing at his handsome appearance, noble aura, and two bodyguards following him, her ex-boyfriend's face quickly drained of color, as if he had just realized something. (Cherishing Her Chapter) "Young master, the young mistress said something strange today." The housekeeper, trailing behind him, was reporting her daily activities. "What did she say?" "The young mistress said she wonders if snow flying in June would be beautiful." The housekeeper finished his report and carefully observed his reaction. After all, how could it be possible for there to be falling snow in the scorching heat of June? Once again, he pursed his lips in silence, then silently went upstairs. The next day. As soon as she stepped out of the main house, she was stunned. The sunrise filled the high sky while the expansive courtyard was covered in white snow. It was a vast expanse of white, as if it were midwinter, and countless snowflakes were dancing in the sky. The snowstorm was of extreme beauty.
Gu XingLing · 413.8k Views

Blackmail and roses

We were too close. I knew we were too close, but neither of us moved. The office was dark except for the glow of our laptops. It was past midnight. We'd been working for hours, building the case, connecting pieces, and somewhere along the way we'd ended up on the same side of the desk. Shoulders almost touching. Close enough that I could smell his cologne. "This is a bad idea," I whispered. "I know." "We agreed, Fake engagement. Professional. No complications." "I remember." His eyes dropped to my mouth, lingered there. "Doesn't change the fact that I want to kiss you." My breath caught. "Roman..." "Tell me you don't want it too." His voice was rough, low. "Tell me I'm reading this wrong and I'll move. I'll go back to my side of the desk and we'll pretend this never happened." I should have said it. Should have lied. But I was so tired of lying. "I can't," I whispered. "Can't what?" "Tell you that you're wrong." Something flashed in his eyes—dark, hungry. He leaned in slowly, giving me time to pull away. I didn't. Journalist Amara Reyes has spent sixteen years chasing the truth about her father's death. Heart attack, they said. Case closed. Everyone moved on ,everyone except Amara. Now someone is watching her every move. Roses appear where they shouldn't, messages turn from warnings to threats, and the closer she gets to the truth about what really happened sixteen years ago, the more dangerous everything becomes. Roman Vale is a billionaire CEO who doesn't tolerate loose ends—cold, ruthless, the kind of man who can destroy you with a single phone call. When Amara starts digging into Vale Industries, he sees one thing: a problem that needs handling. But Amara doesn't handle easily. When blackmail forces them into a fake engagement, the line between enemies and allies blurs. She needs his resources, he needs her silence, but the deeper they dig, the more they realize their fathers' deaths sixteen years ago weren't coincidences-they were murders. Two fathers. Two deaths. One killer hiding in plain sight. Trust the wrong person and they're dead. Trust each other and they might just survive. But falling in love? That was never supposed to happen.
Kathywrites · 1.8k Views