2788 Book(s) Related to my regrate ceo

On our fifth wedding anniversary, I received a bouquet of red roses from my husband, Gabriel.

The problem was, I was severely allergic to roses — something I'd told him countless times.

"Same order number, two deliveries," the delivery man said casually, glancing at his clipboard.

My blood ran cold.

The man who'd claimed he had to work late — who couldn't even spare me a simple "Happy anniversary" — was at that very moment holding another woman in his arms. Nine hundred and ninety-nine roses. A designer handbag. Diamond jewelry. And on his face, a tender smile I hadn't seen once in five years of marriage.

For him, I had given up everything. I'd gone from being the pampered darling of the Rivers family to a wife crammed into a tiny apartment, comparing prices across three different grocery stores just to stretch every dollar. I'd filed down every sharp edge I had. Swallowed every last ounce of my pride.

And yet here he was — while I was still carrying his child — lavishing the very best of everything on someone else.

Gabriel, you dare betray me?

Then that CEO seat? Consider it gone.

A once-formidable heiress, dulled and diminished by love, was about to reclaim everything she'd lost. The masks were coming off.

And the reckoning was just beginning.

The first thing I do with my second chance is sell off my perfect fiancé for ten million dollars.

The first time around, I became someone else for Julian Whitmore.

He likes nude-toned dresses. Hates when I wear anything with color. He won't let me have more than one glass of champagne in public. Won't let me laugh too loud. Won't let me initiate anything in bed.

His voice is always so calm, like he's correcting a disobedient pet.

I spend three years turning myself into what he wants: docile, proper, flawless. Until depression drags me under. Until that night I lay in the bathtub and watched the water turn red.

When I die, he's still downstairs in his study, editing my speech for tomorrow's charity gala.

When I open my eyes again, I'm sitting in the Winters' living room with that unsigned arrangement in front of me.

This time? Fuck perfect.

But when he lifts that veil at the wedding and realizes the bride isn't me, this man who's spent his whole life in control completely loses it.

On our one-year anniversary, my husband Julian gifted me an antique ring.
Putting it on cost me everything.
I miscarried, grew paralyzed, and rapidly withered into a husk. And Julian? He convinced everyone that the trauma had simply driven a grieving mother insane.
Eventually, even I believed him.
It wasn’t until the moment of my murder that the truth finally clicked.
The ring wasn't a blessing; it was a parasitic siphon.
Then, I opened my eyes—
I was back at the anniversary dinner.

On a rainy night, I lay in a pool of my own blood, barely alive.
My wife, Juliana, was kneeling beside a man named Sebastian. "Take my husband's blood! I will take full responsibility if anything happens!"
Drop by drop, my lifeblood was drained from me, flowing into the body of her first love.
After three days and nights of struggling in the ICU, I finally regained consciousness, only to hear her scornful words outside the door: "Sacrificing a mediocre researcher for the health of my Muse is a worthwhile trade."
So, the five years of tender affection, the specially prepared nutritional soups she brought me every night—it was all to squeeze the last drop of blood from me.
She thought I would remain in the dark like a loyal dog, letting her take whatever she wanted.
Too bad she didn't know that I had quietly poured out that "medicine" and called the Security Bureau.
It was time for the hunter and the prey to switch roles.

Three years ago, I devoted my family's entire fortune to rescue my husband from the mire of impending bankruptcy. I once believed this was a mutual journey of love, until that day revealed the chilling truth — I had merely been nurturing a self-consuming wolf.
The metallic scent of blood still hung in the air of the delivery room when he signed the document relinquishing life support, trading our newly born child for a flicker of hope for his beloved.
As I lay in a pool of blood, dialing his number, I could hear the heavy breaths of him and his mistress on the other end.
The explosion of the yacht cast flames upon the sea, and in that life-or-death moment, he unhesitatingly let go of my hand.
They all believed I had perished beneath the waves.
Very well.
Now, my wedding invitation lies within his reach.

I helped him claw his way up from nothing—from the family's bastard to king of the underworld.

I saved him when he got jumped in the streets. Took bullets for him when his father beat him half dead. We fought our way up from nothing, survived assassination attempts, built an empire that made people fear our name.

I thought we'd always stand together.

Until the day I nearly died giving birth, and all I found in the bassinet was a stack of cash.

I asked him where our baby was. He couldn't look me in the eye. His stepmother walked out holding my son. Smiled and said she deserved this, a child of her own, since she couldn't have one herself. He'd given my baby to another woman.

Turns out he'd been sleeping with her the whole time.

I threw the money in his face. I spent the next six years trying to get my son back.

Last week, when some small-time gang grabbed him, I went in alone with a gun. Bullets flew past my ears, kicked up concrete dust. I fought my way to the back and pulled him out. At the hospital, he pushed me away, crying, "Why'd you have to come?! We could've been a real family by now! Just leave! Leave me alone!"

I stared at his small face for a long time.

Finally, I said, "Call me mom one last time. Then I'll let you go."

I just got out of prison after three years, and my family wants me to go back in.
"It's only three days," they said. "You survived three years—what's three more days?"
What they don't know: I'm dying. The only thing keeping me alive is my mate bond. Three days away from Everett means death.
For three years in prison, someone sent me food every week. No note, no name. I thought it meant my family still loved me.
I was so grateful.
I didn't know it was my twin sister. I didn't know what was inside.

The new member posted a yacht contract to the club group chat on her first day in. The caption read: Thanks for the birthday present, Dad 🥂
Ten seconds later she deleted it. Breezy apology. Oops, wrong group.
I looked at the photo one more time before it disappeared. I didn't check the numbers. I looked at the name painted across the bow.
It was my mother's name.
The boat was mine. My father had told me about it a week ago.
The chat didn't care. Which family is she from? Ninety-six feet of custom teak. Sienna, you dark horse.
I asked, quietly, if she'd share the registration number. I wanted to hear what she'd say.
My own husband stood up from two desks over and tore into me in front of every member in the room. Told me I was jealous. Told me I was an embarrassment. Told me to know my place.
Later that week, he broke into my safe. Took the diamond my father had given me for my mother — and put it around her neck.
That night my father's encrypted voice memo came in from somewhere at sea. One minute long. The last line was this:
"Find your mother's necklace. I can't wear her myself. I need you to wear her for me."

From a young age, I understood that my asthma was a shackle for my entire family. My parents took turns caring for me, their hearts gripped by the fear of any sign of respiratory distress. In their fervent concern for my health, they even compelled my sister, Sophie, freshly accepted into university, to postpone her studies and return home to assist in my care.
At Sophie's eighteenth birthday celebration, I lingered at the edge of the crowd, my chest constricted, and my throat felt as if it were ensnared by invisible hands. I gently tugged at my mother's sleeve, my voice barely a whisper: "Mom, I... can't breathe. I want to go back to my room..."
In an instant, my mother whirled around, her eyes ablaze with fury, as though she had awaited this moment of eruption. She seized my inhaler and hurled it into the farthest corner of the room.
"If it's this painful, then go die!" she shrieked, her words cutting like a knife. "Stop using your illness to hold us hostage!"
The inhaler tumbled to the floor, rolling away like a forgotten piece of trash. I stared at it blankly, a sudden laugh escaping my lips.
And then, I truly died. Yet, in the wake of my passing, those who once found me a burden descended into madness.

On our third wedding anniversary, a catastrophic car accident plunged me into a state of life-threatening hemorrhage. Yet, before the medical staff, my husband roared: "Draw my wife's blood first; save Serena."

Serena—his first love.

It became apparent that he had never married me out of love; I was but a living blood bank, intended solely to sustain his cherished first love. It was only when I discovered I was pregnant that I realized he would not even spare the life within me.

That incarceration, cloaked in the guise of love, had nearly claimed my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer the Clara who could be so easily sacrificed. This time, I shall ensure he pays for his blood debt, with no chance of redemption.

On my wedding day, my entire family received Iris’s desperate plea for help.
“Mom, Dad, Brother! I’ve been kidnapped, come save me, quick!”
Everyone panicked—including my fiancé, Theodore.
They interrupted the wedding ceremony to rush to Iris.
I begged them through tears not to go. I said it was a trick, something Iris had staged herself.
“The ceremony would have been over in ten more minutes. Can’t you just wait ten minutes?”
My parents called me a heartless, ungrateful wretch. My brother, Ron, pried my fingers from his tuxedo lapel.
“Chloe, stop being so selfish! Even if Iris isn’t your blood sister, how can you be so cruel?!”
“All you care about is your own wedding! Do you really want to see her die?!”
My fiancé looked at me with disappointment. “Let’s cancel the wedding for now.”
“I just realized… the one I care about more… is Iris.”
Watching their hurried figures disappear, I picked up a knife and locked myself in the bridal suite.

Did you slaughter your roommates?" the detective sneered. "No!" I screamed. The polygraph technician stared at the flawless readouts confirming I told the absolute truth. I was innocent. But if a human didn't tear those girls apart in our locked dorm... then what exactly is hunting me now?

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband Hill invited many friends over for a party at the house. Everyone was noisily playing games, and the challenge was to reveal a private secret about someone in the room.
When it was Elsa's turn, she pointed at Hill's lower body. "Hill has a crescent-shaped birthmark. It's in a very private spot."
After saying this, Elsa collapsed onto the sofa laughing. Hill pretended to be angry, jumped up, and pounced on Elsa, smacking her on the butt.
I was frozen in shock. Hill's birthmark really was extremely private—you couldn't even see it without looking closely. I only discovered it myself after being married to him for a year.
Sensing my emotional shift, everyone stopped their roughhousing.
Elsa shrugged nonchalantly. "Zoe, don't overthink it. Before you got married, someone slipped Hill something once. I had no choice but to help him out. But don't worry, I promise he saved his first time for you."
Then she tapped her lips. "I used this place back then. Wore me out, honestly."
I felt my stomach churn violently and nearly threw up. Without thinking, I hurled my wine glass directly at Elsa.
"Sorry. Slipped. Just trying to help you rinse your mouth."

My ex-husband found me selling hair clips at a flea market. Rosie was asleep in her stroller.
"Come home. She's too young for this."
I said yes.
After that, I stopped checking his phone.
Rosie stopped crying when the other girl took her toys.
He spent the night at Simone's—we didn't call.
We ran into them at the mall—we walked the other way.
We finally became what he always wanted. Easy. Quiet. No drama.
So why is he the one who can't sleep now?
"Why don't you get mad anymore?"
"Rosie, why won't you ask me to stay?"

On Halloween night, a sharp stench of chlorine and cheap booze woke me up.
I opened my eyes to a man grinning at the bedroom door.
It was my husband, David, soaking wet and showing off the liquor he’d vanished hours ago to buy.
I cursed him out, called him a liar, and demanded a divorce. He just kept that idiotic smile.
Then my phone rang. It was his best friend, Mark.
"Claire, David drowned drunk in the pool!"

Five years ago, my family burned to death in an "accident."

My loving husband Clifford signed the papers himself—shipped me off to a mental institution without a second thought.

Inside, Becky carved up my face with shattered glass. The same orphan I'd put through school. Then she rebuilt herself to match my features and stole my life—my husband, my son, everything.

Now she marched into the clinic where I scrub floors, dragging my biological child behind her, demanding I apologize to him like some servant.

She has no idea what kind of monster she created.

Five years ago, I stepped in front of a crossbow bolt for Lucian Vael, and he turned me into a vampire before I had the chance to say no.
He told me I was the first person he'd loved in six hundred years. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a spot for me in his family's crypt so we'd lie there together when the time came—right beside his parents, in the inner ring where only blood and the most beloved go.
While I spent four years bleeding myself dry over ancient rites, trying to carry his child, he was across the city watching another woman do it on her first try. Using my research to get there.
He named one of the twins Soren. That was the name I'd chosen.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant.
I didn't tell him.
I called Mira and said: I need him to think I'm dead.

Everyone in town said I dumped my blind boyfriend because I couldn't stand being poor.
Five years later, I'd become a blind drifter myself, relying on handouts just to eat.
And he'd become one of Silicon Valley's hottest rising tech moguls.
He recognized me, but pretended he didn't.
He wanted me on my knees. Wanted me begging. Wanted me to pay for "abandoning" him.
Until he found out the person who gave up everything for him back then was no one else...
But me.

I'm a forensic audio specialist. I make a living digging up the truths people deliberately erase from static and noise.
My 19-year-old brother was accused of pushing a billionaire's bride to her death at her wedding.
The police presented their "smoking gun" recording. I heard exactly twelve seconds missing from it.
Those twelve seconds hold the truth about how the bride really died—and the billionaire family's dark secret that will get both me and my brother killed.
They smashed my equipment, threatened my life, bribed the cops, and tried to bury the truth forever.
But what they don't know is—
Some voices refuse to stay silent. Even when they're cut out.

To save my terminally ill wife and daughter, I drained half my wolf blood and tore out my own right fang.
Stripped of my source power, I became a worthless wolf despised by the entire clan.
My wife cast me out of the den, pinching her nose at the stench of rot on me; my daughter threw stones at me, cursing me with hatred as a blind, useless failure.
Together, they set their eyes on another young, strong Alpha. They let him trample my dignity in public, and finally had me brutally slaughtered on the frozen wasteland.
But they never knew, the reason that man could make their souls submit and fall for him was that his veins ran entirely with my heart's blood.
Only when I was reduced to a boneless husk of a wolf did my wife go mad, clawing her own gland raw, weeping and begging me to leave her one last mark.

Seven years ago, betrayed by my closest friend and my fiancée, I was thrown into the lightless Black Sea Death Prison and tortured mercilessly.

Seven years later, I returned through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, only to find my crippled little sister being trampled in the mud by my former "brother," forcing her to sign a humiliating organ extraction contract.

"A worthless ghost who just crawled out of death row—what makes you think you can fight a billionaire tycoon like me?"

At a grand banquet at the Peninsula Hotel, the treacherous couple threw a bloody dog bone at my feet. They mobilized hundreds of heavily armed SWAT officers to surround me, demanding I kneel, kowtow, and call them master.

They thought their wealth and power made them untouchable on the West Coast, assuming I was still the same spineless weakling from years ago.

That was until an EMP tore through the night sky. Three military stealth fighter jets hovered outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, and hundreds of laser sights from the nation's most classified special forces locked dead center on the foreheads of every elite in the room.

Under the horrified gazes of the city's high society, a four-star general crashed through the window and gave me the highest military salute:

"Tier Zero Task Force assembled! Supreme Commander, please give the order to purge!"

At that moment, the high-and-mighty tycoons finally remembered the terror of being dominated by the abyss.

In the wasteland era, the soil is dead. Whoever can grow food is king.
In my last life, my brother gave me the spore we had nearly died to get, and the two of us awakened plant-growing powers together.
But every grain he grew was full and perfect, and the leader placed him on a pedestal; everything I grew was poisonous, and I was mercilessly cast out as worthless.
It wasn't until I died that I learned the truth: his power was never plant-growing, but transfer.
As long as he had eaten the spore, he could transfer away all the crops I grew.
When I got a second chance, I returned to the very day my so-called brother tried to shove the spore into my mouth.
This time, I slammed into him, knocked the spore to the ground, and crushed it under my foot.

Twenty years ago, he took the blame for my murder, was branded with the Silver Flame mark, and banished to the wilderness. Twenty years later, I escaped from a prison-like marriage and searched the world for him. He wasn't there in the Alaskan blizzards. He wasn't there in the deep mountains of Romania. Under the polar night in the Arctic Circle, I called his name into the darkness. No one answered. Until a hunter told me: deep in the Yukon, someone had seen a lone wolf with the Silver Flame mark.

By day, I was the ruthless Director of Finance working under mafia heir Silvan. By night, I was the secret lover he kept locked away in a guest room.
He gave me luxury cars, a mansion, and endless money, but never a title. I thought he was protecting me—until he packaged both the title of his official wife and my position as CFO, handing them over to Aurea Moretti, a prominent mafia heiress.
And that arrogant man? He casually tossed me a diamond ring like a handout to pacify me. "Titles are just an illusion. Even if I marry someone else, you’ll always be the woman I care about most."
He even had the audacity to offer me a seaside villa, thinking he could keep me forever as his underground mistress in another city.
Looking at his cold, entitled eyes, I finally smiled.
On the day of his engagement to the mafia heiress, I took off the ring and vanished from this city completely.

I endured in silence for five years, and everyone treated me like worthless trash. My wife sacrificed our daughter for vanity, my in-laws called me bottom-tier scum, and a senator wanted me dead to divide up my fortune. They thought I was just an ant they could trample at will. Until I produced the Supreme Commander's immunity medallion, until armed helicopters hovered above the courthouse, until I forcibly hijacked the national broadcast, they finally realized what kind of existence they had provoked. I am "Night Asura"—the one man in this world who should never be crossed.

He called me bland. So I slept with his boss to spite him.
Now I'm pregnant by the most ruthless Alpha in the city, and he wants me to be his fake mate.
Living in his penthouse, the contract feels less fake every day. Especially when he goes feral protecting me.
Then I discover I'm a hidden heiress worth billions.
Suddenly my "basic" ass is Luna Queen material.
Revenge tastes sweet.

Hatred consumed Claire Wentworth's heart. The path of substitute marriage after her rebirth marked the starting point of her revenge. However, the emergence of Alexandre Montfort was like a beam of light in the darkness, gradually warming her cold heart. She was caught in a struggle between love and hatred. Each time she witnessed Alexandre Montfort's tenderness, her resolve for revenge would waver a little. But every time she recalled the pain of her past life, hatred would flare up in her heart again. Their love was tested in the fierce fire of revenge. How would this complex and profound emotion blossom in a world filled with schemes and calculations?

The person I loved most—Sebastian, the youngest judge in history, sent me to prison himself.
During those three years, all my pride was worn away.
After my release, my family was ruined, and with nowhere to live, I could only become a lowly bar hostess.
Fate brought Sebastian and me together again.
He looked coldly at my exposed mini-skirt, gripped my waist tightly, and said through gritted teeth, "Gloria, who gave you permission to work here?"
I flashed a seductive smile, enticing him. "Sir, a bottle of wine? And I'm all yours tonight."

Fifteen years of believing his lies. I played the perfect, innocent fiancée, only to discover he was sleeping with his sister-in-law and plotting to have me drugged and ruined on our wedding eve. Six years later, when I finally slammed the divorce papers on his desk, I thought I was free.

But instead of signing, my cheating ex-husband dropped to his knees, his eyes dark with a sudden, twisted obsession.

"Aviah, I was wrong. I'll give you everything. Just come back to me."

I laughed softly, leaning into the broad chest of the masked male escort standing beside me. "Why would I want your pathetic money, August? Since you couldn't be a real man, I hired one who actually knows how to satisfy me."

I walked away, ready to leave him in the dust. But as my hidden identity as a top aristocrat's long-lost heiress is exposed, my ex-husband’s regret turns into madness.

Worse? The "cheap escort" I've been paying to protect me turns out to be the city's most ruthless billionaire CEO... and the secret father of my five-year-old twins.

Will my ex-husband survive the wrath of the woman he once scorned, and what happens when the billionaire realizes I've been treating him like a cheap toy?

"Even if you are my wife, you have no right to control anything! You are nothing but collateral. Your father could not pay his debt, so he sold you to me!"
"Fine, then divorce me right now. I do not mind. I will leave this place this very second."
"It will not be that easy. You will stay here and be a servant in this house!"
I smiled faintly, stepping closer until our faces were level.
"Oh? You mean a servant who also serves you in bed, my husband?"
Emelia Perez has spent twenty-five years invisible in her own home, unloved and overlooked, while her younger sister, Bianca, soaked up every ounce of her parents' affection. In that house, Emelia is nothing but a shadow, her energy drained by endless servitude.
One night, her life shatters completely. Her father, drowning in debt, offers her as collateral to the formidable President Samuel De Leon. Without hesitation, Emelia agrees. To her, marrying a man rumored to be cruel, unpredictable, and disabled by a tragic accident is freedom itself. She would rather face a monster than remain trapped in her family's prison.
But the De Leon palace holds a secret. Samuel is nothing like the rumors. His beauty is lethal, his presence commanding, his heart icy and unyielding. Emelia thought she was gaining freedom, but under Samuel's rule, she finds herself once again a servant, caught between fear, desire, and the dangerous power he wields.
In a world where secrets fester behind every door, can Emelia claim the life she longs for, or has she merely stepped from one cage into another?

I was a penniless nobody looked down upon by everyone. My wife was bullied along with me because of that. People treated us like beggars, bullying us as they pleased, forcing me to lick their toes, and making me eat with dogs.
Then one day, a stranger came to me and said, "Your father left you a fortune of five hundred billion dollars..."

Faith only wanted a quiet life in Zambales—teaching, caring for her child Jairee, and burying the pain of her past. But when Austin, her first love, suddenly returns, her world is turned upside down. A desperate agreement forces her into a cold marriage where silence and distance cut deeper than any wound.

Complicated family secrets begin to unravel: a manipulative mother-in-law, a hidden twin brother, lost loves, betrayals, and revelations that threaten to destroy everything Faith holds dear. With Jairee’s life at the center of a dangerous web of lies and vengeance, Faith must summon the strength to fight for her child, her love, and her dignity.

But in a world where every truth hides another deception, can Faith and Austin ever truly find peace—and a love strong enough to survive the past?

Olivia's mother was diagnosed with a brain tumor and needed urgent operation. Two days before the operation, she hadn't gathered enough money for her operation. She turned to her father for help, but he chased her out, colluding with his mistress.
Disheartened and helpless she left the house, but before she could reach the hospital she was caught in an accident.
Two days after the accident Olivia woke up to an unfamiliar yet classic and Luxurious room, but how did she end up there? Who brought her there?
***"He's only a friend"
"You're my woman and mine alone, I Don't want any other man close to you!”Morgan half yelled, closing the distance between them.
“W-what are you doing ?”Olivia asked, arching her brows in confusion.
Before she could understand what he was about to do, he pulled her waist to him, roughly claiming her lips.

“ I am sorry but I couldn’t fight it anymore,” he whispered next to her ears,“You are so hot. I miss you.”

She was on his lap, and she was going upside down in his c**ck while he was holding her waist supporting her to get in and out of his shaft in her cavern.

He saw when she bit her lower lip as if she was trying to stop herself from shouting.

What he did was he suck her breasts as she went up and down in his d*ck.

"Oh... Levi! I'm coming…" Amelia screamed while her hands were on his shoulders.

"Come baby, as I'm coming too.." He yelled and went on one last thrust.


After bagging the gold medal from the SEA games held in Korea, Levi was welcomed by the loud shout of the people as he arrived at the airport. His family along with fiancé Cameron Fuentebella were all there waiting for him.

He felt like he was the luckiest man on earth especially when Cameron Fuentebella said “yes” after he asked her to marry him in front of the public as soon as he got off the plane.

Twist of events that never entered Levi's mind turned his world around. The night that he arrived back home, he met with an accident. His dream that he thought was already just one step away from him became impossible to reach. Suddenly, he didn’t know what turn he should take in his life.

Six months to recover, that was what the doctor told him but how could it be possible if continuous or unfortunate events happened in his life.

And all of those times, Cameron was missing in action. What happened to the woman to whom he was supposedly sharing the rest of his life?

Deciding to get back the broken pieces of his life, Levi started his physical session where he met his first love, Amelia Chavez.

What’s fate in store for Levi, Cameron and Amelia? Who would be with Levi and swim against the waves of life? Who would be with him until he reached the victory that he was dreaming of?

My husband cut my unborn child from my womb right in front of his mistress—and fed the baby to a leopard.
I screamed until my voice broke. No one came.
I clutched a stranger's severed head, my soul shattering into a thousand irreparable pieces.
Accused of adultery. Branded the mother of an illegitimate child. They even carved out my kidney—while I was still breathing—to transplant into his mistress.
My life had reached its end. And no one mourned.
Then the wheels of fate turned backward, and I woke up on the day of our engagement.
My hands were trembling. My heart was whole. And I remembered everything.
I looked out at the expectant faces of our guests—and at the man who would become my husband. The man who would destroy me.
He smiled at me, waiting.
And I said: No. I don't.

Three months into their marriage, Stella Dawson had been diligently playing the role of a delicate, spoiled flower—pushing every button she could—until she finally drove the CEO to the brink of madness.
Alexander Sterling coldly tossed the divorce papers at her. "Let's get divorced."
Tears welled up in Stella's eyes, but inwardly, she was grinning from ear to ear. Good riddance to being the CEO's wife! I'm going back to being the richest woman alive!
Alexander was certain he’d never regret his decision.
That is, until he saw his ex-wife surrounded by admirers, amassing wealth, and dominating every industry she touched. Power players from all fields bowed before her, declaring, "Little sister, just say the word, and we’ll take down anyone who dares mess with you!"
Swallowing his pride, Alexander squeezed his way into the crowd of handsome men. "Sweetheart, I take it back. Let’s get back together."

"You keep speaking as if you have a choice."

"I do have a choice! I'm done with you, Roman Ashfield. Go back to the woman you think is worthy of you and leave me alone."

"You will never be done, Evelyn. Not tonight. Not this week. Probably not this year," he said as he closed the small gap between them.

He heard the satisfying sound of her hitched breath as his fingers trailed the side of her body down to her bare thighs.

"I own you, Evelyn Bright, whether you like it or not."

"You don't own me!"

But the very next moment a moan left her lips when he cupped her between her legs.

"Let's agree to disagree," he whispered.


A broken, possessive billionaire who doesn’t know what love is. A young woman who does. What could possibly go wrong?

Evelyn Bright walked into his business for a typist job and came out a plaything. A dirty secret with a contract. But all she wants to do now is pick up the pieces of her shattered dignity and walk away. Nothing good can come from falling in love with a cold-hearted man like Roman Ashfield.

Roman has very clear rules in his contract. Be available. Be ready. Do not fall in love. If she breaks them she has to leave. Simple. But Evelyn turns his ordered life upside down when she tries to walk away. She keeps testing and pushing his limits but it's not over until he says it is. It’s not love, it can’t be. But what lengths is he willing to go to to keep her where she belongs?

She was the eldest daughter of the Collins family, but fate had her grow up in an orphanage until she finally reached adulthood.

Her biological parents suddenly appeared and claimed they wanted to take her back home. Little did she know that their true intention was for her to take the blame for a hit-and-run accident caused by none other than her twin sister, Stella Collins.

Interestingly enough, both sisters were identical twins with even their DNA being an exact match.

Today is the day she is released from prison.

When she just returned home, she saw her boyfriend and sister having sex on the sofa.

What is even more appalling is that her family has coerced her into marrying a terrible man for the sake of her sister. Nicholas Johnson, is blind and violent personality. There were rumors that he had killed five wives, and the five women were abused by him.

However, in fact, he is the most perfect man she has ever seen, and she was even spoiled by him.

"Baby, from now on, no matter who dares to hurt you, I will make sure they have nowhere to be buried.” he said.

A deafening crack split the air.
GUNSHOT.
For a moment, my mind went completely blank.
When I was at most desperate, my fiancé crushed me by rescuing my sister right before my eyes.
After waking up in the hospital, I faced ridicule from my parents and criticism from my fiancé. My only comfort was the twins, whose father—the handsome CEO of both the hotel and hospital—reminded me of that fateful night years ago when I was set up and left with no options.
I've hit rock bottom now. It's time to reclaim everything that's rightfully mine: the company my mother left before her suspicious death, the truth behind the scheme against me years ago, and justice for my lost children.

His first love slipped off his hand and got into the hand of his brother. She was once his lover but now, his only brother's wife.
Louis and Olivia were lovers for years. He proposed marriage to her, she accepted and gave her virginity to him. When he discovered that she was pregnant, he became distraught and ended the relationship. That act became the beginning of a very long story of regret for Louis and accomplishment for Olivia because she met someone better.
Denise, Louis's cousin who was not aware of their relationship ran into her when she was at the bleak of death, saved her life and gave her shelter after he realized that she had a miscarriage. Denise and Olivia fell in love and got married after a month. She conceived immediately and when she delivered a set of twins, Louis came up to claim the children. That almost tore the family apart.
Arthur, Louis father and Denise uncle a widower of thirteen years fell in love with Nichole, Denise mother a widow. Their marriage strengthened the bond between the two families, but it brought a lot of hatred from the members of the Bailey's family, who had eyes on Nichole and wished to marry her. The female members of the society who had eyes on Arthur and wished he would be theirs also unleashed their attack on them. This led to a secret plan to eliminate him and have Nichole by his cousin, Mr. Stephen Bailey.
Louis refused to love again.
He got into an unbalanced relationship, afterwards, she opted for a divorce. After she moved out of his life and house with their only daughter, he realized that his life was empty without them. He quickly asked for a reconciliation and they lived happily together.

That year, five years ago, she was celebrating with her friends for their last days in college but bam, who would have thought that her night end up sleeping with the powerful and influential man in the country.

Despite it, she's a realistic woman who didn't expect for anything and even told the man in front of her "You're being clingy, Mr. Sy."

However, she woke up one day, her kind politician father was accused of graft and corruption, was chased to death by assasins, and her reputable family was left with noa option but to escape to another country and all those clean, hard year in politics by her father all collapse just forhearing one day.

And she? She could do nothing because she was comatose while her parents suffered.

Years later, she returned having a formidable yet dangerous background and with the art of war she mastered, no stones remained unturned with her path to the top and cough ... .. . lowkey revenge plot while the man she slept four years ago, had become her exclusive another cough ........concubine.

Another problem arises. This exclusive concubine is possessive and overly jealous!! What to do?!

The woman smirked evilly, beauty trap in 3.....2.....1,

Woman: Sits on the man's lap running her fingers on his hair while nuzzling on his well toned chest inhaling his masculine scent in the process

Man: Danger and warning flag raised Chose to ignore and spoils the woman even more. 'I want to give you the world but I'm a realistic man so I can only give the whole country for you if that's what can make you happy. You are the state and you own the people, play with those who caused you pain all you want, you have all the rein to reign, my Queen.'

Woman: smirks evilly I can even do it on my own but practical lifestyle is life. Time for some face slaps and extract revenge and at the same time, establishing myself as the underworld queen.

It was supposed to be nothing more than a night of raw, filthy need.

She was wild, irresistible, and gone before morning. Exactly how Royce Denis liked it. Until she became the one woman he couldn’t erase from his mind.

Weeks later, she walks into his office, wrapped in a pencil skirt and a tight blouse that screams sin. But when Royce Denis, the cold and commanding billionaire CEO, confronts her, she stares at him like he’s lost his mind.

Because he has.

This isn’t the woman he shared the night with.

Elizabeth Wakefield is the quiet twin, sweet, brilliant, and desperate to keep the job she worked so hard to get. She has no idea that her dangerously seductive boss is confusing her with Jessica, her scandalous, impulsive sister.

Royce’s gaze lingers too long. His voice is a low, sharp blade of accusation. His kisses threaten to shatter the secrets she doesn’t even understand.

And when Jessica returns, hungry for more than just attention, Elizabeth is caught in a dangerous game of mistaken identity, ruthless seduction, and twisted obsession that could ruin them all.

She wasn’t supposed to fall for him.
He wasn’t supposed to crave her.

But in a world of lies and temptation, the wrong twin might be the only one who can make him lose control.

Amelie thought she had lost everything when her husband died, until she witnessed something that could cost her daughter’s life. After seeing the cold-blooded CEO Aaron Vargas commit a brutal murder, she is forced into a hollow marriage to buy his silence—and her safety.

Trapped in a CEO with a dark secret Amelie begins to see the cracks in Aaron’s icy mask. But as forbidden sparks fly, a devastating truth emerges: the man she is learning to love is the same man linked to the tragedy that destroyed her first marriage. In a world of shadows and twins, Amelie must decide if love can truly grow from the seeds of betrayal.

Three years ago, Michael Smith was severely injured in a car accident and fell into a coma. The doctors said he was as good as a vegetable. His first love didn't hesitate to leave for further studies abroad. Meanwhile, I was forced into a marriage of convenience with him, arranged by his grandmother, so that I could take care of my sick mother. When he woke up, his first love had returned to the country, and I found myself pregnant. We went through morning sickness and the hardships of a ten-month pregnancy together. But then he filed for divorce, forcing me to leave with nothing. I struggled to pursue a career as a painter while carrying the pregnancy to term. Little did I know that his grandmother's will stipulated that all the assets originally meant for him would be given to me and the baby in my womb.

（There is a lot of sexual and stimulating content， minors are not allowed to read!!!）
In the previous life, she disliked him and avoided him. This time around, Adelaide wants to kiss, cuddle, and hug Sebastian every day.
"Bullying my husband? I'll poke your eyes out."
"My husband isn't handsome?"
Believe it or not, I'll blind you. Save you from having a pair of useless eyes.
Rumors have it that Sebastian, the heir of the Manners family, is physically and mentally weak, with his life hanging by a thread.
Adelaide, the sixth wife to marry into the family, is a fool?
No, who started this rumor? Isn't this rumor too exaggerated?
Is Adelaide a top doctor or a national goddess? Who knows?
Those strikingly handsome long legs belong to Sebastian?
Alright!
It's one thing for Sebastian to be wealthy, but to be both wealthy and handsome, that's just too much!
Adelaide being pretty is one thing, but being pretty with a sparkling and intelligent brain is just excessive."

Olivia is the nerdy girl hopelessly in love with her best friend's brother - the charming, perfect and unattainable Christopher. She knows she has no chance - after all, every girl dreams of being with him, and she's just the plain, freckle-faced girl that everyone overlooks.
Christopher can have any girl he wants... but his heart belongs to the shy, bookish girl no one notices. When he finally confesses his feelings, it feels like a dream come true... until he breaks her heart and disappears from her life.
Years later, Olivia's life is far from simple. Determined to find a new direction, she applied for a prestigious position at the most powerful company in the city: Silver Enterprises. Little does she know that her new boss is none other than Christopher - the man who shattered her heart.
But Christopher is not the man Olivia remembers. There's something dark, mysterious, and otherworldly about him now. As they're drawn back into each other's orbit, she'll uncover secrets that go far beyond their past... and find that their destinies are more intertwined than she ever imagined.

“I will give you everything, money, and luxury goods but with one laden."
"What's that?"
"Marry me by the contract, and you will get whatever you want!"
Adeline, a 21-year-old girl, is a medical student who can't afford her tuition.
Smith is a 26-year-old man, CEO of a large company.
Their relationship began in a contract marriage which was considered to be beneficial for both of them.
As time went by, they seemed to have a tender feeling for each other. But at the same time, more secrets and problems from the past came to the surface, especially the appearance of Smith's ex that shook their relationship.
Slowly Adeline started to waver, did she have to endure the cold of their "marriage"?

In my previous life, I was murdered by my cheating boyfriend and my scheming stepsister working together.
What I never saw coming was that Louis—the man I’d spent years hating—would give his life to save mine.
Now reborn on the very day I crashed our engagement party, I wrapped my arms around him without a second thought.
“I’m not leaving you this time. I’m going to marry you.”
He stared at me, utterly stunned...

"I don't do gentle, Constantine. I don't make love. I fuck, I claim, and I own. Still want this?"
My breath hitched as his hand wrapped around my throat—not squeezing, just... possessing. "Yes."
"Good girl."
It started with spilled coffee and ended with my world on fire.
Wyatt Gorshkovsky is everything I should fear: ruthless CEO, mafia prince, and the man who's been watching me from the shadows since that night I don't remember. The night he first tasted me. Claimed me. Marked me as his.
His offer is simple and filthy: Be his secretary. Be his stress relief. Be his dirty secret. In return, he'll erase every debt that's suffocating me.
I signed because I'm desperate. Because my father's dying and my mother's care costs more than I'll ever make. Because sometimes survival means selling your soul to the devil in a three-piece suit.
But Wyatt didn't just buy my body...he's consuming my mind. His obsession is suffocating, addictive, and the only thing keeping me breathing.
Until I discover the truth: He's the reason my father is dying. His family wants me eliminated. And the baby growing inside me is the only thing standing between love and murder.
Rule #1: Don't fall in love.
Too late. We're both already burning.