A Contract Marriage With My Nemesis
My fiancé always told me he loved me. But not long after our engagement, I woke up suffocating in the dark.
He was pressing a pillow over my face, his eyes cold and dead, while my half-sister stood by watching with fake pity.
They had orchestrated everything just to steal my trust fund.
It all started with a massive hotel scandal. They had drugged me, thrown a cheap escort into my bed, and brought a mob of paparazzi to ruin my reputation.
When my fiancé broke through the crowd, playing the heartbroken victim, he knelt down with a massive diamond ring.
"I know things have been hard, but I love you. If you come home with me, I will forgive all of this."
In my past life, I cried tears of gratitude and let him slide that ring onto my finger.
That ring sealed my death warrant. I lost my company, my dignity, and eventually, my life.
Until my lungs burned and my heart stopped, I didn't understand.
How could the people I trusted most plot my murder so ruthlessly?
Why did they have to tear my entire life apart?
Opening my eyes again, I was back on the morning of the hotel scandal, exactly one year ago.
But the man lying bare-backed in my bed wasn't a random escort.
It was Johnathan Chase, my family's biggest corporate rival and the most ruthless predator on Wall Street.
Listening to the paparazzi pounding on the door, I smiled coldly.
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Chapter 5
Elena pushed the heavy car door open before the driver could even put the SUV in park. Her high heels hit the concrete floor with a sharp, aggressive click. She fired off instructions to Thea at lightning speed as she marched toward her private elevator.
The elevator doors slid open on the executive floor.
The moment Elena stepped out, the atmosphere shifted. She could feel the heavy, uncomfortable stares of dozens of employees burning into her back.
As she walked down the corridor, people quickly ducked their heads, pretending to look at their monitors. But the low, buzzing sound of whispers followed her every step.
Thea walked closely behind her, using her body to physically block two middle managers who tried to step forward to ask questions.
Elena reached the massive mahogany double doors of her CEO office. She grabbed the brass handle and shoved the door open.
She stepped inside, her hand subtly brushing against the underside of her desk as she walked past it. Her finger found the small, hidden button she had installed months ago, pressing it until she felt a faint, confirming vibration. She stopped dead in her tracks.
Darron and Haylee were sitting on her custom Italian leather sofa. They looked entirely too comfortable, acting as if they owned the building.
Haylee was holding a crystal flute of champagne. When she saw Elena walk in, a sickeningly sweet, victorious smile spread across her face.
Elena's face hardened into stone. She stepped inside and slammed the heavy door shut behind her. She reached over and twisted the deadbolt. The loud, metallic click echoed in the large room.
Thea was locked outside. Elena was alone with the two people who had murdered her in her past life.
Darron stood up. He adjusted his tie, putting on a mask of deep disappointment. "Elena, you have pushed this company to the edge of a cliff."
He picked up a printed chart from her desk and slammed it down on the wood. The red line showing the stock's freefall was glaring.
Haylee stood up and walked over to Darron, wrapping her arm around his waist. She looked at Elena with fake pity. "Just go to the board and apologize, Elena. Tell them you made a mistake."
Darron stepped closer, his voice dropping into a smooth, manipulative tone. "Tell the press you've been struggling with your mental health. Say the stress caused a breakdown. If you do that, I will honor our engagement. I'll use my family's capital to buy up the stock and stabilize the market."
Elena listened to his textbook gaslighting. A cold, dark laugh bubbled up in her chest, but she kept her face completely blank.
She walked slowly around her desk. With the room's audio now securely backing up to the cloud, she pulled open the top drawer, reached inside, and pulled out a small, silver digital voice recorder that she had just synced.
She tossed it onto the hard surface of the desk. It landed with a sharp clatter, cutting Darron off mid-sentence.
Elena looked at him, her eyes dripping with contempt. "You want to save my stock? You can't even cover your own financial graves."
Darron's jaw tightened. "My funds are perfectly secure."
Elena placed both hands flat on the desk and leaned forward. The physical distance between them shrank, and her presence felt suffocating.
"Account number 884-921-B. Cayman Islands," Elena stated, her voice razor-sharp. "Current balance: negative forty-two million dollars."
Darron's pupils dilated in pure horror. A drop of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Haylee looked at Darron, her fake smile slipping. She frowned, clearly having no idea what Elena was talking about.
Elena didn't stop. "You embezzled corporate funds to cover your losses in Macau. If I hand the files on that account over to the SEC right now, you won't just lose your job. You will face federal felony charges."
Darron panicked. He lunged across the desk, his hand clawing frantically for the silver recorder.
Elena snatched it back effortlessly, her lips curling into a cruel sneer. "Don't bother. This is just a backup."
She stood up straight, her voice cracking like a whip. "Drop the savior act, Darron. You are bleeding out, and I am holding the knife."
The air in the office grew dense and heavy. Darron stood frozen, his chest heaving as he dragged in ragged breaths. He stared at Elena as if he were looking at a monster.
Haylee finally realized the power dynamic had completely flipped. She pointed a shaking finger at Elena. "You're lying! You forged those numbers!" she shrieked.
Elena didn't even blink at Haylee. She kept her dead, freezing eyes locked entirely on Darron, waiting for his fragile ego to completely shatter.
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8.0
"IS IT TRUE?" Grayson's voice thundered through the room.
"Yes!" Tessa said softly. "Yes it is!"
"So you've been cheating on me, haven't you?" He spat.
Her hands trembled. "No, I swear, it's not like that."
He grabbed her arm, his grip bruising her wrist as she squealed in pain.
"Then whose baby are you carrying, huh?" His voice was ice cold.
Tessa shivered, tears blurring her vision.
"I don't know."
**********
Pregnant with the powerful Roman Blackwood's child, while engaged to his unstable stepbrother - Tessa Quinn becomes the key to a ruthless inheritance war where love has no place.
As secrets unravel and danger closes in, Tessa must protect her unborn child while trapped between love, vengeance, and men who want to own her fate.
9.7
Sienna woke up in a hospital room, her body screaming from a severe car accident. Through the glass, a man paced with violent rage, a dark shadow she felt absolutely nothing for.
Her friend Julia burst in, eyes bloodshot, dropping a bomb: "He didn't even try to help you." Dante, Sienna's fiancé, had protected another woman, Valeria, in the crash, leaving Sienna to burn alive.
Her past life unspooled – seven years sacrificed, an architecture degree abandoned, all to serve Dante. Her phone was a shrine to him: his photos, his "taboos," and even "Valeria's preferences," with no trace of Sienna herself.
But amnesia brought no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating fury. She felt disgust for the "idiot" she'd been, stripped of dignity. The memory loss was a release, a blank slate.
With chilling resolve, Sienna deleted every trace of Dante. Ripping out her IV, she declared, "The wedding proceeds." Not for love, but as a weapon: "I need to take back everything that belongs to me before I disappear."
9.0
My ex-husband returned after a three-year bet, ready to reclaim me and the son he thought was his. He had no idea that I'd secretly aborted his child, divorced him, and remarried the day he left. His world was about to come crashing down.
His delusion turned deadly when he and his manipulative best friend, Haylee, kidnapped my son, Leo.
I found them at his family's mansion, with Leo suffocating from a severe allergic reaction to a dog they were forcing him to play with. Elliot physically restrained me, scolding me for overreacting while Haylee giggled as my son turned blue.
At the hospital, as Leo fought for his life, Elliot grabbed my arm, demanding to know who the man standing beside me was. He was convinced this was all a game to make him jealous.
That's when my real husband, billionaire Gregory Morton, stepped forward.
"Since when is this child yours, Elliot?"
8.1
On my wedding day, the wedding planner looked at me with pity in her eyes.
She told me the groom had called with a last-minute request. He wanted the name on the floral arch changed from "Elena" to "Sofia."
Five years of loyalty to Dante Romero, and I found out he was planning a "secret" ceremony with his mistress an hour before ours.
He claimed she was dying of cancer. He said it was her final wish to be a bride, and that as a good mafia wife, I should understand. He swore it was just charity.
But I had seen the texts where he called me "furniture."
I had watched him step over my body when I fell down the stairs at a club, just so he could leave with her.
And this morning, I watched Sofia walk into the hotel lobby wearing *my* custom French lace wedding dress, smirking as she clung to his arm.
Dante thinks I'm crying in the bridal suite.
He thinks I will sit in the front row of his "fake" wedding and wait for my turn like a dutiful puppet.
He is wrong.
I wiped my tears and picked up my phone. I didn't cancel the wedding date. I just changed the location to the ballroom next door.
And I changed the groom.
As Dante says his vows to his mistress, I am walking down the aisle to meet the only man the Romero family fears.
The Reaper.
8.9
My family's company went bankrupt, and my biological father was lying in the ICU, kept alive by machines that cost tens of thousands a day.
I thought it was just a tragic business failure, until I caught my mother in bed with my stepfather.
They had secretly transferred all our assets months ago, deliberately bankrupting the company and leaving my father to die.
To pay the hospital bills, my stepfather forced me to a private club, trying to sell me to a sleazy investor.
When I refused, he slapped me across the face, and my mother just looked at me with cold, dead eyes.
"Be realistic, Jaelynn. A woman's body is a tool. Use it to get what you need."
Later, right before my father's emergency surgery, my stepfather signed a Do Not Resuscitate order and froze the medical accounts.
"If you don't get on your knees and spread your legs for him, I will tell the hospital to pull your father's plug."
Standing in the freezing rain, covered in mud and blood, I stared at the astronomical hospital bill in my hand.
My own family had plotted to murder my father and sell me to the highest bidder. The betrayal shattered every ounce of sanity I had left.
I didn't cry or beg them anymore.
Instead, I pulled out a water-stained, gold-embossed business card.
It belonged to Dolph Valentine, the most ruthless billionaire in New York and my ex-fiancé's uncle.
If they wanted to destroy my life, I was going to sell my soul to the biggest monster of them all and drag them straight to hell.
9.8
Three women, three brothers, a single, crumpled dollar bill.
Alina's world shatters the moment she's auctioned off-and claimed by the powerful Hawthorne brothers.
Thrown into Adrian Hawthorne's cold, dangerous world, she becomes his to control... his to protect... and, terrifyingly, his to desire. He's ruthless, possessive, and hiding secrets that could destroy them both. But the deeper she falls into his world, the harder it becomes to tell if she's his prisoner-or something far more dangerous.
Because the Hawthorne brothers don't just take.
They keep.
Viviane has spent her life surviving, so when Julian Hawthorne "buys" her freedom, she knows better than to trust it. Men like him don't save people-they collect them. But Julian isn't as simple as he pretends to be, and the deeper she's pulled into his world, the more dangerous it becomes to walk away.
Especially when she realizes she might be the only thing he's ever been willing to fight for.
Lena doesn't belong to anyone-and she intends to keep it that way. Brilliant, guarded, and hiding more than anyone suspects, she enters Lucien Hawthorne's world on her own terms. But Lucien doesn't play fair, and he doesn't let go.
When her past comes crashing back, Lena is forced to face the one thing she's been running from: trusting someone who could destroy her... or save her.
Three women. Three choices.Stay. Fight.
Or burn it all down.
Because being sold was only the beginning.