The CEO's Fake Wife And Secret Triplets
Seraphina, a broke single mother of triplets, snuck into a billionaire's charity gala just for the free food, desperate to fund her daughter's urgent heart surgery.
But her genius five-year-old son secretly hacked the gala's raffle system, thrusting them directly under the spotlight. The untouchable billionaire host, Donovan Vance, froze when he saw the star-shaped birthmark on her wrist—the exact same mark from a dark hotel room five years ago.
Cornered, Seraphina was forced into a five-million-dollar marriage contract to appease Donovan's dying father and secure his corporate empire. She swallowed her pride, took the money to save her daughter, and moved into the penthouse. But Donovan's obsessive childhood friend, Gwendolyn, immediately targeted her. She humiliated Seraphina for her poverty and violently grabbed her in the foyer.
"I dare you to get a DNA test. When the world finds out they're not his, he'll throw you into the street himself!"
Gwendolyn's vicious threat made Seraphina's blood run cold. She was suffocating in sheer panic. She didn't even know if Donovan was actually the father. If a test proved he wasn't, she would be destroyed, and her daughter would lose her only lifeline.
But to her absolute horror, Donovan's father overheard the threat and ordered a legally binding paternity test that very day to permanently silence all doubts. With the medical team arriving and nowhere left to run, the terrifying secret Seraphina had buried for five years was about to be dragged into the light.
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Chapter 3
Seraphina's heart hammered so hard she could taste the pulse in her throat. She took a step back, her hands curling into fists. "No. No, sir, you're mistaken. They're just... they're ordinary kids."
Theodore sighed, the disappointment settling into the lines of his face. He looked toward the door.
It swung open. Donovan strode back in, his jaw set in a rigid line. He had been listening. He heard her lie.
"Dad," Donovan said, his voice clipped. "You need to rest."
He told his assistant to take his father to rest.
Donovan turned his attention to Seraphina, his eyes like chips of blue ice. "Ms. Fletcher. Let's stop playing games."
He nodded at Alex, who stepped forward and placed a thick manila folder on the coffee table, along with a heavy Montblanc pen.
Seraphina stared at the folder. The words on the cover were stamped in gold: Marriage Contract.
Her stomach roiled. "What is this?"
"It's a business proposal," Donovan said, his tone flat and businesslike. "My father is dying. The board of Vance Industries is circling like sharks, waiting for him to die so they can carve up the company. I need a wife. I need a family. It stabilizes my image and gives him peace."
He flipped the folder open to the last page. His finger tapped a number. Five million dollars. Plus the penthouse.
Seraphina stared at the figure. It was a fortune. It was Fiona's surgery. It was a life free from the suffocating anxiety of choosing between groceries and rent.
Then the humiliation hit. He thought she was for sale. He thought she was a woman who would sell herself and her kids.
"I am not selling my children," Seraphina spat, her voice shaking with rage. "And I'm not selling myself. Find someone else to play your doll."
Donovan let out a dry laugh. "It's not selling. It's a transaction. One year. You live in the penthouse, you smile for the cameras, you let my father believe he has grandchildren. In return, you become a millionaire. After the year is up, we divorce quietly. You keep the money, the apartment, and the kids. We go our separate ways."
"I said no!"
The door burst open. Pax walked in, holding his tablet, with Rowan and Fiona trailing behind him. Alex stood in the hallway, looking flustered. "I'm sorry, sir, they just ran past me-"
Pax ignored the assistant. He walked right up to the coffee table and looked at the contract. Then he looked at Donovan.
"My mom said no," Pax said, his voice clear and steady. "But she's being too polite. What she means is, your offer is insulting."
Donovan raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me?"
Pax held up his tablet. On the screen was a live feed of the very room they were standing in-the security camera. "First off, is the five million a lump sum or annuity? Who pays the taxes? Because if it's annuity, inflation will eat it alive."
Seraphina grabbed Pax's arm. "Pax, stop it!"
He shook her off gently, his eyes never leaving Donovan's. "Second, this contract only lists our obligations. No rights. We need full medical coverage. Top tier. No network restrictions. Especially for Fiona's heart."
Donovan stared at the boy. The resemblance was uncanny. It wasn't just the face; it was the mind. The cold, calculating logic.
"And third," Pax continued, tapping his tablet, "I want access to the Vance Cybernetics Lab. Level 4 clearance."
Donovan let out a breath of disbelief. "You're five."
"Age is a number. Skill is reality." Pax's fingers danced on the screen. Suddenly, the phone in Donovan's pocket began to ring, playing a tinny, robotic version of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.
The room went dead silent. Alex gasped.
Seraphina felt like the floor was dropping out from under her. "Pax, please, we're leaving."
Pax looked up at her, his expression serious. "Mom. We need this. Fiona needs the doctor."
The words hit her like a sledgehammer. She looked at Fiona, who was leaning against Rowan, her little face pale and tired.
Donovan crouched down until he was eye-level with Pax. The hostility in his gaze had shifted into something else-respect, and a deep, unsettling recognition. "Level 4 clearance is for senior engineers."
"I can find seventeen vulnerabilities in your firewall in the next five minutes," Pax replied evenly.
Donovan stared at him for a long moment. "That's a bold claim," he said, his voice low and intrigued. "Prove it. If you can find a single, exploitable flaw in my personal network by tomorrow morning, we can discuss an internship. We'll start there." He stood up, looking at Seraphina. "Pack your bags. You move into the Vance Estate tonight. The ceremony is tomorrow."
Seraphina looked at the pen. She looked at her daughter's pale face. She looked at her brilliant, desperate son.
Her hand trembled as she reached for the pen.
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7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
8.5
Synopsis
It still feels so unreal being dumped by my boyfriend at the courtyard on the day of our wedding.
David didn't show up and when I called him to know the reason why.
He told me right to my face that he had found love with another woman who happened to be my best friend.
My heart was shattered into a million tiny pieces.
I was wallowing in self-pity when I overheard Lucas talking on the phone about needing a replacement for the woman who has collected a part-payment to be his wife.
I agreed to be his wife without thinking twice wanting to get back at my Ex.
What would happen when two strangers' hearts intertwined?
And what started as an arrangement became a bedrock for something real?
Read to find out.
9.6
Minutes before announcing her grand engagement, Darla caught her fiancé sleeping with her stepsister.
She publicly exposed them and canceled the wedding on the spot.
Furious, her adoptive mother demanded Darla marry a fifty-five-year-old predator to save their broken business deal.
"If you don't do exactly what I say, I'll let your father rot in prison for the rest of his life."
Desperate to escape her family's control, Darla grabbed a massive, intimidating hotel security guard she bumped into in the hallway.
She shoved all the cash in her purse at him—eight hundred dollars—and begged him to fake-marry her.
They signed the papers at City Hall that same day.
But the nightmare didn't end.
That evening, Darla received a cold phone call from the state penitentiary.
Her father had been found dead in his cell, and her company, owned by her ex-fiancé's family, fired her immediately.
They had taken everything from her, leaving her completely broken and sobbing on the floor of her tiny apartment.
She thought she had nothing left but a broke, fake husband to keep her company.
She had no idea that the "poor security guard" holding her in his arms was actually Anson Prince, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And he was already making the calls to tear her abusers' empires to the ground.
8.7
"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly.
Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!"
"You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now."
"Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him.
Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly.
"I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly.
She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud.
"Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!"
"You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine."
"I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!"
Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked.
Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly.
Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..."
"I can't," he whispered.
And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her.
***************
Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark.
But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den.
The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows.
Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive.
Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?
9.3
For years, Gabriela believed the man beside her would be the one she grew old with. They had loved each other since they were young, but in the end, all those years meant nothing beside a younger woman's smile.
Returning from a business trip, she uncovered his betrayal with brutal clarity. Still, she did not cry or beg. She took out her phone, recorded every damning second, and filed for divorce the moment she could.
Afterward, she rebuilt her life into something brighter, richer, and stronger, even marrying a powerful tycoon. As for her ex and his shameless mistress, they could rot together.
9.4
Vera thought her life was over the moment she caught her fiancee cheating with his ex.
Broken and filled with pain, she is approached by a billionaire who presents a simple contract to her. Let's get married.
Sylas Gold is the man admired by the entire world. He is untouchable, powerful and incredibly controlled. Their marriage was supposed to be a contract. A performance. It was a way for both of them to win.
When Vera is kidnapped by a man who looks at her like she's already his, she learns the truth Sylas never told her, about his mafia empire, the blood, and the brother who was supposed to be gone.
Cassian Gold is the man who wants everything his brother has, including Vera.
Now caught between two brothers bound by hatred, power, and obsession, Vera must decide who to trust in a world where love is dangerous, loyalty is fragile, and desire might just be her downfall.