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My fiancé's true love was diagnosed with an incurable disease. Her last request? "I want your bridal gown, your wedding, your fiancé, and you to be our wedding witness." She donned the gown I had made for myself, wore the jewelry I had chosen for my special day, and took my fiancé's arm. She stole my marriage. I thought I would endure it—for the sake of a dying woman. But that wasn't enough for her. Soon, she attended an auction to buy the only thing I had left from my late mother. I watched as she and my ex drove the price of Mom's white nephrite bracelet up to a staggering 27,000,000 dollars. The people I had called family had drained me dry. I was at my wit's end. I couldn't afford to keep the bracelet any longer. I was about to lose my mother's keepsake—until a calm, cool voice echoed above the din. "40,000,000." The crowd fell silent. The mysterious scion of the Kenway family had spoken. And he added, "A gift for me to the ever-elegant Miss Taylor Jones." I thanked him. "I'll repay you for this, Mr. Kenway. Slowly, but surely!" He frowned. "Hold on. Don't you remember me, Taylor?" "Huh?!"

Sequel to My Marriage is a Contract and Messed with my Arrogant boss. "What if I refuse?" She asked and Lucas chuckled. "That, my dear, is not an option," Lucas replied as he dropped a pen on the file. "Sign it or you can say goodbye to ever working,” he reminded her. Kiandra Aidan's life gets turned upside down when she gets drugged, has a one-night stand with a handsome stranger who turns out to be none other than a dangerous billionaire and gets pregnant with his child. Kiandra swore to raise her child alone after finding out that the father of the child tried to kill it just because he didn't want it. Five years pass and she and her child bumps into the devil once more after swearing that they would never meet. Her relief that he doesn't remember her is cut short when Lucas gets her fired from her job for unknown reasons. What happens when Lucas Valencia forces her to work for him after he feels an attraction to her and her child? Will the secret she had hidden remain a secret, or will Lucas find out that the baby he thought he had killed is alive? Find out in The Billionaire's Hidden Legacy.

After being kidnapped and offered up as tribute to the dragon king. Cass finds herself forced into mate bond that she didn't want with not just one dragon, but four. Cass knows that she has no other choice if she wants to keep herself and her sister alive. She will be forced to please the dragons.

A My Stepbrother spin-off. Amaija Klein is all grown up! After a heart break she decides to forget the man and have a baby non-traditionally. But after meeting her donor one night she realizes maybe fate has something else in store. She's having his baby but it's none of his business.

Well, well, well, look who stumbled upon my memoir. Allow me introduce myself properly: The name is Jessica Raye. I lost half of my family in a tragic fire, lived under a bridge and was bullied endlessly by the mean girls. But all that is in the past because I am a trillionaire now. I want to tell you and you alone my story. Consider yourself privileged, darling, because not just anyone gets a backstage pass to the drama-filled show that is my life. This book has found you for a reason. Or maybe fate has led you hear. So buckle up, sit back, grab some popcorn and relax as I tell you how I became a trillionaire, got revenge on my enemies and had the most eligible bachelors chasing me before the age of eighteen. Darling reader, you're about to embark on a journey that'll make your head spin faster than a merry-go-round. Hang on every word as I give you a glimpse into the extraordinary life of yours truly. You will either feel all-consuming adoration or blistering disdain for me. So, take your pick. Love me or loathe me!

When Asher Terrell's family crumbled into bankruptcy, I stood steadfast by his side. We lived in a dank basement, where I toiled through three jobs to help clear their crushing debts. He bounced back and proposed, promising me a true home. Three years into our marriage, I discovered the deed to our house bore the name of his first love. "This is what I owe her," he confessed. Swallowing my pain, I nodded and pushed forward a photo from back when we were crammed in that basement, with a whole table piled high with debt notices. "You've paid your debt to her with our house," I said. "But what about the debt you owe me?"