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"...don't... stop..." The vibrator would not turn off. I wrapped myself in a throw, clamped my thighs around the thing still going inside me, and hobbled to the door to let the delivery guy in. Begging him, in my head, to please just help me.

At 19, Remy Vale was forced into surrogacy by her desperate father. When one twin was declared stillborn, she fled the hospital with the “dead” baby and vanished. Eight years later, billionaire basketball star Kai Sterling finds her—and their secret bond ignites. But his fiancée, Sienna, discovers the truth and wages a silent war to destroy Remy. No press. No pity. Just a mother fighting to keep the son the world erased. A raw, grounded billionaire romance about survival, secrets, and the woman who refused to be a footnote in someone else’s legacy.

When Wren’s arrogant boss punishes her with a kiss, she leaves shaken but certain her fiancé will tell her it means nothing. Instead, she finds him in her bed. With her half-sister, Vivienne. The man who swore he would never look at another woman doesn’t just betray her—he blames her. Humiliated and discarded, Wren has nowhere left to go but the one place she swore she wouldn’t return to. Her office.And to Him. Leander is cold,and twice her age. And he offers her an escape. "A two-year marriage contract. A child." And the power to destroy the two people who tried to ruin her. It was meant to be simple. No love. No emotions. Just a contract. But the most dangerous agreements are the ones signed in silence. Will Wren follow the terms… Or risk losing herself to something far more dangerous than revenge?

Wrong bride? Check. Contract marriage signed in desperation? Absolutely. Happily ever after? Let’s not insult each other. Alora Blackwood never planned to marry the man who ruined her life or the one who hated her family. But when her brother is framed for the murder of one of the most powerful men in the city, desperation sends her twin sister into the office of his son, Lucien Vale. The strategic Ceo who doesn’t want apologies but wants is a wife to enforce a stable claim on the company. Just two years of a binding contract for her brother’s freedom in exchange. But what Leyla doesn’t know is that Lucien didn’t choose her by accident and what Lucien doesn’t know… is that the woman walking down the aisle was never Leyla. It's Alora. And lies... make the most dangerous vows.

Valeria Cole has spent years sacrificing everything to keep her younger brother alive. But when his condition suddenly deteriorates, she is given an impossible ultimatum; raise an astronomical sum of money in seven days or lose him forever. Valeria accepts a contract marriage proposal from Julius Sterling, the billionaire CEO of Sterling Holdings, as a result of desperation. The agreement appears simple. She will be his wife for one year in exchange for enough money to save her brother's life. But nothing about Julius Sterling seemed simple. As Valeria adjusts to a world of wealth, power, and carefully guarded secrets, she begins to uncover disturbing inconsistencies surrounding her marriage. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that the contract was never just a business arrangement. The greatest betrayal comes from the one person she trusted most—her best friend, Victoria Whitmore. Unknown to Valeria, Victoria played a crucial role in bringing her and Julius together as part of a hidden corporate project designed to manipulate human behavior and control outcomes. What Valeria believed was a lifeline was, in reality, a carefully orchestrated trap. Caught between a powerful man who knows more than he admits and a friend whose loyalty was never what it seemed, Valeria must decide whether she will remain a pawn in someone else's game or fight for her freedom. When secrets unravel and loyalties shatter, she discovers a terrifying truth: she was never chosen to be wife. She was chosen to be a test.

I had never imagined my life would eventually turn into a business deal. But when my father's hospital bills reached a surprisingly huge amount, I thought that was all not until my landlord decided I was better off homeless. At this point, I had no choice but to sign a contract with Alexander Pierce, a man whose presence alone screams arrogance and pride with power. The deal was simple: marry him for a year and three months, feign to be his devoted loving wife, and in turn, I will regain my financial freedom. But I can't say there was something simple about Alexander. His gaze burns too deep, his touches linger too long, and harder it becomes to state what's real or fake. I signed a contract. I never signed up for falling in love. But tell that to my heart.