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I blinked behind my glasses, stunned and confused. "Did I...do something wrong? If so, I'm sorry..." "No need to apologize," Helen cut in, frost edging her cultured voice. "You've done nothing wrong, Tristan. Except be complacent." I frowned, feeling cold dread creeping through my veins. "What do you mean?" Vivian released a short, harsh sigh, as if disgusted by my ignorance. "Must we spell it out? This marriage clearly isn't working anymore. You lack ambition. I've simply outgrown you at this point. I'm doing what's necessary and best for myself by letting you go." Her icy words slammed into me like a physical attack. I stared at her lovely face I had once adored so much, now cold and remote, trying to make sense of what she was saying. Letting me go? Was she saying... Linda held out a crisp legal envelope to me. Hands shaking, I accepted it from her polished nails. The contents confirmed my worst fears - divorce papers, all drawn up and ready for my signature. My eyes scanned the conditions outlined within. The terms were heavily skewed in Vivian's favor. "This...says I would get nothing," I murmured in stunned disbelief. "No alimony, no remaining rights to shared assets or property..." "Naturally," Linda replied coolly, inspecting her manicure. "You contributed absolutely nothing of value to this marriage financially. Therefore, you should leave with what you brought to it - nothing."

As the college entrance exams approached, I paid the top student in our class to tutor me. But the day she came over, she brought along her childhood sweetheart and insisted that he join our study sessions. I declined her request politely, and she did not press the matter further. The boy left my house in defeat and was struck by a car, suffering injuries so severe that they left him crippled. He could no longer continue his education and was forced to drop out, taking on grueling manual labor to survive. The girl continued tutoring me nonetheless. We both gained admission to the same university, grew close over time, fell in love, got married, and started a family. But on the night of our wedding anniversary, Sharon slipped poison into my soup and watched impassively as I began to convulse and vomit blood, the crimson stain spreading slowly across the floor. "This is what you owe Harry," she said with cold venom. "Taste what it's like to lose all hope." It turned out that she had harbored resentment toward me for all those years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day she first came to my house with her friend.

They told me to get close to him. To make him trust me. To destroy him. The envelope landed like a stone dropped into still water. Inside: a photograph of a man who could buy my soul. A note that said, Seduce him. Destroy him. Or your mother dies. My mother is dying. The cancer is a thief in the night, stealing her breath one shallow gasp at a time. Twelve million dollars stands between her and a cure. I have twelve dollars in my pocket and a hunger that has nothing to do with food. So when Evelyn Cole – the spider in a gray suit offers me a deal, I say yes. Liam Cole is cold, untouchable, devastatingly beautiful. CEO of Crestwood Capital. Heir to a fortune built on bones and buried secrets. He does not smile. He does not explain. When he walks into a room, the air learns to hold its breath. He is my target, my enemy and my ruin. But when he closes his office door, he does not fire me. He slides a photograph across his glass desk – me, taking the job, caught in a camera's unblinking eye. And he whispers, "I have known since before you walked through my door." Now I am trapped between two hunters. Evelyn wants the file that could burn her empire to ash. She has my mother – a hostage wrapped in hospital sheets. Liam wants me to stay, to play the part, to feed Evelyn lies while he hunts the people who murdered his father.

The impostor took his own life the day I married Cathy Jones. By the second year of our marriage, we had turned against each other completely because of him. She despised me because my return had driven Zac Lowe to his death. And I despised her for longing after the man who had stolen my name for twenty years. For a decade, we hurled the cruelest words and wished death upon each other until the earthquake came. She shielded me under her body and used her back to bear the weight of the collapsing beam to keep me alive. The ceiling fell. Blood and debris blurred together. As her life slipped away, she whispered in my ear, “If I had known he would die, I would have never brought you home. “If there’s another life, your only family should be me.” In the end, I still died in the aftershock. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first took me to meet my biological parents. But she suddenly changed her mind. “Harry, I was wrong! You’re not the son the Lowe family lost twenty years ago.”

On our wedding night, my CEO wife’s assistant barged into the bridal suite with a crowd behind him. He wrapped an arm around her waist and grinned in front of all the guests. “I've gotta thank Shawn for being so generous. Over the past year, Chloe and I tried all 1,000 positions in the Karma Sutra, won a $10,000,000 bonus, and even ended up with a baby. “Don’t feel too bad, Shawn, even if all you got was one dollar. “And of course, I should thank my future in-laws and everyone here for thinking so highly of me. Tonight, I’ll definitely make sure Chloe has the time of her life on our wedding night.” The room fell silent. No one said a word. Even my father-in-law, who always claimed he treated me like his own son, lowered his head and avoided my eyes. Chloe glanced at me and said casually, “He’s young and insecure. He just wants to spend the wedding night with me. That’s all. “Jason even gave me his first time because he wanted this baby so badly. I have to take responsibility for him.” My heart instantly turned ice-cold. I finally understood why she had given me that envelope with a single dollar in it. I made my decision as I looked at the woman before me, who suddenly felt like a complete stranger. I did not want her anymore.

"Nah, not gonna happen. I don't want to skip work just because of that girl. She's not that important. I will not make her life easier by impregnating her that soon," I said. "Well, bro, it's your choice. Just don't let yourself be head over the heels for Stacey. That'll create a big issue!" Harry said. "That's cliché, man! Do you think I'll let that happen? I'm so busy torturing her physically and mentally. I won't have any more time to think about loving her. I also barely go home," I confidently said. -----. Stacey's life has always been difficult. She is constantly required to present herself in front of the lads in order to encourage them to offer her money or whatever in return for sex. In addition, there will be a fee for each touch to private parts. It's almost as if you had to pay to touch. Fortunately, she was able to flee this realm thanks to Cygnus, her love one. But because of Yul Matthew Servano, everything became blue, and her life became much more confusing than it was before. It was planned for her to marry him. Will they build affections for each other despite the fact that Yul is a womanizer and Stacey is a transitory relationship for guests?

Elara Vance was never a bride...She was a transaction. To save her brother’s life and settle her father’s crumbling debts, she sold herself into a three year "Repayment Marriage" to the coldest man in the city, Julian Vane. For three years, she endured his frozen silence, his public indifference, and the cruel whispers of a high society that saw her as nothing more than a social prop. She played the role of the perfect, submissive wife, hiding her world-class talent and her breaking heart behind a mask of glass. She waited for a spark of warmth, a sign that the man who held her at night felt more than just obligation. Then came the morning after their final night together, the night she thought finally changed everything. Instead of a "good morning," Julian tossed a manila envelope onto the bed. "The debt is paid, Elara. Sign the papers and leave. I’m done with you." Julian thought he was finally rid of the woman he blamed for his past. He didn't expect her to sign the papers with a smile. He didn't expect her to vanish into thin air, leaving his massive mansion echoing with a silence that felt like a curse. But Elara didn't leave alone. She left with a secret, a tiny heartbeat that Julian would never know about. Now, the hunter has become the haunted. As Elara rises from the ashes of her old life to become a woman the world can't ignore, Julian is left to realize that the wife he threw away was the only thing holding his world together. The debt is settled. The game has changed. And this time, he’s the one who will have to pay... with his soul.

She was a deal. Until she became his obsession. Until he became her ruin. Until the lines blur. Alina Carter has three things left: a mother in a hospital bed, an eviction notice, and twenty-four hours to find a miracle. The miracle arrives in a black car, with an envelope, and a name she already knows to fear. Adrian Voss. Billionaire. Ruthless. The kind of man people warn you about in the same breath they describe a natural disaster. His offer is simple. Move into his penthouse. Attend his events. Play the role his world requires. In return, every debt is cleared, her mother is taken care of, and she walks away in six months with her life restored. What he doesn't tell her is the truth behind the offer. That she is not a solution to his problem. She is the problem. Three years ago, Alina unknowingly destroyed one of his most important business deals — and Adrian Voss has never forgotten a debt. She was chosen. She was arranged. She was bought. But somewhere between the cold terms of the contract and the man who keeps protecting her when he doesn't have to, the lines begin to blur. Adrian begins to feel things he didn't plan for. Alina begins to see a person underneath the control she didn't expect to find. And then the truth comes out — all of it. The revenge. The manipulation. The years of planning. when they are both in danger. The only person Adrian trusts with her safety is himself. And the only question that matters is the one neither of them has an answer to yet: Can something real grow from a foundation built entirely on revenge? Or will the truth destroy them both before they get the chance to find out?

She chose his gifts carefully every year. His mother made sure he only received the ones he'd throw away. Faith Blackwood has spent years invisible in her own home, her belongings taken, her voice silenced, her carefully chosen gifts replaced with ones designed to make Harrison look down on her. On the night of her coming of age, fate delivers the last thing she expected: a mate bond with Harrison, the stepbrother who has made her life a misery. Harrison has spent years becoming exactly what his mother shaped him to be: ambitious, cold, and blind to the girl right in front of him. But when the truth begins to unravel, he discovers that everything he knew was built on lies, manipulation, and years of meaningful gifts he was never meant to receive. Sent to the mate cabin for three weeks, Harrison must face what he has done — and Faith must decide whether the boy she once called Harry still exists beneath the Alpha her stepmother created. A silver wolf with a name fit for a goddess. A man who must decide whether becoming worthy of his mate matters more than becoming the Alpha he was raised to be.

He was her stepfather. He made her breakfast every Sunday while her mother was still alive. He was at her graduation. He kept a careful distance that Aurora noticed — and never examined. When her mother died, Aurora left and spent two years telling herself she had processed everything properly. She had not. Now her grandmother has handed her a red envelope with one name inside it. The same name. Aurora holds the note for a long time before she gets on the bus. Julian Oswald is forty years old. Cedar Falls knows him as a quiet widowed chef raising his daughter alone. What Cedar Falls does not know — what the entire culinary world has been trying to discover for years — is that Julian is the Ghost Chef. The anonymous billionaire behind the world's largest culinary empire. A face no one has ever photographed. His five-year-old daughter Lily has not spoken a full sentence since her mother died. She has not eaten voluntarily. Not for anyone. Until Aurora walks through the door. Lily says one word after two years of silence — a name she should not still remember — and Julian goes completely still on the porch. That is when Aurora understands she is not walking into a contract. She is walking back into the most dangerous kitchen she has ever been in. The one where everything between them has always been unspoken. The one where he still knows her breakfast order without asking. He was supposed to be off-limits. He was. He memorized her breakfast order anyway.