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The day before the wedding, I go to the bridal shop to pick up my custom wedding dress. The clerk informs me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Stone. Yesterday, a woman called Ms. Lovelett came and picked up your dress." My best friend, Sherry Lancelot, suddenly remembers something. "Isn't that the surname of your fiance's secretary? He's so thoughtful. He had your dress picked up in advance for you." But in the next second, Mary Lovelett posts a social media update. In her photo, she is wearing my one-of-a-kind custom wedding dress that is worth hundreds of millions and posing coquettishly in front of the camera. The caption reads, "Zachary is the best boss in the world. I casually said I wanted to take some portraits. He generously bought me a globally limited outfit for a photoshoot so that I can take the photos to my heart's desire!" I look at the post and reply coldly, "That's the wedding dress I personally chose for myself. Since when did it become your photoshoot outfit?" The post is deleted instantly. My fiance, Zachary Everdon, calls me angrily. "What nonsense comment was that? I just lent your stupid dress to Mary for a bit. It's a cheap, one-time thing anyway. I can buy you a dozen more to make up for it." I let out a cold laugh and record the call. Then, I send him a screenshot of the 200 million dollars purchase record. I say, "Sure. Will you pay by check or by direct transfer? Hurry up. Once you pay, we're calling off the engagement."

Grace was the perfect wife for three years, enduring Sebastien Montgomery’s contempt and the humiliations inflicted by his family. He treated her like a shadow, convinced that she had “trapped” him while he remained obsessed with the glamorous Katerina. The night Grace discovered she was pregnant, Sebastien threw the divorce papers at her: “Katerina is back. I don’t need you anymore.” He thought she would sink into misery. He didn’t know that Grace was the long-lost heiress to a billion-dollar empire. Two years later, the hunter becomes the hunted. Sebastien, on the brink of bankruptcy, desperately seeks an anonymous investor to save his company. When the office doors open, he doesn’t find the submissive girl he left behind. He finds a powerful, radiant woman. But she isn’t alone. Dominic Rossi, Sebastien’s most ruthless rival and the man who now controls the market, wraps his arm possessively around Grace’s waist. An adorable little boy runs toward him shouting, “Daddy, look at my new car!” Sebastien feels the world crashing down on him as he recognizes his own eyes in the little boy. On his knees, his voice breaking, he pleads: “Grace, please… he’s my son. Let me fix this.” Dominic looks at him with icy contempt as Grace signs the purchase order: “You’re too late, Montgomery. The boy already has a real father… and I already own your empire.”

Caitlin Van Dyke is at a crossroads. She’s thirty-two years old and she’s never been married, has no career, or a real life by the world’s standards. Caitlin is determined to find herself and figure out what she wants out of life. So, she made an impulsive purchase online – a fixer-upper in Key West. While there she plans to discover herself and try new things. Before she leaves she attends her sister, Catherine’s wedding. During the reception, her boyfriend, Hector Beaumont, proposes to her. Caitlin explains where she’s at in her life and tells him she’ll think over his proposal while she is away. Caitlin had planned to be alone to find herself on the tropical island – and to renovate her new purchase. But when she arrives, she discovers that the fixer-upper is in worst shape than she had thought. She has no choice but to hire a handyman. A.J., lone wolf, drifter, and he lives on a boat but he came highly recommended. So, Caitlin hired him not knowing that doing so would turn her life upside down. Their attraction is too strong for them to deny. Their chemistry boils over during Hurricane Bart on a private island. After two or three weeks of bliss, Caitlin decides she has to return to the real world – without A.J. After returning to New York, Caitlin accepts Hector’s proposal. Her mother can’t wait to start planning wedding weekend events Van Dyke style. Everything is going according to plan until A.J. pops up in New York at a dinner Caitlin is hosting under his real identity. Pregnant and engaged, what is a girl to do when her summer lover shows up, demanding that she be with him?

After working for five years, I finally get to purchase my favorite penthouse in Rainville. Tessa Boston, my younger cousin who has just graduated from high school, tells me she wants to stay with me during her summer break. I want to reject her at first, but my mom claims that we're all relatives here, and that I shouldn't act all high and mighty just because I'm richer now. So, everyone drops Tessa off on my doorstep without even consulting me. But after Tessa starts living with me, she frequently sings loudly and makes a lot of noise in the middle of the night. I can't get a good night's sleep because of her. After that, she even invites her old high school classmates over to the penthouse and throws a party there. Tessa tells her classmates that this is the smallest residence she owns. Apparently, this is a gift she has received to celebrate her 18th birthday. Everyone is envious of her and calls her an actual heiress of a wealthy family. But these punks completely mess up my penthouse. My neighbors begin lodging noise complaints against me. Unable to take it anymore, I warn the youngsters to keep their voices down. But Tessa thinks I've humiliated her, so she begins harboring a grudge against me. When I'm watering my flowers on the balcony, she uses that opportunity to lock me outside. It's an insanely hot day. I'm stuck on the balcony from morning till night. By then, I've already died from the heat. When I wake up again, I've returned to the day Tessa tells me she wants to stay with me.

“Do you know how much I purchased you? you worthless pet!”…another slap landed on Lisa’s face and this came from no other person than her master,Adam. “You ungrateful brat!…how dare you refuse to pleasure me?”,Adam let out and then a sardonic laugh escaped her lips. She let the tears fall down her cheek freely. Her “I’d never be your pet!,get a dog or any other animal if you need one,besides I never begged you to buy me.”Lisa spat out with endless tears streaming down her cheeks. Adam moved closer to her,locking his hand around her neck till she began to choke,”Then prepare to work for your breath under my roof”. He spat into her face. ****** Lisa Gray who is hated by everyone after the death of her parents where only her survived.Most people said she was cursed and wanted nothing to do with her. Her paternal relatives took over her families wealth and betrothed her to a man without her consent to form alliance to protect the company. She was driven from the her home and was kidnapped by the underworld.On the day of her auction,her groom finally appeared and bought her as a pet. Adams Archer a successful billionaire also involved in the underworld market sighted his bride on the podium about to be auctioned.His possessiveness ruled him when he spoke out the highest amount ever given to purchase a slave. His relationship with his slave starts up on a thorny ground but Adams and Lisa soon develop soft spots for each other. Unknown to them that their slave and master relationship would flourish into something real.Who would have thought Adam would want anything out of his pet other than pleasure.

"You have my daughter, La Gualias, I want Kira back,” Alan Whitaker demanded. “You have no rights on her, Dimitri La Gualias.” “I bought her, she is my property,” Dimitri replied. “I want my daughter, La Gualias,” Alan shouted. “And if I found out that you had defiled her!” “Well, I have already, multiple times,” Dimitri mocked. “La Gualias,” Alan screamed. “Well, she screams Dimitri when I fuck her!" Dimitri spoke shamelessly. “What do you intend to do with her?” Alan demanded. “Fuck her, use her, then maybe dump her in the jungles of Romania, what else do you think will happen? Why do you think I have a Whitaker in my home?” “So, you are using her?” Alan clarified. “Of course I am using her,” Dimitri looked stunned. “What else is she good for?” “I heard rumors that she is your mate,” Alan asked. “Well yeah! I had to pretend, what else!” Dimitri rolled his eyes. “She is very stubborn. She was a virgin who would not let me touch her until she had a promise of forever. And she threw herself at me once I did that, just like that… Are all girls in your bloodline so naïve and gullible?” ******* Dimitri, the most powerful alpha and mafia lord of the world, bought Kira at an auction. He is a ruthless man who likes to dominate. He is successful in everything he did, but he never knew that his one purchase will change the course of his life forever. But while Dimitri had power, Kira had a secret. She is the heiress to another powerful and rival clan, whose past, present, future are just as unpredictable as Dimitri's moods. What would happen when these two opposite personalities will clash? Delve in to their lives to get to know more...

As soon as I get off the surgical table after my miscarriage, my husband, Presley Quinn, sends me a text message. "You were ten cents short when you paid your share of the power bill this month. Transfer the money to me immediately." I can only sit on the cold bench in the hospital on my own. The anesthesia has yet to wear out, but my belly is already hurting so much that I can practically feel it constricting on itself. The next thing I know, a new post appears on my social media homepage. It's a post made by Vivienne Ashford, the intern Presley is in charge of tutoring. In the photo, Vivienne can be seen holding a bouquet of flowers folded from money bills. A bright and radiant smile blooms on her face. The four-leaf clover necklace adorning her neck is the same necklace I've seen in Presley's purchase history two days ago. The caption of the photo writes, "I don't want a lot of money. I want a ton of love instead." Only then do I remember that today is Valentine's Day as well as my fifth-year anniversary with Presley. Over the past five years, Presley and I have been splitting every single bill, down to two decimal places. If I take a shower for more than 20 minutes, Presley demands that I pay extra for the water heater's power bill. When I cook myself some supper in the middle of the night, Presley wants me to split the gas bill generated by the stove. Even when my mom is hospitalized due to kidney failure and is waiting for her surgical bills to be settled, Presley refuses to lend me a single cent. Instead, he sends me a few links leading to web loans. As I stare at the social media feed, I chuckle all of a sudden. It turns out that Presley does know how to spend money. It's just that he doesn't have the heart to spend it on me. I smile once again as I leave a like on the post. Then, I transfer the ten cents to Presley. From now on, I don't owe him any single penny.

Peter Crowley finds out that it's been three days since I last lodged a purchase request from him. Thinking that I've finally learned how to become a good wife, he decides to text me as a form of reward. "I've already restored your adoptive mother's treatment privileges. You should be more docile from now on. Don't keep lying just to ask for more money from me. "I know that it's tough, being from the bottom rung of the society and all, but I'm not a gullible idiot, you know." What Peter doesn't know is that I've already finished drafting a divorce agreement by the time I receive his text. Before leaving the manor, the only thing I can take with me is the white T-shirt and the jeans I wore when I first married into this family. No one will ever believe that I, the glamorous and radiant Mrs. Crowley, don't have enough decent clothes to take up an entire closet. Every cent meant for any private expenses needs to go through a corporate approval system. All of the fancy clothes and jewelry are locked up in a safe, too. If I ever need money, I'll have to submit a request to Peter's secretary, Cara Harden. This is all because Peter looks down on my background. He thinks that I'll somehow develop a bad habit of spending money excessively just because I've married rich. But three days ago, my adoptive mother was in critical condition. I quickly put in a request for 200 thousand dollars for her surgical bills, only for Cara to drag out the approval system's procession. In the end, my adoptive mother died in the hospital. Peter has no idea that the only reason why I can tolerate his behavior for so many years is for the sake of the medical resources that can cure my adoptive mother. Now that my adoptive mother is dead, there's no need for me to continue staying in this marriage.