Oh No! Married To My Nemesis Novels & Stories

Hermione Windsor was supposed to be a bride until she discovered her fiancé’s betrayal on the night before their wedding. With her future on the line and her father’s arranged marriage looming, Hermione accepts the only escape offered to her: marriage to Rhys Huxley, the man she has hated since high school after an incident. Cold. Ruthless. A billionaire who believes she once ruined his life and betrayed his trust. Their marriage is not a contract. There are no conditions. No escape. To Rhys, marrying Hermione is punishment. To Hermione, it is survival. But as resentment turns to desire and buried truths begin to surface, Hermuone realizes the most dangerous thing about her

“No can do. I'm a changed man now. The only p*** I want is my wife's," I drawl. She practically sputters, invisible steam oozing from her ears. "Get your filthy hands off me," she snarls. I lean in, my lips grazing her earlobe. “Why? Afraid that I'm going to find out how much your body still yearns for mine?" I drawl, and she shivers, pressing her thighs together as I squeeze her hip lightly. … I’ve hated Hayden Wolfe since high school. He made my life hell. When I’m suddenly thrown into an arranged marriage with him, I’m convinced I’ve hit rock bottom. He needs a wife to secure his position in his family’s billion-dollar empire. I need my father’s company to survive.

I’m Daisy Valence. Eighteen. The favorite daughter of the Valence family. I woke up and found myself eight years in the future. Not only was I married to my nemesis, Lorenzo Astor, but we had a four-year-old son. Even crazier, the future me was a stone-cold snake, plotting to gut Lorenzo's operation while planning to run off with her "lover" after the divorce. And this "lover"? Just some nobody from the slums I was bankrolling. I must have lost my mind. Just as I was about to cut ties with all of them and get my free, single life back... I found the love letters Lorenzo wrote me, a secret stash of things I’d used, and a phone filled with my pictures… Then he grabbed me, his eyes bloodshot, a

Alice Brent walks away from her wedding after discovering her fiancé’s betrayal, leaving him humiliated at the altar. In a moment that shocks the entire city, she turns around and marries his biggest hockey rival, Devon Shaun. What begins as an act of revenge meant to reclaim her pride quickly shifts into something far more dangerous and calculated, as Alice slowly realizes Devon didn’t accept her by chance, he has been waiting for her and for reasons she doesn’t yet understand.

I want Hunter on his knees, looking up at me with those infuriating eyes while I ruin that smart mouth of his. I want to push him until he’s gasping, trembling, pounding his fists against my thighs, desperate and undone. But we don’t all get our wishes, do we? Especially such a perverted, fucked up wish. So I shove it down into the deepest darkest corners of my chest, pretending to hate him. Wait, it’s not actually pretense, because I DO hate that fucker. My hatred for him is a visceral thing that rages through my vein, drumming only one tune. --FUCKING DESTROY HUNTER BEAUMONT. But the moment I vow to take his stupid team of rich snobby fucks to the cleaners and brin

“I'd help you. But that's only if you play by my rules.” … Jacqueline would have killed anyone who said her name alongside Alex's. She hated his attitude, his name, his existence, and most especially—his tattoos. But when she is thrown out of her father’s house, and the billionaire biker offers her a deal amidst the rough night. She is choiceless. She needs to survive two unbearable years before she reveals her true identity. She lands in his glass house on the city outskirts, and she is forced into an agreement of convenience. But Alexander did not only hold power, he held secrets. Dangerous secrets.

Blurb "I don't love you, Aryna. Only my grandma does." His voice rang through the deafening silence, "Gina is the one my heart wants. You're only here to fill a void and that's only for a while until I finally make things right and claim Gina as mine." My heart dropped to my stomach. "Come to think of it, you can't even give me an heir, meanwhile Gina is pregnant with my child." As if it wasn't enough, Ryan pressed on, breaking me in the worst way ever. How could he say this to me after everything? Was this all he could pay me back after saving his life there years ago? My face fell? How do I tell him I was pregnant with his child too? **** She saved his life. He gav

There’s an envelope sitting in the middle of my desk. White. Unmarked. Perfectly centered, like someone placed it there with intention. My name is typed across the front. “Termination of Employment.” My stomach sinks. I scan the rest—employment ended effective immediately… final paycheck processed… return company property… Thank you for your service. He even dared to say thank you. The signature at the bottom makes my throat tighten. His name. Bold. Clean. Like this is nothing but routine paperwork to him. “Xavier Crest. CEO of TechUp” So this is what “no” costs. I stared at the letter filled with rage. Just when Sydney thought her life was starting to come together, her ruthless

Adrianna Bianco is a 27-year-old well-known model worldwide, confident, independent, and smart. She never wanted to get married and have kids, she never wanted to have one. Jared Creed is a 30-year-old owner of one of the largest and most successful airlines worldwide, rich, powerful, manipulative, and absolutely gorgeous. He wanted to marry as soon as possible to get the company that his parents promised to give him. He already found someone to marry when his parents announced that he's marrying someone he despise. They were happy with their successful life, not until their parents announced that they are marrying each other, which happens to be a nemesis.

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind