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For two years, Brent Walker lived a lie. As Sarah Chen's assistant and boyfriend, he poured his heart into both her and Chen Industries. But while he was saving her company from bankruptcy and orchestrating billion-dollar deals, Sarah was busy taking all the credit—and sleeping with other men. She saw Brent only as her charity case boyfriend, and there was no day she didn't mock him in front of everyone to make him feel worthless. But when Brent was fed up with all the pain, lies, and deceit, he finally revealed his hidden identity. Brent was no ordinary assistant; he secretly owned half the buildings on their street. He was done playing the fool. The mask was off, and the real game was about to begin. Sarah was about to learn that the "useless" boyfriend she loved to humiliate was actually a billionaire wolf in sheep's clothing. And he wasn't just coming for her and her company—he was coming for everyone who had ever looked down on him. They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. They had never met Brent Walker...

The last strand of patience I had snapped into shreds when she chose her ex-lover’s son over our dying daughter. Now she paraded around smiling, flaunting him like a trophy, while I was left with nothing but the cold, lifeless body of my child. This wasn’t about hurt anymore. It wasn’t even about pain. She’d stolen a soul from me — and she would feel every atom of what I felt, and more. “I want a divorce.” “That’s not happening. You and I are in this together,” she screeched, eyes boring into mine, searching for the man who always bent to her will. “You will sign the papers,” I said, every word a quiet stone. “Make me!” I stepped closer. My hand closed at her throat — delicate, trembling under my grip — and forced her to meet me. “Sign the papers,” I whispered, voice low and cold. “Or I’ll make you suffer so that even our daughter hears your screams from six feet under.”

"I don't want to put up with you anymore. You're such a good-for-nothing. Do you know how much ridicule I suffered to keep this marriage working? I deserve someone better. Let's end this broken marriage, " Henry's Wife said. Henry Brown, Emily Miller's husband, had always been subject to disdain from the Miller family due to his poor financial ability and his lack of notable achievements. He was regarded as a scum and deadbeat husband by everyone. However, when Henry Brown was left for dead by those who wanted to relive themselves of the stain Henry Brown's name caused them, he received a second chance at survival by a god who granted him special abilities. Back to avenge those who killed him, Henry Brown used his exceptional abilities to climb to the top where he won't be looked down on by anyone. Henry vowed to make his wife and the Miller's family crawl on their knees, begging him. Watch as he rise to the top to dominate the whole world!

“Make a wish,child,or you die!” Laquan squinted his eyes in confusion. The old man’s words and attitude clearly took him off guard. “Uh... Excuse me?” he scoffed. The old man is either a con artist or he himself is hungry and is definitely hearing things “Don't you wanna get rich son?” Quan's brows shot up at the word ‘rich’ His mind drifted to how he's been humiliated in the past and,he unconsciously fisted his fingers. “I want to be powerful.” He breathed out, one could see and hear the desperation in his eyes and voice. “It's a done deal then. I'll change your fate for you. However...”The man paused, then continue the moment he knew he's got the young lad's attention. “know that you only have twenty years to spend on Earth!” Quan’s jaw dropped. “What?! Hey! I don't wanna make a wish any–” The old man smirked. “It's too late,child. A wish cannot be reversed.”

They had been married for three years, yet he treated her like dirt while he gave Lilith all of his love. He neglected and mistreated her, and their marriage was like a cage. Zoe bore with all of it because she loved Mason deeply! That was, until that night. It was a downpour and he abandoned his pregnant wife to spend time with Lilith. Zoe, on the other hand, had to crawl her way to the phone to contact an ambulance while blood was flowing down her feet. She realized it at last. You can’t force someone to love you. Zoe drafted a divorce agreement and left quietly. … Two years later, Zoe was back with a bang. Countless men wanted to win her heart. Her scummy ex-husband said, “I didn’t sign the agreement, Zoe! I’m not going to let you be with another man!” Zoe smiled nonchalantly, “It’s over between us, Mason!” His eyes reddened when he recited their wedding vows with a trembling voice, “Mason and Zoe will be together forever, in sickness or health. I refuse to divorce!”

The sincerity I gave to the woman I loved was in vain. Like everyone else, she saw me as an embarrassment and only wanted to take advantage of me. Until I know my true identity, they won't be able to do what they did before. I will repay them with everything I have without trying because I am greater than them.

Most would grovel just at the thought of being the sole heir of the billionaire, Newton Bishop, but not Justin, even after the discovery of his paternity. He is unwillingly drawn into a life he wasn't prepared for. It did come with it's perks, but it sure does have a price. Does Justin know what it costs? Does he have what it takes to pay the cost?

Andre Corbin was born with raw talent, but no connections. Every evening, he juggled part-time jobs to feed himself and his mother, then hit the empty courts to train under the moonlight. His friends laughed. His coach gave up. His girlfriend left with one final blow: “You’d make a better cleaner than a baller.” But fate had other plans. When an international football scout spotted him by accident from a hotel window, Andre’s destiny changed overnight. A video of his solo training went viral. In days, the biggest clubs in Europe and America were begging to sign him. He became one of the most expensive players alive. But fame isn’t freedom. Now the same people who doubted him want in. His ex wants him back. His fake friends want a piece. And a deadly setup threatens to end it all until they realize the fortune is in his mother’s name. Andre’s comeback wasn’t luck. It was purpose. And he’s just getting started.

They call me Julian Mercer and I keep my head down because I learned the hard way that a name can be a target. I answered an ad for a rental and signed a paper I promised myself I’d never sign: a marriage contract. The job was simple — be the son-in-law for thirty days, take the money, be gone. The family needs a “son” to secure a heritage grant and I need the cash to buy a clean slate. What I didn’t plan for was the way Lila Ardmore looked at me like she already knew what I was hiding. Another thing I didn’t plan for was the ledger in an old piano and the way a neighbor called my mother’s name, and the knot in my gut that felt like an alarm the night someone tried to burn the past into ash. I came to act. I stayed to fix what I broke, and the longer I stayed the more I realized the man I was taught to be will not survive who I have to become. If you want my story, read it from where the dark starts.

“You’re just a contract husband. Don’t forget your place.” Gianna Moretti sneered as she shoved the papers across the table. The man in the wrinkled suit only smirked. “My place? Darling, you’ll find out soon enough it’s far above yours.” She thought she was buying a nobody. A desperate man willing to be humiliated, to wear her leash for money. A man she could throw away once the contract ended. But Vincent wasn’t a nobody. He was the hidden warlord—the commander of the Eagles of the West. A man who built his empire with fire, blood, and the corpses of his enemies. When Gianna’s family turns on her… when the mafia comes to collect… when rivals laugh at her for marrying a beggar— Vincent rises. “You called me worthless? Watch as I destroy everyone who touched what’s mine.” In one night, the groom they mocked becomes the nightmare of kings. And Gianna realizes too late… the man she tried to control is the one who will never let her go