Authoress Charity

Living a simple life has always been her dream, but her life became a misery after she made the biggest mistake of becoming a substitute bride for the sake of her best friend. Chloe Orlando is a young orphan that lived with her only friend, after the death of her late parent. Her life took another turn when she had to pose as Jeffrey Ramos' bride on his wedding day, in the place of her best friend. She thought it was just a one time thing, but what happens when her life and career is now at stake, and the only way to save herself is to marry the young billionaire for real? Do you think she'll be able to cope in the marriage, especially knowing that his heart still belongs to her best friend?...

"Five million dollars to be my wife for three months," "I'm not interested, Mr. Miles..." "I'll make it ten million. So, what do you say?" May couldn't say no to the tempting offer her boss had given her especially now that she needed money badly to start a new life with her unborn child. "I will do it," little did she know that the reply was going to change her life forever. One month ago, twenty-five-year-old May Walter got her heart broken by her boyfriend of two years whom she had spent her recent years, worshipping for the sake of the love she had for him. May thought being betrayed by her boyfriend was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, but her fate proved her wrong after she got drunk and ended up on the bed with her boss. Nothing was worse than this, May had told herself as she cried her eyes out, but finding out later that she was carrying her boss's child was the worst nightmare she wished to wake up from. Weeks later, May's boss was sitting in front of her, asking her to be his contracted wife for three months for some hidden reason he never told May about. She desperately needed the money to start a new life with her baby, but would this marriage end well?

"Your husband fled with another woman. I'm here as his substitute," I didn't imagine the hell that awaited me as Connor's eyes pierced into mine. I knew something was wrong, Carl couldn't have done that as he loved me with everything in him, this man had something to do with his disappearance and I was sure of it, but I was so consumed by my fear that I couldn't question him. Standing in front of the altar together, my heart pounded hard against my chest and the smirk that played on his lips made me regret ever playing a trick on this man. If only I could be given another chance to make things right, but it was too late. Just two weeks ago, I was happy, stealing from this man, thinking I was smart, little did I know the hell that was awaiting me. "You may exchange your rings now," My heart stopped beating as I watched him slid the diamond ring into my finger while having a deadly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The ring felt like shackles of bondage, a promise of lifetime nightmares and miseries, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to escape from. There were only two things involved. It was either I have a happy ending, or a sad one...

"Five million dollars to be my wife for three months," "I'm not interested, Mr. Miles..." "I'll make it ten million. So, what do you say?" May couldn't say no to the tempting offer her boss had given her especially now that she needed money badly to start a new life with her unborn child. "I will do it," little did she know that the reply was going to change her life forever. One month ago, twenty-five-year-old May Walter got her heart broken by her boyfriend of two years whom she had spent her recent years, worshipping for the sake of the love she had for him. May thought being betrayed by her boyfriend was the worst thing that could ever happen to her, but her fate proved her wrong after she got drunk and ended up on the bed with her boss. Nothing was worse than this, May had told herself as she cried her eyes out, but finding out later that she was carrying her boss's child was the worst nightmare she wished to wake up from. Weeks later, May's boss was sitting in front of her, asking her to be his contracted wife for three months for some hidden reason he never told May about. She desperately needed the money to start a new life with her baby, but would this marriage end well?

"I'm your husband now, Janice. Give me your hand, and don't do something stupid," Connor Hughes whispered those words that sent shivers down my spine, and I knew I was doomed for the rest of my life. I was supposed to get married to Carl Hughes, but his brother, the person I feared the most in life, showed up instead. Standing in front of the altar together, my heart pounded hard against my chest and the smirk that played on his lips made me regret ever playing a trick on this man. If only I could be given another chance to make things right, but it was too late. Just two weeks ago, I was happy, duping this man, thinking I was smart, little did I know that I would be tying the knot with him today as his wife. "You may exchange your rings now," My heart stopped beating as I watched him slid the diamond ring into my finger while having a deadly smirk playing at the corner of his lips. The ring felt like shackles of bondage, a promise of lifetime nightmares and miseries, something I wasn't sure I would ever be able to escape from. There were only two things involved. It was either I have a happy ending, or a sad one...

When Alpha Miguel found his fifth mate after the death of his previous mates that all died mysteriously, leading him to believing that he was really cursed as said to him earlier, he was determined to stay away from her and keep their relationship within work alone. However, he couldn't deny the crazy bond that kept pulling him to this girl, who has captured his heart at first sight, and now, he was determined to be with her and protect her from the dangerous creatures after her life. What happens when Clarissa, the twenty-two-year-old girl who already fell head over heels for her boss and boyfriend, found out that the man she loved so much was not a human as she thought, but a werewolf, an Alpha wolf at that? Will she be able to accept him for who he is?

"This is wrong, Tristan..." Her heart races rapidly as she steps away from him and walks back until her back is pressed hard against the wall. "Come on, Tracy... We both know you want this," The corner of his lips twitches into a smirk as he finally traps her between his arms while staring at her as though he'll devour her anytime soon. "Do you really want me to stop, hmm?" Nuzzling his head on her neck, and trailing his hand on her bare inner thigh, he whispers against her neck, driving her to the edge of craziness. "I'm...I'm..." "Tell me you want me, Tracy, and I promise to make you feel so good like no man ever did to you before," He nibbles on her earlobe, and she gasps sharply. "I want you, Tristan..." Those words slips out of her mouth before she can stop them. That was all the permission needed to pin her to the bed...

Shirley Wilson grew up in an abusive home, where she had to feed on her tears with each day that passes by. Hoping that her life would get better as time goes by, it only became worse after she was sold to a stranger by her stepfather. She was sad that she was sold, but was also happy that she has finally left the horrible world of her stepfather. Thinking that her life would change when she gets to her home, she was horrified to find out that she wasn't going to work as a maid as she thought earlier, but there was something more horrible waiting for her. A life she never imagined she would ever live, an awful fate that only existed in fictional world. She was sold not to become a maid, but a baby breeder to the billionaire, Dylan Wilfred and his wife, Wendy Lee. Will she ever get out of her horrible nightmare?

Evelyn Jones has always had a passion for her job as an accountant in Turner's empire, a successful business company. However, her passion for her job changed after she met the arrogant son of her boss, who was to become the new CEO. She thought that she'll be able to hold it in and keep working with them, however, she was mistaken as her psycho boss wouldn't let her be, nor give her the sack letter that she so much desired. Will she be able to cope with her new boss?

"You're a slut, Nadia. I hate you!" Trevor yells at the top of his voice, grabbing the flower vase on the mirror stand, and smashing it on the ground. "You think you're different from all of them? Do you think you're different from all those bitches I sleep with? Hell no, Nadia!" He yells again, glaring hard at her. "Don't you dare, Trevor! Don't you dare talk to me in that manner. Don't you dare call me names, you heartless beast! Do you have a conscience at all? Do you have a heart...." "One more word from you Nadia, and I'll make sure you regret the day you were born. For your damn information, I don't have a conscience. I don't have a heart," The corner of his lips slowly twitches into a smirk as he emphasizes his statement. "I thought you loved me..." "I never said I did... We were horny, and we satisfied each other. Whatever happened between us, is not based on some feelings shit, it was all fun," Nadia watches her with a broken heart as tears trickle down her cheeks. "And that thing inside you... You think it's mine? Were you by chance thinking that I'm going to take responsibility for that thing you're carrying? That's never going to happen, is either you get rid of it, or you go to hell with it. I don't care if you die or not, that's your problem to deal with. You're not my type my kind of woman, Nadia," And with that, he grabs her roughly and throws her out of his room, slamming the door hard on her face. Where is she going to start this journey of hers? How will she cope with the pregnancy? Staring at the closed door, her whole world comes crashing down before her eyes...

Octavia, a beautiful and strong werewolf, was born into the family of Zaid, an omega type of werewolves, the lowest ranking werewolves in Dark Moon pack. For the fear of going through the brutal pains of being an omega, her parents decided to keep her birth a secret from the outside world, as the only one who knew about the poor girl's existence after the parents, is Lia, the Alpha's surrogate mom. She was locked inside the house for twenty years, not seeing the outside world. No friends, no other families, just she and her poor parents. She always sneaked out in the night to get fresh air, and all these time, she made sure to not stay out long, to avoid being caught, as it'll end her poor parents in trouble. On this fateful day, her whole life turned into a misery, as she went out, but got caught by a stranger, who turned out to be their Alpha, whom she had seen a couple of times, but never got to see his face. To punish her and the parents, the Alpha decided that her parents should be killed, to justify their crime, but what happens, when the little Octavia, got consumed by her power, and her demon took over her, right in front of the Alpha, which is something that had never happened in history?

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Kathryne went to the St. Regis Hotel to surprise her fiancé, Leo, for his twenty-fifth birthday. She had a Patek Philippe watch in her hand, thinking she was the luckiest woman in the world. But when she pushed open the unlocked door to his suite, she saw him sweating on top of a blonde woman. "You promised you'd break up with that boring Kathryne after your birthday," the woman whined. Kathryne didn't cry. She snapped a photo of their tangled bodies, threatened to leak it to the press, and called off the engagement right there. She thought that was the end of her nightmare. But as she nearly collapsed in the hotel lobby, Leo's uncle, the terrifying and powerful Everett Carlisle, stepped out of the shadows. He chased Leo away, drove her home, and played the perfect, caring elder. He even convinced her strict father that she needed a fresh start, forcing her to sign an ironclad contract to be his personal assistant. Kathryne felt completely trapped. She had just escaped one suffocating relationship only to be handed over to a man who somehow knew everything about her-from her hidden claustrophobia to her secret stash of junk food. She thought she was just taking a demanding job to heal her broken heart. She had no idea that Everett had orchestrated the entire hotel betrayal just to break her engagement. She was running away from a cheating boy, completely unaware that she was walking straight into the meticulously designed cage of a patient predator.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

She came back to expose her cheating fiancé. She didn't expect to catch the eye of the most dangerous man in the city. On the night she publicly called off her engagement, a mysterious billionaire put a jade prayer bracelet on her wrist and said, "Marry me. You won't lose." Now her ex-fiancé is begging for a second chance, her scheming sister is out for blood, and everyone says she's ruined her life. But her new husband? He just smiles and says, "Let them talk. I'll handle it." Wait — did she just accidentally marry the most powerful man in the country?

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything.