Regina Eliza

When survival is all you know, love feels like a luxury you can't afford.Evelyn Adesua doesn't dream of romance,she dreams of making it through another day. Between her market shifts, cleaning jobs, and caring for her sick mother, there's no room in her life for love. But fate has other plans.Rico Blaze, the city's most feared gangster, sees her courage in a moment of chaos and becomes obsessed. Leonardo Sterling, a ruthless billionaire CEO, meets her gaze across his office tower and feels something he's never felt before(desire mixed with fascination).Two powerful men. One struggling girl. Both fall for her at first sight.When they confess their feelings, Eve rejects them both. She has no time for hearts and flowers when bills are piling up and her mother's health is failing. But desperation makes people do desperate things. When Leo's cunning grandmother offers to save her mother's life in exchange for marriage, Eve is trapped into becoming Mrs. Sterling(a title that comes with a price tag written in tears).The Sterling mansion isn't a home; it's a battlefield. Leo's family wages war against the "poor girl" who dared enter their world, while Eve struggles to survive their cruelty and her own resentment toward the husband she never wanted. But when she gives birth to his twins(a boy and a girl)everything changes.Love grows in the most unexpected places. Leo discovers the torture his wife endured and unleashes his fury on those who hurt her. His redemption isn't quick or easy, but it's real. And Eve? She learns that sometimes the heart you closed off is the one that needed opening most.From poverty to power. From forced vows to chosen love. From survival to truly living.This is the story of a woman who refused to be broken, two men who wanted to save her, and the billionaire who learned that earning love is harder and more beautiful than buying it.

When Scarlett Hayes discovers her fiancé in bed with her stepsister on the eve of their wedding, she makes a reckless decision that will change her life forever. Armed with a bottle of champagne and a broken heart, she crashes the infamous Wolfe mansion's charity gala and ends up in the bed of Manhattan's most notorious billionaire, Damien Wolfe. Three months later, Scarlett is scrubbing toilets in the same mansion where her life unraveled, hiding two explosive secrets: she's pregnant with Damien's child, and she's actually the missing heiress to the Montgomery fortune, a legacy stolen by her stepmother after her father's suspicious death. Damien Wolfe doesn't do relationships. Haunted by a betrayal that cost him everything, he's built an empire on cold calculation and ruthless deals. But when he discovers his new housekeeper is the mysterious woman from that night and she's carrying his heir,he makes her an offer she can't refuse: a contract marriage, twelve months, no emotions attached. What starts as a transaction becomes a dangerous game of secrets and seduction. As Scarlett navigates high society's treacherous waters while plotting revenge against those who destroyed her family, she finds herself falling for the man who was never supposed to be more than a business arrangement. But Damien has enemies who will stop at nothing to destroy him, and when they discover Scarlett is his weakness, the stakes become deadly. With fortunes on the line, a baby on the way, and the past threatening to consume them both, Scarlett and Damien must decide: is their contract marriage worth fighting for, or will betrayal and revenge tear them apart forever? In a world where love is the ultimate risk and trust is a luxury neither can afford, two broken souls must learn that sometimes the greatest fortune isn't measured in billions,it's found in the courage to let someone in.

When struggling housekeeper Ivy Monroe discovers she's pregnant after a reckless night with her billionaire employer's son, she thinks her life can't get any worse. She's wrong. Fired, humiliated, and desperate, she's ready to disappear into obscurity until ruthless CEO Damien Blackwood makes her an offer she can't refuse: marry him for one year, produce an heir to secure his inheritance, and walk away with ten million dollars. Damien needs a wife, fast. His grandmother's will stipulates he must be married with a child on the way before his thirty-fifth birthday, or his empire goes to his conniving cousin. Ivy, already pregnant and in desperate need of money for her dying mother's medical bills, seems like the perfect solution. It's just business. A contract. No feelings involved. But Ivy is hiding more than her humble origins. Once the wild child of a disgraced political family, she reinvented herself after a betrayal that destroyed everything she loved. Now, forced into Manhattan's glittering high society as Damien's wife, she must face the very people who ruined her:including Damien's ex-fiancée, the woman who orchestrated her downfall. As passion ignites between them despite the coldness of their arrangement, Ivy discovers that Damien's world is built on secrets and lies. His cousin is plotting to destroy him, his ex-fiancée wants him back at any cost, and someone knows exactly who Ivy used to be. When the truth about her past explodes into the present, Ivy must decide: run like she always has, or fight for the life and the love she never expected to find. In a world where everyone has an agenda,and trust is the ultimate luxury, can a marriage built on deception become something real? Or will their billion-dollar lie destroy them both?

I never planned to fall into his bed or his world. After a night of heartbreak and too much champagne, I woke up in the arms of the most powerful man I'd ever met: Adrian Blackwood, the enigmatic billionaire CEO whose name alone made people tremble. I thought it was a mistake, a fleeting one-night stand I'd never speak of again. Until I walked into my new job... and saw him sitting behind the desk, looking at me like I was both his secret and his sin. Adrian was everything I swore to avoid:cold, controlling, and far too dangerous for a woman like me. Yet every glance, every accidental touch pulled me deeper into his orbit. I tried to keep it professional, but his possessive eyes told another story:one filled with obsession, hidden scars, and a hunger that refused to fade. What started as an accident soon became a forbidden entanglement. But in his world of power and deception, love is the most dangerous game of all. And when the past he tried to bury collides with my future, one secret threatens to destroy us both. One night changed everything. Now, I'm either the woman who can save him... Or the one who will bring him to his knees.

"Sign the contract, or lose everything." I stared at the papers that would seal my fate-a three-year marriage to Julian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire they call the Ice King. My family didn't ask. They demanded. My father's company was drowning, my stepsister's engagement had exploded, and I was the replacement bride they could sacrifice. Just another transaction. Julian made it clear on our wedding day: "Don't expect affection. Don't expect companionship. Certainly don't expect love." He refused to kiss me at the altar. He gave me a bedroom down the hall and told me to stay out of his way. I was Mrs. Blackwood in name only-a contract, a convenience, a means to an end. I accepted it. I had survived twelve years of abuse in my own home. I could survive three years of indifference in his. But then Nate, Julian's best friend, showed me kindness, and suddenly my cold husband became possessive. When my sister attacked me, he became protective. Now the man who promised me nothing is fighting his own father to keep me. The marriage that was supposed to be fake is becoming terrifyingly real and the secrets about my mother's death are threatening to destroy everything. They said Julian Blackwood destroys everything he touches. What they didn't tell me... is that sometimes destruction is exactly what you need to be reborn. With a pregnancy involved, how was I going to end this three-year marriage peacefully?

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.

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."

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy-The Nightingale Ranch-as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

For three years, Hilary played the perfect, devoted wife to billionaire Julian Carlisle to save her family from financial ruin. But her husband didn't love her; he was busy throwing a birthday party for the five-year-old son he secretly had with his college sweetheart. To keep up appearances, Julian bought Hilary a million-dollar Cartier bracelet, but she soon discovered the exact same jewelry on his mistress's wrist. During a heated confrontation about his lies, Julian accused her of being a hysterical madwoman and violently shoved her away. But he didn't care that her head smashed against the sharp edge of a nightstand, causing a life-threatening cranial hemorrhage. So she was left bleeding and unconscious on the cold floor, while he simply sneered at her. "Stop pretending. I don't have time for these pathetic games." He walked out the door, leaving her alone to die. After a brush with death, her years of unrequited love and hope were completely gone, and she finally gave up. Waking up in the ICU, she calmly looked at Julian's terrified, regretful face and made her final decision. "Mr. Hayes, please deliver the signed divorce papers to my husband immediately."

For three years, Caddie gave up her aerospace engineering career to be Julien's secret girlfriend, quietly writing the core algorithms for his tech company. On their anniversary, she stood outside his apartment with a rare gift, only to hear his friends laughing inside about his "charity project." Julien's voice was ice-cold as he called her a stray puppy. He said she was only useful for debugging his code, and once her final algorithm was finished, she would have no value left. He was already planning to announce his engagement to the wealthy Kiersten Parrish. He bragged that he would just write Caddie a check and kick her out, mocking that without him, she couldn't even afford next month's rent. Caddie leaned against the cold wall, her world shattering. She had turned down top research fellowships and poured her soul into his work, only to be treated as a disposable tool. He actually believed she was just a helpless nobody who relied on his charity. She didn't scream or cry. She simply threw the expensive gift into the trash chute. Logging into his company's secure server, she permanently deleted every single line of code she had ever built for him. Then, she packed her single suitcase, walked out the door, and dialed a number she hadn't called in years. "I'm ready. I want to come home." It was time to reclaim her place as the true billionaire Kensington heiress.

I was sweating on a stained cot in a rundown clinic, enduring agonizing labor to deliver my twins. My boyfriend, Viper, the President of the Raven MC, was right next door. But he wasn't there to support me. He was buying the whole clubhouse a round of drinks to celebrate his new girlfriend's birthday. Instead of coming to see his newborn children, he sent a thug with a loaded Glock and a legal contract. The prospect shoved the cold steel against my forehead, demanding I sign my parental rights over to the club and walk away with nothing. If I refused, he promised to dump our bodies in the swamp. In the hallway, the club girls laughed, calling me a worthless charity case. "Sign the paper, or I leave three corpses in this bed." I clutched my fragile babies to my chest, my heart turning to dead ash. I had given that man my youth and loyalty, only to be discarded like trash. I didn't understand how someone could be so ruthlessly cruel to his own flesh and blood. Before the hammer could drop, a mysterious man in a tailored suit calmly walked in and shattered the prospect's wrist. He took one look at the faded scar on my shoulder, ran a rapid blood test, and revealed a truth that shook my world. I wasn't an unpatched stray, but the long-lost daughter of the most feared motorcycle club president in the country. Now, with a two-hundred-bike army at my back, it was my turn to hunt.

"From tonight on, Farrah is my one and only Old Lady! As for you, Sloane... you're just my personal bed-warmer." In the deafening roar of the crowded motorcycle club, my boyfriend of five years hauled another woman against his chest, publicly stripping me of my title. The entire room erupted in laughter, waiting for the "helpless orphan" to break down and cry. His bloodsucking mother and sister smirked in the crowd. For five years, I had served their family like an unpaid maid, secretly bleeding my dead father's legacy dry just to pay off their debts. Now, they were thrilled to see me thrown into the dirt. Beau pinched my chin, offering his mercy like a king to a beggar. "As long as you know your place and stay in the basement to do the chores, I'll generously let you be my secret baby mama. It's the greatest mercy a cursed orphan with a dead bloodline will ever get." They thought they had stripped me of everything. They expected me to crawl on my knees and beg for their scraps. The very next morning, I broke into their safe, took back my stolen inheritance and the keys to my father's legendary motorcycle, and rode straight to the National President-the man who held the absolute power of life and death over the entire outlaw world. When Beau smugly swaggered into the President's office, fully expecting to find me begging on my knees for him to take me back, he was instead slapped in the face with a wax-sealed document of formal severance. "She is a free agent now. Anyone who touches her answers to my gavel." I straddled my father's roaring heavy chopper, looking down at my ex's humiliated, panicked face. "This is just the beginning, Beau. I'm going to make your family bleed out everything you stole." But what I didn't realize was that the moment I took my first step toward revenge, the dangerously wild man I collided with in the dark the night before-the one wearing the forbidden insignia of the absolute royal bloodline-had already locked his sights on me like a predator claiming his prey...