Rhema J.

Dorothy was forced to marry Stefan Everest, the man known as "the crippled mute." Everyone thought her life was over, especially as she endured the mockery and whispers. But one night, everything changes. At a lavish event, Stefan proves he is far from what people believed. Looking at Dorothy, his words are simple: "You stood by me when no one else did. Now, it's my turn to spoil you."

Wickedly charming billionaire Alejandro Ruiz finally has Camila Perez right where he wants her-in a marriage born of revenge. Years ago, she rejected him, and he's spent years meticulously plotting his comeback. But sweet Camila turns his sinister intentions into an escapade of sweet torture, ensnaring him in a cycle he can't seem to break. When a rival emerges, threatening both his business and his wife, Alejandro must confront his true feelings. Will he fight for what is his, or will the weight of his past and present crush him?

Just as the saying always goes, 'Every disappointment is a blessing'. Skyler just found out that her groom had been cheating on her on her wedding day right in her wedding venue. Feeling heartbroken, she ran off thinking life was over until she bumped into a strange man. "Let's get married. I will help you get back at your ex and you will help me get my family's company in return" He said to her. Getting married to Mason Delgado - a man from one of the richest families in the US - within minutes of being betrayed by her groom seemed okay at first, an unknown love began to blossom between them and Skyler thought things would stay that way, until an old family friend returns with the sole purpose of stealing Mason from Skyler. With the internet prying on Skyler's private life and haters at large, the greatest of all being Mason's mother all against their marriage, will their love grow stronger or will they fall apart?

Her name is Xia Meilin, just a mention of her name makes demons tremble, in the Ouze palace, she's the crown princess, she's both the queen and king favorite. As a powerful and young supernatural, she's 1625 years old, she's the definition of true beauty, her beauty is one of a kind, charming, alluring, she's just everyone's choice and role model. For this very reasons caused hatred, jealousy, despise between her and her very sisters, it made her sisters conspired with the demons in learning the dark spell and putting Meilin to an end. Yes it worked, they successfully banished their sister out of the kingdom through the help of dark magic. She was banished and was pronounced never to come back till she does the forbidden. Xia Meilin was sent to where no one knows about, her spirit now roams about as a dark blue smoke, looking for a way it can come back and seek revenge. Now the question is, what will happen now?, Will she be able to come back?? Will she be able to take her revenge and wait, what is the forbidden?? Where was she sent too?? So many questions but find the answers as you read.

M. A. K. Stands for Maya Basol, Audrey Wilson and Kinsley Anderson, three biggest bully in Samantha highschool They derive pleasure in bullying students especially poor ones that has no status or anything, almost everyone in the school fears these girls What will happen when a no nonsense girl who got expelled from different schools countless of times for different reasons that has high hatred for bullies joins the school and is determined to give them a taste of their own medicine before she gets expelled again Who's she? Find out.....

IN THE POPULAR CITY OF BEIJING Zhou Xiuying is known as a stubborn girl who loves being outdoors despite her parents warning She's just 17, she's from rich family, has plenty of friends, crazy, rude, clumsy, music and dance freak and she's pretty naughty Zhou Xiuying has boyfriend named Cia Gua, she loves him alot but little did she know he's just using her for her family wealth and power One-day she went to his house to give him a surprise visit for his 18 years old birthday but instead she's the one who got surprised Cia Gua was cought in bed with her best friend Mei Ling, she was so shocked and heartbroken, Cia Gua didn't care, he told her the truth that day, he told her that he was after her family wealth and nothing else Zhou Xiuying was completely shattered that night, what she wanted was to be along, a strong rain happened to be falling by then but she didn't care, she ran under it, running to wherever her legs can take her That same night, the same time*** "Chase it, don't let it get away" noises were heard,group of scientists lab team were seen chasing after a beautiful girl of 17, it's not just a girl it's a robot. It happened to malfunction The robot was faster than them so they lost it, while the robot was running unsure of where it's going, Zhou Xiuying was running opposite and they ended up hugging themselves Due to the rain and storm, something happened. Zhou Xiuying was electrocuted to comma and all her emotions got inside the robot The robot is now programmed to hate any guy with black hair and green eyes or busty girls with blonde long hair, or anyone as long as they are mean and harmful, the robot now knows it's a girl but it don't know who it is, the robot knows her name is Zhou Xiuying but doesn't know anything about the real Zhou Xiuying Worse the robot think it's a human Now what will happen when a girl of 17 found the robot and brings it to live with her What will happen when she brings the robot to her school And what will happen when the robot sets her eyes on...... Permit me to stop there for now Who can't wait to read this mind blowing story brought to you by rhemaromance Buy your popcorn right now and wear your glasses and let's chill

WHO IS JENNA?? She's a spoit brat She's annoying She's a pain in the neck She's a drama queen And she's just 7 of age Her father is well known as the famous billionaire Jake Martinez, runs and owns different company in different countries He's known for his icy and cold behavior, if not for his daughter people would have mistook him for a gay cause he's never spotted with women As for his daughter's mother, something happened that made him develop this hate for women, he's just 27.. pretty young and so handsome, his handsomeness is off limits, it's like he's a fallen angel from heaven cause any girl that set eyes on him??, Their heart will never remain the same Let's not even talk about his body and hight,. Maybe that explains were Jenna got her cuteness from, she's super cute too, she's like an angel but if you live with her for just a day then you'll know she's a devil in disguise This girl has made her dad fire all sorts of nannies cause of small mistakes they made, she's a very tough little girl nothing can make her cry expect her mom She wants a mom so bad, everyday she's wishing for her mom to come back, she feels bad when she sees her classmates talk about their mom while she has nothing The only person she cares about is her father, and the only person Jake cares about is his daughter, his daughter is his light, if you mess with his daughter, you mess with him. Trust me This family has been so uptight until she came in Who's that she?? What did she do?? Who can put Jenna in her place?? Who can melt Mr Jake Martinez heart?? MOST IMPORTANTLY What happened to Jenna's mom that made Jake hate women?? This is a very heartwarming and interesting story, you don't wanna miss for anything at all so... Grab your popcorn and put on your glasses, settle down on your sofa, hug your pillow tight and let's go Readers please be on a look out for me, if you see anyone copying or reposting please inform me right away, thanks babies Brought to you by rhemaromance

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.

Lillian woke in a werecreature universe as a total loser. Good news was that women ruled here and could take multiple mates, yet she still ended up as the one everyone looked down on. Compared to her talented sister at every turn, she watched her first match get stolen and her next four mates reject her without mercy. The first mate was the King of Succubine himself. On their very first meeting, he warned Lillian that he was only staying long enough to recover from his injuries-and that there could never be anything between them. The second mate was a merman. He took one look at her and said he had no interest in a loser like her, tossing her some cash so she could break off their bond herself. The third mate was the progenitor vampire-over a thousand years old. He admitted to admiring her sister instead and made it clear he had no interest in a layabout like Lillian. Lillian cut every bond and chose her own path instead. But as she rose higher and higher, those same men returned, full of regret and begging her to look at them again. The fourth mate was a werewolf Lillian had rescued from an underground fighting ring. She thought he might actually stay-until he revealed himself as royalty. And of course, he wanted to break their bond for more power.

Kayla stood outside the CEO suite, holding a custom suit for her fiancé, Brennon. They had spent seven years building a tech company from a freezing garage into a billion-dollar empire. But through the cracked door, she heard the breathy laugh of Evelin, the newly hired director. Then came Brennon's low, careless voice. "The wedding's a PR milestone for the IPO, nothing more." Kayla's blood turned to ice. "She's comfortable. Makes sense on paper," Brennon continued. "But you, Evelin. You understand ambition." The betrayal hit her like a physical blow. She had written the core code that made him a billionaire. She had stayed up until 4 AM debugging while he slept on a futon. Now, he was mocking their relationship to his mistress and handing over her life's work to a woman who couldn't even read a data log. Seven years of loyalty, reduced to a PR stunt. She didn't cry. Instead, a cold, violent clarity washed over her. Why should she let him keep the crown she forged? Without a word, she pulled the three-carat diamond off her finger and dropped it into her bag. She walked out of the building, drafted her resignation, and accepted a VP position at his biggest Wall Street rival. It was time to show Brennon what happened when the real genius behind his empire decided to tear it down.

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.

I woke up on silk sheets that smelled of expensive cedar and cold sandalwood, a world away from my cramped apartment in Brooklyn. Beside me lay Ezra Gardner-my boss, the billionaire CEO of Gardner Holdings, and the man who could end my career with a snap of his fingers. He didn't offer an apology for the night before; instead, he looked at me with terrifying clarity and proposed a cold, calculated business arrangement. "Marriage. It stabilizes the board and solves the PR crisis before it begins." He dressed me in archival Chanel and sent me home in his Maybach, but my life was already falling apart. My boyfriend, Irving, claimed he had passed out early, yet his location data placed him at my best friend's apartment until three in the morning. When I tried to run, I realized Ezra was already ten steps ahead, tracking my movements and uncovering the secret I'd spent twenty years hiding: my connection to the powerful Senator Grimes. I was trapped between a CEO who treated me like a line item on a quarterly report and a boyfriend who had been using me while sleeping with my closest friend. I felt like a pawn in a game I didn't understand, wondering why a man like Ezra would walk up forty flights of stairs on a broken leg just to make sure I was safe. "Showtime, Mrs. Gardner." Standing on the red carpet in a gown that cost more than my life, I watched my cheating ex-boyfriend's face turn pale as Ezra claimed me in front of the world. I wasn't just an assistant anymore; I was a weapon, and it was time to burn their world down.

Vesper's marriage to Julian Sterling was a gilded cage. One morning, she woke naked beside Damon Sterling, Julian's terrifying brother, then found a text: Julian's mistress was pregnant. Her world shattered, but the real nightmare had just begun. Julian's abuse escalated, gaslighting Vesper, funding his secret life. Damon, a germaphobic billionaire, became her unsettling anchor amidst his chaos. As "Iris," Vesper exposed Julian's mistress, Serena Sharp, sparking brutal war: poisoned drinks, a broken leg, and the horrifying truth-Julian murdered her parents, trapping Vesper in marriage. The man she married was a killer. Broken and betrayed, Vesper was caught between monstrous brothers, burning with injustice. Refusing victimhood, Vesper reclaimed her identity. Fueled by vengeance, she allied with Damon, who vowed to burn his empire for her. Julian faced justice, but matriarch Eleanor's counterattack forced Vesper's choice as a hitman aimed for her.

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

I skipped my final lab review in Geneva and endured a fourteen-hour flight to surprise my husband for our fourth wedding anniversary. Instead, looking through the window of our beachfront estate, I saw him playing the perfect, loving father to a "tragic widow's" daughter, kissing the widow with practiced, casual intimacy. Fleeing in pure panic, I got into a horrific car crash. Waking up in the VIP hospital room, I kept my eyes shut and heard my husband talking to his best friend right beside my bed. "She's just a party girl who knows how to swipe a black card. I only play the part because I need her father's proxy vote for the IPO." "Every time I have to touch her in bed, it feels like a corporate obligation. It makes me sick." Later, even my own father demanded I step down from my company role and publicly welcome the mistress, just to protect the family's investment in the upcoming ten-billion-dollar IPO. Four years of marriage and quiet humiliations, all reduced to a calculated lie. They all thought I was just a brainless, hysterical socialite who could be easily manipulated and discarded. They didn't know that the core anti-aging algorithm his entire empire relied on was secretly built by me. I calmly pulled out my phone and texted my divorce lawyer. "I want him bankrupt. On the day his company rings the bell, I am going to burn his entire life to the ground."

I was the orphaned "parasite" of the Tyler family, taken in only to be abused for fifteen years after my parents died in a tragic car crash. To finally escape their control, I sold my first time to my ruthless billionaire boss, Ellsworth Mosley, for one million dollars. I thought it was a clean transaction. But the next morning, covered in severe bruises he left on me, I was handed a brutal contract with a fifty-million-dollar penalty. He didn't just buy my silence; he bought me. My nightmare only worsened when my adoptive family found out about my connection to the billionaire. Instead of disgust, they invited me to a hypocritical family dinner. "Talk to Mosley, convince him to invest in our failing business," my adoptive father demanded shamelessly. His son, who had tormented me for years, even grabbed my hand. "Do this, and we can be officially engaged. You'll finally be a real Tyler." They wanted me to whore myself out to save the family that had treated me like a stray dog. I shattered my wine glass, cursed them to go bankrupt, and walked out into the rain. As I reached the door, my phone vibrated with a terrifying summons from Ellsworth. But it was the panicked whisper behind me that froze my blood. "She knows about the brakes on her parents' car. If anyone finds out what we did, we'll go to prison." They murdered my parents. I gripped my phone, accepting the devil's call. Since I was already bound to a monster, I would use his power to drag them all to hell.

After my boyfriend of four years publicly humiliated me at a charity gala, calling me a "charity case," I drowned my sorrows at a dive bar and had a one-night stand with a stranger. I woke up the next morning in a luxury hotel suite to find out the stranger was Christian Porter, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street. Worse, paparazzi had photographed us leaving the bar. He coldly informed me that the photos would create a scandal that could tank his company's upcoming IPO, costing him hundreds of millions. As if my world wasn't collapsing fast enough, I got a call that my younger brother had been arrested for assaulting my ex in my defense. Christian didn't want my apology; he wanted a solution. He slammed a prenuptial agreement on the table in front of me. He gave me an ultimatum: sign a two-year marriage contract to turn the scandal into a corporate fairy tale, or he would ruin me. Trapped, I agreed. But when my furious brother confronted him at the police station, Christian looked him dead in the eye and said something that left me breathless. "I didn't marry her to solve a problem," he said, his voice echoing in the small room. "I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years."