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A CEO Billionaire's marriage to his wife is arranged. His wife is secretly the best chess player but nobody knows it's her even her husband.Their marriage is a loveless one. As more secrets continue to unfold they fall in love with each other.
A CEO Billionaire's marriage to his wife is arranged. His wife is secretly the best chess player but nobody knows it's her even her husband.Their marriage is a loveless one. As more secrets continue to unfold they fall in love with each other.
Layla felt the sharp edge of anxiety dig into her chest as she hoisted herself up onto the ledge of her bedroom window. I'm in big trouble, she thought, biting her lip as she pulled the window shut behind her as quietly as possible.
She was 21 years old, a grown woman by any account, but her parents-especially her father-still treated her like a rebellious teenager.She had hoped to sneak back into the house unnoticed, but as she turned toward her bed, her heart nearly stopped.
Sitting in the corner of her room, cloaked in shadows, was her father.Maxwell Kingstone's stern face was illuminated only by the dim light spilling in from the hallway. His expression was cold, his dark eyes piercing through her in the silence.
He didn't move, his rigid posture conveying more anger than words ever could."Layla Kingstone," he said, his voice low but biting, "where are you coming from at this hour?"Layla swallowed hard. There was no use lying-her father always seemed to know when she wasn't telling the truth. "I was hanging out with Jade," she said, trying to keep her voice steady. Jade had been her best friend since they were children, and her father usually tolerated their friendship. But tonight, she could tell, was different.Maxwell's frown deepened. "We agreed that this would be the last time you come home past your curfew without informing me."
His voice was louder now, rising with anger, and Layla winced. "Do you know how many times you've done this, Layla?""I'm sorry," she whispered. "We just lost track of time-""Sorry isn't good enough!" Maxwell stood, his presence filling the small bedroom. "You're 21 years old, Layla. You should be more responsible, more respectful of this family's reputation. Do you know what people will think if they see you sneaking around at this hour?"
Layla dropped her eyes to the floor, knowing better than to argue. Reputation was everything to Maxwell Kingstone, a businessman who had clawed his way to success. His image of control and respectability was something he guarded fiercely, and the idea of his daughter-his only daughter-tarnishing that image filled him with dread.
But for Layla, his control had become suffocating."I won't let you tarnish this family's name," Maxwell continued, his voice firm. "We agreed the last time you broke curfew that there would be consequences."Layla's heart sank. She had known that eventually, her father would enforce some kind of punishment, but she hadn't expected it to be tonight. "What are you going to do?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Maxwell studied her for a moment, his eyes hard and unrelenting. He had always been a man of few words, but when he spoke, every word was heavy with meaning. "You've given me no choice, Layla," he said finally. "I've made arrangements for you to be married."Layla's breath caught in her throat. Married? Her mind raced. She had known her father was strict, but this? She hadn't seen this coming. "You... you can't be serious," she stammered, taking a step back.
"Who?""A friend of mine," Maxwell said, his tone flat, as though he were discussing a business transaction. "His business is doing well, and he's willing to help me. In exchange, you will become his wife.""No," Layla said, her voice rising. "You can't do this to me. I won't marry someone I don't even know!"Maxwell's expression didn't change. "You'll do as you're told. This behavior of yours-it ends now. You'll settle down, and you'll be his wife. That's final."
Layla felt a wave of panic rising in her chest. This couldn't be happening. She had always known her father could be controlling, but she never imagined he would go this far. "But... why? Why would you do this to me?"Maxwell's face hardened, and for a moment, a flicker of something else passed through his eyes-something almost like regret. "I married your mother in a similar arrangement," he said, his voice quieter now, as if the memory pained him. "I never thought much of love, not until it was too late.
When your mother became ill, I realized what she meant to me, but by then..." He shook his head, his gaze distant. "I won't make the same mistake with you, Layla. You need to be settled, to have a life that's secure. That's the only way."Layla felt her stomach churn. "So you're doing this to protect me? Or to protect your business?"Maxwell didn't answer. Instead, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving her alone in the dark room. "You'll be married by the end of the month," he said, his voice final. "That's all there is to it."
The door clicked shut behind him, and Layla collapsed onto her bed, staring at the ceiling in disbelief. Married? To a man she'd never met? How could her father do this? And how was she going to stop it?
Hazel Queen had loved her husband with all her heart for three years. But the one thing she never saw coming was the cold, shocking truth: he wanted a divorce because his mistress was pregnant. Heartbroken and betrayed, Hazel decides to move on and returns to Queen Corp, where she steps into her true role as the powerful female president, worth hundreds of millions. This revelation shocks her ex-husband, Damon Price, who never knew that the woman he left behind was the mastermind behind the famous Queen Corp-the Heiress of the Queen family, who had supposedly died in a fire three years ago.
After a devastating divorce with the man she had been married to for over three years, Rachel thought her life was over. Her family disowned her, they wanted nothing to do with her anymore and she couldn't blame them. She had just divorced David Hart, one of the top successful bachelors in the country and heir to the Hart industries. But they would never understand that she didn't divorce him, he divorced her after she caught him cheating on her with her god-damned best friend! Rachel was just about to end everything by jumping off a bridge when she was saved by the most unexpected person. The boy she once bullied severally in highschool because he always wore ugly glass and was from a poor background, how come that glass make him so hot now? Why was he helping her get revenge on ex-husband who is trying to make her life even more miserable? And most important how did he get so handsome? What exactly does he want from her? ... No, you must want something, anything. If you can really help me get revenge on David and Lana, I can't just let you do it for free". Ethan went quiet for a while. I held my breath waiting for what his request might be. If it was something money could buy, I'll try my best to get it for him even though I was somehow broke right now. "You're right I do want something". He said after thinking for few minutes "What?" I asked slowly. " Until you get your revenge on David, Lana and every other person you want, you will live here". Live here as in...? " Wha... What are you saying? ". I stammered hoping he wasn't saying what I thought he was saying. I tried to step back but I missed a step and almost fell on the bed but Ethan caught me holding me in his muscular arms. Ethan moved his face closer to mine be was so close, our nose almost touched. " I want you to be with me! ".
My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend. From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down." That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny. But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded. I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said." Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off." My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers. I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal. Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing. As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury. In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho." How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me? Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault? Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred? I would not be his victim. Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done. I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties. This was not an escape; this was my rebirth. Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises.
"I will marry you. Wait for me!" Mabel woke up. She had that dream again. In her dream, a man said he would marry her. Just a dream. Five years ago, she was set up by her stepsister and became pregnant out of wedlock. She lost everything, including her baby. Five years later, she was forced to marry her stepsister's fiance, Jayden, who was sick and going to pass away. Having no choice, Mabel decided to marry Jayden, not expecting that Jayden was the man...
Sawyer, the world's top arms dealer, stunned everyone by falling for Maren—the worthless girl no one respected. People scoffed. Why chase a useless pretty face? But when powerful elites began gathering around her, jaws dropped. "She's not even married to him yet—already cashing in on his power?" they assumed. Curious eyes dug into Maren's past... only to find she was a scientific genius, a world-renowned medical expert, and heiress to a mafia empire. Later, Sawyer posted online. "My wife treats me like the enemy. Any advice?"
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
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