There stood the most gorgeous man in Erica Ferguson's eyes, her groom, Arnold Binder. Tall, handsome, with a smile that could melt even the coldest heart, he had been the man of her dreams, or so she thought. The wedding had been nothing short of a fairy tale, and the love he had shown her before their vows had made her believe she was the luckiest woman alive. But then, the truth hit her like a tidal wave, shattering her illusions into pieces. Her world crumbled when she discovered that her husband had never loved her like he had claimed. All the sweet words, the tender gestures, were nothing more than a facade. Arnold had married her to please his grandmother, a cold business arrangement that meant nothing to him beyond obligation. The realization tore through Erica's heart like a knife, leaving her breathless, drowning in a sea of disbelief. Since that painful revelation, Erica's life had been nothing but a living hell. She had expected love, care, and partnership, but instead, she faced indifference and loneliness. Her husband, once the center of her world, now felt like a stranger. He never bothered to see her pain, nor did he try to comfort her. She was left to face it all alone. Erica, despite her strength, could feel herself slowly starting to break apart. The weight of betrayal was unbearable, and though she tried to hold onto the pieces of herself, they were slipping through her fingers like sand. She had always been strong, but even the strongest woman had her breaking point.
Erica Ferguston walked down the aisle in the church toward her groom, her hand firmly held in her father's. The soft rustling of the lace on her wedding gown was the only sound that filled her ears as she took each step, her heart fluttering in anticipation. It was hard to believe that this was happening, just three months after they first met. His grandmother had introduced them, and from that moment, it felt like fate had done its work. It was as though Erica had found her missing piece, the other half of her soul, when she laid eyes on Arnold Binder.
He was tall, handsome, wealthy, and the very definition of a gentleman. His proposal had come exactly one month ago, and now they were standing at the altar, ready to exchange their wedding vows.
As she neared the altar, Erica caught a glimpse of Arnold. Her breath hitched in her throat. He looked stunning in his black suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the church lights. Her heart beat faster, the rhythm of it almost loud enough to drown out the rest of the world. It felt like every step she took brought her closer to a dream she'd never want to wake from.
But then, something unexpected happened. For just a brief moment, Erica saw a flash of something in his eyes-a deep, burning anger that seemed to cut through the moment. It was so stark against the smile he wore that Erica nearly stumbled. Was he angry? Why? It was their wedding day, the happiest day of their lives. What could possibly be wrong?
She glanced around, trying to find some clue. On Arnold's side, his parents sat beaming with pride, his grandmother dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. His siblings, four brothers and a sister, were all smiling, sharing the joy of the day. But despite the festive air, Erica's heart thudded uneasily. She turned her gaze back to Arnold, trying to reassure herself. The anger in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a warm, almost charming smile. She told herself it must have been her imagination, that she had misread the moment, and continued walking down the aisle.
The ceremony passed in a blur. Vows were exchanged, rings slipped onto fingers, and before she knew it, she was Mrs. Erica Binder. She was on top of the world. Her family and friends cheered as they made their way out of the church, and their car drove away, the soft click of the seatbelt snapping into place the only sound in the silence of the moment.
"Be happy!" Her friends shouted from the sidewalk, their voices filled with excitement. Erica smiled, blowing a kiss to them through the window. They had all wished her the best of luck, but deep down, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest since she first saw that flash of anger in Arnold's eyes.
The drive to the hotel was short, and as they arrived, Arnold stepped out of the car and opened the door for her. He took her arm, guiding her toward the hotel with a level of care that made her feel like the luckiest woman alive. His arm was warm and strong around her, and she rested her chin on his shoulder, inhaling his masculine, fresh scent. It was comforting, like everything was exactly as it should be.
The hotel was grand, owned by Arnold's family, and the employees greeted them with nods and smiles as they entered. Arnold walked with quiet confidence, acknowledging everyone, but saying nothing. The silence between them was thick, like a delicate bubble that might burst at any moment. Erica didn't want to speak, not wanting to break the magic of the night. She was finally married to the man she had always dreamed of, so why did it feel like something was off?
They made their way to the elevator, and as the doors closed, Arnold's grip on her arm tightened, but not in the way she expected. It was almost as if he was holding on to something that didn't belong to him, as if his mind was elsewhere. Erica looked up at him, but he didn't return her gaze. Instead, his jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes focused on the elevator doors as if willing them to open faster.
When they reached the top floor and the doors opened to the President Suite, Erica gasped at the sight. Candles flickered softly, their light reflecting off the sea of roses scattered across the floor. The romantic setting should have taken her breath away, but the moment was overshadowed by a strange unease.
Arnold led her into the bedroom, his grip still tight on her arm, and then-without warning-he pushed her down onto the bed. The softness of the sheets beneath her body contrasted sharply with the coldness in his eyes. He didn't speak for a moment, just stared at her as though she were a stranger, someone he didn't recognize.
Her heart hammered in her chest. This wasn't how she'd imagined her wedding night. She tried to sit up, but Arnold was already speaking, his voice low and filled with a venom she had never heard before.
"I never loved you."
Erica froze, her breath catching in her throat. The words were a blow to her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. Never loved her? But they were married! They were supposed to love each other, weren't they?
Arnold continued, his eyes burning with hatred. "The only reason I married you was because Grandma forced me. She threatened to disinherit me if I didn't. I don't know how you poisoned her into thinking you were this innocent, honest girl, but in my eyes, you're just a gold-digger."
His words cut through her, each one worse than the last. Erica couldn't move, couldn't speak. She was trapped in this nightmare, forced to listen to his cruel words.
"I almost threw up every time I had to pretend to be nice to you. You didn't deserve any of it, but she demanded that I make you think I loved you. It made me sick, but I won't let someone like you ruin everything I've worked for my entire life. So don't act surprised. I know exactly what you want. You just want the money."
Erica's stomach churned with disbelief, but Arnold wasn't finished. "We'll play the happy newlywed role in front of everyone, but don't think for a second I'll ever accept you as my wife. Never. Ever. Do you hear me?!"
The anger in his voice was so intense that it felt like the room itself was shaking. Erica didn't even try to respond. She couldn't. She was too stunned.
With a final glare, Arnold stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him with such force that the sound reverberated through her chest. The silence that followed was deafening.
Erica lay there on the bed, her heart shattered into pieces, the weight of his words sinking in. She had married a man who didn't love her, and worse, he had never intended to.
How had she been so blind?
Zachary Danvers had everything he could ever want. He was successful, famous, wealthy, and surrounded by women, but there was something he lacked-a family. He'd watched other people with the ones they loved, the sense of belonging that he craved. He longed for the warmth of that connection, the bond that went deeper than anything his status or wealth could provide. Karina Hart, or Kari as her friends called her, was known as the best diagnostician in her field. She was sharp, intelligent, and respected, but behind her professional facade, she carried a heavy burden-a past she'd worked tirelessly to bury. No one truly knew the depths of her history, and she intended to keep it that way. The two found themselves at a lively party, laughter echoing around them as people danced and mingled. The air was thick with joy, and Zach couldn't help but be drawn to Kari's quiet beauty and grace. They spent the evening talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. The chemistry between them was undeniable, an unspoken connection that seemed to pull them together. But just as the night seemed perfect, Kari's phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a single, cryptic message. Her face drained of color, her hand trembling as she stared at the words. "It's happening again." Zach noticed her sudden shift, the way her smile faltered. He took her hand, squeezing it gently, offering comfort she didn't even realize she needed. "What's wrong, Kari?" She hesitated, but the weight of her past was too heavy to ignore. "I have to go," she murmured, voice barely a whisper, but the panic was clear in her eyes. Zach didn't let go of her hand, his grip firm, determined to help her face whatever had come to haunt her. The night had taken a turn, and as Kari's past resurfaced, it wasn't just her future on the line. Zach knew that with the danger now circling, they were both at risk-her past had found them, and it would stop at nothing to tear them apart.
She was in love, after all this time. Or at least, she told herself that to convince herself. Kayla Summers, with her heart still a little broken, thought she had found in her new boyfriend, the discreet and caring sous-chef, the stability she had been seeking. Their relationship seemed perfect, like a peaceful dream. The idea of marriage was no longer just a formality, but a logical step, the inevitable next chapter of their story. But all of that came crashing down in an instant. The marriage license request, which should have been a simple step toward the future, was rejected without hesitation. "Sorry, ma'am, you're already married." The words echoed in her head like a thunderclap. How could she have forgotten that? How could she have ignored that part of her life? A part of her life she thought she had left behind. Daniel Hunt, the man she had vowed to marry, hadn't been around for too long. During his vacation in Las Vegas, he had married a beautiful woman-her-but after one night, he had left her alone. Since then, he had been absent, and their marriage seemed like a bad dream. But now, he was back, and he had a message to deliver. At her doorstep, Daniel looked at her intensely, his piercing gaze hiding a wealth of emotions. "Six months, Kayla. Six months with me, and then I'll sign the papers. Otherwise, you'll stay my wife, forever." These words hit Kayla like a slap. The choice seemed so simple, but in her heart, the sparks of an unspoken passion were already beginning to burn. She felt torn between the calm man she was about to marry and the billionaire, arrogant and insufferable, who had abandoned her... and who now seemed ready to claim her back.
Sasha Hamilton had always lived a life of luxury, never needing to worry about the intricacies of business or the weight of responsibility. At 24, she reveled in the freedom her father's wealth afforded her-a carefree existence of private jets, designer clothes, and extravagant parties. She had it all, and she didn't mind letting the world know it. However, her perfect world came crashing down the day her father, Garret Hamilton, summoned her into his office. "Christian Matheson," her father's voice was cold, his gaze as unyielding as ever. "You're going to marry him." The shock hit Sasha like a tidal wave. She had heard of Christian-27 years old, heir to a business empire that was now teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. It was the only reason Garret Hamilton had offered to help the Matheson family: an arranged marriage between their children, an alliance that would solidify Garret's hold over the rival company and bring Christian's family under his control. Christian, once known as a carefree playboy, now faced the devastating reality of his father's company crumbling. When Garret's proposal came, it seemed like the only lifeline left. Christian knew he had no choice but to agree, even if it meant marrying a woman who was nothing more than a pawn in his father's desperate game. Thrown together in a marriage neither wanted, Sasha and Christian were forced to navigate the minefield of their families' expectations, their own secrets, and the web of lies that entangled them. What started as a cold, calculated arrangement might turn into something neither of them ever expected.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of two people. This wedding marks the union of two elite Greek-American families, an event as prestigious as it is feared. The eyes of the world will be on this ceremony, where luxury blends with tradition, and where smiles hide untold stories. It meets all the necessary requirements according to tradition. Greek, check. Wealthy, check. Status, check. Love? Eh, not really. The marriage of Christian Matheson and Sasha Hamilton is more than just a union. It is a strategic move, a carefully orchestrated family agreement, meant to preserve the honor and prosperity of both clans. Two opposing worlds collide here, united by blood ties and financial interests, but separated by secrets, grudges, and unspoken desires. Christian, heir to a dwindling fortune, and Sasha, the daughter of a ruthless magnate, never wanted this alliance. But under the pressure of their respective families, they had no choice but to bow to the demands of an age-old tradition. So, come see how two strangers, forced together by their families, handle the situation. How will they navigate this marriage of convenience while slowly discovering each other in a world where appearances reign, and every gesture, every word, can change everything? Will love come from this constraint, or will their story be marked by the weight of expectations? Only time will tell.
I was 18, and I had no real idea of what that truly meant until my father made a decision that would change my life forever. An arranged marriage, with Isaac Miller, a young billionaire whose name echoes around the world. My father made this decision to restore peace between our families, a peace I didn't even understand. Isaac Miller wasn't just a businessman; he was a living empire. Thousands of companies, investments in sectors that even the biggest corporations wouldn't dare touch. At 25, he was already at the helm of it all, a business genius, relentless, unshakable. And I, I was nothing more than Claudia Richardson, an 18-year-old girl, kind and innocent, who never asked to be a pawn in a game far beyond my understanding. I often wondered how a man like Isaac could commit to such a relationship, one based on a contract, on family benefits rather than real feelings. But my father had his reasons, reasons I didn't have the courage to question. He said it was for stability, to protect our name, our legacy. But that only frightened me more. Why would a man like Isaac, with so much power, agree to marry a girl like me? The marriage was just a formality for him, a way to maintain order and family interests. But what was I in all of this? Just a simple symbol of union between two empires.
I knew it wasn't the case because I heard a deep, possessive voice say, "You're mine, chicken." At first, I wanted to yell at him for trying to steal my chicken, but as I realized who it was, I froze. He was talking to me. My eyes widened, and I almost choked as I stared at Izaiha, my soulmate. Right there, in the middle of our little argument over the last piece of chicken, such a ridiculous moment... and yet so me, I felt the awkwardness wash over me-a piece of chicken in my mouth, a wave of shame, and my eyes locked with his, so intense. But it was him, the son of the alpha wolf kings, my soulmate. Him, the prince of the pack, the one who seemed capable of conquering the world with a single glance. And I, Lainey Knight, daughter of the demon king and queen. This was no ordinary fate. This wasn't just a chance meeting. It was the bond the legends whispered about, the one that would unite the realms of demons and wolves. But I wasn't ready. Not yet. And yet, standing in front of him, I knew everything was about to change. Forever.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
He told her to call him Daddy. Not because he earned it, but because he fucking owned her. The moment she signed that contract, she stopped being a woman with dignity and became his filthy little plaything. His holes to use. His mess to ruin. He didn't just fuck her, he rewired her. Stripped her clean of boundaries and filled her with sin. Every punishment made her scream. Every game dragged her deeper into his twisted world. And the way he praised her... Good girl. She should've run the first time he said it. But Daddy doesn't let his toys leave. He breaks them until they beg to stay. ** Mia's life changed the night she let a stranger ruin her. One night. She never expected to see him again. Until she walked into her new job... and her boss turned around. Ace.Her one-night sin in a thousand-dollar suit. Only this time, he wasn't asking her to be his assistant. She was to be his wife.
Trigger warning!!! Intended for mature readers who enjoy morally complex, slow-burn, poseesive, forbidden, dark romance that pushes boundaries. ***EXCERPT*** Blood everywhere. Trembling hands. "No!" My eyes blurred. His lifeless eyes stared back at me, his blood pooling at my feet. The man I loved-dead. Killed by the one person I could never escape - my stepbrother. *** Kasmine's life was never hers to begin with. Kester, her stepbrother, controlled and monitored her every move. At first, it was all sweet and brotherly until it began to turn into an obsession. Kester was the Alpha, and his word was law. No close friends. No boyfriends. No freedom. The only consolation Kasmine had was her twenty-first birthday, which was supposed to change everything. She dreamt of finding her mate, escaping the sickening control of Kester, and finally claiming her own life. But fate had other plans for her. On the night of her birthday, not only was she disappointed that she wasn't mated to the love of her life, but she found out that her mate was none other than him - Her tormentor. Her stepbrother. She'd rather die than be mated to a man whom she had known as her big brother all her life. A man who would do just anything to make sure she was his. But when love turns to obsession, and obsession turns to blood, how far can one girl run before she realizes there is nowhere else to run to?
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town’s richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. “Way to go, honey!”