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Framed. Disgraced. Silenced. Ivana Castillo lost everything the night she was accused of seducing her godfather's son: her home, her dignity, and the child growing inside her. Cast out by the people who once called her family, she vanished without a trace. Six years later, she returns with a new name, a thriving business, and a burning need for revenge. Her ex-best friend is now the wife of the man who ruined her. The man himself is rising in power, but he doesn't know he has a son. And the family who betrayed her is hiding more secrets than she ever imagined. Ivana isn't back to forgive. She's back to make them pay. One lie destroyed her life. Now, her silence is over.
Celeste Morgan arrived at the estate just as dusk slid across the sky. She wore the gown Bianca chose. The deep blue hugged her frame. She forced a smile. Every eye in the crowd belonged to someone who could ruin her life.
She moved through clusters of guests with a tray of champagne. She toasted her stepsister's triumph. She played the part of loyal sibling. Inside, she trembled.
Bianca stood on the marble steps, radiant in white silk. Laughter followed her like an echo. Guests flocked to congratulate her. Bianca swept her arm around Celeste's waist and lifted her chin.
"Shine for me tonight," Bianca whispered.
Celeste nodded and sank into the role. She recalled childhood moments when they whispered secrets in the garden. Those days felt distant now.
A burst of fireworks painted the sky. The crowd cheered. Music filled the air. A string quartet switched to an upbeat waltz. Celeste offered her hand to the nearest partner. She glided across the marble floor.
Every note told her to leave. Every face reminded her she did not belong. She focused on Bianca's smile. It held a secret she could not read.
A waiter passed with hors d'oeuvres. Celeste reached for a glass of champagne. She paused. The flute looked foamy. She wondered if someone spiked it. She forced the thought away.
Bianca called to her over the music. Celeste joined her at the edge of the terrace. The city lights glittered below. Cold air brushed her arms. She folded her hands around the glass. The bubbles tickled her throat.
Bianca leaned close. "You've never looked more alive."
Celeste blinked. "Thank you."
Bianca's smile hardened for a fraction of a second. Then she turned and swept back inside. Celeste watched her go. A knot tightened in her stomach.
She took a tentative sip. The champagne burned. She swallowed again. She felt warmth rush through her limbs. She blinked twice. She allowed herself to relax.
Then everything went black.
Celeste woke on a silk sheet. Her cheek burned. She lifted her head. The bed lay beneath a painted ceiling. She recognized the pattern. It matched the suite in the guest wing.
She tasted metal. Her mouth stung. She forced herself to rise. Movement blurred her vision. She touched her throat. Her hands trembled.
Panic hit. She tried to recall how she got there. She scanned the room. No lamp lit. Moonlight peeked through gauzy curtains. The door stood open.
Memory flickered: a hand grabbing her arm. Laughter. Bianca's perfume. A shout. Then nothing.
She pushed off the bed. Her dress felt heavy. She staggered toward the door. The corridor stretched ahead, silent. She heard distant music.
She found a mirror. Her skin glowed pale. Her eyes widened. Bruises bloomed across her arms. A cold dread settled in her chest. She turned away.
She heard footsteps behind her. She froze. A tall figure approached. Celeste could not see the face. The heel of a stiletto clicked against the marble.
"Time to face the truth."
Bianca's voice sliced the air. Celeste's heart jolted. She whirled around, eyes burning.
Bianca stood there in the pale glow. Her white silk dress read like armor. Her lips curved in a smile that chilled Celeste to the bone.
"Did you think I'd let you steal my night?" Bianca asked. She stepped closer. "You are nothing but a shadow. A lie."
Celeste's mind raced. She tried to speak. No sound came.
Bianca reached out and touched Celeste's cheek. Her nails scratched skin. "You belong to me."
She stepped back and winked. "Clean this up." She turned and walked away.
Celeste pressed her hand to her cheek. The scratch burned. She followed Bianca's footprints back to the suite.
The door swung shut behind her. She found her purse on a chaise. Her phone lay nearby. She unlocked it. Messages from friends flashed on the screen: Where are you? You missed the toast. Are you ok?
She tapped them frantically. No response came. She dialed Adrian Castellanos by mistake. His name glowed in the call log. She hung up before it connected.
Every instinct screamed to run. She grabbed her bag and darted down the hall. She reached the grand staircase. She paused, head throbbing.
Footsteps pounded from upstairs. She scurried toward the service exit. The door refused to budge.
A voice crackled through a speaker. "Stay where you are, Miss Morgan."
She froze. The voice belonged to security. She sucked in air and ran back toward the main hall.
The party roared with life. No one noticed her approach. She pressed herself against a column. She tried to calm her breath.
She spotted the host at the center of a circle of guests. Her father.
He raised a glass. "To Bianca. May her reign be long."
The crowd echoed the toast. Bianca beamed.
Celeste's vision blurred. She gripped the column. She clutched her stomach where pain pulsed.
Then Bianca raised her hand and pointed.
"Get her out," Bianca said.
Heads turned. The hush fell like a guillotine. All eyes landed on Celeste.
She lifted her chin. She met her father's gaze. He froze.
A guest rushed forward. Another grabbed her arm. They began to drag her away.
Celeste fought back. She wrenched free. Panic spurred her legs. She ran for the back door.
The music stopped. Silence roared.
Her father's voice called out. "Celeste!"
She skidded through the door into the night. Cold air hit her face. She fled across the lawn.
She heard shouting behind her. She did not look back.
She ran until the lights faded. She slowed. She leaned against a tree. She pressed her hand to her mouth to keep from sobbing.
Her purse lay empty. Her phone was nowhere to be found. Her shake turned into tears.
She whispered to the night. "I'm innocent."
A branch snapped behind her. She spun around. Darkness pressed in.
She clenched her fists. She swallowed bile. Her eyes burned with fury.
She ran again.
She crossed the driveway and dove into the forest's edge. The darkness swallowed her whole.
A single beam of light cut through the trees. A car door slammed. She froze.
Footsteps crunched on leaves. The light grew closer.
She held her breath.
Then a hand grabbed her arm.
She looked up into a stranger's eyes. He lifted the flashlight. His face hardened as he saw her.
Her breath caught.
He whispered, "You shouldn't have come back."
Scarlett Hale never wanted to marry Damien Cross, but when her stepmother forced her into a contract to save her father's company, she had no choice. Damien was in a coma. Everyone believed she'd soon be a widow and tossed aside. But then he woke up. Enraged and trapped in a marriage he never agreed to, Damien swore to ruin Scarlett, and if they ever had children, he'd destroy them too. Four years later, Scarlett returns, hiding a secret that could cost her everything. She's not alone. She has twins, his twins. And they know exactly who their father is. When her son hacks Damien's system and sends him a taunting message, the ruthless billionaire realizes his past isn't buried after all. *"Come and get me, asshole!" Now, Damien is coming for answers. And Scarlett must do everything in her power to protect the only family she has left... even if it means facing the man who once vowed to destroy them.
When Lucas Blackwood's business empire faces a hostile takeover, he turns to his late father's will for a solution: marriage. According to the will's clause, Lucas must marry within a year to retain his inheritance. Emma Brooks, a talented but financially struggling artist, enters the picture. Seeing an opportunity for financial relief, she agrees to a contract marriage proposed by Lucas. However, their agreement comes with a condition: they must convincingly portray their love to the public and even to themselves. As their emotions become entangled, Lucas and Emma must navigate a web of deceit, desire, and danger. They face challenges from rival billionaires, relentless paparazzi, and hidden agendas that threaten to tear them apart. In a world where trust is scarce and love is seen as a risk, they must navigate the treacherous waters of their fabricated romance to avoid the clause becoming their downfall. In "The Marriage Clause," passion and power collide, presenting high stakes for both Lucas and Emma
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Annabel, the last child of the St. Claires' discovers that she is the price her father paid for a favour. In a glitzy realm of relentless ambition and insatiable desires Anabell is trapped in the cold embrace of an arranged marriage but fate has a wicked sense of humour, for the billionaire tycoon she is forced to wed is Ethan Cresswell, the very man who shattered her world years ago. As their lives are entangled in a load of complex misdirection, lust, and treachery; revenge dances on a tightrope, threatening to consume them both. Each step taken to exact revenge brings them closer, whispers of an ancient curse echoing through their shared desires. Hidden agendas are unveiled and devastating secrets are exposed, the stakes skyrocket to a level unimaginable. Can love survive the wild storm of forbidden desires and shattered illusions? Or will the ruthless pursuit of revenge eliminate their chances for redemption?
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."
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Sign the divorce papers and get out!" Leanna got married to pay a debt, but she was betrayed by her husband and shunned by her in-laws. Seeing that her efforts were in vain, she agreed to divorce and claimed her half of the properties. With her purse plump from the settlement, Leanna enjoyed her newfound freedom. The constant harassment from her ex's mistress never fazed her. She took back her identities as top hacker, champion racer, medical professor, and renowned jewelry designer. Then someone discovered her secret. Matthew smiled. "Will you have me as your next husband?"
Julia and Evan were the perfect couple-or so she thought. But everything changed when Evan abruptly ended their relationship, leaving her heartbroken and unable to tell him she was carrying his child. Years later, Julia has built a life for herself and her son, Andy, while Evan has risen to unimaginable wealth and success. Their paths cross again at a chance meeting, but Julia soon discovers Evan has moved on with someone else. Julia is done with the pain. She's fought battles alone, raising a son who deserves the truth about his father, even if Evan doesn't deserve her forgiveness. When Julia told Evan years ago she had something to say, he didn't listen. Now, it's time for him to listen. But is it too late to reclaim what he lost? "We should break up," he'd said, the words cutting through her like glass. The pregnancy test in her pocket stayed hidden, just like the child they would never share. Now, it's Evan's turn to hear the truth-and to face his deepest regret.
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
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