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False Perfection
Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
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.
False Bestfriends
They are BESTFRIENDS. Not childhood best friends. They met when she was 12 and he, 13 and they had stuck close to each other since then. Joan, that was her name and her best friend, King. Now she was 17, he, 18 and it seemed like everything stood against their five year friendship; Joan's mother's
His Perfection
I spun around, my heart skipping a beat as I took in the sight of a tall, dark-haired man standing behind me. His piercing eyes sparkled with amusement, and his full lips curved into a sly smile. "Those poor grass blades would be wondering what they did," he repeated, his deep voice sending a shiv
Perfection in imperfections
Do you know how we've all made mistakes? Some worse than others. Imperfection is key, journey through the ends of the Earth, and not a single perfect soul shall be found. We are different, look past the mistakes and there you'll find beauty. Ever met someone confusing, complicated, and ridiculousl
The Contract(Miss Perfection)
Jake harrowsmith, the heir of the brown empire had just moved into a new town called Renal town, to meet his dad's business associate; who had loaned a huge sum of money from him sometimes in the past. He wasn't a bit bothered about the money, but he felt it would be fair enough to pay his dad's bus
Remarried To The False Heir
Tristan is the real young master in the drama. His father said, whoever between him and his brother first has a grandson, will be able to inherit billions of assets from the family. Three years after getting married, he was honest and sincere: "If you can't get pregnant, but she is pregnant, I ca
My Husband's False Love
"Help me seek revenge...," a woman pleaded with a man sitting arrogantly in his chair, crossing his legs. The woman, her face partially covered with a scarf, bore severe burn scars – Ariana Wilson. A hapless woman betrayed by her husband and his own friend, who cruelly burned her alive. Fortunately,
The Price of Perfection
It was my birthday, marking ten silent years I' d lived inside Marcus Thorne' s gilded mansion. I was his late wife' s eerie look-alike, tasked with raising his son, Leo, in a life of unimaginable luxury and suffocating expectation. Then, a seemingly innocent smoothie led to a violent miscarriage,
Epitome Of Perfection
I shook my head before looking at myself through the mirror again. I just did a little touch-up and decided to go out again. It would be embarrassing if I kept Damian waiting there. He seems like a nice guy. We've only exchanged a few words, but I immediately sense his goodness. He doesn't seem like
Shattered Perfection: A CEO's Downfall
My life as Ava Sharma, a successful architect, half of New York's power couple with my CEO husband Liam, seemed perfect. He always said my "delicate health" was why we were child-free, and I believed him. But when he suddenly announced he'd "adopted" two kids without me, a subtle shift occurred. The
The False Heir of the Mafia
"What would your father do if he knew where you are now, Isabella?" Marco whispers. My voice trembles, but the sentence comes out anyway. "The same as yours, if he knew what you've been hiding from him." * Isidro Ricci is the perfect heir to his father's empire, an ideal blend of cruelty and inte
The Heir and His False Queen
I was the heir to a tech and real estate empire, living a life most only dreamed of. Yet, I felt a constant ache, a longing for something pure. My father’s “Vanguard Program” was supposed to find me a wife, and I was infatuated with Ava Moreau, the ice queen he picked as a frontrunner. I thought she
The Price of a False Hero
Ethan Miller possessed a secret gift: blood that could heal any wound, reverse any sickness. In a past life, he used it to save Bree Vanderbilt, a beautiful socialite paralyzed from the waist down. The Vanderbilts had promised him immense wealth and marriage, but Bree, fixated on her "hero" boyfr
Rejected by the False Mate, Claimed by the Alpha King
I stood in the grand parlor and warned Zander that if he walked out to his mistress again, I would find another mate. He laughed in my face and called me a broken Omega whose ruined body no man would ever touch. Three days later a glowing parchment arrived. It showed two pups growing inside me, and
He Played Her False: She Played Her Way Out
My Juilliard cello degree was just background noise to the perfect smile I plastered on for my husband, Wesley' s, political fundraisers. For eight years, I was "Mrs. Wesley Lester," a pretty prop, while my priceless 18th-century cello sat in its case, my only sacred space, untouched by him. Then
The Alpha's False Mate, The Omega's Silent War
I was a lowly Omega, but the Moon Goddess herself declared I was the fated Mate to Alpha Kaelan. For a year, I believed our love was a legend, and for the last eight months, I carried what I thought was his son and heir. Then I found the scroll. A year before he even met me, he had performed a bl
