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RISING FROM THE ASHES:THE BILLIONAIRE'S HIDDEN QUEEN

WARNING!!! , SOME CHAPTERS IN THIS NOVEL CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES "Sign it, Aria. Don’t make this more pathetic than it already is." The smell of his expensive cologne mixed sickeningly with the scent of her stepsister’s perfume on the damp hotel sheets. Julian didn’t look like the man who had whispered promises of forever an hour ago; he looked like a predator closing a trap. Beside him, Elena smirked, pulling the silk duvet higher over her shoulder—a silent, triumphant taunt. "You were having sex with her," Aria whispered, her voice cracking as the roar of the fashion show’s bass thumped through the walls of the dressing suite. "On my runway night. In our bed." "Technically, it’s my bed now," Elena chirped, her eyes gleaming with malice. "Just like it’s my lead spot in the show. You’re trending, sister. But not for the fashion." Julian shoved the fountain pen into Aria’s trembling hand. "The scandal hits the press in ten minutes. Your career is dead, your reputation is ashes, and this divorce is your only way out before the sponsors sue you for every cent you own. Sign the papers, take your shame, and disappear." With a numb heart and a hand that felt like ice, Aria scribbled her name, severing her life. An hour later, rain lashed against the neon lights of the city as she stumbled into a darkened bar, a ghost in a couture gown. She didn't want comfort; she wanted to feel something other than the knife in her back. When the man in the corner—shadowed, lethal, and radiating a terrifying power—offered her his hand and a night of forgetting, she took it. She didn't know his name. She didn't know he was the most dangerous man in the financial world. She only knew that as she walked away from the wreckage of her life the next morning, she was carrying a secret that would one day bring the world to its knees.
EOJixxie · 22.8k Views

ACCIDENTALLY MARRIED TO A MAD BILLIONAIRE

#MATURECONTENT #SMUT #REDFLAG #UNTIED Read the first 10 chapters. I dare you not to fall in love. --- Everyone in Penny Willard’s life had one thing to say: “You're not good enough.” Her ex? "Fat repels people worse you're ugly, why did you think I would want you?" Her sister? "Look at me, Penny. Of course Chris chose me. I'm everything you're not." Her own mother? "I wish you'd never been born." Her stepfather? "You're a mistake. A stain on this family." The help whispered behind closed doors... "She’s just a product of rape who ruined her mother’s life." But then he came along. The madman. The monster. The one everyone feared. And he called her Penguin. His Penguin. His life. His reason. His obsession. --- On the day Penny thought she’d finally found love, she discovered her fiancé, Chris Adkins, was already married… to her baby sister, Ariana. Before she could process the betrayal, another bomb dropped. She was already married. To a man she'd never met before... A man hidden from the world... A man so dangerous, they erased his existence from every record... Osvaldo Adkins. The caged beast in the penthouse. Unstable, cold and dangerously handsome. And absolutely, madly obsessed with his new wife. What started as betrayal turned into love. Penny was done crying over her stupid ex. She was ready to start a new and make them eat their words. She’s not just the chubby, awkward girl everyone bullied anymore. She’s the anonymous genius behind world-shaking breakthroughs. A prodigy scientist. A doctor. The woman everyone secretly relies on. And now? She’s out for revenge. She’ll make Ariana choke on her lies. She’ll make Chris wish he’d never been born. And she’ll set the world on fire, with a madman worshipping the ground she walks on. --- Who said the fat girl can’t be the fantasy? Who said the duff can’t own the story? Watch her rise, fall in love, and burn every bridge that ever held her back. --- Follow @Sspears for updates, chaos, and bonus content. Because this isn’t your average love story. It’s hot. It’s messy. And it’s going to ruin you. Just when you think you have everything figured out, more twist will unfold that would wreck you. Our ML is all shades of red flags, possessive, doesn't mind killing the ones who hurt his Penguin. He's done it countless times and adores his little Penguin with his life. This novel is filled with smutty smut smut smutty scenes. Brace yourself, and get ready for an adventurous ride.
Kourtney_Sspears · 1.3m Views

The Pawn Who Said Yes

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 16.2k Views

My Ex's Uncle and Me

Maisie Fleming has no recollection of her second marriage to her ex-husband’s uncle. Edmund Bainbridge, on the other hand, remembered every single moment of their married life. He waits patiently for her recovery and suffers quietly as he watches the woman he loved treat him like a complete stranger. When Maisie's ex-husband suddenly re-enters her life, Edmund finds himself torn between wanting Maisie to choose him and wanting her to be truly happy. If Maisie can no longer remember why she chose Edmund, can she fall in love with him again? Or will the return of her ex-husband make her question her choice? This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ~ Dialogue Excerpt~ I did not know how it happened. The next thing I knew, I was already in Alistair’s embrace. “Please, Maise. I need you to listen to me,” he whispered. I stomped on his feet and kicked backwards. But he did not budge. “Let me send you home. We’ll talk there.” “NO! Let me go!!” He swept me off my feet. “Must you be difficult? I swear, you were much more modest when you married -” His voice trailed and his steps halted. Chills began to run down my spine. “Why are you carrying my wife, Alistair?” Edmund’s voice was calm but icy cold. ~~ As of now, below is the total volume for the story 'My Ex's Uncle and Me.' Volume I The Stranger Beside Me is My Husband Volume II: My Ex Came Back After I Married His Uncle Volume III: My True Identity that I Never Knew Volume IV: ???
Nekonigiri001 · 92.7k Views

Her Comeback Was His Sentence.

After three years of marriage, Evelyn finally got pregnant. She thought it would be the happiest day of her life until her own husband’s hands pushed into hell her. Evelyn went to the company to inform Alain about her pregnancy, only to be met with the sight of him having sex with his secretary. Alain had betrayed her. “Let’s get a divorce,” he said, the three years of affection crushed like worthless paper. He showed no shame as he continued his affair right in front of her, under the guise of nakedness. “Fine,” Evelyn agreed. She looked proud and aloof. She swallowed the news of her pregnancy, holding it tight in her throat without uttering a word. But as she turned away, she burst into tears. She returned home, prepared the divorce papers, signed them, packed her belongings, and left. But on the way, Evelyn fainted because of her foetal derangement. A kind man took her to the hospital and left her with a beautiful wish. Other than that, she knew nothing about him. Five years later, Evelyn had a successful career and a peaceful life with her young son - Dennis. But one day, her son brought a strange man home, none other than Alain! Evelyn was stunned. Her ex-husband had returned, shamelessly begging her for forgiveness, wanting to regain her and Dennis. He wanted her to come back to him. But Evelyn didn’t agree. Despite Alain’s coercion, she refused. And at that moment, “he” suddenly appeared, unexpectedly and silently as he did five years ago. He pulled her up from the depths and slapped her ex-husband directly in the face with one sentence: “You’re not worthy of her.” ... Umee: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
Umee_uuuuuuw · 58.3k Views

My Love From Hell.

MY LOVE FROM HELL Synopsis She has no name. No family. No past. For as long as she can remember, she has lived on the streets—feeding from wastebins, sleeping under broken bridges, surviving on scraps the world discarded. Invisible. Unwanted. Forgotten. But the shadows have never forgotten her. Strange eyes follow her in the dark. Whispers crawl into her dreams. And on the night she is almost killed in an alley, a dangerously beautiful stranger appears — cold, commanding, and inhuman. He calls her Celestia. He claims he is her protector. Lucien is powerful, mysterious, and terrifyingly calm. He takes her into a mansion that feels alive and introduces her to beings that are far from human — demon hybrids, a higher vampire, creatures born of darkness. She should run. But she doesn’t. Because for the first time in her life, someone is protecting her. Soon, her nightmares become real. Witches gather in secret covens. Dark angels descend. Higher demons hunt her. She learns a truth that shatters everything: She carries angelic pure blood — a sacred, celestial essence powerful enough to grant dark forces access to Heaven itself if sacrificed. She is not a nobody. She is the key to a war between realms. And the most devastating truth of all? The man she is falling in love with… The man who saved her… The man who swore to protect her… Is the Prince of Hell. Now caught between Heaven and Hell, hunted by witches and demons, rejected by angels, and betrayed by destiny, she must choose who she truly is. A weapon. A sacrifice. Or the girl who dares to love the devil. Because in a war between light and darkness, love may be the most dangerous sin of all. warning:Mature content! Beware!!!
darkwitch · 70.6k Views

Shi Yan Si: Beyond Fate and Suffering [Danmei - ​Dark Psychology]

#BoyLove #DanMei #Painful #Tragic #Mature #SliceOfLife #DarkFantasy Genre: Danmei, Boylove, Palace Intrigue, Male Courtesan, Angst, Hurt Author: HuaLuoShenYang Synopsis Is there truly a parent in this world cold-hearted enough to abandon their own flesh and blood? The answer is a resounding yes. Shi Yan Si was neither an exception nor the only one, but he stood as a testament to those whose childhood scars lingered like a lifelong shadow, drifting like a ghost on the fringes of humanity. Abandoned since birth, he was like a fledgling bird crawling through a desolate forest before its wings could even sprout. His only choice: to plunge into the abyss or to struggle for survival, waiting for his wings to grow so he could teach himself to fly. Tragically, those wings grew twisted and frail. Driven by a desperate hunger for affection, he lost himself in the labyrinth of desire. His obsessive love for his sworn brother led them both down a path of betrayal and sin, culminating in the ultimate agony—his eyes were gouged out by the very man he adored. With his own hands, he cast himself straight into a hell of carnal suffering. From the moment of his first breath to the flickering remains of his last, cold neglect and brutal torment followed him like a curse. Only when his spirit was a mere wisp of smoke did he finally stumble upon a fragment of peace called eternity. Love had become a distant, fading mirage—no longer a dream, no longer a hope. Au'Note: Should you discover any grammatical mistakes in any chapter of the story, I would be grateful if you could assist me in making the corrections. Many thanks.
HuaLuoShenYang · 85.9k Views

The Triplet Alphas' Regret

“For years I have tried to tell you I was innocent, and what did you do?” “Briar, please,” Cassian tried to say. “It’s not like that―” “Like what?” I spat. “Not like you’ve tormented me my whole life? Not like you’ve used me and tried to have me killed?” “There was a reason for it,” Rowan tried to say. His eyebrows were furrowed together tightly as he took a step forward. He reached for my hand, and I quickly stepped back. Hurt flashed across his eyes. “We didn’t know―” “Of course you didn’t,” I said with a humorless laugh. “All you did was listen to the lies Violet told you. Even though I am your fated mate, you’ve ignored all my pleas to just listen to what I had to say.” “Briar, please listen to us,” Soren said. His eyes were red with desperation. “Please give us another chance.” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m done waiting. I’m done hurting.” I met their gaze, mustering all the strength I had. I ignored the way their mark on my neck burned in protest. “You’ve made your bed,” I said. “Now it’s time to lie in it.” *** Briar Argyris was born into power, the youngest daughter of the revered Beta family of the Shadowclaw Pack―until the day she vanished. Kidnapped as a child and presumed dead, Briar returned years later, broken and bloodied at the border of her homeland. But her family had already moved on. Her sister, Willow, had grown into a prodigal daughter. As such, there was no room for the forgotten daughter. From the moment she came home, Briar was treated like a curse. Her presence seemed to poison Willow, and as such, Briar was forced to stay far away from her―in the omegas’ quarters. When Willow supposedly died, Briar's fate was sealed. The pack believed she was the murderer, and no one was willing to listen to her pleas. Until the Moon Goddess intervened. Right before her execution―her 18th birthday―Briar's destiny was revealed. She was the fated mate of not one, but three Alphas. Rowan. Soren. Cassian Hadeon. Childhood friends of Willow. Heirs of the Shadowclaw Pack. And her greatest tormentors. They wanted nothing to do with her―convinced she had destroyed the girl they loved, and fueled by the lies of Violet, Willow’s best friend. To them, Briar was nothing but a cruel joke of fate. Trapped in a bond she didn’t choose, hated by the men fate bound her to, Briar is determined to survive―even if her heart shatters in the process. Because the truth is still buried. And when it finally surfaces, the Alphas will learn that the girl they rejected is not only their true mate―she’s the key to everything they thought they lost. But will Briar still want them back after everything they've done? After all, the moon shines brighter outside the Shadowclaw Pack. Just because the triplets are dumb enough to let their fated mate go, doesn't mean that others will do the same... *** Updates 2-4 times a week for the month of April. Daily updates starting in May. Thank you for your support!
saltedpepper · 157.3k Views