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Popstar By Day, CEO's Wife By Night

Madison Cole's night went from bad to catastrophically worse in record time: ✓ Ex-boyfriend proposes to another woman during her late night performance ✓ Gets drunk and propositions a hot stranger (who she thinks is a call boy) ✓ Ties him up with her scarf (fails miserably) ✓ Has the best night of her life ✓ Wakes up and things spiral like Cinderella on crack Plot twist? That "call boy" is sitting behind the judging panel at her AUREYA Entertainment audition. Meet Ethan Hayes (37, hot, rich, and 'very much' her new boss)—CEO of the biggest music label in the industry and the man who just watched her audition while probably remembering exactly what she sounds like when she's 'not' singing. His offer: Become MAꓓꓷOX, replace his ex-kpop solo idol, and launch his American market takeover as a Popstar. The catch? Marry him. Secretly. For reasons he won't explain until she does. She's 24, heart'broken', actually going broke and her options are: go back to her dingy Vegas hotel apartment or become Mrs. Hayes and live out every forbidden romance fantasy she definitely shouldn't be having about her boss. Guess which one she picks? Age gap? Check. Forbidden entertainment romance? Check. Secret marriage that's feeling way too real and difficult to keep hidden? Check. Scandals and Drama? Check. Her trying to be dominant and failing spectacularly? Also check. In an industry built on perfect images, their messy secret might be the most real thing either of them has ever had—if it doesn't destroy them first.
KiX_x_X · 795 Views

From Covenant to the Roses

When the "Queen of Jewels" needed a marriage of convenience to save her empire, she chose the one man who ever dared to tell her: "Bread comes before pearls." Elisa Rossi, youngest ruler of a jewelry empire. She possessed diamond-sharp judgment, presiding over a multibillion-euro business dynasty. With eighteen months left until her thirtieth birthday, the cold clause of the family trust tightened around her neck: "Marry before thirty, or forfeit all shares." The arranged match was Alessandro, heir to a banking empire—polished, shrewd, and certain of victory. But Elisa offered a very different contract. "I need a husband who will vanish cleanly in three years." Her choice fell on the man in a worn sweater, tucked away in a small-town archive. Lorenzo Costa, archivist of San Gimignano. On his left ring finger rested a plain platinum band, passed down through generations, inscribed inside with his family’s creed: "Il pane prima delle perle." Bread comes before pearls. His father’s critical illness demanded a fortune in medical bills. When Elisa slid the contract toward him, he calmly added three conditions: "Schedule the surgery at once. Establish an independent trust. And—respect my boundaries." A marriage of mutual necessity began under the glass dome of Milan. She gave him a signet ring of gold, a symbol of power and transaction. He placed on her finger his platinum band, imprinted with legacy and truth. When corporate ambushes, family betrayal, and hidden clauses exploded at once— on a cliff’s edge, with a gun aimed at her heart— Lorenzo threw himself before the bullet. His final words: "Now do you believe it? Some contracts were never meant to be transactions." What began as calculation ended as a choice made with a life. When the queen of jewels learned to feel the warmth of bread, when the archivist redefined the worth of pearls, they finally understood: The strongest thrones are not built on roses, nor guarded by thorns— but rise from the ruins where two real people choose to rebuild, together. —A story of how lies can give birth to truth, how calculation loses to the heart, and why sometimes the one who saves you is the very person you first saw as a tool.
DuoduoQian · 6.6k Views

Turns Out I’m the Mistress, Not the Main Character

“Please, let me touch you,” his voice breaks, pleading. I laugh, overwhelmed by the irony of the situation. Because the very man who persecuted me so much is now the one reduced to nothing before me. His hair is a mess, eyes baggy with dark circles that note the sleepless nights. Those eyes once only reflected hatred for me, but now they’re begging desperately. “Why won’t you just let me come to you? Why does that bastard have to be near you all he wants but I’m not given any moment to even smell you?!!” His rage is laced with pain, his voice filled with bitterness and evident fear. Fear of losing me. “Why?” I ask. My voice is low, but steady. “Why should I let the man who’s abused me for so long come anywhere near me? Why should I give the man who’s watched his family and everyone humiliate me every moment of my life a chance?” My eyes burn with rage, tears welling up as I think back to the countless torture I had to endure. “Tell me why I should come back to the man who’s questioned my dignity and let another woman take my place!!!” “No, Lei, no,” his voice shakes, quiet as though every word costs him. The sound of his voice is barely audible, like it is drowning in regrets too heavy to undo. He draws near, hands trembling with eyes wide with guilt and regret. “It’s all over now. Sign the divorce papers if you still have a bit of a conscience left inside.” His quivering face turns tight with anger. “Why? So you can run off to those good for nothing goons who leer lustfully at you?!” His voice lowers, but remain steady and stern. “I will never let you go, Lei. Never!” I smile. My defiant eyes alone telling all there is to know. Because for me, there is never going back to him. •••••••• Leiara Rhys, the sole heiress to the Rhys Development, has always faced life head-on with one motto: “If it isn’t death, how bad can it be?” When she’s forced into an arranged marriage with Colson Hayes, heir to a rival company, she braces herself like always, determined to bury the fear, the pain, the grief deep inside. But nothing prepares her for the cold hatred in her husband’s eyes. A hatred rooted in a grudge she doesn’t understand. As Colson quietly vows to ruin her, Leiara becomes a pawn trapped between two powerful families and impossible expectations. Abused and subjected to all sorts of violence by her husband, family and his lover, Leiara’s carefully guarded heart begins to fracture. After all, the human heart isn’t a diamond that cannot break, nor a barrel that cannot overflow. When Leiara discovers that she isn’t the main character in this marriage but merely the mistress, the world she built on pain begins to crack. Forced to coexist with the main character, the true focus of her husband’s affection, she must remain in the background as she always has. But just when she’s ready to stop hoping and let go, something utterly unexpected happens. The very man whose eyes once reflected only her mistakes and imperfections now holds a tenderness and longing she doesn’t know how to trust. A boundless love she cannot seem to fully explore. And for Leiara, the irony of it all is just too cruel, yet too breaking to ignore. But one thing is for sure; she is no longer a puppet to be mistreated as they see fit.
Chicken_Fruit · 36.7k Views