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[BL] I’m a gold digger, so what?

Ashton never tried to hide that he was a gold digger. He grew up in a poor family that never had enough. His father was a drug addict his mother, though hardworking, was hopelessly devoted to him. She worked three shifts just to keep the lights on, but she was rarely home. As the youngest of three, Ashton grew up Wearing hand-me-downs and facing ridicule for his shabby clothes, he swore that one day, he’d never be poor again. College was supposed to be his new beginning. He’d been saving money since he was fourteen and thought he’d found love his first boyfriend, his supposed forever. But forever ended when that same boyfriend drained his savings and disappeared. Heartbroken, Ashton realized that hard work and honesty didn’t always pay off. Love, he decided, was just another transaction and if love was the game, he would play it to win. So he decided to became a gold digger. And he wasn’t ashamed. Ashton knew he couldn’t succeed on his own, so he crossed paths with Rose. Fortunately or unfortunately for him( only time could tell), Rose was the best of the best, a brilliant and smart gold digger who had turned seduction into an art. Somehow, Ashton convinced Rose to become his mentor. But Ashton had his own way to drive anyone mad and before long, he was giving Rose a constant migraine. After careful research, he found his perfect target: Alexander Rivera a 46-year-old Italian businessman, divorced, wealthy, and handsome for his age. Alexander had everything Ashton wanted. The age gap didn’t matter. All Ashton saw was a way out. a chance to finish college, pay rent, and finally live without struggle. Alexander Rivera would be his ticket to happiness. Ashton: My name might not be Luna, but I sure know how to Lovegood.(bites his lower lip) Alexander:........... Ashton: I'll show you my secret passage, but only if you solemnly swear that you're up to no good.( wink-wink) Alexander:........... Ashton:I'd like to get your Basilisk into my Chamber of Secrets.(looks at rose across the room as if saying "I seemed hot right? right") Rose:..........( I don't f*cing know this guy) Alexander sighs softly, voice low and calm: "no more drinks for you." younger,shameless, money worshipping,Harry Potter books obsessed fan, cheeky, chaotic bottom × older, composed, wealthy,possessive, and generous to his little baby top
Eatoy_Fengyn · 403 Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
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The Price of an Heir

Suho has always lived between two worlds. One shaped by legacy, pride, and expectations he never chose, and another shaped by a heart that feels too deeply for the life he is meant to lead. He is cold, silent, charming, and smart when it comes to business. But he is gentle by nature, emotionally deep, and quietly devoted when it comes to his love. But love was never allowed to be part of his carefully arranged world. It was always meant to be negotiated, controlled, and contained. At this point in his life, Yerin is his everything. His first love, his only love. He is willing to go to any length to keep her, even when his family repeatedly refuses to accept her. Torn between a heart that refuses to let go and a lineage that demands an heir to carry the Kim legacy, Suho takes a decisive step, trying to hold on to Yerin without disappointing the family that expects obedience and continuity from him. Then Hauen enters his life. Not through affection, but through a contract. Chosen not as a partner, but as a solution, Hauen becomes his wife in a marriage built for convenience. An agreement meant to secure an heir and protect the Kim family’s legacy. In return, Hauen enters this marriage to save her father’s bankrupt business. She is warm and gentle, yet guarded. Strong in quiet ways, carrying her own unspoken burdens. To the world, their marriage looks flawless. Polite smiles, perfect appearances, a union without cracks. To them, it is nothing more than a carefully written business contract, set to end after eighteen months. But life has little patience for plans built without truth. In the midst of calculated decisions and emotional restraint, fate pushes Suho into the lowest point of his life, breaking him in ways he never expected. Stripped of control, certainty, and pride, he is forced to confront the parts of himself he has never imagined. At his most fragile moment, the question is no longer about legacy or contracts. It's about Who will stay when everything collapses? Who will stand beside him when life is hard for him? And when life offers both unbearable loss and unexpected grace, will Suho have the courage to accept them? This is a story of love that begins as an obligation, fractures under destiny's test, and slowly transforms into something honest, real, and beautiful.
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