

My boyfriend's childhood friend got knocked up. To save her rep, Quentin Palmer married her. When I asked what that meant for me—and our baby—he stayed ice-calm. "Rainee's not like you. I'm all she's got. She wouldn't survive the gossip." Like I had anyone else? Like I wasn't carrying his baby too? Later, while people laughed behind my back about the "fatherless" kid I was having, Quentin just stood there—next to Rainee, silent. That's when it hit me—love comes with a pecking order. So I ended the pregnancy. Gave up my baby... all so he could play the hero for her.

Adrian, the trillion-dollar CEO of Sterling Group, enters a marriage of convenience and weds Elowen, a nobleborn heiress. Right after their wedding, he gains a peculiar ability: he can hear every single inner thought of his new wife. Outwardly, she is a gentle, poised and well-mannered socialite. Yet inside her head lies a completely different person — she is actually Elara, Elowen's twin sister. When her elder sister was severely injured in a car crash, Elara was brought back from a welfare institute by their family to take her sister's place in this marriage. To her, this union is nothing but a business deal. All she wants is to hold out until the contract expires, collect the money and run away. Amused and baffled by her wild, unfiltered inner monologues, Adrian catches glimpses of her true self through these unguarded thoughts: a spirited, loyal girl haunted by deep-seated inferiority. Little by little, he falls for her. Though he has long seen through the fake-marriage scheme, he chooses to protect her in secret. He discreetly fends off dangers for her, buys the fireworks studio she has always longed for, and devotes abundant resources to help her chase her dream. While Elowen keeps acting as the perfect heiress, she struggles and grows emotionally entangled within the web of lies. Before she knows it, genuine love blooms in her heart. Still, she lives in constant fear that everything will crumble once her true identity comes to light. As Adrian's childhood-friend rival stirs up trouble, misunderstandings arise from the elder sister's ex-boyfriend, and the twin-sister truth draws near, this marriage built on secrets faces a severe test. When the lie finally comes out, their cross-class romance must stand against family schemes and past traumas. From a contractual forced-replacement marriage to mutual devotion, this is a spicy, funny sweet-romance billionaire drama featuring a domineering CEO and a bold girl from humble origins.

Tristen Bolton is a broke bricklayer mocked by everyone—until his billionaire CEO boss Gisele Duvall’s daughter suddenly points at him and calls him “Daddy.” A matching necklace reveals the truth Gisele has searched for six years: Tristen may be the father of her little girl. With Gisele’s family forcing her toward another man, can this “nobody” rise up and claim the queen, the daughter, and the life that should have been his?

Bodyguard Theo Skylar becomes a hero by saving his gorgeous CEO employer and falls in love with her. His CEO son, unapproving of Theo’s job, wants him to return to the company for retirement. However, he is unaware of his father’s influential presence in the underground world…
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While helping her sister Liza Seatter escape an abusive relationship, Zoey Seatter encounters mercenary Adrian Morris and his brother Franklin Morris.Zoey has a one-night stand with Adrian and discovers she’s pregnant a month later. Just as she’s about to terminate the pregnancy, Adrian appears and proposes marriage, bringing both Zoey and Liza home to live with them. Under the same roof, Zoey gradually wins over Adrian’s heart, while Franklin slowly falls for Liza. After surviving a jewelry store robbery, attending prenatal classes, and dealing with Liza’s abusive ex, the four of them finally find their happily ever after.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

The night before our wedding, my mother needed a fifty-thousand-dollar emergency deposit for surgery. I went to my fiancé, Major Adrian Hayes, hoping he would listen before it was too late. He only saw the number. He paid the deposit in the end, but something between us broke that night. That money became the beginning of every name he would ever use against me. After that, every time I asked him for help, he sent me one hundred dollars. When I was in a car accident, he sent one hundred dollars. When I begged him to attend my mother’s funeral, he sent one hundred dollars. Eight months ago, I found out I was pregnant. I sent him seventy-seven voice messages, desperate to tell him we were having a baby. He never listened. He only sent seventy-seven payments of one hundred dollars. Later, when I started bleeding and was rushed into emergency surgery, I called Adrian and begged him to come to the hospital, to answer the doctors, to save our child. He sent one hundred dollars again. At the same time, Madeline’s Instagram story showed Adrian in his dress uniform beside her at a lavish officers’ charity gala. The comments all treated them like the perfect match. I stared at the screen until my hand went numb. I was begging for him from the edge of an emergency room while he stood under chandeliers beside another woman, looking as if he had already found the wife he wanted. By the time Adrian finally turned his phone back on, his staff officer’s voice was shaking. “Major Hayes... your wife and the baby did not make it.” And in that moment, Adrian went feral.

Monica’s first love was the high school quarterback, Sebastian, who grew up to be a star football player while Monica is now just a cleaner. Sebastian resents Monica for aborting their baby seven years ago, but little does he know that Monica has always been deeply in love with him - until their secret child Ian calls him Dad!

Stella Carter had been secretly married to Adrian Whitmore, an old-money Manhattan heir, for three years, believing she had found the most precious love of her life. It was not until she was pregnant and saw her husband at the hospital staying by the side of the famous actress Vanessa Bennett—and overheard Adrian planning to take her child away and hand it over to Vanessa to raise—that she realized she had never been the one her husband truly cherished. Stella terminated the pregnancy, signed the divorce papers, and accepted an invitation to join a Zurich aerospace program. Before leaving, she sent evidence of Vanessa’s provocations and her own abortion report to a family dinner, publicly exposing the relationship between Adrian and Vanessa, and then vanished completely. Only after losing her did Adrian realize that Stella was not only the one who had truly saved his life, but also the wife he had shattered with his own hands. By the time he followed her to Switzerland, Stella had already returned to her scientific career and had also begun to recognize the love Julian Harrington had quietly kept for her all those years. Adrian’s remorse, Vanessa’s crimes, and the reckoning between the two powerful families erupted one after another. After all the hurt and farewells, Stella ultimately completed the aerospace program and married Julian, who truly respected and cherished her, while Adrian could only cling to his belated regret and watch her embrace a life of her own.

When Adriano Morelli realized I hadn’t submitted a single household request in three days, he called me himself for the first time in months. “Serafina,” he said, his voice smooth and patient, “the clinic has been cleared. Your file is back on priority. See? When you stop making things difficult and learn how this family works, I make sure you’re taken care of.” He always sounded the gentlest when he was reminding me who held the power. What he didn’t know was that by the time his name lit up my screen, the divorce papers were already drafted. From the outside, I had everything a woman could want: a guarded penthouse, a driver on call, designer clothes, and the last name of one of the most feared men in the city. But almost none of it was mine. The cards were monitored. Cash had to be approved. Staff took Viviana Costa’s orders before they ever listened to me. Even the wardrobe budget, my schedule, and access to the family office all ran through her hands. Adriano called it convenience. Three days ago, I was rushed into a private clinic, blood soaking through my dress, while a doctor told me there was still a chance to save the baby if the emergency deposit was paid immediately. I called Adriano until my hands shook. Viviana stalled the transfer. First there was no direct authorization. Then the amount was too large. Then Adriano was in a meeting and could not be disturbed over something that might not be serious. By the time the money came through, it was too late. The baby was gone. I had stayed with Adriano for two reasons: I loved him, and I believed that when it truly mattered, he would choose me. I was wrong about both. Our child died first. My marriage died with it.