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"One interview. I'll borrow her name for one interview. What could possibly go wrong?" Apparently everything. Angela has nothing left to lose. Homeless, unemployed and desperate for a fresh start, she makes a reckless decision when she discovers an interview invitation belonging to a woman who looks almost exactly like her. All she has to do is borrow the woman's name, secure the job and disappear before anyone notices. Except nothing goes according to plan. Not only does Angela get the job, but she finds herself working directly under Jayden Price, a powerful billionaire CEO with an unforgiving attitude, an intimidating presence and an unsettling ability to notice things other people miss. He doesn't trust her. She doesn't particularly like him. And keeping her carefully constructed identity intact becomes increasingly difficult with every passing day. But when the line between pretending and reality begins to blur, Angela discovers that some lies are far more dangerous than others. Especially when the wrong person starts falling in love with the woman she is pretending to be. Angela wanted a job, a place to stay, not a new life. Now, getting out of it seems to be harder than getting in was.

"I don't care about your Number 9 jersey, Ethan. I signed a contract to save your career. I'm standing here because of the man hiding beneath it." Ethan Cross has everything the world envies. A record-breaking football career. Endless wealth. Global fame. But after a violent outburst explodes across live television, the man once worshipped as football's golden king becomes the sport's biggest scandal overnight. Sponsors disappear. Fans turn against him. One more mistake could cost him everything he's spent his life building. The club has one last solution. Dr. Maya Bennett. Brilliant. Unshakable. Impossible to intimidate. As one of the country's most respected sports psychologists, Maya has built her career on one simple rule: emotions are weaknesses waiting to be exploited. She refuses to be impressed by celebrity, power, or money. Until she receives an offer she cannot refuse. The club will fund the spinal surgery that could change her younger brother's life if she agrees to rehabilitate the most difficult player in professional football. When another scandal threatens to end Ethan's career for good, the club forces them into an arrangement neither of them wants. A fake relationship. One public image to protect. And one rule neither of them is allowed to break: Don't fall in love. But cameras only capture smiles. They don't see the panic attacks hidden behind Ethan's perfect image. They don't see Maya's own carefully buried scars. As jealous teammates, ruthless executives, and relentless media pressure close in around them, Ethan and Maya realize that the biggest threat to their carefully planned fake relationship isn't the headlines; it's what they're beginning to feel for each other. A dangerous attraction is growing between two people who promised themselves it wasn't real. Because sometimes the most dangerous thing an elite athlete can lose isn't the championship.

SEVEN DAYS BEFORE MY WEDDING, I walked into our bedroom and found my neurosurgeon fiancé plowing my cousin on our bed. Six months later, Oliver and Vanessa are married, my humiliation is office coffee-break gossip, and I've done everything possible to disappear off the face of the earth. Then I find out my grandmother is dying. This birthday might be her last, and I refuse to let my ex take that from me too. Problem is, going means facing my own personal nightmare head-on: Oliver and Vanessa, happy and married, right in front of me, while the rest of my family looks at me like I'm a walking tragedy. That's when Simon Hart-my billionaire boss, arrogant as hell, and the only man who can irritate me, make me laugh, and dismantle every single one of my defenses in the same conversation-makes me an absolutely ridiculous proposal. "Just think about it." He spreads his hands. " You're tired of everyone pitying you. I'm rich as fuck, handsome as hell, and charming as fuck. Who's going to feel sorry for you when you show up with Simon Hart on your arm?" The problem is, he's right. I need a boyfriend to survive my grandmother's birthday weekend without turning back into the official family disaster. And Simon needs a serious girlfriend to prove to all of New York that the city's most eligible bachelor has finally settled down. It was supposed to be simple. Fake dating. Two events. Some convincing touching. Absolutely zero feelings. Until we added new terms to the agreement. No-strings sex. No jealousy. No expectations. Just sex. And it worked perfectly. Right up until everything went completely off the rails.

"You want a divorce? Fine. Complete an IVF cycle, give me an heir to unlock my trust fund, and I'll sign the papers." In the dim underground garage, my cheating husband gripped my wrist tightly, his face twisted in a mocking sneer. "Stop dreaming, Ellie. Your family is bankrupt! You think if you leave me, some Wall Street billionaire is going to be blind enough to be your knight in shining armor?" Looking at his arrogant face, I felt nothing but pure disgust. For three years of a dead marriage, he paraded his mistress into our marital bed, letting her wear my clothes and carry my bags. When I demanded a divorce, my own vain mother tried to force me back to be his incubator, all for a seven-million-dollar bribe. "I'd rather die than have your child." I looked at him coldly and slammed the "PETITION FOR DISSOLUTION OF MARRIAGE" right into his face. Infuriated, he tightened his grip on my arm, ready to explode. Just then, blinding LED headlights tore through the darkness of the garage. A custom black Bentley Mulsanne glided silently out of the shadows, stopping inches behind us. The tinted window rolled down, revealing a sharp, lethally handsome face. The most ruthless, untouchable billionaire on Wall Street-Cosmo James. He also happened to be my husband's former best friend. Cosmo's ice-blue eyes locked onto the hand gripping my arm. His deep voice cut through the freezing air like a blade: "Take your hands off her." Cosmo leaned slightly forward, radiating sheer, predatory authority. A cold, ruthless smirk touched his lips. "You asked which Wall Street billionaire is going to be her knight in shining armor." "It's me."

One lab error. Two betrayals. And a billionaire who doesn't believe in accidents. Emily Vance thought she was carrying a miracle. After her fiancé, Julian, ended up in a coma following a horrific car crash, she underwent IVF to keep his legacy alive. It was supposed to be her anchor. Instead, a clinical mix-up reveals that the child in her womb isn't Julian's at all. It belongs to Alistair Wolfe, a man whose name is synonymous with ruthless power and a heart made of ice. The nightmare doesn't stop at the doctor's office. When Julian finally wakes up, he doesn't call for Emily. He calls for her stepsister, Chloe, revealing a secret affair that turns Emily's years of loyalty into a joke. Backed into a corner by a family ready to sell her to a predatory debt collector to save their failing business, Emily is left with a devastating choice. Her doctors warn her that this is her last chance at motherhood. To keep her baby and escape her family's reach, she has to make a deal with the wolf at the door. Alistair Wolfe wants his heir. Emily wants protection. No love. No strings. Just a temporary union until the child is born. But as Emily moves into Alistair's world, she quickly learns that playing the wife of a man like Alistair is a high-stakes game where the heart is the first thing you lose.

To help her husband build his business empire, Veyra worked two jobs, skipped meals, and sacrificed everything she had. When her mother desperately needed life-saving treatment, she couldn't even scrape together the money. Then, on a New Year's Eve flight, fate seated her beside her husband's mistress. That's when she discovered the cruel truth. Her husband had secretly amassed millions long ago. The wedding ring that belonged to Veyra now glittered on another woman's finger. The $500,000 that could have saved her mother's life had been spent instead on luxury gifts and pocket money for his lover. She lost her baby. She lost her mother. And finally, she lost every illusion about the man she'd loved for years. After leaving the airport, Veyra walked into a bar, kissed the most dangerous-looking stranger she could find, and spent one reckless night in his arms. By sunrise, she disappeared without leaving so much as her name. She thought it was nothing more than a farewell to her broken past. She was wrong. The stranger was Dorian-the most powerful, mysterious billionaire in the business world. Meanwhile, her cheating husband finally realized what he had thrown away. He begged on his knees, signed a postnuptial agreement worth billions, and swore he would give up everything if she would come back. But just as Veyra began plotting to reclaim everything that had been stolen from her, a mysterious car accident brought Dorian back into her life. Only then did she learn the truth. He wasn't a stranger at all. He was her ex-husband's older stepbrother. Now two powerful men are fighting for the same woman-one consumed by regret, the other determined to make her his. Sorry, cheating ex... I choose your brother.

To revenge herself on her unfaithful fiancé Kevin, Isidora hides her striking beauty behind a plain disguise, and targets his uncle - the most formidable man Kevin fears. After one reckless night, Isidora leaves cash as payment and says lightly, "You were good last night." She tries to leave quietly, but is pulled into his arms. "You think you can walk away after this?" he says, his tone low and possessive. Cedrick is a feared, untouchable titan on Wall Street - elegant, aloof, and completely uninterested in women. Not even the most beautiful socialites in the city can catch his eye. When gossip spreads that he was seen pressing a woman against a wall and kissing her fiercely, no one believes it. When the rumors name Isidora, the crowd scoffs. He rejects even the most beautiful women, so why would he notice a plain girl like her? All doubt disappears when they see the dignified Cedrick drop to one knee to help Isidora with her shoe, pleading softly for just one kiss. When Kevin finally sees Isidora's true beauty and begs for forgiveness. But Cedrick kicks him out at once, slams a marriage certificate on the table, and says sharply. "Call her Aunt."

I carried a thermos of homemade chicken soup to the VIP lounge to surprise my husband after his ice time. But through the unlatched door, I caught him tangled naked on the sofa with Kyleigh—the "grieving sister" of a fallen teammate he claimed desperately needed our family's charity. I froze in the hallway, pressing my back against the cold concrete, only to hear something even more chilling. "What if she finds out the Nevada marriage certificate you gave her is completely fake?" Kyleigh purred. My husband scoffed, calling me a cold, arrogant idiot. He bragged that once he finished draining my family's century-old hockey trust funds into his agency's account, he would discard me. Even worse, I realized the four-year-old orphan he had begged me to sponsor was actually their biological child. Three years of my complete devotion and financial support, all built on a forged piece of paper and a calculated lie. He really thought I was just a sheltered heiress he could bleed dry and toss aside. I didn't kick the door open, and I didn't scream. Instead, I pulled out my phone, calmly recorded their naked betrayal, and dumped the three-hour soup into the trash bin. Since I was legally a single woman, I immediately called my Wall Street counsel to freeze all my offshore assets. He thought he was a mastermind, but he had no idea who he had just provoked.

Amelia sat alone at the City Marriage Bureau, watching the clock tick down to closing time. Fifteen minutes before the doors shut, a phone call shattered her last flicker of hope. Her fiancé, Kayson, wasn't coming. He had abandoned their wedding registration because Kamila-her stepsister-had twisted her ankle. It was his ninth broken promise. When Amelia returned home, there was no comfort. Her biological mother sneered at her humiliation, shielding the stepsister while ordering Amelia to apologize to Kayson. "Who would she marry without Kayson?" her mother mocked. "Let's see how long she survives out there without his money." Meanwhile, Kayson arrogantly dismissed her absence. Finding out she had vanished, he just laughed it off with his assistant. "It's just a tantrum to force my hand," Kayson smirked. "She still can't live without me." After nine years of absolute devotion, she was nothing but a convenient placeholder to the man she loved, and a worthless joke to her own family. The suffocating weight of their betrayal finally snapped something inside her. She packed a single suitcase, threw away nine years of anniversary gifts, and permanently blocked Kayson's number. Standing in the freezing wind, she pulled out her phone and dialed the private number of Kayson's biggest, most ruthless rival. "Mr. Thornton, what you said seven months ago... does the offer to marry me still stand?" Ten minutes later, a sleek black Maybach pulled up to the curb.

For ten years, Gidget sacrificed everything for her fiancé, Colin, enduring his family's sneers just to secure the medical funding her dying younger brother desperately needed. But at a high-society gala, she pushed open a VIP lounge door and found Colin having sex with her malicious step-sister, Dixie. Worse, Dixie was four weeks pregnant. "Once I finalize the trust fund injection using her clean public profile tonight, I'll cut her loose." Hearing Colin's cold words, Gidget threw her engagement ring right into his face. In retaliation, Dixie threw herself down a flight of hospital stairs to frame Gidget. Furious, Colin immediately froze her brother's medical trust fund, leaving the boy in sudden cardiac failure in the ICU without the money for life-saving equipment. Driven to absolute despair and completely abandoned, a soaked and exhausted Gidget stumbled into a luxury hotel to hide from the rain. She accidentally triggered the private elevator to the top-floor presidential suite. She didn't know the terrifying Wall Street tyrant inside was suffering from a lethal touch-allergy, and any woman who touched him would trigger anaphylactic shock. But when he grabbed her in the dark, there were no hives, no pain. Just her scent, which instantly cured his lifelong agony. After a night of chaotic entanglement, Gidget fled back to the hospital, terrified of how she would pay her brother's bills. Only to find an anonymous, unlimited medical grant had just saved his life. She thought she was finally free to start over, completely unaware that the real predator had just locked her cage.

"Spread your legs," the cold, handsome doctor ordered. To escape her ex-boyfriend's wedding invitation , Alana Martin attended an elite gala, wore a borrowed gown , and ended up spending a wild night with a dangerously handsome stranger. Panicked, she fled the next morning -only to end up in the hospital days later with severe inflammation. But when the curtain pulled back, the "doctor" examining her intimate areas was the exact same man from that night! Worse? He was looking at her with a wicked smirk, "You stole my first night, ignored my note , and now you're playing the amnesia game? I'm the victim here, little lady. Take responsibility."

On a freezing December afternoon, twenty-five weeks pregnant, Avery Collins walks into a dessert shop craving something sweet. Instead, she finds her husband, Adrian Blackwood-the cold, brilliant CEO of Blackwood Capital-sharing an intimate moment with another woman. In that instant, Avery finally understands. Some people can never be yours, no matter how long you've loved them. She had loved Adrian for eight years, long before he even knew her name. A one-night mistake, an unexpected pregnancy, and a marriage forced by family pressure turned her dream into a prison. While Avery gave everything to their marriage, Adrian believed she had trapped him. So she lets him go. After giving birth to their daughter, Avery makes the most heartbreaking decision of her life. Knowing she could never defeat the powerful Blackwood family in a custody battle, she leaves her daughter in Adrian's care and departs for Stanford University, carrying nothing but a photograph of her baby and asking her lawyer to handle the divorce. Five years later, Avery returns as a world-renowned financial journalist-beautiful, brilliant, and unrecognizable. Then her lawyer delivers shocking news. Adrian never signed the divorce papers. "He said if you want a divorce... you must ask him in person." Avery's answer is simple. "Then tell Mr. Blackwood... I'll see him in court." She believes that's the end of it. Until a little girl slips her tiny hand into Avery's. "Pretty lady... will you have dinner with me?" Avery looks up-and meets Adrian's unwavering gaze. "Mrs. Blackwood," he says quietly, "our divorce can wait." As the little girl whispers, "Please don't leave me again..." ...Avery realizes the one battle she thought she'd already won has only just begun.