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The Bride by Agreement

Riley Bennett is a sharp, fiercely independent screenwriter from Los Angeles, weighed down by her family’s mounting debts and her mother’s critical illness. As she struggles in a cutthroat publishing industry, a chance encounter at an Upper East Side gala introduces her to Alexander Grant—CEO of the Grant Group, heir to a British noble family, and a cold, calculated titan of finance. Alexander is under immense pressure from his aristocratic family to marry before his 27th birthday or lose his right to inherit. Disdainful of love and emotionally distant, he proposes a solution: a marriage contract. Riley, desperate to help her family, reluctantly agrees. Their three-year agreement is clear: no romance, no intimacy, no interference in each other’s personal lives—but in public, they must act like a picture-perfect couple. What begins as a calculated arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Living under the same roof, Riley's warmth and sincerity begin to thaw Alexander’s icy exterior. She uncovers the traumas he hides beneath his controlled facade, while he finds himself captivated by her spirit—an unexpected, irreplaceable presence in his life. Just as emotions begin to surface, Alexander’s aristocratic first love, Elena, returns to the spotlight, announcing their “rekindled romance” to the media. Crushed and feeling like a mere pawn, Riley launches a “self-destructive breakup plan”—wild parties, tabloid scandals, and daring outfits—hoping Alexander will walk away. But Alexander doesn’t. Instead, his jealousy reveals emotions he can no longer contain. When Riley is nearly humiliated at a high-society gala, Alexander publicly claims her as his wife in a dramatic, protective gesture—turning media frenzy into a declaration of devotion. As they grow closer again, Riley’s famous ex, Hollywood actor Lucas Ward, reappears offering both affection and funding for her new screenplay. Alexander opposes it, leading to a heated argument and yet another emotional rift. Meanwhile, Elena fakes a pregnancy to trap Alexander, triggering chaos in the family and threatening his inheritance. Caught between love and legacy, Alexander makes his choice. He flies to Los Angeles, finds Riley backstage at her script premiere, and kneels before her with a heartfelt vow: “If I could rewrite the contract, I’d write your name next to forever.” Riley lets down her guard. They stop running from their feelings and rewrite the rules. In the end, Alexander gives up part of his control over the company to keep what matters most—her. Riley’s script is adapted into an Oscar-winning film, marking her breakthr In a contract built on conditions, love was the one clause never written—yet the only one that couldn’t be broken.
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Bride of the Lycan

It was never meant to be a union. Only a transaction. When Seraphina, the illegitimate daughter of a Southern High Lord, is bartered off in marriage to the cold High Lord of the North, she expects cold stone, colder glances, and a life spent in silence. Instead, she finds herself at the heart of an ancient fortress pulsing with secrets, where every shadow watches, and every man may not be wholly man. Her husband, Lord Aevriel, rules with a cold gaze and iron restraint. Rumored to have murdered his own father to ascend, he is feared by his men and obeyed without question. But beneath his composed cruelty lies something darker, something not entirely human, and Seraphina has just become its most dangerous temptation. Aevriel? He doesn’t want a wife. He wants silence. Obedience. Peace in the haunted dark. But Seraphina makes peace impossible. Their banter is vicious, barbed with heat. Their hatred dances on the edge of something hungrier. Lust coils beneath every glare, every insult, every reluctant brush of skin. He calls her fire. She calls him frost. But neither of them is prepared for what the other truly is. Forced to act as a Southern spy in the North, Seraphina must survive a court of quiet wolves and masked intentions, all while hiding her defiant fire. But as she clashes with Aevriel, their disdain turns volatile, charged with hatred, lust, and the hunger for control. She expected to be owned. She never expected to match him. As Seraphina navigates the cold politics of the North, and Aevriel’s dangerous kin sniff too closely at her Southern scent, something ancient stirs, a truth buried in blood. He was something else... not only wolf. Not human. Something... older. Now, with Seraphina under his roof, and in his bed, the past returns in ways he can’t control. Whispers of prophecy. Bloodlines twisted with something darker. And Seraphina may be the key to unlocking what he’s spent a lifetime running from. They were never supposed to want each other. They were never supposed to need. But in a castle built of frost and secrets, hate and hunger are often the same thing. And what begins as a transaction... might just end in ruin.
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The Bride Of The Devil

CONTENT WARNING: /This novel contains mature themes, explicit sexual content, strong language, and adult situations. Reader discretion is advised./ --- She ran from the devil who raised her… And married the one who wore a crown. After her parents’ tragic death, Lydia Andreyevna’s life became a nightmare. Stripped of her name, inheritance, and freedom by her uncle—Lord Alexander—she was treated like property and promised to a Count four times her age. Desperate to escape, she fled into the cold night… and straight into blood. A stranger. Wounded. Beautiful. Terrifying. She should’ve left him. But she didn’t. She touched him once—and fate branded her forever. Her uncle caught her the next morning. Her escape failed. But when she begged Queen Olga for protection, the Queen offered her a deadly bargain: Marry the masked Grand Duke of Zolotaria. The king’s hunting dog. The butcher of the East. The devil in a crown. The man feared by kings. The heir to the throne. The same man she once saved. Ivan Romanov. They say he bathes in blood. That he kills without blinking. That he conquered kingdoms with a smile behind a mask. That no one sees his face—and lives. Some call him the devil. Others call him Death’s favorite son. But behind the mask is the same man she found dying in the dark. The same voice that haunted her dreams. The same hands she once held. Now, he’s her husband. Her jailer. Her obsession. She doesn’t know if she’s his prisoner, or his weakness. Cold and untouchable, Ivan doesn’t share his bed. Doesn’t share his secrets. But she sees it—the hunger in his eyes. The pain in his silence. The way he looks at her like she’s the only thing keeping his demons at bay. She should fear him. She should hate him. But the moment she dares to take off his mask… it’s already too late. Because Ivan wants her—her fire, her body, her heart. And in his world, what he wants, he keeps. Even if it means burning down the kingdom. She thought she was running from hell. She ended up in his bed. And the most dangerous thing of all? She doesn’t want to leave. ___________________________________ Just a Heads-Up: The spicy stuff doesn't happen right away. It begins from chapter 28. This story takes its time setting the mood and building the connection first—trust the slow burn!
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Midnight bride

The moonlight spilled through the canopy of the dark forest, casting an eerie glow on the man lounging against an ancient tree. Morris was impossibly handsome—too handsome to be real. His sharp jawline, framed by tousled black hair, was shadowed by the flicker of firelight in his golden eyes. He swirled a goblet of wine lazily in his hand, his lips curved into a devilish smirk. Elowen froze, captivated. He looked like a prince from a forbidden story, but something in the air warned her he was no mortal. “Lost, little lamb?” His voice was velvet, dark and smooth, wrapping around her like a spell. “I was...just—” she stammered, but he stood in one fluid motion, closing the distance between them. “Just wandering into my domain,” he interrupted, his tone teasing yet dangerous. “How bold of you.” His gaze raked over her, and her heart pounded under the weight of his attention. “You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, stepping closer until she could feel the heat radiating from him. “Do you know who I am?” She shook her head, her throat dry. “I am Morris,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, seductive growl. “The devil. The one your kingdom fears, the one your priests curse. And now,” he leaned in, his golden eyes glowing like embers, “you’ve wandered straight into my hands.” The shadows around him seemed to ripple with his amusement as a smirk played on his lips. He extended a hand, his voice both a command and an invitation. “Come closer, Elowen. Let me show you what happens when innocence meets the devil.”
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The Second Bride

In the shadowed heart of the kingdom of Arvenhall, where noble blood hides monstrous secrets, Anna becomes the second wife to a man from the most powerful noble house in the land—the Evans family. Though they are not royalty, the Evanses are close enough to it, holding a grip over the court that rivals even the King’s. To the public, they serve the crown. But in private, they may be the ones ruling it. From the moment Anna arrives at the Evans’ manor, she knows something is deeply wrong. Perfection isn’t just expected—it’s enforced. Every word, every smile, every silence feels staged. Lord and Lady Evan, regal and cold, are revered and feared across the kingdom, their influence stretching far beyond their estate. No one crosses them. Not even the King. And the King... he is distant, untouchable, watching. A man whose tragic past should have broken him—but didn’t. Rumors whisper he’s just a figurehead now, but others say he’s simply waiting, biding his time. The truth? No one knows. Except perhaps the Evans. Or perhaps he knows more than he lets on. They are each other’s shadows—caught in a silent war of power and secrets, with Anna now in the middle. Then there’s her husband—the man who chose her. Too quickly. Too deliberately. His devotion is obsessive, his gaze lingering, his touch possessive. He claims to love her. But is it really love? Or is Anna something else to him—a vessel, a key, or a pawn in a darker scheme? As Anna begins to pull at the threads of her new life, she finds herself trapped in a gilded cage of manipulation, madness, and supernatural ties far older than the kingdom itself. In a house where nothing is as it seems, being the second wife might mean she was never meant to leave. Because in Arvenhall, some women are chosen not to be loved—but to be kept.
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The Billionaire’s Forgotten Bride

What if the person you loved most in the world, the one who knew your every scar, secret, and soft place woke up one day and looked at you like a stranger? Billionaire tech mogul Kairo Lancaster was known for his brilliance, ruthlessness in the boardroom, and a private life so tightly locked that not even tabloids could scratch its surface. But what the world didn’t know, what even his closest aides didn’t suspect, was that during a rare moment of escape overseas, Kairo did something wildly uncharacteristic: he fell in love. Deeply, entirely, and quietly married the woman who changed him. Her name was Noelle Reyes, a compassionate, quietly resilient woman with a mysterious past and a strength that matched Kairo’s own. Their whirlwind romance unfolded under Moroccan lanterns, whispered vows made without witnesses or legal signatures. It was unorthodox, untraceable and unbreakable. Until the crash. A tragic private jet accident shattered everything. Kairo survived barely. He awoke two months later in a hospital in London, battered, scarred, and with no memory of his wife, their secret marriage, or the life they’d begun to build together. All he had was a hollow sense of grief without a name and flashes of warmth that didn’t belong to anyone he could recall. For Noelle, it was worse than death. Erased from his memory, and without any legal proof of their union, she couldn’t claim to be his wife. Not to the hospital, not to his advisors, not to the media. So she did the only thing she could do, she stayed close in the only way left to her: under an alias, posing as a volunteer and later, a temporary housekeeper at his estate. Every day she cleans the rooms he doesn’t remember sharing with her. Every night she writes in a journal addressed to the man who once called her his compass. She watches him search for something he can’t name, feeling helpless, hopeful, and torn between revealing the truth or letting love find its way back on its own. Meanwhile, Kairo is haunted by fragments: a woman’s laughter, the scent of citrus, the ghost of promises made in candlelight. Everyone tells him it’s his mind’s attempt to fill the blanks. But his heart disagrees, his soul remembers what his memory can’t. As his recovery progresses, he becomes increasingly obsessed with uncovering the identity of the woman he dreams about. And every time he looks at the quiet housekeeper with the too-familiar eyes, he feels like he’s almost home. But when memory returns, will it come gently or like a flood that exposes all the lies she was forced to tell? And will love once built in fire and sealed by a vow whispered under foreign stars be strong enough to survive being forgotten?
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