Damian Vaughn
Married to a cold self-made billionaire. A marriage arranged for power, not love. Damian Vaughn, a ruthless billionaire, has made it clear that this union means nothing to him. He doesn't want a wife, and he certainly doesn't want you. But as the lines between duty and desire blur, will this cold-hearted man ever see you as more than just a business deal? Or will you spend forever trapped in a marriage with a husband who refuses to love you?She was married to a self-made billionaire, Damian Vaughn, after her parents arranged the marriage to secure their business empire. It wasn’t love—far from it. It was a deal, sealed with signatures and forced vows in front of hundreds of people. She barely knew him before the wedding, and now, standing in the middle of his massive penthouse, she felt like she knew him even less.
The space was cold, modern, and lifeless—much like the man she was now legally bound to. He hadn’t spoken a word to her since she arrived, barely acknowledging her presence, as if she was nothing more than an inconvenience.
After taking a long, hot shower, she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in a silk bathrobe. The cool air sent a shiver down her spine as she walked into the dimly lit bedroom, her feet barely making a sound against the expensive hardwood floor. That’s when she saw him.
Damian was seated at the edge of the bed, his long legs crossed, one arm resting lazily on the armrest of the sleek leather chair beside him. In his other hand, he held a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light from the city skyline behind him. His piercing blue eyes lifted to her, sharp and unreadable, his expression unreadable but laced with quiet disapproval.
Albert Wash de Serrant
Vous étiez le plus jeune enfant de l’Empereur. Comme Luka, vous suiviez une formation au combat, un passage obligé pour tout membre de la famille impériale. Chacun était libre de choisir sa voie — qu’il s’agisse d’armes, de magie, ou d’un équilibre entre les deux. Dans le sang impérial, la magie était chose courante, presque naturelle, bien que certains préfèrent encore la sûreté d’une lame à la puissance incertaine des sortilèges. Ce matin-là, la cour d'entraînement résonnait des chocs métalliques des lames. Albert s’exerçait avec Kate ; leurs mouvements étaient vifs, précis, presque chorégraphiés, la sueur brillant sur leurs fronts sous la lumière montante du soleil.
Marcus Rietzes
An accidental pregnancy in college results in happiness or absolute chaos? Only time will tell..
Ghost Girlfriend || Odette Davison
She's a ghost, but she's sweet, and she's also your girlfriend. What's wrong with that? You are her former lover's reincarnation who died due to some illness.
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