Roseblaze

Katherine went to a party and ended up sleeping with a man whose face she couldn't remember, she was caught by her fiancé who dumped her to be with her stepsister, that same day, Katherine lost her father and was pushed out of the family house, she got into a car accident. Five years later she returned with a child and as a secret queen of fashion designer, she returned to get back on everyone who had hurt her and also get back her father's company. However, she has to challenge a rival of her father to win the company for herself. It appears to be a simple task until she is faced with the irresistible hot city billionaire who has a secret of his own, worst part of it all, she discovered he was the father of her child and now wants custody over her son. Will she be able to handle the whole truth? Will she give her son away or let him get taken forcefully by a stranger out of nowhere? Let's find out how the story turns out.

Malinda Kristen is an orphan who lost her parents when she was young in a car accident, she was sent to an orphanage home where she grew up, she later left the orphanage home in search of a job and got a job as a maid in a wealthy man mansion, since she had no other qualifications to get a better job. There she met the son of the wealthy man, Russeli Ryan who is a musician but, has no emotions whatsoever, they seem to share the same trauma and Russeli Ryan, to stop the criticism of the public in his music and to avoid his father's consistent persuasiveness to go to many blind dates, he decided to meet someone who his father set up for him, but unaware to him, he had developed feelings for Malinda Kristen, he had to secretly date her. What will happen when her boss finds out? Read to find out!

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Asher's voice resounded in Olivia's ear as she looked up at his face. Her lips parted and she gently nodded her head. “Yes, I do.” She said softly. “Now we will have to find him a new girlfriend.” His voice was deep and it made her blink. “Because I want you.” Betrayed by the love of his life, Asher Lincoln, an arrogant and possessive self-made Billionaire was pushed to anger to make a rash decision to get married to the first lady he set his eyes on and it happened to be Olivia Parker, who fantasies getting married to her best friend who she has hidden crush on, but Asher used the debt her father owed to his advantage to make her his, he made her his wife, only that there was no love between them both, it all became a hassle when Olivia Parker found out his reason for the marriage. In this gripping tale of love, betrayal, and bound destinies, Olivia must navigate the treacherous waters of a loveless marriage and a husband who would stop at nothing to keep her by his side. Can she find a way to unlock the secrets of Asher's heart, or is she forever doomed to a life without love? Discover the captivating journey of Torn Hearts, Bound Fates, where passion and ambition collide, and the lines between love and desire blur in a game of power and control. Will Olivia find the strength to stand up for her own happiness, or will she succumb to a fate she never asked for? Read to find out how it all turns out in this enthralling tale of love and redemption.

Robin leaned close to my ears and whispered the words that only made me stiff and froze my heart. He leans back but while doing so, his lips brushed against mine and a smile escaped his lips, he left my chin and walked away whistling to himself. I just couldn’t move, the touch of his lips that were on mine yet again clouded my mind and the words he whispered in my ears just kept on resounding as silence filled the air where I stood, only the words he had just said arrogantly, yet sweetly, played on in my head. You belong to me and no one else!

Gwendolyn's life turned upside down when her father who was the only one that shows her love in the family died and her mother told her she wasn't their real daughter. Her life became a living hell, with nowhere to go, all the things she had believed in all turned to a lie. Will she recover her lost memories? Will she discover who her true parents were? Was the woman who she called mother lying to her? Will she ever find love after the trauma? Read in the arms of love to find out how the secrets unveil.

"Move!" "Ouch!"She glared at me. "Must you act this way towards me even if you and Katherine are in a relationship, can't you at least act friendly with me?" "Relationship?"I scoffed. "Don't delude yourself!" "I saw you both." I smirked and grabbed her hands. "Who was kissing Hinn today?"Her eyes dilated, I was sure she was not expecting me to see that. "You belong to me and no one else!" Robin Heisten a handsome man that grabs a lot of attention wherever he goes but was known as a cold person with no feelings, his past has been a mess but just crossing path with a girl he met once had been the only warm memory he has left in his heart. But what happens when he finally saw her but discovered she has feelings for someone else? Would he let the only lady that warms his heart go?

Life is much more complicated when you are awake in the midst of hard hands. This is the narration of an adventure between better and worse times of life. He should be called julijosh, meaning couple love, for amid foes he arrived, maybe as a saviour of his father's past, although his dad would wish to name him after his name. "Considering the time, please you must move him to safety before the devourer's approach lake Winnipegosis."

Jeffery Walsh was back after leaving for so many years, he came back just in search of his darling dearest Cindy White, but what happened when he couldn't recognize her and past secrets keep them apart. How will they mend their broken hearts? Read to find out!

Triffany never expected her life will change after an unpleasant encounter with a stranger she never knew, this wasn't the life she dreamt of, force into a marriage she did not sign up for but will things really go well for her after getting married to a wealthy man who has no love for her.

For five years, I abandoned my status as the heiress of the powerful Montgomery family to play the role of a poor, submissive housewife for Barrett. Then, a bank notification popped up on my phone. Barrett had forged my digital signature and transferred our entire $50 million joint trust fund to a woman named Crista Reid. When I called his boardroom to confront him, he humiliated me in front of a dozen Wall Street executives. "Stop acting like a hysterical housewife. You're living in a penthouse I pay for, so don't embarrass yourself." I broke into his encrypted laptop and uncovered the sickening truth. Crista was his mistress, and they had a five-year-old son together. Barrett hadn't just stolen my money; he had spent years painting me as a helpless charity case he rescued, completely erasing the fact that my financial models built his entire company. He thought I was just a discarded peasant he could manipulate, cheat on, and replace. He truly believed he held absolute power over my life. He had no idea that I still possessed the highest security clearance of the Montgomery empire. I pulled an old BlackBerry from a hidden wall compartment, plugged it in, and dialed my family's lawyer. "Draft the prenup for Commodore Clayton IV," I ordered, choosing to marry Wall Street's most ruthless predator. "I'm done playing the peasant."

For ten years, I was the perfect, obedient wife to my wealthy husband, managing his severe OCD and hosting flawless high-society parties. But on our tenth anniversary, when I brought him his special hangover soup, I caught him sleeping with my younger sister in our master bedroom. Instead of panicking, he coldly handed me divorce papers with zero assets. He told me I was just a "placeholder" until my sister finished her degree and was ready to take my spot. Desperate, I called my mother for help, only to find out she had known about their affair for years. "You don't have Jana's drive or her looks. You clean house and you cook. That's not a wife, that's a domestic." My own mother sneered at me, telling me to walk away quietly because our family needed his financial support. They kicked me out of the penthouse with nothing but a suitcase, laughing that a woman who hadn't worked in a decade would end up begging on the streets. I bled for this family for ten years, only to be thrown away like garbage when my sister wanted my life. But they didn't know that while I was playing the boring housewife, I had secretly earned a Cordon Bleu diploma, a Cornell nutrition certification, and a Columbia master's degree. Using a hidden photo to blackmail a property out of him, I packed my elite credentials and landed a $300,000-a-year job managing a billionaire's estate. When my ex-husband drunkenly called days later demanding I come back to serve him, I calmly hit block.

I was Landon Mercer's secret girlfriend and loyal assistant for four years. I thought my absolute devotion would eventually win his heart. But he casually announced his engagement to a wealthy heiress, reminding me I was just a convenient nobody from an orphanage. When I got trapped in a horrific car crash and begged him to call an ambulance, he just hung up on me, annoyed that my bleeding was ruining his romantic getaway. He even blackmailed me with my orphanage's land lease, forcing me to attend his engagement party as a prop. At the party, his elite family and friends brutally humiliated me. They deliberately crushed my broken arm, poured red wine over my head, and kicked me into a freezing pond. When Landon finally pulled me out, he didn't care that I was suffocating and turning blue. "Are you out of your mind? You come out here and cause a scene during my engagement party?" He threw a stack of cash at my shivering body, furious that I had embarrassed him in front of his wealthy guests. Looking at the hundred-dollar bills floating in the muddy water, my four years of foolish love completely died. To him, I wasn't even human; I was just a cheap toy he could abuse and pass around. I didn't cry, and I didn't beg. I dragged my soaked, battered body into a car and headed straight to the penthouse of his biggest billionaire rival. It was time to burn Landon Mercer's world to the ground.

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."

For two years, Clementine played the perfectly obedient wife to billionaire Donovan Bray, wearing his heavy diamonds and enduring his cold indifference. Until she accidentally saw his tablet and discovered she was just a "collateral asset"—a cheap lookalike prop hired to make his ex-girlfriend, Gisela, jealous. When Gisela returned to New York, Donovan's mask completely slipped. During a vicious argument where he mocked Clementine as a pathetic shadow, he grabbed her, causing her to fall down a flight of marble stairs. Waking up in the hospital, Clementine learned she had miscarried a six-week-old baby she didn't even know she had. But what truly shattered her was hearing Donovan's voice through the cracked hospital door. "It changes nothing." He coldly lied to his friend that the fall had caused permanent infertility. "It was probably for the best." He had killed her unborn child and casually dismissed her worth, truly believing she was a penniless nobody who would suffer his abuse in silence. He thought he held all the power, leaving her broken and discarded for his true love. What Donovan didn't know was that his fragile, dependent wife was secretly "C.", the billionaire genius behind Aurelian, the world's most exclusive luxury jewelry empire. Lying in the sterile room, Clementine dried her tears, filed for a ruthless divorce, and permanently froze his supplementary black card. It was time to show him who really held the strings.

After five years in a maximum-security women's prison, Abbey Dudley was finally released. Her billionaire brother came to pick her up in a luxury SUV, but it wasn't to welcome her home. Five years ago, her adopted sister Emmie pushed a girl down a flight of concrete stairs. To protect their precious golden child, Abbey's biological parents forced her to take the bloody trophy and the blame, locking her in a cage at seventeen. While they took Emmie to Paris Fashion Week, Abbey was gagged with bleach-soaked towels and her leg was shattered by an iron pipe. They froze her eighteen-million-dollar trust fund and secretly transferred every cent to Emmie. On the day of her release, they dragged her to a grand ballroom filled with New York's elite. They forced her to wear her yellowed, frayed high school uniform, intending to publicly humiliate her as a degenerate gambling addict and an academic failure to highlight Emmie's perfection. Abbey stood there with a ruined leg and a hollowed-out soul. How could her own flesh and blood strip a Stanford-bound genius of her perfect grades, hand them to an adopted stranger, and throw their biological daughter to the wolves without a second thought? "Since you surgically removed the facts that make you monsters, I invite everyone here to verify the truth." Under the horrified gasps of the crowd, Abbey exposed their forged evidence and shattered their perfect facade. Leaving her terrified parents and screaming brother in the ruins of their reputation, she walked out into the cold night, gripping a single silver embroidery needle. She was going to carve out every drop of blood they took from her, with interest.

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.

I was cheated on by my scumbag boyfriend. On the night I got blackout drunk, I married a stranger, and when I woke up, I only found a marriage certificate and a black card. He took care of my scumbag ex for me, gave me a canary diamond ring, but refused to show his face-he only called me baby on video calls. I ran to my best friend's house to hide, only to find that the billionaire next door, who made my heart skip a beat, had the exact same scent as him. My best friend cried and begged me: "He's Augustus, a tyrant who eats people alive!" But only I knew that the man who pressed me against the terrace railing, leaned down to kiss me, and whispered "I'll protect you" softly. Fifty thousand dollars to sneak photos of his private office? I'll go. Not for the money, but to ask him to his face- Gus, how many secrets are you hiding? And how long have you been craving me?

The day Raina gave birth should have been the happiest of her life. Instead, it became her worst nightmare. Moments after delivering their twins, Alexander shattered her heart-divorcing her and forcing her to sign away custody of their son, Liam. With nothing but betrayal and heartbreak to her name, Raina disappeared, raising their daughter, Ava, on her own.Years later, fate comes knocking when Liam falls gravely ill. Desperate to save his son, Alexander is forced to seek out the one person he once cast aside. Alexander finds himself face to face with the woman he underestimated, pleading for a second chance-not just for himself, but for their son. But Raina is no longer the same broken woman who once loved him.No longer the woman he left behind. She has carved out a new life-one built on strength, wealth, and a long-buried legacy she expected to uncover.Raina has spent years learning to live without him.The question is... Will she risk reopening old wounds to save the son she never got to love? or has Alexander lost her forever?

Trapped in a deadly fire at my own engagement party, my lungs burned as I reached a shaking hand out to my fiancé for help. He stopped and looked right at me through the thick smoke. But instead of saving me, he wrapped his jacket tightly around my stepsister and ran, leaving me to burn. I barely survived. But when I woke up in the hospital, my father and stepmother didn't even ask about my injuries. They threw a stack of legal documents right onto my bed. "Sign the papers, Avah. Step aside. Jaclyn is far better suited to be Kain's wife." My fiancé then stormed into the room, publicly humiliating me with false rumors of an illegitimate child and threatening to bankrupt my company. Four years of swallowing my pride to be the perfect, obedient pawn for our family business, all for nothing. They threw me to the wolves without a single second of hesitation, expecting me to just lower my head and cry like I always did. But the fire had burned that pathetic version of me away. I ripped out my IV, letting the blood drip onto the sheets, and tore their contracts straight down the middle. "The engagement is over." I threw my million-dollar ring right at my ex's chest, then picked up the phone to call my trust lawyer. They wanted to take everything from me, so I was going to make them bleed.