Tricy

Synopsis Amelia Williams at twenty-five, is a single mom who is struggling to make ends meet and give her daughter a life different from hers. Like being a single mom is not enough, she finds herself caught up in a love triangle involving two hot billionaires. One was her ex-husband and the other fell in love with her at first sight. Her life took a new turn when she discovered a secret about herself. The secret was a two-edged sword that could save her and hurt her at the same time. Who will she choose between the two billionaires and how will she handle the secret? Find out in this amazing novel.

Mitchell Campbell is a young lady of twenty two years, born into the wealthy Campbell family. The Campbells are currently the third richest family in America and they don't fail to flaunt their riches wherever they go. Chris Rodriguez is a pauper. He lost his parents at a young age and also lost his memory. Chris tried his best but it seems like his best was not enough as he just kept getting poorer with each passing day. He happened to come across Mitchell's father. One thing led to the other and he had to go into a contract marriage with Mitchell. The grandchildren of the Campbells had been put to a test by their grandparents and anyone who passes the test becomes the heir or heiress of the Campbells. At the long run, Chris discovered that he's not a poor guy like he think he is. Actually, he was born with a silver spoon but he lost his memory after his parents death. Many secrets to be revealed and lots of drama to be seen in the Campbell family as the story unfolds. ©️ Tricia

Ae Ri is just like every other human but she woke up one day to discover she has special abilities. She could read the minds of people by just staying close to them. Just when she thought that was all, she discovered another amazing secret. She was a mermaid but how is that possible? She was given birth to by human parents but unfortunately for her, both parent were dead so there was no one she could question about who she is. Ye Jun wakes up one morning to discover his only purpose for being in this world is to protect Ae Ri. A prophecy was made as soon as he was born and there was no way he could escape it. He has to protect the princess because that's his reason for coming to earth. Along with that prophecy, it was stated clearly that Ae Ri and Ye Jun should never fall in love. Ye Jun fell in love with Ae Ri ever before finding out about the prophecy but even after finding out, he still decided to follow his heart. Mi Cha is Ae Ri's rival and major enemy. She poses a threat to Ae Ri in many ways but most importantly, she's bent on stealing Ae Ri's birth right. Fate played a hard one on them when they became best friends but later discovered they were worst enemies. Mi Cha is therefore placed in a difficult position as she has to choose between friendship and the throne. Lots of enemies were created because of a powerful golden crystal that Ae Ri had inside of her which she didn't even know of. Find out what happens in this supernatural and intriguing story. ©️ Tricia

Damon Salvador, a twenty three years old hottie is the only child and heir to the Salvador's properties. His parents passed away when he was seventeen years old and he has taken over all the companies since then. The company is doing great and is among the top five companies in the whole of Korea. Mothers wish their male children will be just like Damon while young men envy him a lot and wish to be in his shoes. Girls are always seen flocking around him but he's got no time for shit like that. The only thing he cares about is working hard so his company can be among the top three. Every lady wants to carry his child so as to be the heir to all his properties but unfortunately for them, Damon isn't interested in all that. Kim Soo Yun is the youngest daughter of the Kim's family. At a young age of twenty two, she has achieved a lot and is currently a top model and K-Pop artist. She has an elder brother and sister. Her elder brother loves her so much and can do anything just for her but reverse is the case for her sister. Kim Sun Hee hates Soo Yun so much that she can't even stand the sight of her. She feels Soo Yun is better than her at everything. Soo Yun has got the right curves! She's a successful model and to top it all, she became a K-Pop idol at the age of seventeen. Being so successful is what made Sun Hee dislike Soo Yun and she vowed to bring her sister down no matter what it takes. Soo Yun was greatly hurt by Sun Hee and so headed to a club without thinking twice. There, she drank herself to stupor in order to erase the sadness she was feeling. Unfortunately for her, she got entangled with Damon who was also looking for someone to pour out his anger on. Poor Soo Yun was used by Damon to satisfy his sexual desires. As soon as he was done defiling her, he fled the club immediately. Kim Soo Yun's whole career came to an end two months after she discovered she was pregnant through the rape. She decided the best thing to do was leave Korea to somewhere else where she started afresh. Ever since Damon left the clubhouse, he always thought about the girl he deflowered and his consciousness won't let him be. He searched for her for close to two years but he couldn't find her and that was because she was wearing a facial mask which he didn't know about. Six years later, she returned to her hometown and decided to start afresh with her child. What happened when Damon ran into Kim Tae Hyun who looks exactly like him? He became confused and decided to carry out a DNA test. There's only one way to find out what Sun Hee did to hurt Soo Yun's feelings so much and also what Damon did after the result of the DNA test came out. That's by following this story till the end! Stay tuned! ©️ Tricia

The story of two completely different people where one is cold hearted and void of emotions while the other is hot tempered and really rude. Andrian Carter is a rich business tycoon that has everything at his beck and call. He's a billionaire at the young age of 20 so wealth and riches mean nothing to him. There's nothing he hates as much as he hates commoners and females in this world. He believes commoners are ill fated people who don't deserve to exist in the world of the rich and he believes females are too weak to exist in this world. He doesn't give a fuck about anyone else except his little sister and he's bossy towards everyone whether young or old. Skylar Brandon is that cold hearted human that behaves like she doesn't have feelings but deep down she's really soft-hearted. She lost her parents at a tender age and is left with the responsibility of taking care of her younger sister on her own. She's really skillful in taekwando and judo because she practices a lot and watch a lot of movies that has to do with that. Things became hard for Skylar when she was sacked from her place of work because she refused to have s*x with a customer. Being a dignified lady, she's still a virgin at the age of 20 and she believes keeping herself for the right man is the right thing to do. She's left with no other choice than to go job hunting with her high school results in order to take care of her younger sister. She happened to come across a vacancy at Andrian's company but her qualifications were not good enough. Andrian picks interest in her and decided to make her his personal chef and P. A. What happens when Andrian is to get married within three months when he doesn't even has a girlfriend? He can't stand the sight of ladies because they irritate him a lot except two. Skylar who managed to catch his attention and Zoey his childhood friend. He's left with two choices. He decides to go into a contract marriage with Skylar since she's the only girl that won't be after his money and he also doesn't want to involve Zoey but will he be able to put up with her behaviour? Can he also control his temper and rude behaviour? Find out in this intriguing story. ©️ Tricia Grab your popcorns 🍿🍿

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

On our third anniversary, I stood outside a luxury restaurant, holding a limited-edition watch for my husband, Liam. Through the window, I saw him intimately wiping cream from the lips of his first love, Clara. Just as I realized the diamond bracelet on her wrist was the one he lied about, a violent cramp ripped through my eight-month pregnant belly, and blood soaked my dress. "Liam... I'm bleeding," I gasped into the phone in agony. "I'm not falling for these games," he coldly replied, hanging up as Clara laughed in the background. I almost died on the operating table during an emergency C-section, spending my first night as a mother completely alone. While my premature daughter fought for her life in the NICU, Liam was busy sleeping with Clara, eventually bringing her to my home to wear my bathrobe and drink from my glass. When my best friend confronted him, he confidently claimed I was just throwing a tantrum on a Caribbean vacation. He couldn't even recognize me when we crossed paths right in the hospital hallway. The man I loved was dead to me. He later called, demanding I come home to play the perfect pregnant wife for an important family dinner. I didn't cry, and I didn't ask for a simple divorce. Instead, I strapped on a hyper-realistic silicone pregnant belly and smiled. If they wanted the devoted, pregnant Sterling wife, I would give them the performance of a lifetime before burning their world to the ground.

Five years ago, Sienna made the most devastating mistake of her life: falling in love with Nikolai. What for the naive young assistant was an unforgettable week of passion was nothing more than a fleeting distraction for the cold-hearted Russian tycoon before he returned to Moscow. When Sienna discovered she was pregnant, she tried to reach out to him, only to be met with cold indifference. Alone and heartbroken, Sienna vanished to protect her daughter. Now, Nikolai was colder and more lethal than ever. But his frosty exterior began to crack when he crossed paths with a four-year-old girl in a restaurant, a girl with the same defiant gaze and unmistakable ice-blue eyes as his own. Convinced that Sienna hid his heir on purpose, Nikolai unleashed his fury. He issued her an unforgiving ultimatum: either she moved into his mansion under his rules, or he'd take the child away from her forever. He believed he'd trapped a compliant captive, but he was about to discover that the tender-hearted assistant he abandoned had become a fierce mother willing to do whatever it took for her child.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Antonela was left at the altar by Benjamin, a mysterious billionaire she had never met. Devastated by the most humiliating heartbreak of her life, she went to a bar, where she met a strikingly handsome stranger and, in a moment of impulsive passion, gave herself to him completely. Days later, she discovered that she was pregnant. Worse still, when she finally met Benjamin in person, she realized that the man who had left her at the altar was the very same man she had encountered at the bar. Pregnant and alone, rejected even by her own family, Antonela had no choice but to leave town to have her child in peace. Three years later, her world was turned upside down again when her mother passed away suddenly, forcing her to return to her hometown. There, she crossed paths with Benjamin once more. Now, he was engaged to her sister, and Antonela found herself struggling to keep her secret, determined to keep the truth hidden-that Benjamin was the father of her child.