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"Carizza, are you okay? ” Kisha asked me. "Wherever? ” I asked back. "There's a lot of trouble outside, there's a couple who want to buy a girl and the boss doesn't agree," answered Kisha, which surprised me. VWFS which means virgin wife for sale. the business is legal and it's operating all over the world, it's not a forced sale the both sides are agreed to the terms and conditions. I nodded and we entered the group together. how much you will pay are specific time values, he is not a lifetime wife if that does not depend on the flow of money you give to the company. The safety is strict too. "I heard that woman tripled her price just to buy one of us" "Why doesn't the boss want to agree, it's obvious to burden that customer" muttered the other women. Take care of our body, from head to chin. There are also trainings on what to do as a wife. the only rule not to be violated is that sex between the buyers and the product is prohibited. You're safety first. "I'm really sorry, but the purchase from Carizza is really limited. And she got the highest value among the girls. we don't just sell him without the screening" I was shocked to hear my name. "Te, it looks like you are the woman's bet" Kisha teased me. I seriously watch them in front. I am Carizza Laurise Somorostro, also known as the highest paid wife. The limited edition woman. I'm the only one who has very few buyers, but when I do, it's a lot of money. I am skilled with everything and my ratings are high. My time value is 6 months from my original price which is 5.6 million and he already has benefits depends on the customers demand and request. They looked at me when they noticed my presence. Lawrence and I met eyes, I know why he didn't want me to sell right now. All the girls look at me with a question face. A sophisticated woman who had just been debating with our boss about buying me made a habit of looking at me. i am shocked, all buyers here it's either men or couples. She walked towards me, held my arms and pressed them gently as if I was something she really wanted. I smiled at his smile. I lived anonymously, I was able to live alone. "My dear, can I buy you? promise you won't regret your decision, I can pay, name the amount. I also promise your safety. I'll hire bodyguards and buy all you want just let me buy you" he pleaded. Lawrence approached us and pulled me behind him. Lawrence Reyno, VWFS owner. "Ma'am we can't really consider what you want. Carizza's service is limited time only. ” he reminded the woman who was now depressed and looked really desperate for what she wanted. She walks closer and presents her card. "Maybe this will help the situation? ” she calmly asked, Sir Lawrence accepted the card and his jaw almost dropped in shock. “L-Lanzaderas?” he called and my colleagues gasped at the same time. Fear, panic, and restlessness. What's happening? "I'm Georgianna Lanzaderas, the wife of Yhulo Lanzaderas. I'll ask you again, Mr. Lawrence. Can I get this beautiful maiden right here? ” he asked seriously and gave me a look. Sir Lawrence swallowed and nodded without hesitation. "Y-yes miss, Kisha please prepare the contract" Sir Lawrence ordered in a panic that Kisha was also panicking. all of them you can't paint the faces. The woman approached me. I don't know what kind of people they are and why my colleagues can act like this. I'm just curious, why would a husband want to buy a woman to be someone's wife? "My dear Carizza, do you accept my offer to buy you? ” asked Mrs. Lanzaderas. I felt Kisha approaching me and motioned for me to say yes. And so did others. I looked behind them and looked at Sir Lawrence who also nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Lanzaderas. I'll do my service for six months" I announced with a smile that they immediately shook their heads. "No darling, its a lifetime service. You'll be the wife of my husband, Yhulo Lanzaderas" my eyes widened and my mouth fell open. WHAT??? did she just say that i'll take her place and be the WIFE OF HER OWN HUSBAND? What is she thinking? Does his wife know this?

The cold breeze hit my face, I kept looking into the distance while puffing on the cigarette I was holding. I was sitting in the rooftop, I inhaled heavily before closing my eyes. "I should bring alcohol, what a waste of time if I go down here right now." I whisper to myself. the sun is going down, its like telling me that the day is ending here. But no, this is not the end of the day. I sighed again and again, inhaling the smoke. "That's bad in your health, you know." I tsk before looking at my back. "And that's not your business, leave me alone Fairon." "C'mon, mom has been looking for you for a while now." I heard him sigh. "I know, just.. just leave me alone, I need to finish this before I go down," I continued to puff my cigarettes and look away. "You still brat, okay fine. Just please wash your mouth before going down." I didn't answer him. I heard his footsteps walking away. Few minutes past and I'm done what I'm doing. I left where I was and started walking away. It's not that far, there is also an elevator connected to the rooftop so I quickly reached the bottom of the hotel. I caught up with my family sitting together in the living area of ​​the hotel. If I were someone else, I might mistake them for members of the dead people. It's not just a joke their social look, they look perfect, you'd almost think they couldn't break a plate, they're even better than royalty if they act, very modest. I walked into them, as what I though they were looking at me weirdly like if I'm a ghost. "Look at you REIN." the emphasis on my name is really well known here. I look at myself from toe to head, I'm not kidding I literally look at myself just what this old woman told me. "Is there anything wrong?" "C'mon you smoke again rein? jusko iha smell that smell," I simply smelled my breath and it smelled okay fine. I heard a sigh and I looked at my brother looking at me. Shaking his head, he turned and left. I shrug my shoulder and sit beside my cousin. he looked at me weirdly, and i ignored his stare. "You smell cigarettes," he whispered to me. I frown and look at him, "of course I do, tsk." "What a shame, pfft." I simply stepped on his foot, I felt him look at me so I ignored it. "Rein, can you stop doing that?" I looked at my dad when he said that. "What?" "Oh my gosh, sister! Aren't you ashamed my gosh look at yourself!" It's a real animal. "And what for??" I said to her, she smiled sweetly at that. "Bruh, you always wearing that dress, then you still smoke like yuckk!" Oa it said. Other people looked at it so I just sighed. This witch's head is so good, her brain will come out when I bump it!! "Why do you care about that? Hmm?" I calmly said to her. I saw her make a face after she heard what I said. "B-because I'm your sister hahaha, I do take care of you sisss!" Oh, this is crazy, we're not close when you're a shet! Ahem! I laugh sarcastically, the way people look at me makes me happy. Why? Nothing. "For your information, I'm not your sister, Ena. I'm not part of your family, I hope you understand that." I said before standing up. I look lastly and my whole family, they're looking at me with mixed emotions in their eyes. I don't blame them. What a shame.. "W-what?" "Flag." "Hey!"

My name is Sophora, I don't like talking. all I wanted is to have a peaceful life, I don't like to socialize with people. I didn't wish for this. I did what they said. I did ignore him in any possible way I could, but I guess the universe must have disagreed. "Sophora, come over here" it promises but I remained standing in my place and was afraid to move "now!" He was so angry that I immediately stepped in front of him I remained silent "sophora" it calmly promised he immediately stood up from his chair and stepped closer to me but I immediately stepped back and bowed. "sophora, why are you avoiding me hmmmm?" it's a soft promise He immediately hugged me while smelling my hair "talk, sophora" he whispered into my ear he immediately buried his head in my neck while hugging me tightly. I was shaking with fear and afraid to speak. Kenzo Klein. You're my worst nightmare.

"Is this what you've been looking for‚ woman?" suddenly a playful‚ soulless voice astounded me. Without a second thought I faced that year and looked at it angrily. And there I saw a man holding my clutch and a key. I stood up suddenly and was about to attack it when it suddenly disappeared like a bubble in front of me. "W-what wonder is this?" I asked myself weakly. My hair stood on end at what happened. B-why did he disappear? Magic? Magic isn't real! Unexpectedly‚ I felt a cold sensation behind my back. “Looking for me? Hmmm..” Again that playful voice whispered to my ears. I want to face this person and slap but my feet don't want to move. I'm to frozen to my stead. I can't move an inch or even breathe normally because of this chilling vibes he is emitting. "Why? Scared of? Move‚ woman. Move." He commanded from behind as his voice sounded so dark. "Wh-what are you?" Finally‚ I found my voice. The man encircled me‚ examining every depth parts of me as he kept on playing the keys on his slender fingers. He stopped in front of so as key he's playing with‚ and stood in a dignifying way. He showed a grin as his hand touched my damp cheek. "Do you wanna play a dare with the devil?"

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.

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.

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.

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 seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight's secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose's emergency room pregnant. and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away-with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth- He didn't lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

They say what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, mine didn't. I came back with a marriage certificate bearing a stranger's name, a ring worth more than my parents' love ever was, and a son whose father I've never seen, never known, never remembered. I went to Vegas for a racing competition. I won. I celebrated. And somewhere between the victory and the sunrise, my life changed forever. For six years, I've lived with the consequences of one reckless night. I built an empire. I raised my son. And I searched for the man who changed my life without even knowing it. Then fate laughed in my face. My sister married my ex-fiancé-the man I was promised to since childhood. The man I was supposed to become Mrs. Windsor for. The man who now wears my family name... and looks far too much like my child. Every time I'm near him, the past presses closer. Every glance feels like a question I'm terrified to ask. I shouldn't notice him. I shouldn't feel anything. He is my sister's husband. But some secrets refuse to stay buried. Because the truth about Vegas isn't just in the ring on my finger or the child in my arms. It's standing right in front of me. And when it finally comes out, it won't just destroy a marriage, it will burn an empire to the ground.

She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."

My four-year-old daughter was dying of leukemia, waiting desperately for a bone marrow transplant. I begged my billionaire husband to just call the registry or visit her, but he claimed he was too busy with board meetings to care. Until the hospital informed me that my daughter's life-saving bone marrow had been suddenly reallocated to another patient. When I walked down the VIP hallway, I found my husband. He wasn't at a board meeting. He was gently peeling an apple, playing the loving father to his widowed mistress's daughter. When my pale, sick daughter called out for him, he instinctively stepped back in disgust. I later discovered the mistress had bribed the hospital to swap the registry numbers, stealing my daughter's marrow for her own child. When I demanded a divorce, my husband laughed in my face. "You haven't worked a day in four years. You're a purchased asset. You don't get to walk away." He threatened to freeze my accounts, assuming I would be starving on the streets and begging to come back. His family and the mistress publicly mocked my background, waiting for me to be utterly humiliated. They thought I was just a useless, penniless housewife who relied entirely on his last name to survive. They didn't know I never needed a single cent of his money. I packed my bags, took my daughter, and made a single phone call. Three days later, at his family's elite banquet, my husband waited to see me beg. Instead, the most powerful corporate magnate in North America walked right past him, bowed to me at a perfect ninety-degree angle, and spoke. "Welcome back to the throne, Madam."

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."

I was ambushed in a Brooklyn alley, bleeding and running for my life. I called my husband, Attilio Shepard—the one man who had promised to protect me. He never picked up. I later found out that while I was being hunted, his private jet was landing in New York. He was flying home from Paris with Candace, the woman he’d always truly loved. The police arrested the man who attacked me, but my husband’s lawyers had him out by morning. It turned out my attacker was Candace’s brother, and Attilio was protecting her from the scandal. I even overheard him on the phone. "Find out who the victim is," he told his assistant. "Offer them whatever it takes. Cash. An NDA. Just make it go away." He never bothered to ask who the victim was. He was ordering my silence, my forgiveness, my complete erasure—paid for with the power I gave him when I took his name. I was just a problem to be solved with money. So when his lawyers brought me a check for five million dollars, I took it. This wasn't surrender. It was funding. That night, I walked into my attacker's penthouse party, ready to burn their world to the ground.