There stood the most gorgeous man in Erica Ferguson's eyes, her groom, Arnold Binder. Tall, handsome, with a smile that could melt even the coldest heart, he had been the man of her dreams, or so she thought. The wedding had been nothing short of a fairy tale, and the love he had shown her before their vows had made her believe she was the luckiest woman alive. But then, the truth hit her like a tidal wave, shattering her illusions into pieces. Her world crumbled when she discovered that her husband had never loved her like he had claimed. All the sweet words, the tender gestures, were nothing more than a facade. Arnold had married her to please his grandmother, a cold business arrangement that meant nothing to him beyond obligation. The realization tore through Erica's heart like a knife, leaving her breathless, drowning in a sea of disbelief. Since that painful revelation, Erica's life had been nothing but a living hell. She had expected love, care, and partnership, but instead, she faced indifference and loneliness. Her husband, once the center of her world, now felt like a stranger. He never bothered to see her pain, nor did he try to comfort her. She was left to face it all alone. Erica, despite her strength, could feel herself slowly starting to break apart. The weight of betrayal was unbearable, and though she tried to hold onto the pieces of herself, they were slipping through her fingers like sand. She had always been strong, but even the strongest woman had her breaking point.
Erica Ferguston walked down the aisle in the church toward her groom, her hand firmly held in her father's. The soft rustling of the lace on her wedding gown was the only sound that filled her ears as she took each step, her heart fluttering in anticipation. It was hard to believe that this was happening, just three months after they first met. His grandmother had introduced them, and from that moment, it felt like fate had done its work. It was as though Erica had found her missing piece, the other half of her soul, when she laid eyes on Arnold Binder.
He was tall, handsome, wealthy, and the very definition of a gentleman. His proposal had come exactly one month ago, and now they were standing at the altar, ready to exchange their wedding vows.
As she neared the altar, Erica caught a glimpse of Arnold. Her breath hitched in her throat. He looked stunning in his black suit, his dark hair perfectly styled, and his sharp features illuminated by the soft glow of the church lights. Her heart beat faster, the rhythm of it almost loud enough to drown out the rest of the world. It felt like every step she took brought her closer to a dream she'd never want to wake from.
But then, something unexpected happened. For just a brief moment, Erica saw a flash of something in his eyes-a deep, burning anger that seemed to cut through the moment. It was so stark against the smile he wore that Erica nearly stumbled. Was he angry? Why? It was their wedding day, the happiest day of their lives. What could possibly be wrong?
She glanced around, trying to find some clue. On Arnold's side, his parents sat beaming with pride, his grandmother dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. His siblings, four brothers and a sister, were all smiling, sharing the joy of the day. But despite the festive air, Erica's heart thudded uneasily. She turned her gaze back to Arnold, trying to reassure herself. The anger in his eyes had vanished, replaced by a warm, almost charming smile. She told herself it must have been her imagination, that she had misread the moment, and continued walking down the aisle.
The ceremony passed in a blur. Vows were exchanged, rings slipped onto fingers, and before she knew it, she was Mrs. Erica Binder. She was on top of the world. Her family and friends cheered as they made their way out of the church, and their car drove away, the soft click of the seatbelt snapping into place the only sound in the silence of the moment.
"Be happy!" Her friends shouted from the sidewalk, their voices filled with excitement. Erica smiled, blowing a kiss to them through the window. They had all wished her the best of luck, but deep down, she couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest since she first saw that flash of anger in Arnold's eyes.
The drive to the hotel was short, and as they arrived, Arnold stepped out of the car and opened the door for her. He took her arm, guiding her toward the hotel with a level of care that made her feel like the luckiest woman alive. His arm was warm and strong around her, and she rested her chin on his shoulder, inhaling his masculine, fresh scent. It was comforting, like everything was exactly as it should be.
The hotel was grand, owned by Arnold's family, and the employees greeted them with nods and smiles as they entered. Arnold walked with quiet confidence, acknowledging everyone, but saying nothing. The silence between them was thick, like a delicate bubble that might burst at any moment. Erica didn't want to speak, not wanting to break the magic of the night. She was finally married to the man she had always dreamed of, so why did it feel like something was off?
They made their way to the elevator, and as the doors closed, Arnold's grip on her arm tightened, but not in the way she expected. It was almost as if he was holding on to something that didn't belong to him, as if his mind was elsewhere. Erica looked up at him, but he didn't return her gaze. Instead, his jaw was clenched tightly, his eyes focused on the elevator doors as if willing them to open faster.
When they reached the top floor and the doors opened to the President Suite, Erica gasped at the sight. Candles flickered softly, their light reflecting off the sea of roses scattered across the floor. The romantic setting should have taken her breath away, but the moment was overshadowed by a strange unease.
Arnold led her into the bedroom, his grip still tight on her arm, and then-without warning-he pushed her down onto the bed. The softness of the sheets beneath her body contrasted sharply with the coldness in his eyes. He didn't speak for a moment, just stared at her as though she were a stranger, someone he didn't recognize.
Her heart hammered in her chest. This wasn't how she'd imagined her wedding night. She tried to sit up, but Arnold was already speaking, his voice low and filled with a venom she had never heard before.
"I never loved you."
Erica froze, her breath catching in her throat. The words were a blow to her chest, and for a moment, she couldn't breathe. Never loved her? But they were married! They were supposed to love each other, weren't they?
Arnold continued, his eyes burning with hatred. "The only reason I married you was because Grandma forced me. She threatened to disinherit me if I didn't. I don't know how you poisoned her into thinking you were this innocent, honest girl, but in my eyes, you're just a gold-digger."
His words cut through her, each one worse than the last. Erica couldn't move, couldn't speak. She was trapped in this nightmare, forced to listen to his cruel words.
"I almost threw up every time I had to pretend to be nice to you. You didn't deserve any of it, but she demanded that I make you think I loved you. It made me sick, but I won't let someone like you ruin everything I've worked for my entire life. So don't act surprised. I know exactly what you want. You just want the money."
Erica's stomach churned with disbelief, but Arnold wasn't finished. "We'll play the happy newlywed role in front of everyone, but don't think for a second I'll ever accept you as my wife. Never. Ever. Do you hear me?!"
The anger in his voice was so intense that it felt like the room itself was shaking. Erica didn't even try to respond. She couldn't. She was too stunned.
With a final glare, Arnold stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him with such force that the sound reverberated through her chest. The silence that followed was deafening.
Erica lay there on the bed, her heart shattered into pieces, the weight of his words sinking in. She had married a man who didn't love her, and worse, he had never intended to.
How had she been so blind?
Zachary Danvers had everything he could ever want. He was successful, famous, wealthy, and surrounded by women, but there was something he lacked-a family. He'd watched other people with the ones they loved, the sense of belonging that he craved. He longed for the warmth of that connection, the bond that went deeper than anything his status or wealth could provide. Karina Hart, or Kari as her friends called her, was known as the best diagnostician in her field. She was sharp, intelligent, and respected, but behind her professional facade, she carried a heavy burden-a past she'd worked tirelessly to bury. No one truly knew the depths of her history, and she intended to keep it that way. The two found themselves at a lively party, laughter echoing around them as people danced and mingled. The air was thick with joy, and Zach couldn't help but be drawn to Kari's quiet beauty and grace. They spent the evening talking, laughing, and getting to know each other. The chemistry between them was undeniable, an unspoken connection that seemed to pull them together. But just as the night seemed perfect, Kari's phone buzzed, the screen lighting up with a single, cryptic message. Her face drained of color, her hand trembling as she stared at the words. "It's happening again." Zach noticed her sudden shift, the way her smile faltered. He took her hand, squeezing it gently, offering comfort she didn't even realize she needed. "What's wrong, Kari?" She hesitated, but the weight of her past was too heavy to ignore. "I have to go," she murmured, voice barely a whisper, but the panic was clear in her eyes. Zach didn't let go of her hand, his grip firm, determined to help her face whatever had come to haunt her. The night had taken a turn, and as Kari's past resurfaced, it wasn't just her future on the line. Zach knew that with the danger now circling, they were both at risk-her past had found them, and it would stop at nothing to tear them apart.
She was in love, after all this time. Or at least, she told herself that to convince herself. Kayla Summers, with her heart still a little broken, thought she had found in her new boyfriend, the discreet and caring sous-chef, the stability she had been seeking. Their relationship seemed perfect, like a peaceful dream. The idea of marriage was no longer just a formality, but a logical step, the inevitable next chapter of their story. But all of that came crashing down in an instant. The marriage license request, which should have been a simple step toward the future, was rejected without hesitation. "Sorry, ma'am, you're already married." The words echoed in her head like a thunderclap. How could she have forgotten that? How could she have ignored that part of her life? A part of her life she thought she had left behind. Daniel Hunt, the man she had vowed to marry, hadn't been around for too long. During his vacation in Las Vegas, he had married a beautiful woman-her-but after one night, he had left her alone. Since then, he had been absent, and their marriage seemed like a bad dream. But now, he was back, and he had a message to deliver. At her doorstep, Daniel looked at her intensely, his piercing gaze hiding a wealth of emotions. "Six months, Kayla. Six months with me, and then I'll sign the papers. Otherwise, you'll stay my wife, forever." These words hit Kayla like a slap. The choice seemed so simple, but in her heart, the sparks of an unspoken passion were already beginning to burn. She felt torn between the calm man she was about to marry and the billionaire, arrogant and insufferable, who had abandoned her... and who now seemed ready to claim her back.
Sasha Hamilton had always lived a life of luxury, never needing to worry about the intricacies of business or the weight of responsibility. At 24, she reveled in the freedom her father's wealth afforded her-a carefree existence of private jets, designer clothes, and extravagant parties. She had it all, and she didn't mind letting the world know it. However, her perfect world came crashing down the day her father, Garret Hamilton, summoned her into his office. "Christian Matheson," her father's voice was cold, his gaze as unyielding as ever. "You're going to marry him." The shock hit Sasha like a tidal wave. She had heard of Christian-27 years old, heir to a business empire that was now teetering on the edge of bankruptcy. It was the only reason Garret Hamilton had offered to help the Matheson family: an arranged marriage between their children, an alliance that would solidify Garret's hold over the rival company and bring Christian's family under his control. Christian, once known as a carefree playboy, now faced the devastating reality of his father's company crumbling. When Garret's proposal came, it seemed like the only lifeline left. Christian knew he had no choice but to agree, even if it meant marrying a woman who was nothing more than a pawn in his father's desperate game. Thrown together in a marriage neither wanted, Sasha and Christian were forced to navigate the minefield of their families' expectations, their own secrets, and the web of lies that entangled them. What started as a cold, calculated arrangement might turn into something neither of them ever expected.
You are cordially invited to the wedding of two people. This wedding marks the union of two elite Greek-American families, an event as prestigious as it is feared. The eyes of the world will be on this ceremony, where luxury blends with tradition, and where smiles hide untold stories. It meets all the necessary requirements according to tradition. Greek, check. Wealthy, check. Status, check. Love? Eh, not really. The marriage of Christian Matheson and Sasha Hamilton is more than just a union. It is a strategic move, a carefully orchestrated family agreement, meant to preserve the honor and prosperity of both clans. Two opposing worlds collide here, united by blood ties and financial interests, but separated by secrets, grudges, and unspoken desires. Christian, heir to a dwindling fortune, and Sasha, the daughter of a ruthless magnate, never wanted this alliance. But under the pressure of their respective families, they had no choice but to bow to the demands of an age-old tradition. So, come see how two strangers, forced together by their families, handle the situation. How will they navigate this marriage of convenience while slowly discovering each other in a world where appearances reign, and every gesture, every word, can change everything? Will love come from this constraint, or will their story be marked by the weight of expectations? Only time will tell.
I was 18, and I had no real idea of what that truly meant until my father made a decision that would change my life forever. An arranged marriage, with Isaac Miller, a young billionaire whose name echoes around the world. My father made this decision to restore peace between our families, a peace I didn't even understand. Isaac Miller wasn't just a businessman; he was a living empire. Thousands of companies, investments in sectors that even the biggest corporations wouldn't dare touch. At 25, he was already at the helm of it all, a business genius, relentless, unshakable. And I, I was nothing more than Claudia Richardson, an 18-year-old girl, kind and innocent, who never asked to be a pawn in a game far beyond my understanding. I often wondered how a man like Isaac could commit to such a relationship, one based on a contract, on family benefits rather than real feelings. But my father had his reasons, reasons I didn't have the courage to question. He said it was for stability, to protect our name, our legacy. But that only frightened me more. Why would a man like Isaac, with so much power, agree to marry a girl like me? The marriage was just a formality for him, a way to maintain order and family interests. But what was I in all of this? Just a simple symbol of union between two empires.
I knew it wasn't the case because I heard a deep, possessive voice say, "You're mine, chicken." At first, I wanted to yell at him for trying to steal my chicken, but as I realized who it was, I froze. He was talking to me. My eyes widened, and I almost choked as I stared at Izaiha, my soulmate. Right there, in the middle of our little argument over the last piece of chicken, such a ridiculous moment... and yet so me, I felt the awkwardness wash over me-a piece of chicken in my mouth, a wave of shame, and my eyes locked with his, so intense. But it was him, the son of the alpha wolf kings, my soulmate. Him, the prince of the pack, the one who seemed capable of conquering the world with a single glance. And I, Lainey Knight, daughter of the demon king and queen. This was no ordinary fate. This wasn't just a chance meeting. It was the bond the legends whispered about, the one that would unite the realms of demons and wolves. But I wasn't ready. Not yet. And yet, standing in front of him, I knew everything was about to change. Forever.
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
"You're pathetic!" Brenden sneered, each word cutting deep into Corinna's heart. Years of emotional wounds had drained every ounce of love she once held. "I've wasted enough time on you. If there's a next life, I hope we never meet again." Her words severed the bond between them like a blade. From that moment on, Brenden was haunted by her absence—unable to sleep, longing for the warmth he took for granted.
Allison fell in love with Ethan Iversen, the soon-to-be Alpha of the Moonlight Crown pack. She always wanted him to notice her. Meanwhile, Ethan was an arrogant Alpha who thought a weak Omega could not be his companion. Ethan's cousin, Ryan Iversen, who came back from abroad and was the actual heir of the pack, never tried to get the position nor did he show any interest in it. He was a popular playboy Alpha but when he came back to the pack, one thing captured his eyes and that was Allison.
"Is it considered betrayal to develop feelings for your best friend's boyfriend? What about when fate intervenes, and he turns out to be your destined mate? You might think it's luck and thank the moon goddess for such a twist of fate. That's what I believed until the love of my life uttered those dreaded words: 'I want a divorce!' As I stared at the pregnancy test in my hands, I realized it was better to keep my secret to myself. My name is Violet, and this is my story."
"You're my wife in name only, on paper only. My heart and love will never be yours." Edward made it clear to Daisy that she was nothing to him. They were both victims of family greed -- the marriage was arranged for them. Six years passed. She remained quiet, gaining a reputation in the army as a tough-as-nails colonel. When she walked into his life again, Edward fell in love with this woman, unlike any he had known. She surprised and delighted him. But will Daisy take him back? Can their son keep them together? Can the rift between them be healed? Pick this one up and find out!
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."