I Kidnapped Him—Now I’m His Prisoner

🔥 Heiress sisters, a deadly showdown! 🔥

"Think the inheritance is yours? Your fiancé was in my bed that night."

💎 The wealthy heiress returns，only to be set up in a deadly trap by her own sister!
💔 Is the fiancé a pawn or true love?
💣 One dinner party, one provocation, tearing open 15 years of bloody secrets in the wealthy family!

"Welcome home, little sister. This time, the loser won't be me."

“I need you to pretend you're in love with me.”
He agreed—for money.
She agreed—for control.

Neither expected real feelings.
Neither expected betrayal.

But when her fake boyfriend turns out to be her father’s enemy...
How do you break a contract that already broke your heart?

He tore open time. She fell through it.

Victorian aristocrat Aisling Howard crash-landed in his lab—

corset, secrets, and all.

Now she’s stuck in his century.

He’s obsessed with hers.

And every second they’re together rewrites history itself.

But time has rules.

And falling in love with her may break them all.

"Her wedding ring still glows—while his son’s fingerprints bruise her thigh.

Thomas, 'She’s my masterpiece.'

Callum, 'She’s my loophole. My weapon. My wife.'  Juliette, 'I said 'I do' twice… to the same last name.' When the prenup bleeds into a secret marriage contract, the final twist will crack your skull open. Dare to read the sin they buried in the wine cellar?"

Billionaire’s drone proposal gets HIJACKED—by HIS OWN KIDS?!
‘Mom, RUN! He wants BABY !’
The most EXPENSIVE love story just went VIRAL.
Watch NOW before the triplets DELETE it!

He needed a wife to secure his legacy. She needed a lifeline to outrun her scandal. They thought it was business—until the lines blurred, the cameras caught their unguarded moments, and a truth neither wanted to face emerged: some contracts were never meant to end.

He wanted a proxy for his dead bride. She needed a miracle for her dying mother.

In the thorns of Blackthorn Manor, their fake contract blooms into something lethal—with lies like poison, scars like promises, and a truth that could drown them all. How do you escape a love that burns hotter than revenge?

MY COMA HUSBAND KISSES ME AT NIGHT... BUT HE WAS NEVER SICK?!
I played along—until I found the SECRET WALL of my photos.
Now his legs 'magically' work when I try to RUN.
This marriage is a TRAP... and I might not WANT to escape.

He made her sign Clause 13: No falling in love.
But now his entire office runs on her coffee order, his password is her birthday, and he's firing anyone who says she’s not “his type.”
The city’s coldest CEO just soft-launched a woman he was never supposed to love.
Fake dating? Try corporate obsession.

She thought it was just a breath of escape from her marriage, but fell into a deadly trap of twins!  The coldness of her husband vs. the passion of a stranger — when she discovers they are two extreme sides of the same face, the truth will tear everything apart!

Julian, "Love is a habit, not passion."
Derek , "Love should set you on fire, not let you wither away."
Maya, "I fell in love with two men... but they’re twins!"

When the icy pit of marriage collides with the forbidden flame of desire, there are no winners in this triangular game! Who is lying? Who is manipulating? The twist in the final chapter will leave you breathless until the very last page!

I woke up in her body. She woke up in mine.

Now a racer walks red carpets, and a rockstar runs from cameras.

But this swap?

It wasn’t fate.

It was engineered.

Someone wants us shattered.

And the worst part?

The longer we live each other’s lives,

the more we want to stay.

He licked the blood off my high-heeled shoe right there on the auction block.

"Remember? The day you fled the wedding, I waited for you in my wedding dress for three whole hours."

He let out a laugh, the chain of his collar clattering noisily.

The old love bought for ten million was a debt collector returned from hell.

On the monitor in the glass cell, he wrote her name in blood—

While the poison she'd hidden in the champagne bubbled sweetly.

The first time I died, I didn’t see it coming. This time, I wake up at the top of the stairs—right before he pushes me. I smile. He doesn’t know I remember everything. And I’m not dying again.

He thought I was a victim. He’s about to meet my vengeance.

She married him for money.
He married her for revenge.
But somewhere between the fake kisses and forged contracts—
it started to feel real.
Now the billionaire wants her heart.
Too bad she read the fine print…
and he wrote it in blood.

Three years. One secret.
She gave him her love—he gave her a baby he didn’t want.
So she ran. Changed her name. Started over.
But billionaires don’t take no for an answer.
He tracked her down.
Now the baby’s his…
and so is the war for her heart.

I woke up in silk sheets, married to a billionaire… with no memory of who I am.

He says I tried to kill him. I think I might try again.

Built to obey. Programmed to destroy.

The contract bride they created... just turned on her makers.

One wanted her body.

One wanted her heart.

She took their empire instead.

By day, she's a life-saving doctor; by night, she's a nightclub queen! Two identities, two boyfriends, and a shocking deception! When the truth tears through, who can survive this storm of love?

Evan: "She's gentle, perfect—everything I've dreamed of in a partner."

Zane: "She's wild, sexy—completely irresistible."

The truth: They're both in love with the same woman!

When her double life crumbles, will it mean destruction... or rebirth? The most explosive psychological thriller of the year—dare you uncover her mask?

"HE WAS SENT TO SPY ON HER. SHE'LL MAKE HIM BEG TO STAY."

"You know why you're really here," she whispers, lips brushing his ear. "To seduce me."

Evan Mitchell thought his assignment was simple: Monitor Richard Winters' rebellious daughter. Report back. Don't get attached.

But Alexandra Winters plays by her own rules—and the listening device under her desk proves this game is dirtier than he imagined.

"Stay late tonight," she commands, watching his blush spread. "Serve me properly."

THE EXECUTIVE GAME — Coming Soon

"He used to tell me she was like a leech—clingy, shameless, impossible to shake off.

But now, he’s the one glued to that leech like a beast in heat, insatiable and wild."

On the projection screen, my husband’s upper body was bare, muscles tense with lust.

The woman had her legs wrapped around his waist, fingers tangled in his hair.

Over and over, she cried out,

“Do you love me? Say you love me!”

He let out a cold laugh and sank his teeth into her neck, ruthless.

“Listen closely—I don’t love you.

I only love my wife. You’re just a tool.”

I sighed and turned to my daughter.

“Are you sure you want to leave with Mommy? Once we go, you’ll never see Daddy again...”

She nodded.

I began wondering what kind of “accident” would look the most convincing.

That’s when my daughter said calmly:

“What about a gas explosion?”