Lola Sullivan is drowning. Her mother's medical bills are piling up, and she is out of options. Desperation drives her to an egg donation clinic, willing to do whatever it takes to save the only family she has left. ​Enter Roman Belmont. A powerful billionaire who has everything money can buy- except a biological child. His wife, Chanel, cannot conceive, leaving their marriage fractured. A chance encounter at the clinic brings Roman and Lola together, sparking an unconventional, high-stakes offer. Roman will clear Lola's staggering debts and secure her mother's future. In exchange, Lola will carry his child. ​The arrangement is supposed to be purely business. Cold, transactional, and bound by a contract. But as boundaries blur and the line between surrogate and something far more intimate begins, the deal turns dangerous. ​Chanel Belmont agreed to a baby, but she never agreed to share her husband. As jealousy brews and secrets unravel, Lola realizes that entering the Belmonts world might cost her far more than she ever bargained for. How far will she go to survive a game where she is just a pawn? 2026- 1 #jealousy 1 #Jilted 1 #Surrogate 3 #Mistress 3 #ContractRelationship

Kavya is a fragile, emotional girl who is terrified of her cold, ruthless billionaire boss, Rudra Oberoi. But when Rudra's little toddler, Vihaan, stubbornly chooses her as his mother, their worlds collide. To save his son from a dark custody battle, Rudra forces Kavya into a practical court marriage. "Yeh shaadi sirf Vihaan ke liye hai," he warns. But living together changes everything. Soon, her soft innocence becomes a dangerous, burning obsession for the possessive alpha. He won't let anyone touch her. He won't let her leave. Can Kavya's fragile heart survive Rudra's dark addiction?

More than a year into marriage, Ranvijay and Niyati have already lived through what most couples face over a lifetime- misunderstandings, emotional distance, avoidance, and unspoken pain. Their relationship was never short of love-but timing, responsibility, and silence changed everything. They didn't struggle to fall in love. They struggled to stay in love after marriage. This story is about marriage after love, parenthood before healing, and choosing each other when staying becomes harder than leaving. Yet, despite everything, they showed courage by choosing each other. And now-just when they begin finding their way back to each other-life had already changed. Lets dive into their story to know more...

There is a photograph. First birthday. The whole family around the long table - candles lit, cake centred, everyone leaning toward Isabella reaching for the flame, everyone laughing, everyone looking at the same thing. At the edge of the frame, barely in it, a small dark-haired girl in a white dress is looking at the candle. Not at her family. Not at her sister. Not at the camera. Just at the candle. Quiet. Still. Already, at one year old, watching the warmth from a slight distance. Nobody remembers who took the photograph. It was never framed. Never put in an album. Found years later in a box in the study, loose, slightly creased, as though it had simply been waiting. Her name is Serena Marchetti. The second twin. Born eleven minutes after her sister into a room already arranged around someone else - and she stayed that way, at the edge of things, for as long as the Marchettis of Milan would let her. This is not the story they would tell about her. This is hers.

On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) Till 15th July. "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

______scene______ I know I'm strong enough to handle it, to carry her, to... ride her on..... well, you know what I mean _______scene_______ Baby, tell me what you want," I say softly, stroking her hair. "I want you... fully. You know what I mean," she whispers, her voice ________scence _______ She's washing her saree, her delicate fingers scrubbing the fabric with quiet focus. I should turn away, but my gaze is locked on her. She dips the saree into a tub of clean water, squeezing out the excess before draping it over a rope to dry. The movement is simple, yet mesmerizing. As she walks inside, I slowly approach the tub. The water she used to rinse her saree is still there. Without thinking, I lift the tub and spill all the water over myself. ____________

Synopsis _ What I said to him and his hand on my stomach was like stimulator, before I knew it I found myself on the floor. I placed my hand on my abdomen, in an attempt to protect our unborn baby. "Oomph" I groaned at the pain, as my butt hit the floor. Nate stood staring at me, with red eyes. To be precise, my stomach. I used my left hand which I used to prop myself from the fall, after he pushed me in an attempt to assist my right hand in protecting my stomach. It was bone chilling. I was so frightened, i could feel cold sweat on my forehead. "Let go of me you bastard" I said trying to loosen his grip from my hair. He only let go after he pulled me to the coffee table , in a kneeling position. "Now fucking sign it, don't let me completely lose my temper. Or I swear to God, you won't believe what's going to happen to you" My red hair fell loosely on my face, the pain from my scalp was evident to what Nate could do if I resisted. - Everybody seems to crave tales of unlikely love, like the rich boy and poor girl or the rich heir and humble maid. I wish more stories would focus on the authenticity of human experiences rather than make such clichéd storylines. My story is a testament to resilience and perseverance through misfortune. What I've gone through has been nothing but "expect the unexpected." 'My name is Ashley, his ex-wife.' "Can't believe I'm still rolling with the punches" #Forgive#Forgiveness#Pregnancy#PregnantAndAlone#Baby#Betrayal#Billionaire#CEO#Reunionr#Motherhood#Secondchance ******* #BeyondTheBreak #AshleysStory #Forgive #Forgiveness #WattpadCommunity #RomanceDrama #Pregnancy #SingleMother #ReadersOfWattpad

𝘉𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘞𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘡𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦? 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘕𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦?

Previous title AAROHI : HIS FORCED WIFE he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

Aira Verma, 19. Soft-hearted, quiet, and used to surviving in silence. Life never handed her comfort-only responsibilities. When she moves into the opulent Rathore Mansion with her mother, who works there as a maid, Aira begins helping too-never expecting her life to shift. But then comes an unexpected offer-a place at one of the most elite colleges in the city. A new beginning. Or so she thinks. Rihaan Rathore, 22. Feared. Desired. Untouchable. With a heart colder than ice and a reputation darker than sin, Rihaan doesn't do attachments-and he's never taken interest in any girl. Ever. The heir to a ruthless empire, he controls everything... until her. The maid's daughter. The girl with quiet defiance in her eyes and softness in her soul that makes him burn. They weren't meant to collide. A maid's daughter and a billionaire's heir-forbidden, impossible. But when Aira enters his college and his world, lines blur and limits shatter. Because once Rihaan lays eyes on her, there's no going back. She becomes his obsession. His addiction. His madness. And he'll tear the world apart just to keep her- even if it means breaking her in the process She fell first. He fell harder and harder. And now she belongs to him. ✦ Tropes: ▫️Maid × Billionaire heir ▫️She fell first and he fell hardest ▫️Rich bad boy × poor girl ▫️College romance ▫️Possessive / obsessive male lead ▫️Forced proximity (same house) ▫️Innocent girl × emotionally damaged boy ▫️Dark, steamy, emotional love ▫️Forbidden romance ▫️"No one touches her but me" energy ▫️Touch her and die