He needed a wife. She needed security. Julian North doesn't do love, he does contracts. When pressure from his powerful family forces his hand, he offers Lucy Bennett a solution that makes perfect sense to him: a marriage built on rules, not feelings. No promises. No expectations. No heartbreak. Lucy knows exactly what she's agreeing to. An arrangement with a man who gives her everything-except the one thing she wants most. His heart. As lines blur and pretending starts to feel real, Julian reminds her that this was never meant to be more than a deal. Lucy doesn't argue. She doesn't beg. She walks away. And Julian is forced to face the one risk he never planned for-losing the woman who changed everything. The Contract Wife is a standalone billionaire romance featuring a marriage of convenience, a guarded hero, a heroine who knows her worth, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. ⚠️ Important Update ⚠️ This story will be removed from Wattpad on Jan 31st, as it prepares for its exclusive release on Amazon Kindle & Kindle Unlimited. ✨ The Contract Wife will be available exclusively on Kindle and KU starting February 24. If you're enjoying the story here, make sure to catch up before it comes down-or continue reading the full novel on KU after release! Thank you so much for reading and supporting this story 🖤

SIN'S WOMAN IS NOW PRIVATE DUE TO MATURE CONTENT. YOU MUST BE FOLLOWING ME TO READ. ©️Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved I learned early that cages don't always have bars. Some are made of fear. Some of silence. Some of the world itself-closing in slowly, teaching you where you're allowed to stand and how small you're expected to stay. I never intended to become one. Ida Rose Hollister wasn't supposed to matter to me. She was too soft for the life I lived, too untouched by the violence that followed me like a shadow. She belonged to a world that still believed in kindness without consequence. But then she looked at me-and didn't flinch. She saw what I was. What I'd done. And she stayed. That was the moment everything shifted. I didn't take her. I didn't lock her away. I didn't cage her and call it protection. I stepped in front of her instead-between her and every man who would mistake her softness for weakness. Between her and a world that had already proven it didn't know how to keep something precious intact. I didn't cage her. I became the cage. Not to trap her-but to shield her. To make it clear that touching her came with a cost no one survived paying. Loving her wasn't gentle. It was a vow carved into bone. My name is Sin. And once you step into my shadow, the world doesn't get to decide what happens to you anymore. ALL CHARACTERS 18 + PLEASE BE 16 or + TO READ CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT

Jasper Hale knows what it is to wait. For a century, he has witnessed love transform his immortal family, holding to a fragile hope that he, too, might one day find the mate meant to calm the storm within him. He clings to his hard-won control, enduring the relentless chaos of human emotion, for the chance to know a peace that seems forever out of reach. Sophia Vanhatten knows what it is to be lonely. The daughter of famously absent parents, she fills the silence by being the reliable friend, the event planner, the gentle presence everyone leans on. Yet in her own quiet life, she feels profoundly unseen, wondering if a love that looks back-truly sees her-could ever exist. When their paths cross in the rain-soaked town of Forks, Jasper is struck not by another wave of feeling, but by a profound stillness. Sophia's presence is a quiet harbor in his eternal tempest. For Sophia, the new boy with the haunted eyes offers a connection that requires no performance, a silence that feels like home. As they are drawn together, Jasper is certain: she is the one he has waited a lifetime for. But claiming his destined mate means revealing the dangerous truth of his immortal world-a world of thirst, secrecy, and ancient enemies. When that truth forces its way into the light, Sophia must decide if a love written in the stars is worth a life forever touched by shadow, and Jasper must prove that his century of patience was all for this: to become the protector and eternal partner of the soul that finally brings him peace.

ZOSIA I fell in love with Konstantin Krasnov. On the night I thought he was going to propose, I found another woman in his bed. I ran. I rebuilt. Life went on. Until one day, I'm attacked, and my savior is none other than the man who shattered me. Now there's a target on my back, and the man who cheated on me is the only one who can keep me alive. And I find out I never knew that man at all. Because Konstantin Krasnov is a monster, a butcher, a killer. KONSTANTIN Zosia Russell is the love of my life. My soul. My everything. But I made a choice, a mistake, that I'll regret for the rest of my life. Now she's in danger because of me, and I'll burn this entire world to ash before I let anyone harm her. She hates me, but I'll spend every day for the rest of my life earning back her love and trust. I'll wait forever for my Zosia.

He killed her abuser. Now he's watching her sleep. They told her the house was finally safe. They were wrong. The night Charlotte Hale returns to the home she inherited, the storm comes with it-and so does the man standing in the field beyond her window. He doesn't shout. He doesn't threaten. He doesn't move. Rain slicks his shoulders, darkens the flannel stretched across his chest. An axe hangs loose in his grip, heavy and familiar. It's the same axe he used to kill her father-the man who ruled Hale House with silence and precision, who taught Charlotte what it meant to be watched. She should be afraid of him. Instead, she presses her hand to the glass. His palm rises to meet it from the other side, broad and scarred, the contact separated by nothing but rain and memory. When he speaks, his voice carries through the storm-low, unyielding, intimate in a way that makes her breath catch. I took care of him. No one gets to hurt you now. He doesn't ask permission. He doesn't apologize. He waits. As Charlotte begins to understand the truth-about what was done for her, about what the house remembers, about the difference between punishment and possession-she's forced to confront a dangerous question: What if the man who killed her father is the only one who ever tried to save her? Hale of a View is a dark psychological romance about reclaiming power, choosing your monsters, and the terrifying comfort of being seen by someone who refuses to look away.

I was raised to obey. Polished. Perfect. Promised. When my father ordered me to marry the heir to one of the Dominion's ruling families, I understood exactly what it meant. Power traded for peace, my freedom bartered for his empire. My new husband wasn't the monster I expected. He was patient, careful, and treated me with nothing but respect. It didn't take long for me to fall in love. I thought it was mutual. Then the truth unraveled, and I learned another woman still whispered his name in the dark. But I was never meant to be a quiet tragedy. When the truth broke me, I didn't stay broken. I made sure I was the one they whispered about next.

I thought there was no deep connection like an emotional connection. And I thought that marrying my first and Only boyfriend was the start of a forever. But he took our sacred bond for granted, and destroyed it in such a brutal way I could feel it on my bones. It spread through my body and soul like a disease. And I discovered, how Cheating, in any form or coated by any excusing justifications is still as destructing. Sometimes, to the point it becomes Cureless.

One lesson I learned very early in life was to be cheerful, to be agreeable, to do as I was told and ask for nothing, and to never ever complain. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't make trouble and maybe they'll love you. I grew into an adult who took care of others and never expected that those I loved would take care of me in return. I gave and never asked, never expected, never demanded. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't make trouble and you'll find someone that will love you. And then one day, a Dragon walked into my workplace and turned my world upside down with a single wink. Having grown up watching his father treat his men like they were disposable, just meat bags to be fed into the grinder, Dragon was determined to be different when he became president of the Dragon's Inferno MC. He cares about his people. He takes care of them. He was upfront with me, taking care of his MC and those he considered to be his would always be his priority. And I agreed to that, I joined him in that mission, throwing myself into becoming the perfect old lady of the prez. Smile Maddie. Act happy Maddie. Take care of them and maybe they'll love you. Smile Maddie. Be happy Maddie. Don't complain and maybe he'll love you. I told myself I was independent. I was strong. And I didn't need my Dragon to take care of me. And I almost believed it. Almost. But now I'm watching him with her. I'm watching him comfort her. I'm watching him listen to her, support her, reassure her. I'm watching him take time from his day to check in with her. I'm watching him worry about her. I'm watching them become closer right in front of my eyes. I'm seeing every thoughtful gesture he does for her. And me? I'm not happy. I'm not smiling. I'm done being agreeable. Fuck not causing trouble. I'm about to set my Dragon's world on fire. And then I'm walking away. She can have him. For the first time in my life, I'm choosing myself.

He made me his ol' lady. I thought it was because he'd finally seen me as more than my brother's little sister. Until I heard him talking with his ex, I didn't realize he was with me out of guilt, that he'd promised to protect me. So I ran and didn't look back...until I had to go back to find him waiting for me.

Ruin never wanted to be the villain in any story. But for years, Charlotte--no, Charlie--was his nightmare in glitter and tank tops. The club Prez's brat sister. The chaos in the corner of every room. She torched his patience, tampered with his relationships, and pined for him like he was hers. She teetered on the edge of slut and princess like she didn't know the difference. But now, she's back after months of banishment. Not the wide-eyed girl who once purred his name in his bed, but the woman who was left to burn alone--by everyone, including him. And damn it... he can't stop watching her rise from the ashes. Charlotte used to be the club's living headache. All smoke, eyeliner, and dangerously misled loyalty. Glory's shadow. Wolf's sister. Ruin's nightmare. She wore dysfunction like a badge--until it got her banished. Thrown out like trash by the only family she ever had. But peace was good. Peace worked. Until the same betrayal that wrecked her came hunting for the men who exiled her. Now she's back with no one left to beg for love. Not her brother. Not her father. Not even Ruin. Especially not Ruin. And this time? She doesn't want to be saved. She wants vindication.