Suresh

To save her father and brothers from a certain death on the front lines, Eleanor Vance makes a desperate deal: she will become the wife of the ruthless general, Damien Sterling, the very man who orchestrated their peril. But a wedding is just a contract. Her new husband is a volatile and demanding master of a household filled with warring Mistress and a cold, calculating mother. He makes it brutally clear: she is his wife in name only, a "Madame General" without his heart. Eleanor Vance must navigate this viper's nest, trading her dreams of love for a cold, calculated fight for survival. Yet, in a world where one misstep means death, an unlikely bond begins to form. When an assassin's bullet meant for her father finds the general instead, the lines between enemy and ally, duty and desire, begin to blur. But will his dangerous obsession and her hidden past burn them both... or forge an unbreakable alliance?

She gave him a daughter. Then she vanished. Five years later, the man she hated came back—and he wanted answers. Claire Bennett never imagined that the man who made her life miserable would become the father of her child. Alexander Sterling was arrogant, ruthless, and the last man she would ever choose to love. Their relationship was a battlefield, and when Claire finally walked away, she took a secret with her: a baby girl Alexander knew nothing about. Five years later, Claire returns to Westhaven with her adorable daughter, Chloe, determined to rebuild her life on her own terms. She has survived without Alexander once, and she has no intention of letting him turn her world upside down again. But fate has other plans. When Alexander discovers Chloe, the truth he never saw coming hits him hard. The little girl is his daughter—and Claire, the woman he thought he had left behind, has been raising her all alone. He lost five years with his child. Now he wants a lifetime. But can a man who was once her worst enemy become the love she chooses?

One drunken night in Vegas. One impulsive kiss. And now, I’m accidentally married to the one man who was strictly off-limits—my childhood best friend’s untouchable older brother. The Good News: Our marriage certificate was signed in Vegas and hasn’t been officially legalized back home. Legally speaking, I’m still a single woman. The Bad News: Julian Sterling—the ruthless, six-foot-four billionaire heir who rules the corporate world in tailored three-piece suits—just moved his luggage into my tiny, one-bedroom studio apartment. And he has zero intention of leaving. Everyone in high society assumes I pulled off the ultimate scheme, trading up from the carefree younger brother to the family’s golden bachelor. They call me calculating. They think our marriage is a reckless mistake. What they don't know is the truth. Long before I whispered "I do" at an all-night neon chapel, long before that tequila-fueled kiss in a dark hotel hallway, Julian’s eyes were already on me. Behind his icy exterior and calculating gaze lies a secret he’s guarded for years: He didn't just stumble into a drunken Vegas wedding. He placed the ultimate bet—and he went all in.