Story By Diana
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Diana

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Hi, I'm your new obsession — your author. Hi loves, I'm so happy you're here. My name is Diana, and I'm a young Nigerian writer from Kaduna who fell in love with stories long before I ever thought I would write them. I was that girl who would stay up till 3am reading "just one more chapter" and then cry because the book ended. Now I'm the girl who stays up till 3am writing "just one more chapter" and then cries because I gave my own characters trauma. So yeah, we are the same. Writing started as my escape. I was quiet in real life, the one who observes everything, remembers every look, every word, every heartbreak that nobody else noticed. I had so many stories in my head that I couldn't sleep. One day I decided, instead of just dreaming them, why not write them down? And that one decision changed everything for me. I write romance, but not the boring, perfect kind. I write the messy kind. The kind where the billionaire is cold to the whole world but soft for only one girl. The kind where the girl in the crimson dorm has a secret that could destroy her, and the boy she hates might be the only one who can save her. The kind where love feels like a forbidden fruit — you know you shouldn't taste it, but you want it anyway. If you like tension, jealousy, slow burn, possessive men who would burn the world for her, and strong girls who fight back even when their hearts are breaking, then you are in the right place. You are my people. My books are my babies. The Billionaire's Bet is my first love — Damien Blackwood is rude, rich, arrogant, and secretly the softest man alive, don't tell him I said that. Crimson Dorm is darker, more mysterious, more "who can you trust?" And Forbidden Fruit... let's just say Riven is 25, dangerous, and exactly the kind of man your mother warned you about. I love all of them for different reasons, and I hope you will too. Outside of writing, I'm pretty normal. I love my, family I love scrolling social facts— I'm a number 3 by the way, that cute chin-length bob — I love late-night gist, I love food, and I love talking to my readers. Seriously, when you comment, I read every single one. When you vote, I scream. When you tell me you stayed up to read my chapter, I feel like I won an award. I'm not a perfect writer. Sometimes I have writer's block. Sometimes I delete a whole chapter and start again. Sometimes I fall asleep on my phone with my story half-written. But I show up every day because of you. Because I promised myself I would finish what I started, and because I want to build a community where we can laugh, cry, and be delulu together over fictional men who are better than real men. My dream is simple: I want my books to be the ones you think about when you're supposed to be sleeping. I want you to text your friend, "Girl, you HAVE to read this." I want us to grow together — from my first few followers to thousands, to a whole family. So if you're new here, welcome. Stay. Read one chapter.
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The billionaires bet
Updated at Nov 14, 2026, 13:16
I walked into the wrong boardroom with an 87430 dollar hospital bill. I walked out owned by a billionaire. Damien Blackwood is cold arrogant and famous for breaking women. His friends bet he could make any girl fall for him in 30 days. I was just the broke girl who became the bet. He offered me 100000 dollars. Be my fake girlfriend for 30 days. Live in my penthouse. Let me do whatever I want. And try not to fall in love with me. I should have said no. But my mother was dying in a hospital bed. So I said Deal. He pulled me against him and said Wrong answer sweetheart. You say Yes Sir. Now I am trapped in his world of luxury jealousy and possessive kisses that feel too real. He thinks he is playing me. He has no idea I am starting to enjoy being his. But what if the bet was a lie? What if he never plans to let me go after 30 days? Billionaire Fake Dating Possessive Hero Forced Proximity
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