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The CEO'S Purchased Wife

The CEO'S Purchased Wife

"Leave her Roxane and it's an order." Roxane released me immediately when she heard what the speaker said. I immediately fell to the floor chasing my breath, my tears still falling because of what Roxane did to me. "What is this Dad? Why did you stop me murdering this bitch?" she looked in my direction and stoned me with sharp looks. I just ignored her and turned to my uncle in surprise. There is nothing wrong with me here in this house so why would my uncle bother to save me from Roxane hurting me? "You can take revenge from her later princess." he said softly to his daughter and applied his gaze to me. "And for you Hazel I need you to be ready in next thirty munites. Mr. Velasquez will be coming home and we have a very important meeting. I want you to serve him your best." i rub my face with my palm to remove the tears on my face and go to comfort room to wash my face. Then I changed the dress I was wearing with a long skirt and plain top. I prepare some light snacks and drinks for the guest. after more than an hour, my uncle called me and told me to prepare something to eat. I entered the living room with the tray and saw Roxane and her aunt looking in my direction. I just ignored them and looked at the man sitting in the center of the room still with the same attitude and ego. I gave him a strained smile and set the tray down on the table. Mr. Velasquez gives me the same evil smile which Roxane gives me when she wants something from me. I feel bad for her but I just tried to ignore her. I had intended to leave but I heard my uncle coming along with the words that shocked my world. "Hazel, meet your future husband. He has purchased you as his wife." W-what? i c-can't be. His purchased wife.
When Revenge Kills, Love Prevails

When Revenge Kills, Love Prevails

My crystal glass felt cold, a stark contrast to the stifling ballroom where hundreds of people laughed around me. Then I saw her, Scarlett Hayes, the city' s richest heiress, moving directly towards me, her cruel smile widening. She publicly humiliated me, reminding everyone how her family funded my mother' s medical bills and my education. She' d always made it clear what I was: her servant, her puppet. I was nothing more than a stand-in, a substitute for Liam, her obsessed-over step-brother. The constant abuse, the public shaming – it was all her game. But then my phone rang. It was the hospital. "Mr. Miller?" a nurse' s voice said, urgent. "It' s your mother." A cold dread washed over me. I raced to the hospital, but it was too late. My mother was gone. The payment for her emergency medication had been canceled, that very afternoon. By Scarlett. She had done this. Her petty revenge had cost my mother her life. The grief was a physical blow, but beneath it, something else simmered. The deal was broken. I had nothing left to lose. I walked back to her mansion, left her key and her credit card on the table. "My mother is dead," I said, my voice flat. "Well, that' s not my problem," she retorted. "No," I said, looking her directly in the eye for the first time without fear. "It' s not. Not anymore." I turned and walked out, leaving my life as her puppet behind. For the first time in a year, I felt like I could breathe. I was free. Or so I thought.
When Love Kills, And Then Reborns

When Love Kills, And Then Reborns

I was a successful Silicon Valley mogul, a man of immense wealth and, as it turned out, even greater naivety, deeply in love with my beautiful fiancée, Ava. Our meticulously planned future seemed perfect until tragedy allegedly struck: Ava "died" in a devastating rock-climbing accident, leaving my world utterly shattered and adrift. For years, in my grief, I poured millions of dollars into commemorative foundations and generously supported her "grieving sisters," Chloe and Zoe, genuinely mourning a love I believed was tragically lost. Then came the crushing blow: I stumbled upon her in Monaco – radiant, laughing, and shockingly alive on Liam Knight’s arm, their children by their side, oblivious to my existence. They were living a lavish life, funded entirely by the immense fortune I had unknowingly gifted them through her fabricated death, a calculated deception that bled me dry for years. The sheer shock of this colossal betrayal, the agonizing realization of decades of meticulously planned deceit perpetrated by those I trusted most, was so profound it literally stopped my heart. My previous life, built on a foundation of love and trust, crumbled to ash as I felt the ultimate sting of idiocy and a crushing, all-consuming fury that burned hotter than any pain. But death wasn't the end for me; it was merely a reset. I snapped awake in the familiar luxury of my sprawling Silicon Valley mansion, the annoying beep of my alarm no longer a nuisance, but a powerful clarion call. It was the precise morning Ava was supposed to 'die,' the very day that had marked the agonizing origin of all my past life's misery and betrayal. This time, however, I wasn't the heartbroken, unsuspecting fiancé anymore. I was reborn, armed with every single painful memory and a cold, unyielding resolve, and my objective was terrifyingly clear: meticulously reclaim everything they stole, and ruthlessly expose every single viper who dared to prey on my trust.
From Gala Humiliation to Corporate Vengeance

From Gala Humiliation to Corporate Vengeance

Ellie Vance, Chairwoman of Vance Legacy Holdings, brought her daughter, Chloe, to a school gala. Her husband, David Miller, an SVP at her family's company, had claimed urgent VLH business. But Ellie saw him on stage: beaming, accepting an award. Beside him, Sophia Hayes-his college girlfriend and VLH employee-and her young son. They looked like a family. The knot in Ellie's stomach turned to ice. When Ellie confronted him, David embraced Sophia and Ethan, declaring, "This is my answer." Later, Chloe cried, "That's my Daddy! She's the mistress!" The crowd laughed. David, her husband, then announced, "I don't know these people," even shoving Chloe away. His text followed: "Stop causing a scene. You' re embarrassing yourself." How could he deny them? The man whose career depended on VLH, her company. The humiliation deepened as Sophia threw cash, and the crowd, VLH partners, jeered. The final blow: Sophia posted doctored videos online, portraying Ellie as an unhinged stalker, inciting cyberbullying. Then, a junior lawyer, dispatched by David, threatened Ellie with a multi-million dollar VLH lawsuit. The injustice burned, cold and precise. He'd used her company to attack her and her child. A profound silence fell. Ellie met David's smirk, Sophia's triumph, and the sneering faces. "As of this moment," Ellie declared, voice steady, eyes ice, facing the lawyer, "you're fired." This was the Chairwoman's public declaration of war.