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The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

For three years, I was nothing but a ghost in my marriage, a pathetic stand-in forced to dress exactly like my billionaire husband's dead fiancée. On our third anniversary, he left me to face armed intruders in our remote estate alone. When I called him begging for help, he mocked me for faking a home invasion for attention and hung up to comfort his mistress. The nightmare only got worse. The next night, my stepmother and half-sister drugged me at a family gala, trying to ruin me by handing me over to a sleazy producer. I escaped into a pitch-black hotel suite, only to be overpowered by a drugged stranger in the dark. Traumatized and covered in bruises, I secretly took an emergency contraceptive pill. When my husband found the crumpled receipt on the floor, he didn't ask if I was hurt or where the violent marks on my neck came from. "You cheap whore. You broke the loyalty contract." He drafted the divorce papers immediately, stripping me of every penny, and ordered me thrown onto the street. He thought without his wealth, I wouldn't survive a day in New York and would come crawling back to him like a dog. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, dropped my diamond ring on his glass table, and walked out. What my arrogant ex-husband didn't know was that before I became his obedient shadow, I was "Lan"—the legendary, anonymous fashion designer the entire world was desperately looking for. Now, I was taking back my empire.
The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

The Billionaire's Secret Heir In Hiding

I woke up in a bed of cold marble and silk, lying next to Armond Emerson—the billionaire CEO who treats people like disposable assets. Five years ago, I escaped his world with a secret that could destroy me; now, a single night of desperation had put me right back in his crosshairs. My nightmare was only beginning. My ex-boyfriend, Lucas, had me followed to the penthouse and was now using my family as target practice to force me back under his thumb. Within twenty-four hours, my gallery was seized, my bank accounts were frozen, and my brother was left bleeding on a warehouse floor with his painting hands crushed. Lucas’s threat was clear: "Kneel and beg, or I’ll make sure your little bastard in Queens has an accident." That "bastard" was Leo, my four-year-old son. He was the secret heir to the Emerson empire, and Armond had no idea he existed. To protect him, I sold my soul. I walked into Armond’s office and offered a deal: I’d be his fake fiancée to stabilize his board of directors if he destroyed Lucas. He agreed, but his touch was a brand and his suspicion was a knife. He started digging into the five-year gap in my resume, hiring investigators to peel back the layers of my time in Switzerland. I thought I could play the part of the harmless socialite until the danger passed. I thought I could keep my son hidden in the shadows of a crumbling Queens apartment while I played house with a monster. But after a brutal attack in a parking garage, I collapsed in Armond's arms, my consciousness fading as I whispered the one name I should have kept buried. As I lay sedated in his penthouse, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. Armond answered it. "Mommy? Are you okay? Uncle Nate said the bad man hurt you." The silence that followed was the sound of my world ending. Armond stared at the caller ID, looking at the face of the son I had stolen from him, and finally realized exactly what I had been running from.
FROM HIS MAID TO HIS QUEEN

FROM HIS MAID TO HIS QUEEN

*You love me? No... you can't love a maid-a daughter of a prostitute, a one-night mistake like me. We're not from the same world. We can never be together. It's a dream that won't come true.* *Lily, that doesn't matter. I don't care where you're from or what your past is. I love you–and that's the only truth that matters.* Lily has always known her place-silent, invisible, and unworthy of love, especially from someone like Sebastian Kingsley, heir to a billion-dollar empire. Her life has been shadowed by the shame of her past, being the daughter of a high-class prostitute and born from a one-night mistake. Desperate for income as her mother's illness worsens, Lily takes a job as a maid in the Kingsley mansion. She never expected to steal the heart of the city's most powerful billionaire. But Sebastian, weighed down by family expectations and haunted by addiction and sleepless nights, sees something in her that no one else does-peace. Hope. Wholeness. To the world, Sebastian has everything. But behind the wealth and status is a man slowly breaking. Only Lily sees the truth behind the mask. Their love is passionate... but forbidden. Sebastian is already engaged-to Lily's sister. The woman society believes is perfect for him. The woman who would do anything to keep him. Lily is just a maid-powerless and easily disposable. She wants to run, to protect herself from the heartbreak she knows is coming. But how do you walk away from the only person who's ever made you feel truly alive? Can their love survive the storm of betrayal, societal expectations, and painful truths? Or will duty and deception tear them apart forever? In a world ruled by power, status, and secrets, Sebastian and Lily fight for a love that was never meant to be. He had everything–except happiness. She had nothing-except hope. Together, will they find a future worth fighting for?
Night With Mr. Billionaire

Night With Mr. Billionaire

"Bess, let's go home" I said to my friend who was also drunk. "I'll bess later, hmm, I'll go to the bathroom first, huh" he answered and started to walk. Hayst I really felt for his broken heart. My eyes were spinning. "why is that girl taking so long?" I was impatient to wait for her, maybe she left me. Even though I was dizzy, I tried to stand up and decided to look for her. Where did that girl go? I was just holding my head when I felt so dizzy. I leaned against the door without myself, wait, is this the comfort room? I was surprised when suddenly a man appeared in front of me but I couldn't really see his face because it's quite dark. "What are you doing here Ms.?" The sound of her voice was cold, so I was suddenly fixed, but suddenly I was out of balance, I was surprised by an arm wrapped around my waist. I was about to speak when he suddenly covered my lips. .I was about to struggle but he was holding me tightly. I don't know why but I couldn't control my body and just went along with his movements. "shit what happened?" I whispered softly noticing that this wasn't my room. I just pulled out of my head when I remembered what happened. You're G*ga Faye! I turned my gaze to the man by my side who had his back turned to me. I stood up quickly and looked for my clothes. After I got dressed, I immediately went out holding my cell phone. I had many missed calls. I ignored it and immediately hailed a taxi. when you're out "Faye! How many times can you have sex with someone you don't even know?" I tugged at my own hair....... I turned to my cell phone when it rang. Who could it be?. "hello?---" "you may start your work tomorrow, Ms. Sanchez" there was no emotional answer on the other line. wait....the voice seems familiar....hey maybe I just lacked rest so whatever--- "Ms. Sanchez are you still there or I will change----" "No sir, I'm going to work tomorrow morning." My smile finally reached my ears. I finally have a job. My smile disappeared because of this call. .. I looked at my phone when it rang with a message.
The Surgeon's Secret: Hunted By My Ex

The Surgeon's Secret: Hunted By My Ex

For three years, I was the perfect trophy wife to billionaire Hunt Brennan, a silent fixture in his mahogany-rowed estate. I traded my medical career for a designer wardrobe and the hope that he might one day see me as more than a contract. But on our third anniversary, the dream died. Hunt came home reeking of scotch and threw grainy photos of a charity gala handshake in my face, calling me a gold-digging parasite. He didn't just accuse me; he broke me. He shattered glass against the wall, bruised my jaw with his grip, and dragged me upstairs to "punish" me, all while whispering his ex-girlfriend’s name in the dark. By morning, his mother had called to evict me to the guest cottage because his true love, Chasity, was back and needed the master suite. I left with nothing but a dusty suitcase and a secret: two pink lines on a pregnancy test. When my Uber broke down in a freezing downpour, Hunt drove past me in his Maybach, rolling down the window just to tell me to enjoy the rain. He left me stranded, never knowing he was leaving his own child behind. I didn't understand how a man could be so cruel to the woman who gave up everything for him. Did he really think I was just a doll he could discard the moment his "angel" returned? Four years later, the "submissive" Mrs. Brennan was dead. In her place stood Dr. Dianna Campbell, the top cardiothoracic surgeon in Europe. I stepped off the helicopter at Mount Sinai to save his sister’s life, and Hunt was there, desperate and broken. "Dianna?" He whispered my name like a prayer, but I didn't even blink. "Dr. Campbell. Refrain from touching the staff, Mr. Brennan." He thought he could shred our divorce papers to keep me trapped, but he was about to learn that the woman he abandoned in the rain didn't need his permission to exist—and she certainly didn't need him.