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No More Mr. Nice Chef

No More Mr. Nice Chef

My name is Ethan Miller. I put my culinary dreams on hold, carefully crafting gourmet meals for my wife, Izzy, CEO of Aura Organics. My "VP of Culinary Development" title at her company was mostly for show; my real role was to support her vision, a sacrifice I made willingly, fueled by love. One ordinary morning, after painstakingly preparing her lunch, my phone buzzed with an Instagram notification. It was Leo Maxwell, Izzy' s flashy new executive assistant, posting a photo of my lovingly packed meal, captioned, "The perks of working for a queen!" Seconds later, Izzy posted a picture of a greasy pepperoni pizza. "Sometimes a girl just needs some comfort food," she quipped. The cold knot in my stomach tightened into a furious rage. Not only had she given away my carefully made meal, but she preferred cheap junk and flaunted it. My mother-in-law, Eleanor, then called, not to question Izzy, but to berate me for not feeding her properly. When I confronted my wife, she brazenly defended Leo, even as he strutted around wearing an expensive smartwatch she' d bought him as a "perk" - a reward for a "tough day" after I had quite deliberately ruined his shoes. It reached a breaking point when, in a fit of rage, she systematically chipped my cherished collection of culinary knives, the very tools of my passion, all while screaming that I preferred "flipping burgers for her." How could she be so incredibly disrespectful, so blind to my efforts and my pain? What unholy betrayal had taken root in our home, turning my wife into someone so cruel, so dismissive of our shared history and my dreams? Standing there, watching her destroy symbols of our life together, a sudden, sharp decision crystallized in my mind. She wanted comfort food? She wanted to choose a sycophant over her husband? Then she would get an unforgettable taste of consequences. I was done.
MARRIED TO A STRANGER : THE BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE

MARRIED TO A STRANGER : THE BILLIONAIRE'S BRIDE

BLURB Gold Bennett thought she had it all, until the man she'd loved and supported through law school shattered her world. Jason, her charming, ambitious boyfriend, had promised they'd build a life together. But when a rich heiress comes into the picture, he doesn't hesitate to abandon Gold, leaving her heartbroken and lost. The man who once claimed he'd never leave her now has a new fiancée, and Gold is left to pick up the pieces of a future she had built around him.Devastated and burned by betrayal, Gold is done with love. But when a cold, calculating billionaire named Daniel Copper offers her a way out of her grief, she reluctantly agrees to a marriage of convenience. It's a practical solution to her pain, or so she thinks. After all, Daniel is a stranger,handsome, yes, but distant, with an air of mystery that warns her to keep her distance. He needs a wife to settle a score, and she needs a way to reclaim her life.But as the days go by, what begins as a contract quickly turns into something far more complicated. Beneath Daniel's icy exterior lies a man who has his own reasons for wanting her by his side. Despite their agreement, sparks begin to fly, and Gold finds herself drawn to him in ways she never expected. As they navigate their new life together, Gold realizes that Daniel isn't just the CEO of a billion-dollar empire, he's also carrying a past as dark and tangled as her own. And when their marriage starts to feel less like a business deal and more like something real, she's torn between what she wants and what she's afraid of.But just as their relationship begins to shift, Jason reappears, determined to win Gold back. The game of love, revenge, and trust gets more dangerous, and Gold must decide whether she can trust Daniel with her heart,or if he, too, will betray her when she least expects it.In a world where love is a battlefield and trust is fragile, will Gold's second chance at love be her salvation? Or will her past come back to haunt her when she least expects it?
Where Love Died

Where Love Died

My life was perfect, or so I thought. Married for five blissful years to Ethan, the powerful CEO who publicly adored me, making me feel like his most cherished person, his greatest weakness. I believed him; I loved him with a fierce passion, a love I sincerely thought he returned. Then, one evening, I overheard his voice-low, serious-uttering words that shattered my entire world: "If I don't make Sarah the obvious target, how can Olivia continue her work in those conflict zones without becoming a pawn?" Olivia. His childhood sweetheart. Suddenly, all the "accidents"-the car bombings, the kidnappings, the trauma-fell into place; I was merely a decoy, a pawn in his twisted game to shield her. But the true horror unfurled when I painstakingly bypassed his "impenetrable" security and hacked into his private digital journal. Page after page, it boasted of his profound, yearning love for Olivia, followed by chilling entries about me: "Found the perfect candidate today. Sarah Jenkins. Intelligent, beautiful, but with a vulnerability I can exploit. She'll be a convincing decoy." He' d orchestrated my terror; he' d cultivated my dependence. The ultimate betrayal? "Sarah miscarried," he wrote. "A pity, in a way. But perhaps for the best. A child would complicate things with Olivia." His chilling indifference to our lost child, to my deepest grief, tore me apart. My love for him curdled into a cold, hard resolve, realizing I wasn't just a pawn, but a recipient of painful hand-me-downs, my deepest sufferings cruelly manipulated for his cruel agenda. How could the man I loved be such a monster? Yet, the shock quickly gave way to a steely determination. Ethan thought I was his unsuspecting wife, his perfect decoy. He didn't know the cybersecurity analyst I' d been, the skills I still possessed. I would play the loving wife, enduring his touch, while meticulously plotting my escape and, ultimately, his downfall.