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His Wife, The Starved Dog

His Wife, The Starved Dog

The screen on Ethan's phone glowed, showing a missed video call from his sister, Sarah. He swiped to check the voicemail, but it wasn't a message; the call had connected, and his phone had recorded what happened next. The shaky video revealed his sister' s office, but a woman he didn't recognize, Jessica Riley, sat in Sarah's chair, laughing with his brother-in-law, Mark Thompson, as they mocked Sarah's supposed foolishness. Then the camera moved, revealing Sarah herself, curled on the floor, her hair matted, clothes in rags, a metal chain around her neck, and an empty dog bowl beside her. Jessica cooed, "Time for dinner, sweetie," kicking the bowl, while Mark dropped bread, saying, "Eat up, doggy." Ethan watched in horror as his brilliant sister scrambled for food like a starved animal. A cold rage seized him, cracking his phone screen, and with a dangerously calm voice, he called his assistant: "Get the jet. We're going home. Now." Landing in the US, Ethan found his childhood home overgrown and dreary. Kicking the door open, he discovered Sarah chained to a radiator, skeletal and terrified, whimpering at his approach. This was his sister, treated like an animal in her own home. Mark, Brenda, and Jessica appeared, feigning concern, claiming Sarah was "unstable" and producing forged medical diagnoses, trying to dismiss the horrific scene with a piece of paper. Ethan' s control finally snapped. He knew Sarah' s strength, her intelligence; this cruelty was inflicted upon her. He watched as Mark, arrogant and unrepentant, tried to silence Sarah's weak confession of forced signatures. When Mark raised a hand to strike her, Ethan intervened, his grip like steel, "Don't you ever touch her again." Mark spouted lies, accusing Sarah of ruining the company, blaming her for the bruises and injuries that covered her body. The scene escalated as Ethan, blood boiling, called his assistant, David, who arrived with a team of men. He ordered Mark, Brenda, and Jessica secured, stating, "You are a parasite, Mark. And you own nothing," before hitting him. Mark, still defiant, claimed control of Hayes Innovations and the board. Ethan calmly directed David to search the house for evidence, then gently unclipped Sarah, scooping her into his arms. She was light as a child, trembling, whispering, "He'll hurt you. He'll hurt us both." Ethan vowed, "He has no idea what I'm capable of." He saw the raw marks on her neck, fueled by fresh fury. Sarah huddled in his jacket, whispering how Mark had gaslighted her with fake videos. Ethan knew the videos were lies. Kneeling, he gently told her, "We're going to your office." When she panicked, terrified of Jessica, he reassured her, "It's time for everyone to see the real CEO of Hayes Innovations." With a flicker of her old self, an almost imperceptible nod, she agreed. He left the villains secured, telling David to find every piece of evidence they had used against her. Holding Sarah's hand, he led her out, ready to fight.
No Longer Just a Wife

No Longer Just a Wife

I was Ava, the unsung architect behind InnovateNext, the tech empire my husband Ethan now helmed. For eight years, I' d been his devoted wife, sacrificing my groundbreaking career and protecting his fragile ego by taking the blame for our infertility. Our Connecticut home was a picture of domestic bliss, a testament to our seemingly perfect life. Then came the ping. A casual link from a friend, unfurling a private Instagram story, shattered everything. There was Ethan, supposedly headlining a conference in San Francisco, but geotagged in SoHo, New York. He stood beaming in a luxury baby boutique, arm around Chloe, a young intern, her belly unmistakably round. The look on his face – pure, unadulterated joy – was a stranger to me. My frantic call to him went to voicemail, followed by his immediate lie: "In a keynote session. Can't talk." Within hours, I faced Chloe in a lavish SoHo loft, perfectly tailored to the desires Ethan had always denied me. She smugly revealed their three-year affair, flaunting how Ethan mirrored "my Pinterest boards" for her, not me. Her final, cruel blow: "He feels sorry for you... A man needs a woman who can give him a family. He needs a woman who is soft, not one who is... capable." The profound betrayal was a punch to the gut, erasing a decade of loyalty and self-sacrifice. My heart didn't break; it turned to ash. All my years shielding his insecurities had been for a man who saw me as merely "capable," not a woman worthy of love or a family. But from that ash, something sharp and cold ignited. Revenge. I wasn't just leaving him. I was going to dismantle every empire he built on my back. The war had just begun.
A Contract With A Billionaire Heir

A Contract With A Billionaire Heir

Ezra and Storm Gomez were born as twins, and being the second born, Storm is happy because the responsibilities assigned to the heir of their family depends on his twin brother Ezra as the firstborn. As the second born Storm is safe from the orders and he is happy to live his life in his way and being free is what he really wants. That's what he thought, not until his twin brother's death! As the first son, his twin brother will succeed his father in their family business. Azrel Gomez wants one of his twins ready to take over the reins if needed. Ezra is ready for the role. He was born for it, and Storm is the opposite. Ezra had the charisma, intelligence, and unwavering business sense to have taken their company to new heights. Storm is the spare son and he was very happy with it. He never wanted this company. He never aspired to be in the spotlight or crave what the CEO position brings. Now, he will never escape it. He knows it's coming after his twin's death. Before the ink dries on his twin's death certificate, his father had a plan. While Ezra had the drive to succeed in his father's career, Storm just wanted to live a quiet life away from the responsibilities that their father gave them. It was almost within his grasp until his twin's death! *** Storm and Aira got married to secure the future of their families' respective multi-billion companies. They should remain married and have a son. At first, Aira waits for Storm, but when she sees that between them will be a loveless marriage, she finds passion elsewhere in her acting and modeling career. Storm had hoped for a happy marriage but dragged by his father to an arranged marriage. When he finds out that his wife is just as apathetic as her brother, he stays only to fulfill his duties as a husband in paper for the sake of their deal. When he sees his wife in a TV interview, he discovers a whole new side of Aira, a side he only wished existed. In the midst of family chaos and business rivalries, can these two people find true love? Storm is determined to be more than a billionaire heir husband, but can Aira allow herself to fall for a complete stranger?
After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

After Divorce, Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

“Gabriel Bryce, how can you stand being so shameless?” Leonica asked, staring daggers at her atrocious husband and his mistress. “This is the house gifted to my by grandmother, yet you dare bring another woman into it? Aren’t you afraid that grandmother would be disappointed with you actions…?” Leonica’s words remained unfinished as an enraged Gabriel swung his hand through the air, smacking his palm clean on her left cheek. Leonica held her throbbing cheek, eyes wide and teary as she stared at her husband who glared down at her ferociously. “The nerves of you to mention my grandmother. You have no right to do so!” He spat, taking a step forward and jabbing his index finger painfully into her shoulder, making her take several steps back. “Bare this in mind, Leonica Romero, if not for the wishes of my late grandmother, I’d much rather be dead than associate myself with somebody like you.” *~*~* *~*~* Leonica Romero has always had a long time crush on Gabriel Bryce, CEO of Bryce Empire and Norway’s Business tyrant. Fortunately, at the request of his Ill grandmother, her family’s long time friend, Leonica gets the chance to marry her beloved. Feeling elated, she abandoned her position and dream job in the Romero household and becomes a humble housewife for Gabriel. However, Three years later, on the day of Gabriel’s grandmother’s funeral, Leonica is stunned speechless when he demands for a divorce, as his ex girlfriend Angelina Fernandez had suddenly returned, proclaiming her undying love for him. But that wasn’t the only shock Leonica received that day. Hours after Gabriel’s declaration for a divorce, Leonica wakes up in the hospital to a shocking news. She was two months pregnant. And Gabriel knew nothing about this!
The Secret Billionaire-

The Secret Billionaire-

Moving cities to protect my safety was my choice. Falling for the billionaire who owned half the city was fate. Baltimore was the fresh start I needed and the minute I arrived everything fell into place. An amazing apartment, a fantastic job, an instant best friend, and a tall, broad, gorgeous man who was very skilled with his hands. Eddie is the maintenance man at my new apartment building and he promised me the world and showed me how a real man takes care of his woman. As a nurse at Baltimore's busiest hospital, I was used to taking care of everyone else. Eddie made it his mission to take care of me. But like everything in my life, good things never last long and when tragedy strikes, I find out Eddie isn't who he said he is. I made the decision to relocate cities in order to preserve my safety. The billionaire who controlled half of the city and me falling for him was fate. I needed a new beginning, and as soon as I arrived in Baltimore, everything fell into place. A tall, broad, gorgeous man who was very skilled with his hands, an amazing apartment, a fantastic job, and an instant best friend. My new apartment building's maintenance worker, Eddie, made me promises and demonstrated how a real man treats his woman. I was accustomed to caring for everyone else while working as a nurse at Baltimore's busiest hospital. Eddie set out to look after me. But as with everything in my life, good fortune never lasts forever, and I learn that Eddie isn't who he claimed to be when tragedy strikes. We have polar opposites in every way. The multibillionaire Edward Rothschild possesses everything money could possibly buy. He exudes a commanding aura. I can't even afford to buy food but I have pink hair and tattoos. Eddie is not the only one keeping secrets, but he won't let our differences get in the way. The problem with secrets is that they always surface. And mine could end up destroying us.
The Wife They Tried to Erase: A Cold Comeback

The Wife They Tried to Erase: A Cold Comeback

The sterile office felt colder than usual as Commander Davis slid a folder across the table, marking a point of no return. "Ava Mitchell, this is your last chance to back out." My once-vibrant life was about to become a calculated disappearance, replaced by the clandestine world of Agent Nightingale. I was ready to vanish. Or so I thought. Six years of playing the devoted wife to Ben Carter, a tech CEO, had hollowed me out. His "savior," Leah Thompson, his childhood sweetheart, had wormed her way into our home, and my son, Leo, idolized her as "Auntie Leah," making me feel like a prop in my own life. The breaking point arrived on a rock-climbing trip. Ben's dismissive tone, Leah's triumphant smirk, and Leo's words, "Mommy, please? Auntie Leah isn' t afraid," shattered any remaining hope. In that moment, I knew I had to escape this gilded cage. I walked away from the mountain, leaving behind the screaming, the accusations, and the life that was no longer mine. Back home, I systematically erased Ava Mitchell: my lawyer drew up divorce papers, I liquidated my assets, shredded photo albums, and even gave up my parental rights to Leo, blocking a tearful Ben and my son' s heartbroken cries. The pain was physical, but it hardened into an unbreakable resolve. Then came the messages, the perfect family photos of Ben, Leo, and Leah at the school play, Leah wearing my anniversary necklace. My old life was being replaced, piece by piece, before Ava Mitchell was even officially "dead." The final blow came from an "Eternity Locket" that revealed Ben and Leah's relationship wasn't gratitude, but a long-con, a conspiracy to "get rid of me" that predated our marriage. The hurt, the sadness, the grief of a failing marriage burned away, replaced by an ice-cold, razor-sharp rage. They wanted to get rid of Ava Mitchell? Agent Nightingale would make sure they regretted it.
The Price of a Son's Greed

The Price of a Son's Greed

My son, Caleb, announced his engagement at a fancy dinner, and I expected joy. Instead, he presented a detailed list of financial demands from his fiancée, Jocelyn, and her family. They wanted chunks of our family fortune, my antique investment portfolio, and even our prime SoHo commercial property. My husband was stunned, but I remained quiet, the shock hardening into a cold resolve. Then, at the prenuptial agreement meeting, they escalated, demanding my priceless Andy Warhol, a penthouse in my building, and even a Supreme Court clerkship for Jocelyn' s brother. My lawyer stormed out, calling it a "goddamn shakedown." But the real war began when Jocelyn launched a viral smear campaign on social media, painting me as a cruel, controlling matriarch. Caleb joined in, publicly lying and betraying me, and the tabloids ate it up. Even a senator from Jocelyn's extended family tried to blackmail me, threatening a federal inquiry into our business if I didn't give in. The public attacks, the political pressure, and my own son's betrayal cut deeper than any dagger. How could my only child, whom I raised with love, fall for such a transparent and predatory scheme? My heart ached with profound disappointment, but that pain fueled a dangerous fire within me. I knew I had to end this. Not just to protect our legacy, but to show them exactly who they were truly dealing with. I made a decision no parent should ever have to make. I began the process of disinheriting Caleb. And then, I laid my trap.