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His Coco

His Coco

Ailee ate her ice cream licking every bit of it and then Xavier pushed his cup infront of her. She looked confusingly at him. "Eat." "No you eat. Its yours" "Coco I don't really love it." She gasped loudly putting her hand on her mouth. "How can anyone NOT love chocolates?" she said giving him side eyes but accepted his offering nevertheless. He just shook his head watching her eat happily like a kid. โžถโžถโžถโžถโžถโžถโžถโžถโžถโžถ ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ง๐˜ญ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ถ๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ, ๐˜ฃ๐˜ถ๐˜ต ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฅ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ง๐˜ถ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ค๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด, ๐˜ฌ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฐ๐˜ธ๐˜ฏ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ฅ. ๐˜š๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฌ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฉ ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ณ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜บ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ฆ๐˜ท๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ, ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฅ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ญ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ฎ๐˜ช๐˜ญ๐˜บ. ๐˜๐˜ฆ ๐˜ธ๐˜ข๐˜ด ๐˜ค๐˜ข๐˜ญ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต๐˜ณ๐˜ถ๐˜ค๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ท๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฃ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ด๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ ๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ณ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ ๐˜ต๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ต๐˜ด ๐˜ฐ๐˜ง ๐˜ฑ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฑ๐˜ญ๐˜ฆ ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ช๐˜ฎ.
I'm The Unwanted Wife

I'm The Unwanted Wife

The big door in front of me opened and from where I was standing I could see the man I love looking at me without emotion. I smiled even though my chest was tight. Little by little I heard a song as I slowly walked closer to the man waiting at the altar. Kiel looked at me seriously. There was no trace of satisfaction on his face. There was no sign of joy on his face, which made my heart ache. I extended my hand here but he just looked at it and went before the priest. My hand was left in the air. Bowed and slightly embarrassed. I followed in front of the priest. It started to mass. "You may now kiss the bride" I faced Kiel. It looked at me with disgust. I closed my eyes thinking he was going to kiss me on the lips but he kissed me on the cheek. "you got me being Mrs. Valerian, I'll make sure you don't get my love." He whispered. I closed my eyes when I felt physical pain in my heart. "Remember that Sam? You can't have my love cause I love someone else." he added as the crowd applauded. I shed a single tear. "it's nice to watch your tears. It's nice to watch you cry." He walked away from me after saying that and was the first to leave the church. I wiped my tears and smiled to face the people who were happy for us. My chest aches behind my smiles. I still got over the stabbing but I didn't show it. "Where is your husband going?" asked an old man innocently. I smiled here and didn't say a word. "Maybe I'm just excited," said one teasingly. I laughed even though my heart felt like it was being squeezed. It hurts! I am Samantha Alexandria Perez or should I say Samantha Alexandria Perez Valerian and I am his The Unwanted Wife.
When Forever Crumbles

When Forever Crumbles

For ten years, my life was a dedication, a detailed blueprint for his Broadway dreams, meticulously built with every dollar from my three jobs, every hour as his unpaid assistant. Our tenth anniversary was approaching, but a strange dizziness sent me to a clinic where I received a devastating diagnosis: a rare, aggressive illness, with only a month left to live. I rushed home to tell the man I sacrificed everything for, only to find a pair of unfamiliar red stilettos discarded by the door and a woman' s bright laughter echoing from our bedroom. He emerged, annoyed by my early arrival, while his starlet mistress, Scarlett, wrapped in our bedsheet, smirked triumphantly, reducing me to a forgotten piece of furniture in my own home. His cold dismissal, "It's not a good time. We need to talk later," shattered something inside me, confirming I was nothing more than a tool, malfunctioning at the most inconvenient moment for his career. Later, from a borrowed couch, I heard him on the phone, his voice tender for her, then contemptuous for me: "She's just being difficultโ€ฆ terrible timing. Don't worry about her. I' ll handle it." The foundation of my entire world, built on his promises and my sacrifices, crumbled into a bitter lie. But then, a twisted irony: the experimental treatment that could save me was fully funded by a grant awarded to his new Broadway production with Scarlett, essentially using my life's hope to fuel his infidelity. As I walked away, clutching my old art portfolio, leaving the key behind, I heard him celebrating his "miracle," utterly unaware it was built on my death sentence. My world ended, only to reveal the deeper, darker truth: the illness, the betrayal, his ultimate downfall โ€“ it was all part of a loop. A loop that began when a shattered man, drowning in grief and regret, was given an impossible second chance, returned to the very moment we first met, desperate to rewrite our tragic ending.
The Light I Lost, The Love That Stayed

The Light I Lost, The Love That Stayed

Claire Sterling, the daughter of the Sterling family, and Ethan Quinn, a bodyguard within the Sterling Group's underworld operations, came from entirely different worlds, yet their love burned fierce and unstoppable. During a violent clash with a rival faction, Ethan risked his life to shield Claire. Back then, Claire had been held tightly in Ethan's arms. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him firing with cold precision, while his other hand covered her ears, shielding her from the deafening shots. Her heart had pounded wildly, and she found herself unable to look away from those deep, unfathomable eyes. To escape the marriage arranged by her family, Claire decided to run away with Ethan. But after waiting through an entire night in the rain, the only ones who came were the bodyguards sent by her father, forcing her into a marriage she never wanted. Claire had jumped from a moving car to escape, breaking three ribs. The moment she woke in the hospital, she called Ethan and sent ninety-nine emails... Every single message disappeared into silence. In the end, she forced herself to let go, and they went their separate ways. Five years later, when Claire returned home, she discovered that the CEO of her new company was none other than her ex-boyfriend. Ethan had transformed into the man in control of Quinn Group. On the surface, he mocked her at every turn, meeting her with cold hostility, yet behind the scenes, he shielded her from every harm. She thought her heart had long gone still, yet under his relentless pressure, it began to race out of control once more.
The Unlikely Ally's Vengeance

The Unlikely Ally's Vengeance

A faint blue line on a pregnancy test confirmed the dream I' d nurtured for four years: twins. I, Sarah Miller, an architect, was about to surprise Mark Johnson, the man I loved, the man who had pulled me from the wreckage of grief after my parents' suspicious death, the man whose real estate empire I had meticulously helped build. But when I reached the exclusive downtown club, laughter spilled from the private room, and a voice asked, "When are you and Lisa Chen making it official?" My world shattered as Mark' s confident voice, stripped of all warmth, replied, "Sarah? Sarah was a means to an end. A very useful tool." Then came the true horror: "She has no idea I was the one who made sure that old farmhouse of hers had a little electrical \'accident.\' Best investment I ever made." He killed them. The man I loved, my savior, was my parents' murderer. Everything I believed was a lie. The twins I carried, conceived in a deceit, were just leverage for him, a means to an heir Lisa couldn' t provide. The overwhelming betrayal, coupled with a searing pain in my abdomen, sent my vision blurring. I stumbled out into the cold, hard rain, racing toward my parents' graves, only to collapse in a pool of blood. The hospital confirmed my worst fear: I had lost the babies. I lay there, numb and broken, until a nurse revealed my unlikely rescuer: David Johnson, Mark' s estranged uncle, the man Mark had ruthlessly driven out of his own family business. He was the one who collected my cracked phone, its wallpaper a perfect picture of a perfect lie, with his stern, disapproving gaze in the background โ€“ a witness I had always ignored. This man, haunted by the same demon, would become my unlikely ally. Mark had taken everything from me: my parents, my children, my name, my work. Now, I would take it all back.