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When Love Died, Freedom Began

When Love Died, Freedom Began

The jagged glass bit into Amelia Hayes' s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God' s sake, I' m in a meeting." A sharp blow, then darkness. She awoke not in her blood-slicked car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun to kill her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia' s first life. The familiar ache in Amelia' s chest gave way to a chilling, new fury. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan desperate, unyielding devotion. She endured his coldness, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan' s circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. Her heart, once broken, now felt nothing but a hollow echo of unrequited love. Then, at a gala, a cruel act involving Eleanor' s ashes, and Ethan, without hesitation, shoved Amelia, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia' s head reeled from the impact. That was the final straw. No tears, no anger. Just a cold resolve. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I. Want. You. Out. Of. My. Life. Forever," she stated, her voice clear. She was reborn to be free.
Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

Acknowledged By A Mafia Leader

She stood nervously opposite his brown delinquent eyes. His sturdy was crouching above her, his hands were put on both sides of the rail, giving her no space to move as her eyes locked with his. The more he leaned closer, the more her heart heaved violently. She nibbled at her lower lip, no matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he's always coming back. “Why do you keep chasing after me?” She asked quietly, struggling to sustain her composure. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight. Just as expected, he didn't say a word as his cold eyes persists to linger on her face, “Do you like me?” She further raised a question, neglecting the indifference on his countenance. This time, he tuts as he picked a strand of hair at her ear, twiddling at his fingertips. “Don't you think like is a big word, Tinkerbell?” He whispered, leaning close, so she could feel him. However, his eyes were still dim and empty, devoid of emotion. She discreetly gulped, not knowing what could be running through his head. “It's natural Snow White, it just occurred to me that you're the first female I acknowledged as a lady” *** She's the good girl. She's no different from a boring introvert, a reserved lady who spoke little. She didn't attain a mutual relationship with her family. Over time, she fell in love with a man who wasn't out of her league. But this man broke her and left her shattered, which made her hate herself. Just when she was picking up her broken self, Zachary Gonzalez walked into her life with his mysteries.
My Billionaire Alliance: A Second Chance at Love

My Billionaire Alliance: A Second Chance at Love

The heavy scent of lilies usually meant a formal dinner, but today, they heralded my future. My parents, William and Catherine Vance, sat across from me, ready to present three velvet boxes, each holding the name of a suitable husband. This was the day they' d chosen my alliance, a fate pre-ordained by family honor and tradition. But I' d lived this day before. Three times, in fact. Ethan Cole, Liam Hayes, Noah Miller-my past husbands-all secretly, desperately, loved just one person. Chloe Davis, the meek and innocent estate manager' s daughter, was the true object of their affection, and I was merely a shield. A convenient placeholder to protect their families from the scandal of marrying "beneath" them. Each of my previous marriages had been a loveless charade, ending in tragedy and their deaths-all linked to Chloe' s endless dramas and manufactured crises. I was discarded, neglected, and used, an unwilling participant in their twisted love story for another woman. My family remained oblivious, pushing me towards another sacrificial alliance. The cold fury of that realization was a bitter taste in my mouth. How could I have been so blind? So utterly disposable? The pain was a familiar ache, but this time, it fueled a quiet resolve. Not this time. Not again. With the knowledge of my past lives, I looked at the three boxes before me and declared, "No." Then, I made my own choice: Blake Sterling, a self-made tech billionaire, an outsider who would be my alliance-and my freedom. This life, I decided, would be different. This time, I would choose my own future.