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Choosing Peace: My True Love

Choosing Peace: My True Love

The screech of tires, the violent crush of metal-that' s how it ended. Next to me, my husband David, dying, whispered: "I… I wish I'd never met you." Ten years of my life, a decade of one-sided love, erased by his final, brutal regret, echoing a ghost named Emily White. Then, darkness swallowed me whole. I woke up on a university lawn, young again, dressed in a simple white dress I hadn't seen in a decade. And there he was: David Chen, proposing, the king of campus, holding that familiar velvet box. My heart, once soaring at this moment, was now a block of ice. I closed my architecture textbook with a soft snap. "No," I said, the word cutting through the expectant air. His smile froze. "What did you say?" "I said no, David. I won't marry you." I walked away, straight toward Michael Thorne, the quiet, kind engineering student I had been too blind to see. "Michael," I told him, "I know this is sudden. But I want to be with you." Later, a hand grabbed my arm-David. He knew. He'd remembered our past life. "You're punishing me for what I said, aren't you?" he hissed, his eyes burning with familiar fury. He called me a monster, a liar, and swore Emily had saved him from a falling bookshelf, not me. He was wrong. He threw the ring box at my feet, storming away, convinced I was the villain. But for the first time, I felt a strange peace; this time, his story wasn't mine. I knew my second chance had just begun.
My Freedom, His Regret

My Freedom, His Regret

The cold ultrasound gel didn't dim the warmth in my heart; I was six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, a dream I’d chased for ten years with my husband, Ethan. I drove home, convinced this daughter would finally heal our fractured marriage, my heart swelling with hope. I found Ethan in our marital bed, tangled with an Instagram model – my world shattered. This wasn't the first time; a flash of memory showed me screaming, throwing a vase, and then being shoved down a grand staircase in another life, losing our previous child. But this time, a cold clarity washed over me instead of rage. I simply turned and walked away, divorcing Ethan and his toxic world with startling speed. My own mother dismissed his affairs as mere "needs," urging me to secure child support and prioritize their financial comfort over my pain. Then, came the ultimate humiliation at the clinic: Ethan arriving with his new mistress, who cruelly mocked me, claiming to carry his "real heir," while his fury was aimed directly at me. In that moment, a devastating truth became clear: to truly escape his suffocating control, to protect any future for myself, I had to make the most agonizing choice of my life. How could I bring a child into such a poisonous legacy, a world where the man who should protect us was the ultimate aggressor? His actions forced me to sacrifice a precious life, ripping away my choice and my daughter, just to reclaim my very freedom. So I boarded a one-way flight to Oregon, burning every bridge to my old life, ready to rebuild from the ashes.
The unrelenting power of love

The unrelenting power of love

He was her one indefensible sin - the extremely rich person who left her when she wanted him most. Be that as it may, shortly Michael Drake is back, and the admission hanging between them takes steps to break everything... Elizabeth Parker sacrificed all that to bring up the child Michael never knew existed all alone. In an effort to give her young son the life he deserves, she has fought for years to live. But Elizabeth's perfect life is about to fall apart as her art store opens in the Hamptons. Since Michael Drake isn't simply her child's mystery father - he's her new business, claimed by the realm that could represent the moment of truth her career. Destiny has tossed Elizabeth's past rashness back right in front of her. This time, Michael demands information that she is hesitant to provide. An unknown adversary approaches Elizabeth and her child as tensions between them rise, putting them in unimaginable danger. Michael's angry security is unexpected...but the sizzling energy that actually consumes hot after this time is as well. He'll successfully guard them, regardless of whether it suggests leaving his billion-dollar organization. Even if it means losing her life for the child they share, she will do anything to finally have the family she has always wanted. Be that as it may, could they at any point beat the lethal mix-ups of the past before it's past the point of no return? Reality could destroy them. It could be even more evil to keep their secrets hidden. This meeting is certain to be...explosive, that much is certain.
The Altruistic Bride of the CEO

The Altruistic Bride of the CEO

Asher Rodriguez is a reputed businessman and a billionaire who owns varieties of clubs and casinos in the city and is a cotton textile mogul. He is hot, virile, and manly with a six pack body. Girls swoon on his perfect physique but living a failed marriage and a father of a two year old daughter, Asher had lost interest in life. He had turned cold, unemotional and an insensitive boss who had no human values. But when he enters an unrespected wedlock with an innocent young girl almost half of his age everything changes in his life. ***** Phoenix Beatriz yearns for a dream of a loving and sincere life partner with a good home. As if her life was less troublesome, her drunkard father pawns her in marriage to a wealthy billionaire who is double her age. Chained with duties and commitments that she couldn't necessarily control, Phoenix's life was a tragedy in every respect. She was abused and ill treated by her step-mother and uncaring father accompanied with a lonely childhood. But is that all? There is a ray of light in every dark room. ***** Since Asher saw her, he's been denying his feelings for her, ignoring the void in his heart he knows only she could fill. Everything about them was wrong, the kind of wrong that felt so right. It was supposed to be only a business deal. Yet a deal he did not know that would make his life only more complicated than just twelve months to sort it out until nothing mattered to him in the world than her for whom he could even give away his life.
The Hidden Secrets (completed)

The Hidden Secrets (completed)

"I can't leave you when you are bearing my baby." He whispered, afraid of scaring me; his gaze solely on my flat tummy. "Baby?" I was stunned and speechless. Fresh drops of tears started to pool down through my already wet cheeks. If it had happened any other day, I would have been happy but now... You can't decide your fate, it will follow you up wherever you go until you die. Two peoples are destined to love each other but they are from different worlds, completely opposite. --- Reil Rahan, a scientist student gone for research in Chennai, the most famous city in India, to prove there is nothing about the Heil named monster who hunt the whole people down If it lost its mind. The most genius scientist Mr. Hayle Stone Says it's an animal whose body is covered with human flesh. He warned her already to stay out of this when she shows some interest in this case. She wants to prove these are just a lie nothing but the scientists made mistake over a years and spread rumours to keep their reputation at bay using the monster name 'Heil.' Her father is a famous scientist who is no more with her in the world. She followed her father's path and tried to find out the hidden misery. But one thing she doesn't know how the animal looks like, whether it is a human or human-shaped animal like they said? Whatever, but she is so adamant to prove they all are wrong. She and the group of her friends gone together to research further. Will they succeed or lost their lives not taking Mr. Hayle Stone's words seriously? Or will she be able to save her friends? But how? ***Read and find***
SOLD TO A CURSED KING : STRIP OR DIE

SOLD TO A CURSED KING : STRIP OR DIE

She was sold to a dangerous king, as his sex slave, by her parents , in exchange for wealth.. Not any king,, but a cursed beast king.. Who is known to be cruel and heartless.. Well that is what happened to a timid and kind human girl.. Born by an Angel and a Beast,, King Ariston Erasmos,, is what they called a hybrid abomination.. He is devilishly handsome,, huge,, very tall,, ruthless,, unforgiving and cold-hearted.. Countless horror stories are told to little children at night,, about him.. Everyone rumor that he did not have a heart and he believed it,, untill a certain beautiful,, timid,, human girl,, is sold to him by her parents in exchange for wealth.. Ariston find himself being fascinated by the little things that she do.. And to his awe,, he is sexually attracted to her.. Just within a few weeks that the girl stayed with him,, she succeded in pulling down the strong walls that he created in his mind and find a way into his heart,, unlocking the padlock that he locked it with... Making him to believe that he still have a heart and also to see the good in himself.. The devil was once an Angel right?? Well King Ariston find himself having strange feelings for her,, that he thought is only lust.. He is willing to protect her from danger and he also pardons her mistakes to the amazement of his servants,, because he don't forgive people neither is he merciful... But he shows mercy to the human girl.. To complicate the matter,, his beasts marked her as their mate a night before the red blood moon,, when the curse of the evil seer will manifest.. What happens when ice and fire meet each other? Will fire melt ice or will ice be able to tame it? EXTRACTS FROM THE STORY.. "You have been a bad girl and you deserved to be punished Angel.." Ariston uttered to Cheryl smirking and spank her b*ttocks,, making her to moan.. "Wh-at d-id I d-o?" The beautiful human girl stuttered.. "You disobeyed my orders sweet-heart,, which no-one have ever done before.." He said removing a strand of her hair from her face and stroking her cheeks,, making her to lean in more to his touch and a smug grin appeared on his face.. "I don't want more punishments,, i have received them in all the days of my life.." Cheryl whispered sniffing and the king growled.. "Who gave you the punishment? I will kill the bastards that dare to torture you.." He spat out angrily as he notice the scars on her hands.. "Please don't kill anyone,, it's a slip of tongue.." She mutter and hugged the tall man that is towering over her small petite form and he buried his face on her neck and inhaled her scent,, calming down instantly.. "You belong to me and no-one will hurt you again.. Say that you are mine..." He commanded,, licking her earlobe and she moan in bliss.. "I'm your's.." She mutter lowly.. "Good and when I say punishment,, i wasn't speaking about tortures or physical abuse,, i will never harm you..." Ariston said grinning.. "Which punishment are you talking about?" She asked innocently,, staring up at him in curiosity and he groan.. "Dammn it,, she is really innocent and she is making me to be insane,, I can't wait to taint her innocence.." He soliloquies,, groaning as he stare down his waist and see a huge bulge on his trouser.. He couldn't believe that the mere thought of having a sexual intercourse with her,, have made him so horny.. "Let me show you.." He replied and carried her off her feets and she gasps in suprise and wrapped her legs around his waist,, holding his neck,, while he hold her firmly on her waist with his strong large hands..
Kidnapped Bride, Unexpected Knight

Kidnapped Bride, Unexpected Knight

My wedding day was supposed to be the happiest day of my life, but I found myself tied to a chair in a dark, moldy basement, a burlap sack ripped from my head. The kidnapper held my phone, reading my fiancé Ethan Riley' s name, demanding a thirty-million-dollar ransom. Desperate, I called Ethan, but his line was busy-forty-nine times. On the fiftieth try, the kidnapper lost his patience, breaking my ribs with a punch, calling me "useless." The physical pain was nothing compared to the cold dread that settled in my heart. Why was he so busy? A week ago, Ethan paid a thirty-million-dollar ransom for his childhood friend, Chloe Davis, without hesitation, abandoning me at our wedding rehearsal to deliver the money himself. Then, a video message from Chloe lit up my phone, which the kidnapper held to my face. Chloe smiled, cooing, "Sorry, Sarah, Ethan's a little busy right now. He's putting my shoes on for me." The camera panned to Ethan, kneeling, gently sliding a crystal-heeled shoe onto her foot. But it wasn' t his devotion that shattered me; it was the dress Chloe was wearing – my wedding dress, the one my mother had made for me. A white-hot rage surged through me. I screamed for the phone, but the kidnapper smashed it, severing my last connection to Ethan. He then dialed Ethan on his burner phone, putting it on speaker, and calmly declared a new ransom: "One dollar. For every time he doesn't answer, I cut off a finger." On the fourth ring, Chloe answered, her voice dripping with fake concern. "Oh, Sarah," she sighed, "You have the worst timing. Ethan's busy getting a band-aid for me." I screamed, "I've been kidnapped! Tell him I've been kidnapped!" Chloe laughed, calling me dramatic. Then, Ethan' s voice, cold and impatient, filled the silence. "Sarah? What is this? Chloe said you're playing some kind of game. Kidnapped? Again? This is a new low, even for you." He hung up. The kidnapper reached for my hand. "Well, it looks like he didn't answer." He severed my pinky finger with rusty pliers. The blinding pain made my world tilt. I begged him to video call Ethan, just so he could see. Ethan appeared, annoyed, with Chloe beside him, dabbing a tiny scratch on her foot. He called me a liar, manipulative, and selfish, accusing me of trying to ruin their wedding. I showed him my mutilated hand, the bloody stump where my pinky used to be. For a second, he hesitated, a flicker of horror in his eyes. But then Chloe shrieked, "That is disgusting, Sarah! Where did you get that fake movie prop?" She sobbed dramatically into Ethan' s chest. His brief doubt vanished, replaced by a storm of protective rage directed at me. "Look what you've done," he snarled. "You're making Chloe cry. All you do is cause pain. You're a monster." He hung up, telling me never to call again. The kidnapper picked up the pliers again, eyeing my ring finger. "Let's get rid of this one next." My ring finger, the one holding all my broken promises, was severed. Then, he live-streamed my torture to the world, revealing me – Sarah Miller, Ethan Riley' s supposed fiancée – bruised, bloody, and broken. Comments flooded the screen: "Fake," "Awesome special effects!" until people recognized me. The kidnapper cursed, ending the feed, but then showed me another video: Ethan and Chloe, at our wedding venue, getting married. Chloe in my dress. Ethan' s voice, clear and steady, saying, "I do." My world went black.
My Life, My Rules

My Life, My Rules

"Voices." That’s how I found Ethan a year ago, online, his deep, calm tones a warm blanket over my introverted self. Today, after months of online chats, my boyfriend was finally coming to meet me in person. My stomach churned with a nervous, hopeful excitement. But then, as if a glitch in my reality, a transparent social media feed flickered into my vision, comments scrolling relentlessly. "LOL, 'vet him.' She means 'steal him.'" "Main Character Brit about to secure the love interest! Sarah who?" They were mocking me, predicting my popular, effortlessly charming roommate, Brit, would steal Ethan. "Girl, this ain't a hallucination. This is the script. You're watching your life's reality show." My excitement shattered. Brit, always the queen to my lady-in-waiting, played her part perfectly, offering syrupy "concern" to check out my "online guy," later even faking an ankle injury just to get Ethan alone. Each comment from "The Feed," each calculated move from Brit, amplified my deepest fear: I was just an average side character, destined to be replaced. Was this my inevitable fate? To watch my love story unfold as a footnote in someone else’s drama? The injustice of it all, this pre-written "script" I was supposed to follow, sparked a cold, determined anger deep within me. No. This was *my* life. And I refused to be a stepping stone. I would not be the loser side character. I would fight for him, fighting back with every clever text, every subtle move to reclaim control, even a strategic lie, to ensure I wrote my own script.