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My Fiancé Married His Deceased Brother's Wife

My Fiancé Married His Deceased Brother's Wife

For five years, Mark and I were the perfect couple, or so I thought. He was the promising artist, and I, the talented interior designer. But for five years, he had never once talked about marrying me. His reason? His deceased brother' s widow, Olivia. He claimed his "duty" was to fulfill his brother' s dying wish: to have a child with Olivia. So, I endured, counting the nights he spent in her bed, the scent of her perfume clinging to him when he returned. On the sixtieth day, Olivia announced her pregnancy. Mark was ecstatic, promising me a wedding in one week. That same night, at a massive party to celebrate the pregnancy, I stood in the crowd, waiting for him to announce our engagement. Instead, he got down on one knee, pulled out a diamond ring, and proposed to Olivia. My heart shattered. He had publicly humiliated me. Later, the stinging reality of my betrayal was cemented by a text from Olivia: "He was never yours." I was no more than a placeholder, a fool warming his bed while he pursued his true agenda. The pain was unbearable, but a cold resolve flickered within me. When Mark, oblivious, later tried to gaslight me with more lies, I saw a hickey on his neck. He then ran off to Olivia, leaving me in the car to get a cab. Back at the apartment, he even offered me a smaller ring and then audaciously asked if Olivia, his pregnant fiancée, could move in with us, citing a high-risk pregnancy. He wanted me to care for her. The audacity was astounding. Yet, a strange calm washed over me. "Okay," I said, my voice steady. "She can move in." The next evening, Olivia faked a fall down the stairs, accusing me of trying to harm her baby. Mark' s face, contorted with rage, snarled at me: "If anything happens to this baby, I will destroy you. I swear to God, I will ruin your life." The last thread snapped. No anger, no sadness. Just peace. I was free. I walked to our bedroom, took my packed suitcase, and dropped the engagement ring into the trash. Then, I walked out.
Second Chances Under the Tree?

Second Chances Under the Tree?

"I like her," I said, as I sat across from my mother unable to keep the frustration from boiling over.  "Like who?" "Callie," I admitted, my chest tightening as I said her name. Her expression froze for a moment before she set the papers aside and leaned forward. "You're joking, right? Callie is your brother's girlfriend." "I don't care," I snapped. "I can't stand seeing him with her. She should be mine, and I'm not going to just sit back and watch them together."  "Well, well. This is interesting." She sat back, steepling her fingers. "You really want her all to yourself?" "More than anything," I confessed. A slow smile crept across her face, and it sent a chill down my spine. "Don't worry. I have a plan." Whatever she had in mind, I knew it wouldn't be simple. But if it meant having Callie... I was willing to do whatever it took. **************** Callie was given a choice by her new boss: either lose her job or act as his escort for his family's Christmas and New Year celebrations, pretending to be his girlfriend. Left with no other option, she reluctantly agrees to be his escort but what she doesn't realize is that she's walking straight into a trap. Dive into a story of love, betrayal, romance, suspense, and a Christmas miracle. Second Chances Under the Tree is a gripping and intriguing read that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very last page.
SILENT DESIRES

SILENT DESIRES

Matt Bradford and Dash black are best friends, rich, handsome, irresistible and sexy. Going around the world to make their fortunes. Now, though they have money, power and success, they discover those things mean nothing without a special person to share them. As destiny throws two unique women into their paths, these driven men discover that achieving material success is easy compared to the challenge of forging a close, passionate relationship that will last a lifetime. -------------- Matt Bradford knows his ex, Savannah Carson can't be trusted. He knows that because one year ago, she cheated on him with his brother...and he doesn't think he can ever forgive her for that. But the problem is that, he can't seem to stop thinking about her. Even after a whole year. It doesn't help matters that she seemed to drop out of the face of the earth after their, break up.... And he is worried about her.. Even if he shouldn't be. So he hires an investigator to find her... And he does... But he's not prepared for the attraction he still feels towards this woman who cheated on him... Will he be able to put the past behind him and move on?? Dash Black has a business deal with Neal Patchett and he really doesn't want to loose it. Everything seems to be going well, but Neal Patchett has made one final condition. Dash has to marry his daughter Tess Patchett. Dash thinks it's ridiculous. Who the hell still does this arranged marriage nonsense. He is going to go through with this plan just to get this business deal. And then after that he plans to divorce Tess. But will he be able to go through with his plan when he meets the beautiful and innocent Tess Patchett?
From Background Character to Leading Lady

From Background Character to Leading Lady

My life as Marcus Thorne's personal assistant was a tightrope walk, fueled by debt and a desperate need for invisibility. He was Hollywood's most feared mogul, and I was just the anonymous competence making his world run. Then Tiffany arrived, a caricature of a woman whose perfume assaulted the senses, declaring herself Marcus's "leading lady" and dismissing me as mere "help." Her delusion quickly escalated from annoying pronouncements to outright malice. She openly resented a simple silver pendant Marcus had given me, dismissing it as "charity." She deliberately sabotaged my work, sweeping crucial files across the floor. Once, she even sloshed scalding coffee onto my hand and keyboard, her smirk dripping with false sympathy. Her threats grew bolder, hinting she knew a dangerous secret about Marcus's most guarded Blackwood deal. I tried to endure, focusing on my duties, but her fervent belief in her own rom-com script, coupled with her growing aggression, was deeply unsettling. How could she be so dangerously unaware of reality, or worse, so brazenly malicious? The breaking point arrived when she, in an overly dramatic gesture, spilled steaming coffee directly onto Marcus Thorne's immaculate suit. The room fell silent. But Marcus didn't look at her; his icy gaze found me. "Sarah," he said, his voice dangerously quiet. "Handle this." It was the first time he truly saw me, not just as background noise.