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The secret Billionaire's Story
[09:47, 21/11/2024] .: The Billionaire's Secret Desire Alexandra Matthews always believed her life was ordinary-quiet, uneventful, and free from the dangerous world of wealth and power. But everything changes the day she discovers her late mother's mysterious necklace, a legacy passed down through generations, hiding secrets that were never meant to be uncovered. This seemingly simple piece of jewelry is the key to a web of intrigue, and it pulls Alexandra into a dangerous world she's ill-prepared for. When ruthless billionaire Luca Devereux enters the picture, everything Alexandra thought she knew about her mother and her own life comes into question. Luca, with his ice-cold exterior and dark past, is not just a businessman. He's a man who will stop at nothing to get what he wants. And what he wants is the necklace-and the power it holds. As Alexandra races to piece together the puzzle her mother left behind, she is drawn deeper into Luca's world. There's more at stake than just a family heirloom-there are dangerous people after her, and Luca might just be the only person who can protect her. But can she trust him? Or is he just using her for his own gain? Caught between a man who seems to care for her and the powerful forces closing in, Alexandra is torn between passion and fear. The deeper she delves into the mystery, the more dangerous it becomes, and the more she realizes that the people she thought she could trust may not have her best interests at heart. The very man who could save her might be the one who is most dangerous of all. As secrets unravel and betrayals surface, Alexandra finds herself questioning her choices. With every twist and turn, the stakes get higher, and the line between love and danger blurs. Will she survive the deadly game she's been thrust into, or will Luca's secret desire lead them both into a path from which there's no return? In this gripping billionaire romance, passion, power, and betrayal collide, and no one is safe from the consequences of the secrets that bind them together. [13:10, 21/11/2024] .: The night air was eerily still as Alexandra crouched in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the towering gates of the mansion. The wrought-iron fence seemed to stretch endlessly, the imposing structure looming like a fortress in the darkness. Every instinct in her body screamed at her to run, but she clenched her fists, forcing herself to focus. Damien was in there. He had to be. Lily knelt beside her, her voice barely above a whisper. "We'll take the east side. Callum will loop around to the west. Once we're inside, we regroup. Stick to the plan." Alexandra nodded, her heart pounding like a drumbeat in her chest. The plan was simple: infiltrate, locate Damien, and get out before anyone noticed. But simplicity didn't guarantee success, and the stakes were impossibly high. Callum adjusted the earpiece in his ear and gave them a curt nod. "Radio silence unless absolutely necessary. If something goes wrong, we retreat. Understood?" Alexandra swallowed hard. "Understood." The group moved swiftly and silently, each step calculated and deliberate. Alexandra and Lily approached the east gate, where Lily worked quickly to disable the security system. The faint hum of electricity ceased, and the gate clicked open with a soft metallic groan. They slipped through the gap, their bodies pressed low to the ground as they darted toward the cover of the hedges. The mansion loomed closer, its windows dark and uninviting. "This place gives me the creeps," Lily murmured, glancing over her shoulder. Alexandra didn't respond. Her focus was fixed on the task ahead, every fiber of her being tuned to the possibility of finding Damien. As they reached the side of the mansion, Lily pulled out a small device, placing it against the nearest window. The glass vibrated faintly before cracking with a barely audible pop. Lily pushed the broken pane inward and motioned for Alexandra to follow her inside. The room they entered was cold and empty, its sparse furnishings cloaked in dust. Shadows danced across the walls, and the faint scent of mildew hung in the air. "We're in," Lily whispered into her comm. Callum's voice crackled softly in reply. "Good. Proceed carefully. I'm on the west side now. We'll meet in the central corridor." Lily nodded and gestured for Alexandra to stay close as they crept through the room and into a narrow hallway. The air felt heavier here, each step echoing faintly against the marble floors. Alexandra's nerves were on edge, every sound magnified in the oppressive silence. Her thoughts drifted to Damien-where he might be, what he might be enduring. The image of his face, bruised and battered, flashed in her mind, and her determination hardened. They passed through a series of hallways, each one more labyrinthine than the last. The mansion was a maze, its dark corners and endless doors concealing whatever secrets it held./1/101836/coverorgin.jpg?v=c3d36d47b14591d95da5fc639acfb91e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Died Alone, My Spirit Watches
"We'll release one woman. Your choice, Mr. Shannon." Facing the kidnappers, my husband didn't hesitate. He pointed at his sobbing high school sweetheart, Flora. "Release Flora," he commanded, his voice steady. "She's fragile. Adrianne is tough enough to handle this." I tried to tell him I was bleeding, that I was pregnant with our first child, but he pushed me toward the knife without a backward glance. "Don't be dramatic, Adrianne," were his last words to me. I died alone in that cold, dark basement. But my soul didn't leave. I hovered invisibly, watching as my husband ignored calls from my phone for two days. He told his friends I was just "playing games" to punish him for saving Flora. He didn't know those calls were from my killers, laughing at his stupidity while his wife lay dead. It wasn't until my brother dragged him to the morgue and ripped the sheet off my body that his arrogance finally shattered. "She was carrying your child, you idiot!" Staring at my pale, lifeless face, the crisis manager who thought he could fix everything fell to his knees, a broken man. But tears won't bring me back. And now, he has to pay./0/83018/coverorgin.jpg?v=0517138020031783e61fedf153bb2b09&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Hidden Heiress's Bitter Return
My life felt perfect. Pregnant and soon to marry Ethan, I was happy keeping my family's multi-million dollar organic farming empire a secret. Simplicity was bliss. Then came the call. Ethan, my husband-to-be, his voice tight, confessed: his "fragile" college friend, Olivia, had caused a scandalous mess at Desert Bloom festival. To shield her reputation, he'd told everyone… it was me. The world tilted. Overnight, I became the subject of vicious gossip, painted as a wild, shameless liability. Ethan brought Olivia, the real culprit, into our home, fussing over her "trauma" while I was humiliated in my own sanctuary. His mother, Eleanor, sealed my fate, sneering, "That child you're carrying… it's a disgrace. Get an abortion and divorce Ethan." My husband stood silent, then validated every word for his mother, implying he' d "accept" this shameful burden. My heart turned to ice. He didn' t just betray me; he betrayed our unborn child, labeling our baby a disgrace before its first breath. How could the man I loved, the father of my child, throw me to the wolves for a woman he claimed to have "saved"? This simple life, shattered beyond recognition, revealed a chilling truth: I was nothing but collateral damage. Desperation hardened into resolve. "I want a divorce," I told him, "And I'm not keeping the baby." He panicked, but I played along, feigning forgiveness, needing him to take Olivia away and create my escape. The moment their car pulled out, I called my brother. The simple farm girl was done. It was time to reclaim my empire./0/86587/coverorgin.jpg?v=54d9bc339813894b1bb2e516d6c8c901&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Call He Never Answered
At my company' s anniversary party, my husband Mark, beaming, played a game with his assistant, Lily, a cookie balanced on his forehead. As the room erupted in applause when he succeeded, I cheered, "Go, Mark!" The room fell silent. Lily' s smile vanished, her eyes welling with tears as she whimpered, "Oh, Mark." Mark, furious, snapped at me, "What' s wrong with you, Olivia? You always have to ruin everything. You're such a killjoy. So boring." Then, in front of everyone-our colleagues and friends-he bent down and kissed Lily, deeply and passionately. On our tenth wedding anniversary, watching Mark kiss another woman, I felt absolutely nothing. Later, Lily, riding comfortably in the passenger seat of our car, flashed a sickeningly sweet smile and called me "Sis-in-law." I remembered Mark once scoffing at my handmade charm, saying it didn' t match his car' s style, yet he found a custom pink paint job acceptable. The next morning, Lily posted a photo of red roses on Instagram: "This big silly man always remembers my birthday." In the corner, my wedding ring rested on a man' s hand. When Mark returned, he joked, "What' s the occasion? You even made a cake?" He then smeared frosting on my cheek, remarking on the cake' s poor presentation. If this had happened any other year, I would have screamed and cried. Instead, I calmly dumped the cake in the trash. He tried to appease me with expensive jewelry, a routine apology after every fight. But when I saw Lily' s text on his phone-"Mark, I had so much fun tonight, see you tomorrow~"-he erupted in a rage. He shoved me, throwing me off balance. My arm sliced on the coffee table, and my ankle twisted. He simply muttered, "For God' s sake, Olivia," before rushing to Lily' s side after she called him, leaving me injured and alone. Why did he care more about her fake sickness than my real injury? I was numb. I was utterly done. What else could I do but finally set myself free? That night, for the first time in a decade, I slept soundly, knowing I had made the right decision. My life had to change./0/74258/coverorgin.jpg?v=0066aa2b0b9286ae77827fd4f6035f6c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
BROKEN BILLIONAIRE'S REDEMPTION
Ethan Hawthorne was once deeply in love with Ava Carter-until betrayal shattered their world. Now a self-made billionaire, he's retreated into isolation, building an empire but losing himself in the process. When fate forces Ava back into his life, old wounds resurface, and buried emotions ignite. Can they find their way back to each other, or is their love beyond repair?/0/58360/coverorgin.jpg?v=6af7726867c581efa4a440f125cbce41&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Love, Lies and Billionaires
...I guess little miss perfect still has some undisposed skeletons in her cupboard." she folded her arms. Letting a mischievous grin play at the corner of her lips. "Your son is a bastard Maren..." Before she could continue, Maren's hand landed hard on her face. Something she should have done a long time ago... ***** When the only man she ever loved cheats on her with her best friend, Maren dumps him, shuts her heart to love and thrives to be a better version no one expects but then her decisions are threatened when she has a child and its paternity sparks confusion. Things get worse when a past infidelity shows up in the form of a business deal.![A Heartthrob Dweeb [Tagalog] Book I](https://cos-enres.cdreader.com/site-322(new)/0/26564/coverorgin.jpg?v=892d7f241870e5108edba64480a70e17&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A Heartthrob Dweeb [Tagalog] Book I
Normal, may kaya, gwapo, matalino, at higit sa lahat ay ma-alaga. 'Yan ang mga katangiang natatangi kay Tar, ngunit sa isang normal na relasyon ay hindi niya mahanap ang tunay na saya at ligaya ng pag-ibig. Si Tar ay may kapatid na babae na siyang pinaka-iingatan niya, hindi niya ito pinapabayaan. Ano kayang pwedeng mangyari sa kaniya kung makilala niya ang kaniyang tunay na pag-ibig? Masisiyahan ba siya? Magiging kuntento ba siya 'pag nahanap na niya ito? Malamang ay madami siyang pagda-daanang hirap kapag sinubukan niya iyon. Tuklasin at tunghayan natin kung anong magiging kahihinatnan ng pagiging gwapo at matalino niya. A Heartthrob Dweeb [Tagalog] Book I ©2022/0/47329/coverorgin.jpg?v=fa919263420b0e578ccc37d950ddd5f1&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Blind Billionaire's Fake Fiancée
Annie had been by Finn's side, taking care of him as a fake fiancée for her younger sister Sofia, in order to raise money for their mother's medical treatment. She didn't know when she had fallen in love with him, but she always cheered him on and stood by him sincerely. She had been with Finn during the dark years when he was blind, and bringing light into his life. However, she left when Finn could once again see clearly. Sofia pretended to be the one with Finn during his weakest moments and announced to the media that they would soon be getting married. Now that Finn can see again, will he recognize that Annie is the girl who always cared for him, or will he believe Sofia's lies and marry her afterward?/0/82694/coverorgin.jpg?v=666a0a52f973d7c504ed26b57e9c94a8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Heart Condition That Wasn't
My life was stable. I had a good tech job, a beautiful home in Seattle, and a decade-long marriage with Jessica, who I thought was the love of my life. She was supposed to be on an overseas work assignment, a big career move we celebrated. Then the key turned in the lock-a sound I hadn' t heard in two years. And she wasn't alone. She pushed a double stroller into our living room. "Michael," she calmly announced, "meet Leo and Lily. They' re mine. And Ethan' s." Ethan. Her high school sweetheart, the one she always said was terminally ill and she was just "helping." My heart jumped, then plummeted. For ten years, Jessica had told me her heart condition made pregnancy too dangerous. I believed her, mourned the children we couldn't have. Now, she waved a dismissive hand, "My doctor said IVF was perfectly safe." Then she handed me a baby, telling me to quit my demanding job. "They need a stay-at-home dad. My work is too important right now." It got worse. I found intimate emails between her and Ethan spanning years, even our wedding anniversary. And a second mortgage on our house, taken out without my knowledge, the money likely gone to him. The final, gut-wrenching blow: I followed her to a honky-tonk bar. There, Jessica, who claimed to hate country music and beer, was line-dancing, beaming up at Ethan-tanned, fit, and very much alive. The woman I married was a stranger. My world was built on a decade of calculated lies. Whatever I felt for her shriveled up and died. I was done arguing on her terms. The next morning, I had divorce papers drawn up. I wouldn' t let her destroy me. I would reclaim my life./0/80423/coverorgin.jpg?v=5717bade4ffdf8ca84e16876fb850910&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Discarded Wife's Return
Our crystal chandeliers glittered in our San Francisco mansion. It was our tenth anniversary party, a celebration of a decade of my supposedly perfect marriage. Then, Richard stood by the grand staircase, his arm around a visibly pregnant woman I didn’t recognize. Jessica Wang, his new PR manager, beamed, placing a hand on her belly. His voice, smooth and practiced, silenced the room as he announced, “Emily and I are expecting!” The ensuing wave of murmurs and Jessica’s proud smile clarified the brutal truth. The humiliation was immediate and public. But nothing compared to the depths of his callous disregard that followed. He forced me to move into a guest room, demanded I cater to his mistress's whims, and even stepped over me when I collapsed from a heart attack. The ultimate betrayal came when he *forced* me, with my rare O-negative blood and congenital heart defect, to undergo a medically dangerous blood donation – for *her*. My life force, my very existence, was merely a disposable convenience for his new family. I was supposed to be a devoted wife, yet how could the man I spent ten years with be so utterly monstrous, so devoid of basic humanity? But as I lay weak in the hospital, gasping for air, a quiet defiance ignited within me. With my meticulously accumulated 'freedom fund,' and the unwavering clandestine support of a loyal friend, I knew this wasn't just an escape. I was going to dismantle his meticulously built empire, piece by excruciating piece, finally reclaiming my life./0/86912/coverorgin.jpg?v=97ff70187bc7f516a4484b5fb35d8b2f&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fake Wedding, A Real Betrayal
Six years with Olivia Hayes, and we were finally making it official. I clutched our marriage certificate, crisp and new, ready to file the final paperwork at the city clerk' s office. Then, the clerk told me the document was fake. My heart sank. Olivia Hayes, my fiancée, had been legally married two weeks ago-to Mark Johnson, my former best friend and a tech mogul. I returned home to find Olivia humming, laying out macarons, a picture of domestic bliss, a complete lie. I later overheard her confessing on the phone how she never truly loved me; I was just "comfortable," a placeholder for Mark. My carefully constructed future shattered, replaced by cold certainty: I was leaving. But leaving wasn't easy. Mark' s neediness spiraled, turning our home into his stage. He faked injuries, weaponized his sadness, and Olivia, caught in his web, defended him fiercely, even bringing up my deceased father' s suicide to shame me. Her constant choice of him, and the chilling realization that my pain mattered less than his performance, twisted the knife deeper. Why did she keep falling for his lies? Why did her compassion vanish when it came to me? My escape plan to Seattle was set. But just as I was leaving, Mark' s ex-girlfriend, Sarah, attacked me. Olivia, seeing Sarah with a knife to my throat, still chose to believe Mark' s pathetic accusation that I staged it. That final betrayal solidified my decision. I blocked Olivia and left for Seattle, ready to start anew, free from her and Mark' s toxic charade./0/93401/coverorgin.jpg?v=caead3f4d601a96f2bf42f1a67d18487&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Abandon Deadly Betrayal, Embrace New Life
My fiancé Franklin and I had been together for ten years. I was standing at the altar in the chapel I designed myself, waiting to marry the man who had been my entire world since high school. But when our wedding planner, Hayley, who was officiating, looked at him and asked, "Franklin Frye, will you marry me?" he didn't laugh. He looked at her with a love I hadn't seen in years and said, "I do." He left me standing alone at the altar. His excuse? Hayley, the other woman, was supposedly dying of a brain tumor. He then forced me to donate my rare blood type to save her, had my beloved cat put down to appease her cruel whims, and even left me to drown, swimming right past me to pull her from the water first. The last time he left me to die, I was suffocating on the kitchen floor, going into anaphylactic shock from the peanuts Hayley had deliberately put in my food. He chose to rush her to the hospital for a fake seizure instead of saving my life. I finally understood. He didn't just betray me; he was willing to kill me for her. As I lay recovering in the hospital, alone, my father called with an insane proposal: a marriage of convenience to Arden Harvey, a reclusive and powerful tech CEO. My heart was a dead, hollow thing. Love was a lie. So when he asked if a change of groom was in order, I heard myself say, "Yes. I'll marry him."/0/74583/coverorgin.jpg?v=2575793f22ed24631f1f7c05d31ffa7a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Will You Still Love Me The Same
Clara Hughs is an orphan who was working in a bar as a waitress where rich men come to pick up girls. She encountered a strange handsome man at the club one night, Ragnor Usiku, who rescued her from trouble with her employer. Everything changed, as Clara Hughs found herself drawn to this man. Will Clara love him the same when she discovers who he is? Will their love bring them peace or will it create obstacles for them? To know more read "Will You Still Love Me The Same"/0/86588/coverorgin.jpg?v=5ee203d87e32a2c890a8e3ac52ba7788&imageMogr2/format/webp)
I Once Loved My Foster Brother
For ten years, I lived a lie, pretending to be part of the wealthy Peterson family who took me in after my parents died. I, Scarlett Hayes, the orphan they graciously adopted, secretly cherished a forbidden love for their son, Brandon. My carefully guarded world shattered on my eighteenth birthday when I finally confessed my feelings. "I… I love you. Not like a sister," I stammered, only to be met with his cold, dismissive laugh. "Scarlett, don' t be ridiculous. You' re my sister. That' s all you' ll ever be." His words clipped my wings, but my foolish heart clung to hope for four more years, enduring his casual cruelties. The final blow came when his new girlfriend, Tiffany Chen, publicly humiliated me at his birthday party, accusing me of something I didn' t do. Instead of defending me, Brandon slapped me across the face in front of everyone, his act a brutal testament to his indifference. The pain, both physical and emotional, was a constant throb. How could the boy who once promised to protect me become my tormentor? How could I have been so blind, so foolishly devoted to someone who saw me as nothing more than a burden, a "guest" in his perfect life? And why did he give away the last piece of my dead parents to her, the music box, as if I simply didn't exist? But that slap, that utter dismissal, became my turning point. I had to choose myself. With a full scholarship to London for art, my true passion, I packed my single suitcase. I was done loving him. I was leaving, a one-way ticket to a new life where I would finally be free./0/80748/coverorgin.jpg?v=5263924ca0b51d636f0269e90d9f6c4c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Neglected Wife's Comeback
I was heavily pregnant, carefully driving home, my husband David's forgotten paperwork beside me. Then, screeching tires, a violent crunch, and smoke billowing from my mangled car. Trapped and panicking after the wreck, I called my firefighter husband, David, expecting him to save me. Instead, he was preoccupied with his old flame, Chloe, dismissing my dire emergency for her child's "minor asthma attack." He hung up. My pleas and my terrifying situation were ignored as he played hero for someone else. His callous neglect led to the unspeakable: I lost our baby. Even worse, he gaslit me, claiming I was "dramatic" or "jealous." He was in the same hospital, with Chloe, while I was miscarrying. Later, I discovered he’d been living with Chloe for days, lying about his shifts. How could the man I loved betray me so completely, choosing a fabricated crisis over my life and our child's? Broken but resolute, I left David, beginning a grueling journey of healing and rebirth away from his toxic lies. But the truth about Chloe's manipulative game, and David’s blind devotion, was about to resurface. This is the story of how one woman rebuilt her life from ashes, while the man who abandoned her faced the devastating collapse of his own./0/23645/coverorgin.jpg?v=18f28c0b4ba0eb5b01da82bb1572996b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Fall in love with bad boys
Winter Monroe had planned out her last year at Cambree High. She would blend into the crowd, continuing to pass her subjects and stay away from trouble. Of course, all of that goes down the drain when Winter's mom drops the news that her daughter will be staying at her mom's friends place while her mom goes to Africa. Expecting nothing major, Winter was ready to continue her last year at high school, doing nothing except for what a good girl should be doing at high school. But what happens when she realises that the place that she will be staying for a year will be with four boys who basically rule Cambree High? When your staying with the four bad boys, you know that your life will be turned upside down in a second and thats exactly what Winter wasn't prepared for. Can Winter keep up with the four boys but also stay out of trouble or will the boys lead the trouble towards the good girl?/0/49601/coverorgin.jpg?v=c6e55de565f4cfb3409b6c18e3740084&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Substitute Wife for the Mafia King
Dahlia thought that she would be marrying the man of her dreams when she took her twin sister's place in a political marriage. After spending a passionate night with her groom, she wakes up to find that he wasn't who she thought he was. Instead of marrying her twin's fiancé who was her first and forbidden love, she ended up marrying Bradon, the man known as the Mafia King of the underworld. With her sister gone after eloping with her lover and with the country's economic stability at stake, Dahlia has no choice but to continue playing the role of Bradon's willing wife. Little does she know that being the Mafia King's wife would be so physically and emotionally demanding. Being married to the cold, calculating, and dominant Mafia King changes Dahlia's life forever as his seductive touches tame her body and ignites her soul. With each kiss and caress, he teaches her of pleasures unlike any she has ever known and shows her a way to escape her dark past. Shunned by society and her parents since childhood for always being second to her twin sister, Dahlia's life had never been easy. With no one to take her side, Dahlia was used to fending for herself, but what if her only way to survive this time around is to find the key to unlock her husband's cold heart? My other books: Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Conquering the Emperor, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, and Lust Contracts/0/87886/coverorgin.jpg?v=be9b2b7ff6c4503efa526e4c0248e6cb&imageMogr2/format/webp)
When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape
"You will be declared dead, Gregoria." That's what Agent Christian told me. My life as an FBI agent was about to end, replaced by a ghost. No contact with my past, not even my husband, Darwin. But then, a week before my staged death, I walked into our home office and saw it: Darwin's laptop, open, displaying a live video feed. My husband, shirtless, with his assistant, Elyssa Daniel. They were kissing. My world tilted. I watched, frozen, as he kissed her. The sounds they made were obscene. I recognized the unique lines of his body, the watch I gave him for our anniversary. I stumbled back, my hand shaking as I reached for my phone. I had to confront this nightmare. I hit the call button. On the screen, Darwin froze, then answered my call. "Hey, honey. What's up?" His voice, so normal, so full of lies, broke something inside me. The phone slipped from my grasp. My heart, my love, my entire world had been a lie. I spent the night on the office floor, replaying the video. The evidence of his betrayal was a digital tombstone for our marriage. Each time I watched, disgust and pain grew. I looked at my wedding ring, a mark of my foolishness, and threw it across the room. He thought I was weak, predictable. He thought I loved him so much I'd believe the sky was green. But the woman who loved Darwin Mcintosh died on that office floor. And in that moment, my mission, my fake death, felt like an escape./0/69717/coverorgin.jpg?v=ad2a34495ed3087076ba89e47c37726c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Seducing Professor Cal
Myra got the shock of her life when she found her fiance in bed with her own father. The pain depended when both men, who were not sorry, tried to gaslight her that it never happened, almost making her believe she was crazy. Her mother did not support her either, and she suddenly found herself floating alone as she tried to come to terms with her new reality that her fiance and father were lovers even though they denied it. All these years she had pandered to her jealous fiance's wishes, devoted her life to pleasing him even when it affected her career, but he had betrayed her without remorse. Unable to come to terms with this evil betrayal, she decided to hit Aiden back where it hurts. She set out on a mission to seduce his widowed father and make him hers. With his wealth, power and political connections, she plans to pull down her own arrogant and powerful father from his golden horse. This story is about revenge, taboo love, crime, passion and lust. Myra Shaw, a beautiful young woman, will go to any length, including marrying a man twice her age to take all her enemies down./0/28512/coverorgin.jpg?v=0aa58ff9beb576347e4ea629d9b9fe6d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
