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His Little Mistress

His Little Mistress

In a chaotic world where predictability was far-fetched, the bullet of one man had killed thousands. I stared into his eyes, his facade giving nothing away, but darkness whirled in his eyes as they could pierce right into my soul. Damon Antonio, a mysterious man who sought no other woman except me, an ordinary orphan with a traumatic past, when my scars were visible and invisible. It was unclear why it was me he wanted, but his dark eyes gave nothing away. Having been sold by my uncle, to a man that held so much authority, I had to do whatever he told me to do. I had to follow his principles, I had to submit to him. I was terrified of him, being that he was so unpredictable. It turned out that Damon Antonio had bought me in order to marry me. I wanted to scream, to say no, but his presence alone choked all the words in my throat. I was just a weakling to a man who dealt with his enemies like they were nothing but animals. Drug dealing was his major, his wealth was extreme, and he owned clubs in states and countries. I turned out to be the wife of one of the most dangerous men in the world. And he had only one target, his brother. After his brother had killed their parents, Damon sought nothing but revenge. Damon was a man of mystery and power battling with his demons as they sought to be unleashed upon his brother one day. Derek Antonio, the silent killer. It was a battle between two brothers, one who was despised and the other filled with hatred. The answers had to be given, why had Derek killed their parents? Why did he seek to kill even Damon, his own brother? Could it be power? Or was it something else? Damon dragged me into his own world, using me as his bait to get to Derek Antonio. But along the way, Derek Antonio seemed to grow fond of me and that was when all hell broke loose. It caused me to wonder, had Damon fallen for me? He never revealed it, all he ever did was use me for his own pleasure. I was torn between two brothers now and didn't know how it would end. This was a world I never wanted to be a part of. And the worst part, is Damon never ceased to reveal his brutality. Living in his world was chaotic...with this man, there was only danger lurking, but my heart spoke other languages, fear, curiosity, and lust...with this man, it was different, especially when he swore to break me.
His Unwanted Wife's Revenge

His Unwanted Wife's Revenge

The day I turned eighteen, I was thrown into a gilded cage, marrying into wealth as my mother' s unwanted baggage. Ethan Kensington, my new stepbrother, treated me like furniture, a secret he summoned only when bored or lonely, buying me off with trinkets. Then came the wedding announcement: Ethan was marrying someone else, and the world was celebrating, blind to the shadow I' d become. Broken and disposable, I faked my death, hoping to evoke a shred of guilt, only to reappear years later, building a quiet life of my own. But he found me, cornered me in a diner, and with a public proposal that reeked of control, I foolishly said yes. I married him again, believing his grand gestures were a sign of true love, until I overheard him describing me as a problem to be "handled." The humiliation burned, and then, a horrifying crash revealed his executive assistant, Chloe, tampering with my car brakes, confirming the chilling truth: he didn't just want control; he wanted me erased. In the hospital, reeling from the accident, the doctor delivered another blow: "You're pregnant." But then Chloe appeared, radiating fake concern, only to deliver her own bombshell: "I'm pregnant, too, Ava. And it's Ethan's." My world shattered, and cold, hard rage settled in, replacing all weakness. They wanted two women, two babies, two lives controlled, but I would not live in that gilded cage. "I need to speak to my doctor," I told the nurse, "Alone." I was ending this. All of it.
HIGHSCHOOL IDOLS

HIGHSCHOOL IDOLS

Welcome to the world of music where music is paramount...yeah it's all about music,fame,wealth,dance,fashion and modelling and love. Meet Nelson Rowland, just 17 but smart,cool, handsome,jovial but hates the mention of girls. He dislikes girls and dares not go close to one cause of his first heartbreak left a scar in his heart. He's in a band of three named GOLDEN VOICES... His friends Gabriel Fernandez and Jayden Bricks are part of the band. His parents President Adrian Rowland and Bae Pixie Rowland are filthy wealthy billionaires. CEO of AIR MAX,the best producing airplane company in Mexico. Meet this fiend triplets, Vivian Howard, Vienna Howard and Violet Howard. Best dancers in school, though they aren't identical triplets. Their band name is TRIPLETS LOVE. Their parents are fifth most richest couples in Mexico. They operate seven cosmetics companies which produces in bulk and exports around the world. Meet Sharon Chavez,an Italian girl, 16 years old, who got abused by her step dad who is also a drug baron. She is forced to work as a Nanny in the Rowland's family to accomplish an evil plan courtesy of her step dad. What happens when Nelson develops a strong hatred for Sharon just like other girls? What's happens when she starts falling helplessly for him? Would she succeed in accomplishing her plan or love would replace that? What happens when she joins Nelson in school, with the jealousy eyes of the triplets glued on her? What happens when her mission there is been revealed? Thrilling right? This is gonna be filled with tricky suspense,so sit around and let's ride on this together.
His Fake Wife, Her Real Voice

His Fake Wife, Her Real Voice

The call came from my half-brother, Andrew, offering me a lifeline: marry a comatose heiress for $150,000 a month. I, Ethan Clark, the black sheep of the family, agreed instantly, eager to escape my cramped apartment and dead-end life. My new wife, Nicole Anderson, was a "Tech Princess" in a persistent vegetative state, surrounded by machines in a luxurious hospital suite. I started talking to her, planning how to spend her money on classic cars and parties, feeling a smug satisfaction at my newfound fortune. But then, a sharp, indignant voice echoed in my head: "You will do no such thing with my money, you lazy, gold-digging parasite." It was Nicole. My comatose wife. And she was sassy. Trapped in her own body, Nicole was telepathically directing me-scratching her back, giving me life advice, even coaching me through a viral video and a press conference that saved her company's stock. I went from resentful caretaker to faithful prince in the public eye, even fending off my brother' s attempts to buy me out and my ex-girlfriend' s desperate grab for attention. Suddenly, a paparazzo scandal at her bedside triggered something impossible. Nicole sat bolt upright, her eyes blazing with rage, and in a terrifyingly clear voice, ordered everyone out. She was awake. But the cold, calculating CEO stared at me with no recognition, no sign of the fiery woman I'd known in my mind. "Who are you?" she asked, and then: "I want a divorce." How could the woman who saved me, who became my secret partner, look at me like a stranger? What had happened to the Nicole who knew my heart, trapped within her own?
The Blind Heiress: Trapped By The Billionaire

The Blind Heiress: Trapped By The Billionaire

Eliza, a blind and pregnant woman, was hiding in a rotting motel room. The door was suddenly kicked in by Clifford Gray, the ruthless billionaire whose child she carried. He didn't come to rescue her. Instead, he dragged her to an underground clinic, ordering a forced abortion to protect his wealth. "The bloodline of the Gray family will never be left to rot in the stomach of a blind rat from the slums." Strapped to a freezing surgical bed with a scalpel pressed against her throat, Eliza was only spared when a sudden phone call ordered Clifford to marry her for inheritance shares. But the nightmare had just begun. On their wedding day, Clifford abandoned her, forcing her to be publicly humiliated and married off to a trembling stable boy. Inside the massive Gray estate, she became the ultimate target. His family mocked her, physically assaulted her, and plotted to destroy her, treating her like a worthless incubator. They all thought she was just a pathetic, helpless victim who would easily break under their cruelty. They had no idea she was the sole survivor of the Warren family massacre, secretly armed with a neural interface and lethal senses. Standing alone in the dark bathroom, Eliza dropped her terrified facade, her unseeing eyes burning with a cold, calculating fire. She was going to use their underestimation of a blind cripple to tear the Gray empire apart, brick by brick.
The Woman Who Loved a Heart

The Woman Who Loved a Heart

Five years ago, after my firefighter fiancé Michael died a hero, I married Ethan Vance, the man who received his heart. My secret vow was to protect Michael' s heart, to keep a part of him alive, even if it meant living a lie. Our fifth anniversary, I made his favorite lasagna, only to get a text with a photo: Ethan, my husband, intimately laughing with his ex-girlfriend, Chloe Carter, at an expensive rooftop bar. Later that night, Ethan came home reeking of another woman' s cloying perfume, calling me a "martyr" and complaining I "always smell like antiseptic." Then Chloe, his ex, orchestrated a public spectacle, faking a medical emergency to humiliate me, still in my scrubs, in front of a snickering crowd. The ultimate blow came when Ethan, fueled by Chloe' s lies, forced me to undergo a dangerous blood donation, ignoring my pleas, leading to a devastating miscarriage. How could the man I' d dedicated five years of my life to, the man who carried my beloved Michael' s heart, be so cruel, so arrogant, so utterly blind and dismissive? It wasn' t just about an affair; it was a brazen, calculated attack on my dignity, my entire being. But when I miraculously found myself pregnant again and told Ethan, he brutally denied it, tore up my medical report, and scoffed, "You' re pathetic." That was it. My final hope shattered, I knew I had to fight back, tear down his façade, and reclaim my life, no matter the cost.
Love's Betrayal, Revenge's Spark

Love's Betrayal, Revenge's Spark

I was supposed to be happy. Three years of marriage, a baby due in a month, and a husband everyone said adored me. Liam was my childhood friend, my rock, my supposed happy ending. But that illusion shattered in a hospital parking lot when I overheard Liam confess to orchestrating my mother's car accident-a murder meant to secure her heart for my dying stepsister, Chloe. He then married me to keep me out of the way, a tool in his twisted obsession. The truth was a physical blow. My mother, murdered. My proposed husband, a silent accomplice at her funeral, was just a performer in a long charade. Liam' s meticulous care for Chloe, his obsession with her "pure" style, all those signs I' d dismissed as overflow of love, screamed at me now. Then Chloe, after feigning pregnancy due to her infertility, deliberately threw herself down the stairs. Liam, convicting me on the spot, burned my hand, permanently crippling me, while my own father watched him. He funded my revenge, transferring his fortune to me as an apology. My heart was ripped apart by their betrayal. I couldn't comprehend how a man I loved could devise such a monstrous plan, making me a mere pawn in his sick game. How could I have been so blind? With unwavering resolve, I decided to fight back. I had my own secret plans, a quiet escape route, and a final, shocking gift for Liam, a macabre reminder of his crimes. He thought he had broken me, but he had only forged a weapon.