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When Love Kills: A Calculated Revenge

When Love Kills: A Calculated Revenge

I stood at the altar, ready to marry Nicole, the woman I' d given up everything for-my pro-gaming career, my entire life savings, all poured into her dreams. The priest' s words hung in the air, echoing across the Napa Valley vineyard: "Do you, Ethan Lester, take Nicole Anderson...?" Suddenly, a disheveled figure stumbled through the guests – Ryan Clark, her college ex, the "one that got away," clutching his head and declaring he was dying of an inoperable brain tumor. Nicole froze, her hand dropping from mine, her eyes wide with a horrifying mix of concern and sick romanticism. She turned from me, from our wedding, from our life, helping him to his feet and disappearing among the grapevines, leaving me utterly alone. A cold voice inside my head, belonging to the "pact" that governed my own dormant glioblastoma, clinically confirmed: "Condition check failed. Loyalty parameter at zero. Pact objective failed." My blood ran cold, not just from her betrayal, but from the chilling reality that the lie he spoke was the exact truth of my own silent, ticking death sentence. How could my entire sacrifice, my very life, be so easily dismissed for a transparent, manipulative sob story, when my own truth was far more devastating? With only one week left to live and a "final wish" granted by the pact, I made the only choice that mattered: Ryan' s supposed tumor would be completely and miraculously cured.
The Idol's arrange marriage

The Idol's arrange marriage

Priya Shah is an Indian neurologist who is working in Seoul. She struggled a lot in her life and didn't have a good past. She is full of secrets and is married to a celebrity, which is also a little secret of her, Kim SeoJoon, a leader of one of the world-famous K-pop bands. A handsome and successful singer, Kim SeoJoon dated many Korean beauties. But his parents convinced him to get married to Priya whom he barely knew before. He got married to her for his family's happiness, but his thoughts were different about her. She is a pure, silent, and kind-hearted girl but He is cold and arrogant and hates Priya because of his past experiences with his love life. What will happen when their entirely different world collides? Will he be able to find out the secrets of Priya? Will these two completely distinct personalities find their happily ever after with each other? ****** I leaned to her level, but she squeezed her eyes. I came close to her face, "Let me see your black eyes, Priya." I moved my lips over her cheek. She slowly fluttered open her eyes. She tried to duck her face, but unconsciously I grasp her chin and moved her face up. Our eyes were locked on each other. I was trying to find something for myself in her eyes. I didn't know what to say, but still, I murmured against her cheek, "You look innocent," and then planted a soft kiss on the spot near the jawline. "But you're not. Are you?” She shivered with my touch and puffed out a little breath. She was trying to resist me, but her body was reacting to my touch. ****** Let's join the rollercoaster of a sweet love story of two people who are different but made for each other. Readers please follow me for updates and show your love and share your thoughts.
His Secret Child, My Shattered Dreams

His Secret Child, My Shattered Dreams

The hiss of my espresso machine was a familiar comfort, a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside me. For five years, my marriage to Ethan, a renowned OB/GYN, was built on a promise: no kids, just us. My childhood trauma, the sterile scent of a hospital from losing my sister in childbirth, etched a deep fear in my soul. But I loved Ethan, enough to face my deepest fear. I secretly stopped my birth control, and this morning, two pink lines screamed hope. I bought tiny white sneakers, drove to his clinic, my heart pounding with dreams of his joy. Then I saw him through the window. His hand wasn' t on a chart, but on Chloe Davis, a pregnant intern' s, swollen belly. His head was bent low, his expression tenderness I' d only dreamed of. And on her wrist, a silver key charm-the matching half to my anniversary locket. The gift box slipped, the sneakers tumbling onto the dirty concrete. He came home later, all smiles for his "rough pregnancy" patient. "Who is she, Ethan?" I asked, my voice flat. He fed me a practiced lie, but I'd seen him. I'd seen the key. He confessed it had been going on for a year, a year of endless lies. The conferences, the late nights, all of it a sickening charade. "My parents... the pressure for a grandchild," he stammered, painting me as the villain. His words were a physical blow, turning my pain into pure fury. That night, my world crumbled further as his parents, Richard and Eleanor Hayes, swept into my home. "To think you would suggest terminating our grandchild," Eleanor sneered, revealing their cruel plot: they had orchestrated Chloe and Ethan' s affair to secure a grandchild. Then, she tagged me in an Instagram post-a beaming Chloe, a sonogram, Ethan' s arm around her. "Welcoming our grandson, Arthur Hayes," the caption read, stealing the name I' d whispered to Ethan in a moment of shared dreams. Chloe burst in, screaming accusations of my trying to ruin her life, then feigned a dramatic fall at my feet. Ethan kneeled, cradling her, then looked up at me, his face contorted in rage. "You're insane? You're trying to kill my child!" he screamed. The sharp, twisting pain in my abdomen returned, more intense than ever. A warm, wet sensation spread, staining my pants. Blood. My baby. Our baby. The one I had dared to hope for. They were all focused on Chloe, the fake victim. No one saw me, clutching my stomach, as my life' s greatest hope bled out onto the floor. I was completely, utterly alone in my loss.