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Contaminated Love, A Wife's Escape

Contaminated Love, A Wife's Escape

For five years, I chased my husband Liam' s love, a tech mogul I deeply adored. Then, after three incredible nights where I finally felt like his wife, I stumbled upon a chat on his computer. It was with my sister, Chloe, and it revealed a horrifying truth: those intimate moments were a cruel setup. Liam recorded them, sent them to Chloe, and messaged, "This way she' ll finally leave me alone. Don' t worry, Chloe, I' d rather die than touch her. You' re the only one I love." My world shattered. An audio file played Chloe' s sweet voice, "Oh, Liam, I' m so touched! You found so many people to mess with her just to protect my reputation?" So many people? Liam' s reply sickened me: "She' s so loose, it' s a blessing anyone would touch her. Besides, I have all the compromising photos and videos, so she can' t blame anyone even if she knows." The man who held me for three days wasn' t Liam. He sent strangers. I fled, my body screaming contamination, only to have Chloe, wearing Liam' s shirt, block my entry back home. "Liam was just adding my face to the system, and I think I accidentally deleted yours. My bad," she smirked. Liam emerged, his voice flat, "Chloe needs this room. It' s closer to me." He ordered me to a distant guest room, then handed me a pill. "Take this. I' m not ready for kids yet." It hit me: he worried I' d get pregnant with a stranger's child-a child he' d arranged. Later, listening to their laughter from the master bedroom, rage simmered. Then Chloe, wearing Liam' s sacred bracelet, whispered close, "Every month, he spends a week with me at a secluded resort. That' s our special time… He even says he feels sick when he sees you at home." Before I could react, she scratched my arm, drawing blood. "Ava, you bitch, stop pretending! I hate your pitiful act! I want to take everything from you!" She shoved me, a vase shattered, leaving a gaping wound on my arm. Liam rushed down, sweeping Chloe into his arms. "Chloe, does it hurt? I' ll take you to the hospital." He saw her nails' marks but blamed me. "Ava, you' re still so manipulative! You' ve always framed Chloe!" he roared. "Go to the basement tonight. Don' t come out until you' ve copied a hundred books!" He stepped over my prostrate body, crushing my arm. Bleeding, broken, I crawled to the ER. "No anesthesia," I told the doctor. "I want to remember this. I want to remember the pain." I needed every stitch to burn away my foolish love. I signed the divorce papers. Back in the mansion, trapped in the basement, I heard fireworks. Liam was celebrating Chloe' s "recovery." Five days later, Chloe feigned reconciliation, offering me tea. Liam forced my mouth open and poured the scalding liquid down my throat. My flesh screamed. I woke in a hospital, my throat ruined, my face Liam' s only concern. "Don' t worry," he told me, "Your face won' t scar." My face. Not my voice. Not the agony. I croaked, "Let me go." He hung up, leaving me to call my lawyer: Deliver the papers. Relief washed over Liam when I handed him two documents. He quickly signed, thinking I wanted property, not realizing the divorce agreement lay beneath. My phone rang moments after he left for Chloe. A headline screamed, "Socialite Scandal: Architect Ava Miller' s Wild Lifestyle Exposed, Intimate Photos Leaked." My private photos. My voice raw, I called 911. The IP address traced to Chloe. Liam' s call came, "Ava, are you crazy? Chloe was just messing around, it didn' t even hurt you. Do you have to be so petty?" He still thought I didn' t know the truth. He warned, "I' ve already had the case dropped. No one in this city will take your case now." My mother called, screaming, "You' ve disgraced our entire family! If you don' t apologize to her immediately, you are no longer our daughter!" "I won' t be your daughter anymore," I replied, then hung up. At the airport, Liam messaged: "I' ll give you a child." I sent him the signed divorce agreement. "Liam, I won' t bother you anymore. I' ll make way for you two." I boarded the plane, leaving him, my family, and my shattered past behind.
The billionaire Captive bride

The billionaire Captive bride

You will marry me! You will be my contract wife! He declared his voice cold and threatening. Ophelia looked at him without averting her gaze. He wasn't demanding that she marry him; he was commanding her to. "Marry you!" Is that a request or a command? She asserted bravely, not minding whatever was coming her way. She expected Something worse to follow, but she was Startled by his reaction instead. He walked closer to her and slowly raised her chin up with the tip of his finger. "Ha..ha..ha, I like smart girls," He enunciates with a devilish smile. It's a command and you must abide by it. He paused and moved his Lips Closer to her ear. Ophelia quickly closed her eyes bracing herself for the impact. Or else........... He whispered slowly. Then everything paused. She couldn't feel his breath on her skin again and she quickly opened her eyes only to find out She was the only person in the room. It's like he disappeared into thin air. She heaved a sigh of relief as some unshed tears settled on her face. She just found a wallet on the road hoping it will change her life for better not knowing it's actually for the worse. "She is trapped!" She is Captivated!" And now she is going to be a Captivated Contract bride she can't deny neither can she accept. One choice, one contract, one dangerous game. Will Ophelia fight for her life, or fight for his love? Or will she lose herself in a world of luxury, lies, and power where freedom comes witha price? Dare to flip the page....because this is only the beginning.
Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart

Betrayed Bride's Rebirth: A Vengeful Heart

The sterile scent of antiseptic clung to me, a cruel reminder of my last moments. Just hours after giving birth, my stepsister, Emily, forced poison down my throat, her beautiful face twisted in a triumphant smirk. My husband, Mark, stood by, his hands pinning me to the hospital bed, his eyes cold and indifferent as life drained from mine. They told the world I died of childbirth complications; a tragic accident. Emily and Mark built their perfect family on the foundation of my unmarked grave. But then, a violent gasp jolted me awake. I shot up in bed, my chest heaving, the scent of antiseptic replaced by cool air and familiar sunlight. I wasn't dead. My body was unblemished, my stomach flat. I was back in my old bedroom, a month before they framed me, a month before I was forced to marry Mark. Rage and betrayal solidified within me-not a fleeting flame, but an unshakeable stone. "Is everything ready for tonight?" my stepmother, Mrs. Davis, whispered downstairs, her voice sharp and calculating. "The drug is in the drink," Emily replied sweetly. "Once Chloe has it, we get her to the hotel room. A few photographers, a 'concerned' call to the Wilsons... and her reputation will be ruined forever." Their plan, so wicked and perfect, was laid bare, just as I remembered. Frame me, ruin me, force me into marriage, then erase me entirely. But this time, I knew their game. And this time, I wouldn't be a pawn. I would be the one setting the board.
Mommy, Who Is My Daddy?

Mommy, Who Is My Daddy?

Three men in her life... "Don't you have other things to do than follow every movement I make?" I flared at him as he trapped me against the wall, his breath fanning my face as his nose brushed slightly with mine. "Do you think I would make the mother of my son go around without protecting her? What if someth-" "Uncle Leo, do you want to kiss mummy? I'll close my eyes," Nathan's words made I and Leo snap our heads toward him. "No! We are not kissing," I say in shock. What could be worse than a betrayal from the people you love and trust the most? Layla's world crumbled before her very eyes when she caught her beloved best friend and husband in an affair in their matrimonial home and to top it all, her husband threw a divorce file at her with his signature on it already. Heartbroken, Layla found herself in a club ending up in a one-night stand with someone she knew nothing about. Layla left the country immediately to start her life afresh... A few years later, Layla is back with a cute little son and is determined to make all those that trample on her fall on their knees. She vows that she doesn't need anyone, but one thing is sure in her heart, 'REVENGE'. What happens when Layla is back to make her ex-husband and best friend regret what they did to her and also ends up meeting the real father of her son, who happens to be her ex-boyfriend? Will she give in to the desire of this handsome and powerful young man who happens to be her ex-boyfriend and is feared in the business world now and fulfill the wish of her son, who wants him as his daddy?
The Gym Owner's Secret

The Gym Owner's Secret

Our tenth anniversary. As I pulled up to our Hamptons estate, a small, perfectly wrapped gift in hand, I expected champagne and celebration. Instead, I found my husband, Ethan, with his executive assistant, Jessica Thorne. Not just talking. My world shattered. His response? A casual proposal for an "open marriage," laced with a sneer about my humble origins. The humiliation deepened when my own father, concerned only with a business deal with Ethan, blackmailed me with my mother's cherished apple orchard to ensure my "compliance." I was forced to play along, even delivering "documents" to Ethan's hotel suite where his mistress openly flaunted their affair. The torment escalated: Jessica, knowing my severe lily allergy, sent a massive bouquet that left me gasping for air, collapsing into anaphylactic shock. In the hospital, Ethan attempted to "cleanse" me with antiseptic, his chilling possessiveness on full display. How could my entire life, built on trust and love, crumble so cruelly? Why was I, the one who tried to hold everything together, constantly used and betrayed by everyone I loved? The injustice was suffocating. Just as Ethan, having coldly dismissed his pregnant mistress, returned to claim me as his sole "property," ready to trap me permanently, a seemingly ordinary gym owner named Mike intervened. But his kind eyes held a secret that was about to unravel Ethan' s twisted empire and rewrite the rules of my very existence.