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Charm Of A Cold Bodyguard

Charm Of A Cold Bodyguard

Sharlynn Willie Eisenhauer- the biological daughter of Heinz Othman Eisenhauer, was shocked to see her fiancé and step-sister making love in front of her. Heartbroken, she entered a nightclub and drank alcohol to calm herself. Half drunk, she was nearly assaulted by a man. Fortunately, she was saved by Sevariano Ricardo del Vecchio, the Kaufman's assistant and bodyguard, who happened to be there. Not wanting to be taken home, Richie was forced to take Sharlynn to his apartment. When she returned home, Sharlynn told her father everything. Unfortunately, it turns out that the father favours his step-sister and forces Sharlynn to give up Julian. Not wanting to show her downfall, Sharlynn forced Richie to marry her with threats. Richie refused, but at the insistence of the Kaufman Family, who still had family ties to the Eisenhauer family, the conditional marriage finally occurred. The two lived a loveless life. Richie's gentle and conciliatory behaviour gradually created love in Sharlynn's heart. However, something happened to Richie's grandfather, who was in Milan-Italy. The man was forced to take Sharlynn to meet his grandfather until the true identity of Richie's family was revealed. The disaster begins when the woman from Richie's past shows up and wants him back, so much so that she will do anything to keep Sharlynn and Richie apart. Will Richie and Sharlynn's marriage rekindle the love in their hearts? Can Sharlynn defend her marriage when the woman from her husband's past tries to destroy it?
A Con Called Love: His Wife's Betrayal

A Con Called Love: His Wife's Betrayal

The phone call came while I was at a teachers' conference, Gabby's best friend on the line, voice tight with fake concern. "Ethan, you need to come home. Gabby had to have emergency surgery. A ruptured appendix." I raced back through a brutal storm, only to find her hospital room filled with laughing friends. Gabby, groggy from anesthesia, smiled and said, "I need him. I can't sleep without him." A wave of relief washed over me, but then her eyes focused, and the warmth vanished. "Get away from me!" she screamed, recoiling. "You're not my husband! My husband is Caleb!" The room went silent, her friends avoiding my gaze, and in that sickening moment, I knew they all knew. She mumbled for Caleb, praising his "six-pack" that helped her sleep, then her eyes locked on mine one last time. "Pushover." Then he walked in, Caleb, and Gabby kissed him deeply, passionately, right in front of me, shattering my entire world. But the ultimate betrayal wasn't the kiss, it was the chilling discovery weeks later: my wife, pregnant, caressing her belly with her lover, laughing as she called me a "pushover" and planned to string me along for her empire's financial gain. My life, my love, our history-all a lie, a calculated con. The ice formed in my veins when I realized I was just her conveniently duped ATM. It was then, in that moment of absolute revulsion, that I knew I couldn't just walk away; I had to meticulously plan her downfall.
The Wedding That Never Was

The Wedding That Never Was

The last thing I remembered was the cold, seeping into my bones on the operating table, as doctors frantically tried to stop the hemorrhaging. Then, the words that shattered my world: "The baby… the baby can' t be saved." My baby, gone. And in a flash, I remembered my husband Liam' s venomous sneer just hours before, "If it' s some other man' s bastard, I' ll kill it myself." The pain of his words, worse than labor, twisted my love for my adoptive brother into pure hatred. I believed he had killed our child. Consumed by rage, I seized a scalpel and plunged it into his chest, gasping, "If my child dies, you' re dying with him." His eyes widened in despair, not anger, as consciousness faded. His frantic shouts echoed, "Save her! Get the best doctors… And find her the best lawyer… Don' t let her find out about her father. Let her hate me forever." Tears fell onto my cheek, hot and foreign. My father? What did he have to do with this? Then, darkness. "Do you, Ava Miller, take this man, Liam Hayes, to be your lawfully wedded husband?" My eyes snapped open. The blinding white of the operating room was gone. I was at the altar, clutching white roses, in a heavy wedding dress. Liam stood before me, young and handsome, looking exactly as he had ten years ago. Our wedding day. The day my nightmare began. I was back. He leaned in, his voice a low, impatient hiss, "Ava, what are you doing? Say 'I do.' Don' t make a scene." The same cold tone, the same barely-veiled annoyance. Nothing had changed. I saw Sarah Johnson in the second row, feigning heartbreak, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. Liam' s innocent victim. Then it all crashed down. Liam' s final words, his protection, Sarah' s true manipulation, my father' s death-it was all a misunderstanding, a mountain of lies. I had died because of it once. I wouldn't walk back into that cage. "No. I don' t."