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The Anniversary Betrayal

The Anniversary Betrayal

The music was thumping, a forced celebration for our third wedding anniversary, but all I wanted was to give Olivia the velvet box in my pocket. Instead, I pushed through the crowd to find her, radiant, but not looking at me – she was looking at Liam Hayes, her childhood best friend. Then, Liam dropped to one knee, holding a diamond ring, and asked my wife to marry him. My blood ran cold as her friends cheered, chanting, "Say yes!" and Olivia giggled, touching his face without a word of protest. When I finally confronted them, Liam mocked me, and Olivia dismissed it as "just a game." Before I could react, Liam feigned an ankle injury, and Olivia, with an ugly scowl I' d never seen before, pushed me away, shouting that I' d ruined her party. I stumbled, my feet tangled, and the world tilted. I woke up at the bottom of the stairs, my leg screaming, the house silent. My wife, on our anniversary, had left me there, bleeding and broken, to care for a man who faked an injury. At the hospital, Liam intercepted the paramedics' call, claiming I was drunk and Olivia was too busy caring for his "bad ankle." Then Olivia called, not to check on me, but to accuse me of pulling a "stunt" for attention, and demanding I apologize to Liam. The doctor' s grim prognosis-a tibia fractured in two places, a permanent limp-crushed me. But the real blow was realizing Olivia had been actively preventing a pregnancy for a year, all while pretending to dream of a family with me. How could I have been so blind? How could the woman who once called me her hero leave me to bleed? Lying in that sterile hospital bed, ignored and abandoned, a cold, unwavering certainty settled within me: it was over. I couldn't do this anymore. I would cut every tie, sever every connection, and rebuild my life, far away from the wreckage of our marriage.
His Secret Wife, My Broken Heart
The Price Of His Choices

The Price Of His Choices

My husband, David Chen, casually destroyed my grandmother' s locket-a cherished family heirloom-in the garbage disposal, just to appease his childhood friend, Jessica Lee. That same day, I packed my bags, took our son Leo, and left. Three years later, back in the city as a jewelry designer, I found myself face-to-face with David at a prestigious competition. He was still the arrogant tech mogul, seemingly surprised I wasn' t struggling. He tried to buy me back, offering diamonds, believing money could fix his broken character. Then his assistant, Jessica, slinked up, mocking my simple dress and implying I was a gold digger, desperate for David' s lifestyle. She then deliberately spilled red wine on my priceless Antoine Dubois dress. As if that wasn' t enough, she maliciously tossed my custom-made, diamond-studded anniversary bracelet-a gift from my new husband, Michael Thompson-into a public trash can, mirroring David' s cruel act from years ago. The audacity of their insults, their absolute contempt for my worth, and the calculated destruction of something deeply personal infuriated me. How could they be so blind, so utterly convinced of their superiority, while standing on property owned by my husband and insulting his wife, a judge of the very competition they were attending? Just as Jessica raised her hand to slap me, a strong hand caught her wrist. "What do you think you' re doing to my wife?" Michael Thompson' s voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the silence. My new life, built on respect and true love, was about to shatter their illusion of power.
The Billionaire's Heartbeat

The Billionaire's Heartbeat

When struggling artist Ava Harper accidentally collides with billionaire tech mogul Damian Cross on a rainy New York morning, their worlds couldn't seem further apart. Ava's life revolves around her passion for art, scraping by to make ends meet, while Damian is a cold, calculated visionary at the helm of a global empire. But their chance meeting sparks an unexpected connection that neither of them can ignore. Intrigued by Ava's talent and sincerity, Damian offers her a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to design a centerpiece for his new philanthropic project, a state-of-the-art art and tech hub meant to inspire creativity. Despite their stark differences, the two are drawn to each other, unraveling the guarded secrets behind Damian's stoic exterior and Ava's quiet resilience. As their partnership blossoms, Ava begins to see the man behind the billion dollar empire one shaped by loss, ambition, and a hidden vulnerability. Meanwhile, Damian finds himself captivated by Ava's raw authenticity, something money and power could never buy. But as their personal and professional worlds intertwine, they face mounting challenges: public scrutiny, rivalries that threaten Damians empire, and Avas fears of losing herself in his powerful orbit. Together, they must navigate the delicate balance between ambition, love, and the courage to take a leap of faith. In The Billionaire's Heartbeat, passion collides with purpose, and two souls from different worlds discover that sometimes the heart beats louder than anything money can buy.
I'm Just Your Wife On Paper

I'm Just Your Wife On Paper

"Lazel Hyrroz," I said her name firmly and coldly. I followed him until we entered his room. He unbuttoned his uniform after collapsing, dropping his backpack on the bed. "I'm tired. Don't bother me now," he told me coldly without looking at me. "That's why I'm asking you why you're here now and where did you go to come home at this hour?" I asked strictly. He completely took off his white polo shirt and left only the shirt he was wearing. "You know? You have so many roles in my life," he mockingly promised and faced me. His face was still emotionless and he didn't change the way he looked at me, as if he could see my soul as well. "You are no longer just a mother, sister and brother. Now, your role is that of a strict father who waited for his own son who didn't come home last night but only now thought of going home," he added at length and even grinned. "You've grown up, Lazel Hyrroz. Even if you are no longer in the power of your parents, remember that there is one more person who will worry about you," I stated the fact. "You? Are you the person who will worry about me? I'm just your wife on paper and I didn't ask you to worry about me. I told you from the very beginning not to interfere with me and I will do the same to you," he promised firmly. That's how he really is. His heart is so hard and he really doesn't care about me or even my feelings. “Lazel Hyrroz...” "If you have nothing more to say, go out, Grandma?" he said with an insult in his voice. This time he called me Grandma. I just sighed because of his bad behavior and his bad treatment of me. I turned back when he finally took off his white shirt. "You've already seen my body, so why are you still avoiding me? You liked what we did last night, didn't you? You took advantage of me while I was out of my mind and drunk," he insulted me and it was as if those words just slapped me. My chest rose and fell violently because of my shortness of breath. "Before you go to sleep, take a shower or wash your body and if you haven't eaten, just heat up the food I cooked earlier," I said and I heard her loud chuckle again and the bed moving, a sign that he sat there. "Yes, Manang." I closed my eyes tightly because of him calling me. I went to the door of his room and closed it softly. I stopped for a moment in front of the door and leaned. The corners of my eyes are burning and I feel like crying. Heavy in the chest. Is that why he just came home now? Because in over a year something happened to us only once? We were both drunk and I don't even remember what we did. I'm really asking myself. How long will we be like this, Lazel Hyrroz? When I wake up every morning, my uniform is neatly ironed on the sofa bed. Even my black shoes are ready. In the kitchen, there is food already prepared and there is a sticky note on the fridge. I took it and read what was written. His penmanship is neat and beautiful. Even so, I still don't like it. "Don't forget to eat your breakfast before you go to school, Lazel Hyrroz." Calysta After I read that I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trashbin. I opened the fridge and got cold water. I opened the lid and took out the contents. I even looked at the breakfast that was ready on the table but like I often do, I didn't touch it and I didn't even eat. I entered the university with an empty stomach. It's okay, Hanemira often makes fun of me. So I only eat my breakfast at school. "You didn't have breakfast again, did you?" I just smiled at his question and smiled slowly. At the same time he held my hand and gave me the spoon. "I still cooked that." His cooking was not that good but I still appreciated it. Because...she's the only girl I want. When I got home, I expected to find him sitting in the living room. He was drinking coffee and busy with his laptop again. "You didn't eat your breakfast again. You didn't even touch them," he told me. The corners of my lips rose. As long as he always said that to me, I memorized those words. "Who told you to cook my breakfast?" I asked him and I heard him sigh again. In fact, I have no feelings for him. I don't like her and I will never love a woman who is ten years apart from each other. We only got married because he was richer than my family and our company only needed him. That is the only reason why I put up with this crowded home. I ignored him and went up the stairs but before that I stopped to ask him about this matter. "For you, what is love?" He suddenly turned to me and was obviously confused as to why I asked him that. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked me back. "I just want to know your opinion. What is love for you?" I asked, curious to know his opinion. What is his view on love? "Love destroys a person's life." I raised an eyebrow at what he said. In what way is it damaging? "When it comes to your life, you will feel the gradual destruction of your life." "What a mess you said. I don't understand anything," I said. He stared at
Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret

Reborn at Thirty: His Ultimate Regret

The piercing beep of the carbon monoxide detector was the last sound I heard on Christmas Eve, my thirtieth birthday. Then, a searing pain, and I gasped awake, not in my cold, dark apartment, but in a sterile, bright hospital room, giving birth. I was twenty-five again, watching Liam, my charismatic husband, and his perfectly coiffed mother, Brenda, barely acknowledge our newborn son, Leo. I remembered my first life: Liam' s growing indifference, sacrificing my culinary dreams for a love that was never returned, watching my son embrace another woman. The pain of that life, more real than the lingering ache of childbirth, burned in my gut: I vowed I would not live that life again. When Chloe, the woman Liam had left me for, showed up at our door, ostensibly as a "colleague," and I overheard Liam confessing that I was nothing more than "the next best thing," "a substitute." My heart shattered, but this time, it forged ice. When Liam sabotaged my return to the culinary world, taking the restaurant opportunity I had secured and handing it to Chloe, then poaching my entire team, all to publicly humiliate me. The numbness shattered, replaced by a white-hot, furious clarity: This was war. I walked into his office, saw Chloe perched on his desk, and told him, "Liam, I want a divorce." He followed me to Paris, trying to reclaim me, but I refused, winning the culinary competition he' d tried to sabotage. I knew, with sickening certainty, that he had lost the best part of himself. I built my own kingdom, and the future was a blank page, and for the first time, I was the one holding the pen.
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.
Love After The Betrayal

Love After The Betrayal

Tomorrow was supposed to be my divorce day, marking the end of a three-year contract marriage to Olivia Hayes, the woman I hopelessly loved. But tonight, walking into Liam Peterson' s lavish penthouse, I found myself facing the man who' d effortlessly stolen my life, and the woman I called my wife. I' d just signed away my rights to her, believing it was for her well-being, only to be told by Liam that my entire marriage was a sham, a mere placeholder until he returned. He bragged about how Olivia despised my touch, how every thoughtful gesture she made-from the white roses to redecorating my office-was secretly a homage to him. Each revelation was a calculated strike, exposing me as the ultimate fool. The world tilted as I stumbled out, the image of Olivia' s social media post-her hand intertwined with his, declaring "Finally back where I belong. #truelove #reunited"-searing into my soul. I was nothing to her, less than nothing. But later, when Olivia' s grandfather beat me savagely for defending her honor, and I saw her obliviously texting Liam outside, something inside me snapped. The pain, the humiliation, the years of one-sided devotion-it all coalesced into a cold, hard resolve. I would no longer be a ghost in my own life. I would leave, taking what was left of my shattered heart, and build a new life for myself, without Olivia Hayes. Then, she called, frantic that Liam was cold. She demanded I give him the cashmere coat I bought as a symbol of my own hard-won success. The old me would have handed it over, but that man was dead. I' d give her the coat, but it would be the very last thing I ever gave her.