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I Once Loved My Foster Brother

I Once Loved My Foster Brother

For ten years, I lived a lie, pretending to be part of the wealthy Peterson family who took me in after my parents died. I, Scarlett Hayes, the orphan they graciously adopted, secretly cherished a forbidden love for their son, Brandon. My carefully guarded world shattered on my eighteenth birthday when I finally confessed my feelings. "I… I love you. Not like a sister," I stammered, only to be met with his cold, dismissive laugh. "Scarlett, don' t be ridiculous. You' re my sister. That' s all you' ll ever be." His words clipped my wings, but my foolish heart clung to hope for four more years, enduring his casual cruelties. The final blow came when his new girlfriend, Tiffany Chen, publicly humiliated me at his birthday party, accusing me of something I didn' t do. Instead of defending me, Brandon slapped me across the face in front of everyone, his act a brutal testament to his indifference. The pain, both physical and emotional, was a constant throb. How could the boy who once promised to protect me become my tormentor? How could I have been so blind, so foolishly devoted to someone who saw me as nothing more than a burden, a "guest" in his perfect life? And why did he give away the last piece of my dead parents to her, the music box, as if I simply didn't exist? But that slap, that utter dismissal, became my turning point. I had to choose myself. With a full scholarship to London for art, my true passion, I packed my single suitcase. I was done loving him. I was leaving, a one-way ticket to a new life where I would finally be free.
The Marriage Proposal

The Marriage Proposal

🔶Blurb 🔶 What will you do when you are in power?? When the world can fall under your feet because of the authority you possessed.. For me? I will take that opportunity and sought for more power but did you know what Andrew William did? He feeds and ripped off from the poor ones who had nothing as material things to offer to him but prefer to get something valuable from the poor people's life. Meet Andrew William.. A filthy rich 31 years old billionaire and a business tycoon who can get whatever he wants with just words from his mouth,, Cruel, arrogant, wicked, proud.. any bad words could describe him. He is the type of man who sleeps with women, womanizing with them.. He is powerful, have connections and people fall and beg for mercy at his feet when he is offended.. Also, meet Rose Walter, a 29 years old stubborn but easy going lady who works as a waitress in a famous bar in Los Angeles Rose's parents were in big debt in the hands of Andrew William. They were loaned a huge sum amount of money but couldn't pay back cos their status. Months passed,, and Andrew William requested for their most cherished daughter, but this time he couldn't get what he wants,, Rose denied his proposal even after being convinced by his parents. Rose has a one sided love to his biggest rival and enemy, Robert suntherland, a gang leader of the most notorious gang in the city,, the cops dare not bring him to book. They were being feared and avoided. Robert who is a dangerous gang leader and is known to work for high classes and politicians kills and assassinate people.. He takes nothing for granted but has a weak spot.. he get to fall in love with women easily. He suddenly died one sunny morning. What killed him has been a mystery to everyone in the city.. ******* But can Andrew get his hands on Rose Walter?? Robert's betrothed lover? Will rose accept his marriage proposal? What and who killed Robert suntherland? Let's find out.
Not His Story Anymore

Not His Story Anymore

Olivia stood in our penthouse, divorce papers clutched in her hand. New York City lights glittered outside, a familiar backdrop. But for me, this wasn't just déjà vu; it was a living nightmare I' d already survived. My heart didn't race, my hands didn't shake. I knew this scene too well. The last time, she came with tears, begging me to save Liam, her dead best friend' s brother, from a minor scandal. I refused, convinced she' d choose me. That choice led to my utter destruction: a framed accusation, a mysterious illness dismissed as "stress," and eventually, the pills that almost ended it all. Now, the cycle was spinning again. Liam, a rising influencer, caught in yet another scandalous "intimate moment" with Olivia. Her sustainable fashion brand' s IPO was on the line, and #OliversBoyToy was trending. My wife stood before me, trembling, just as I remembered, "Ethan, we need to do this. For Liam. For Aura. It' s just strategic." Liam stood behind her, a triumphant smirk on his face. He' d won again. A strange calm settled over me then - the calm of a man who had faced the absolute worst and survived. The sheer audacity, the blatant replay of a script that nearly killed me, filled me not with anger, but with a cold, clear recognition. How could I ever be enough for someone who constantly chose this parasitic man over me? When I said, "Okay, I' ll sign them," Olivia stared, her mouth agape, expecting a fight. But I had one crucial condition, a non-negotiable term for this final act: "Once this is done, you never contact me again. We' re done. For good." This time, I choose my own ending. This time, I walk away.
The Debt Collector's Wife

The Debt Collector's Wife

My life was a carefully constructed story, and I was its star. Elara Caldwell, the graceful "American Princess" adored by the public. An investigative journalist, married to rising Congressman Julian, our life was a perfect Georgetown fairytale. Seven months pregnant, I believed I had it all. Then, one quiet night, a live stream from Julian's "charity poker game" changed everything. He wasn't betting money with senators and lobbyists. He was betting "the exclusive rights to a dossier. Kompromat. On my wife." My name, my life, was being auctioned off. He planned to leak fabricated dirt, declare me mentally unstable, seize my assets, and gain full custody of our unborn son. His chilling motive: "This is for Scarlett. It's time to collect the debt." Julian returned home, his face a perfect mask of affection, while taunting texts and media alerts painted me as unraveling. He forced sedatives on me, trapping me in our "perfect" home. The immense stress became a physical weight, and I collapsed in the nursery. I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my hand flying to a now-flat stomach. Our baby was gone. Through the slightly ajar door, I heard Julian' s furious voice, not grieving, but raging about political timing, eager to spin my tragedy for his gain. His "love" was a practiced act, his ambition a poison. I was not his wife; I was a placeholder. My unborn son, a final payment in a twisted game I never knew I was playing. The tears stopped. An icy resolve settled within me, replacing the hollow emptiness. I looked at the monster masquerading as my loving husband. And I began to plan.