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Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Husband

Reborn To Ruin My Billionaire Husband

I died on the cold delivery table, bleeding out while the heart monitor flatlined. Through the blinding surgical lights, I heard my husband Damon's cold, final order to the doctors. "The child is the priority." He didn't care about my life. To him, I was just a vessel to produce an heir, a tool to fulfill his prenuptial clause and secure his billionaire empire. While I took my last agonizing breath, he was already planning his future with his fragile, theatrical mistress, Jasmin. In my past life, when he first brought her into our home claiming she was a helpless victim, I shattered. I screamed, threw vases, and played the hysterical wife perfectly. My desperate pleas for his affection only gave him the exact weapons he needed to ruin my reputation, isolate me, and ultimately force me onto that fatal delivery bed. Until my very last moment, the suffocating pain in my chest wasn't just physical. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could treat my death like a simple business transaction. Why was my absolute devotion rewarded with a carefully calculated execution? But then, my eyes snapped open. I was sitting on the edge of my king-sized bed, exactly three years before my death. From downstairs, I heard Damon's voice echoing in the foyer, bringing Jasmin into our home for the very first time. This time, the scream building in my chest turned to ice. I didn't cry or throw a fit. Instead, I calmly swallowed a secret birth control pill, smiled at his mistress, and dialed the most ruthless divorce lawyer in Manhattan.
Fragile Ties Of Fate

Fragile Ties Of Fate

"Fragile Ties Of Fate" is a contemporary tragedy story set in a modern city, centered around the themes of love and loss. The two main characters, Nur and Zulfa, navigate their respective journeys against the backdrop of their complex personalities and backgrounds. Nur, a confident, decise, competitive, socialble and ambitious software designer, comes from a middle-class family. He is a handsome and tall man with a mesomorphic build, beard, chocolate skin, a penchant for formal clothing, and a dedication to fitness, he is motivated by his quest for success and financial stability. His internal conflict arises as he must reconcile his personal interest with his professional growth. Zulfa, the director of her father's company, hails from an upper-class family. She is a beautiful woman with an average height, endomorphic build, long hair, fair complexion, and a penchant for casual clothing, she is determined, expressive, rude, social, cold hearted and adventurous. Zulfa's motivations stem from her ambition and desire for independence, as she strives to become self-reliant. However, she faces an internal conflict rooted in her past. The story also features supporting characters such as Amir, Nur's friend; Alhaji Mahmud, Zulfa's father; Fatimah and Sumeiyah, Zulfa's friends; and Sumeiyah, who happens to be Amir's crush. The conflicts within the narrative begin with Nur's desire for revenge. After being humiliated by his boss, who turns out to be the lady who slapped him on his first day of work, Nur plans to use her and then discard her as he bet with his friend. The second conflict revolves around a project launch assigned to Nur, which he sees as an opportunity to gain his boss's respect and attention, ultimately aiding his plan. Another conflict arises from Zulfa's cold-heartedness toward her father, rooted in a past mistake that deeply affected their lives. Despite her father's efforts to seek forgiveness, Zulfa remains stubborn and resentful until his eventual passing, which prompts her to reevaluate her choices and personal growth. It is during this period that Nur seizes the opportunity to grow closer to her. The fourth conflict emerges when Nur's involvement with a cult during his university years comes back to haunt him. Threats from former cult members disrupt his life, leading Zulfa to employ her power and her father's influence to help him overcome the ordeal. As Nur and Zulfa become more intertwined, the fifth conflict arises when Nur's initial intentions transform into genuine feelings of love. Nur's perception of Zulfa changes as he gets to know her better, while Zulfa finds solace and liberation in his presence. The sixth conflict revolves around Sumeiyah unrequited love for Amir, Sumeiyah visits Zulfa's office and captures Amir's heart. After numerous attempts, Amir musters the courage to confess his feelings, only to face rejection as Sumeiyah has already fallen for Nur. The final conflict, which drives the story to its conclusion, begins when Zulfa introduces Nur to her friends. Sumeiyah becomes infatuated with him and makes advances. Unintentionally, Amir reveals Nur's initial intentions to Sumeiyah, who, heartbroken, discloses the information to Zulfa and she was heartbroken. Ultimately, the story "Fragile Ties Of Fate" explores the complexities of love, personal growth, and the consequences of misunderstandings, culminating in a heart-wrenching climax.
The Wild Night With a Red Flag

The Wild Night With a Red Flag

My heart felt heavy. I feel sadness, pain and frustration. I thought he only wanted me? He promised to wait for me but why? why he was kissing another guy and looked at him like he's the most precious thing in the world? What a j*rk! I thought he was different from his brother but in my perception right now he's the worst. I consumed a bottle of wine which is beyond my limitation. I don't care anymore. I just want to feel numb. I just want to forget. I want to escape from this kind of pain. I looked around, dim lights with the wild beat of music. People's been dancing and gr*nding their bodies to their content. Some are on the corner making out without inhibitions. I laughed, should I dance too? and gr*nd my body like they did? making out with some stranger? Can I forget that? My eyes darted at the man who had been staring at me. His hazel eyes are piercing through my systems. His jaw was clenching. He wears the same suit earlier, it looks perfect to his body but not to the tattoo that covered half of his neck. I didn't know how I came to him with my drunken state. I scanned his face, I felt like a fool looking up at his height. He's undeniably handsome, every detail of his face was made perfectly. I don't know how many minutes we stared at each other. He didn't say a word, he just kept on staring at me. I laughed. My heart is broken and this man in front of me is the best choice to distract myself from the pain I felt. I guess he knows how to make me forget just for tonight. He's an expert btw, it's not a bad idea. Without further ado, I grabbed his neck and brought his lips to mine. He stilled and didn't move. I bit his lower lip to give myself an opening and slid my tongue inside his mouth to tease him. He still didn't move so I grabbed his thing down there and I felt him go rigid and sighed. He pulled away from my kiss and looked at me with hunger. "What do you think you're doing?" he asked strongly and angrily. I chuckled and it turns to laugh. "Wait, are you crying?" I felt his thumb wiping the liquid from my eyes. I shook my head. Tf with me? I cried? I laughed again. "Are you drunk dummy?" I shook my head. "No.. nonono, just tipsy." I smiled at him and reached his nape to kiss him again. I pouted when he didn't respond. WTF? I know he likes it too. "Why are you not kissing me back? Kiss me too!" I'm like a child complaining. "Dmn man! Don't start a fire will yah? I'll take you home." he whispered near my ear that sent a tingling sensation in my stomach. I mo*ned and in no time I squeezed his ar*. He gro*ned and owned my lips. He devoured it hungrily like he was gonna swallow me whole. The heat inside me rose. I like this feeling, I want some of this. I follow how his tongue moves. Blazing a burning fire between the two of us. His kisses became slow and gentle as he lifted me up with both my legs on his waist, my arms on his nape and my head on his shoulder. He started walking and whispered.. "You'll regret asking for it dummy."
Five Years As A DoorMat Wife: Her Time To Shine

Five Years As A DoorMat Wife: Her Time To Shine

*For five years, Silver Winters endured everything.* *The mistresses. The humiliation. The cold indifference of a husband who saw her as nothing more than a convenient trophy. All because she had saved his life and hence requested for a marriage as payment and due to his parents being traditionalists, they accepted the deal.* *Then came the night of the accident-the night Seris chose to save his best friend, a petite sick patient instead of his wife.* *Silver died in that icy river.* *But she woke up five years earlier, on the morning of her wedding day.* *This time, she's not walking down the aisle.* This time, she's rewriting every rule.She is no longer the dumb princess who thought true love was everything and she was going to live happily ever after with her prince charming. She wasn't going to cling onto someone who never wanted her in the first place. *With the knowledge of five years of betrayal burned into her memory, Silver sets out to reclaim everything she lost: her career, her confidence, and her chance at real love.* *But her cold CEO husband seems... different this time.* *"Why didn't you marry me? This has been your childhood dream" Seris demands, cornering her at a business gala.* *Silver smiles, unbothered. "I decided I'm worth more than being someone's doormat."* *As she builds her empire and attracts the attention of powerful new allies, Seris realizes what he lost.* *But Silver is already three steps ahead.* *And this time, she's the one holding all the cards.*
The Wrong Groom

The Wrong Groom

Marlowe Reyes wakes up the morning after her wedding warm, happy, and certain her husband is asleep beside her. Then her phone rings. It's Adrian's voice, apologizing for missing the wedding night, stuck at the airport overnight. He asks if his brother made it home safe to help her with the bags. She turns and looks at the man still sleeping next to her. Same face. Same hands that touched her all night. Wrong man. Lucian Castellan is the twin nobody in this family talks about. The brother they all act like is dead. He won't explain why he was in that house, or why he let her believe he was someone else the whole night through. All he gives her is a warning. Don't tell Adrian he's back. Marlowe married into the Castellan family to save her father's failing company and his failing health. She didn't sign up for this. But the secret she's keeping isn't the only one in that house. Adrian is hiding a betrayal of his own, one that could destroy the family from the inside. And Lucian's exile wasn't an accident. Someone close to Marlowe helped bury him alive years ago. As the truth unravels one piece at a time, Marlowe finds herself torn between the husband she married and the man she can't stop wanting, caught in a web of lies, debt, and old family wounds that go back further than her wedding day. Every answer she finds only opens a worse question. Some marriages start with a lie. This one started with the wrong man in her bed, and there's no version of the truth that doesn't cost her something.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​
Trading Passion With The Ruthless Tycoon

Trading Passion With The Ruthless Tycoon

Chloe was drowning in crushing debt and a rare neurological condition that made her skin agonize for a touch she couldn't bear. That was until her mysterious neighbor, Julian, stepped in. He saved her from a predatory client by beating the man half to death, secured her a $20,000 payout, and miraculously cured her tormenting condition with a single, desperate night in her bed. But Julian was dangerous. He drove a Bentley, had the police turning a blind eye to his violence, and hid dark secrets behind a handyman disguise. Terrified by his world and the absolute control he had over her body, Chloe panicked. The morning after he tenderly held her together, she pulled out her checkbook. She handed him a check for $500. "For your service. It was excellent," she said coldly, treating the lethal man like a cheap escort. His vulnerable expression shattered, replaced by a look of profound hurt and ice-cold rage. He slammed her door, vanishing from her life. Almost immediately, her skin began to burn again, and her career stalled. The brutal realization hit her: she had driven away the only person who could anchor her. But why did a man with such immense wealth and power pretend to be a blue-collar worker just to get close to her in the first place? Desperate, she wired him another $500 to force a reaction. Late that night, as she stood nervously at a convenience store counter buying boxes of condoms, a low, triumphant voice whispered in her ear. "Preparing for next time?"