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Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

Carrying His Heir: The Unwanted Wife's Escape

On the night of our third anniversary, I prepared a lavish candlelit dinner, waiting for my husband, Julian, to come home. But when he finally walked through the door, he didn't even look at the table. He just coldly ordered me to go to the hospital to donate blood for Seraphina, the woman he had always kept close. When I refused, he left me alone in the storm and spent the night guarding her. The next day, he accused me of leaking her hospital location to the paparazzi. To "protect" her, he brazenly moved Seraphina into our marital estate. When I packed my bags to leave, Seraphina intentionally faked a fall in the hallway. Julian didn't hesitate. He violently shoved me out of the way to catch her. My lower back slammed hard against the solid wood doorframe. I gasped in pain, clutching my stomach, while he glared at me with murderous rage. "If you say one word to my family about her, I will destroy the orphanage you grew up in." I looked at the man I had loved with a desperate passion for three years, cradling a manipulative liar in his arms. My heart turned entirely to ash. He didn't know that my hands were trembling not from fear, but from the terror of losing what was inside me. I had just found out I was six weeks pregnant with his child. I slowly stood up, hiding the ultrasound photo deep in my bag. This time, I didn't argue or cry. I just drove away from the estate, silently vowing that I would disappear and he would never see this child.
The Billionaire's Secret Ten Year Obsession

The Billionaire's Secret Ten Year Obsession

Brooke was supposed to marry her fiancé, Gaven, in less than twenty-four hours to secure her sick mother's corporate legacy. But the night before the wedding, she followed a mysterious text to a hotel suite, only to find Gaven pressing her half-sister against a sofa. Through the crack in the door, she recorded their sickening moans and their cold conspiracy to drain her mother's company the moment the marriage papers were signed. At the altar the next day, Brooke didn't say "I do." Instead, she hijacked the church's projector, broadcasting their sex tape and offshore fraud documents to hundreds of wealthy guests. But instead of supporting her, her own father stormed the altar and slapped her across the face with brutal force. He cared more about the corporate merger than his daughter, threatening to blacklist her from the industry, while Gaven vowed to completely destroy her. Bleeding and stripped of her family ties, Brooke walked out into a freezing downpour, completely isolated against a powerful family ready to ruin her sick mother's life's work. She had no money, no allies, and nowhere to go. Just as a furious Gaven chased her into the street, a massive black Maybach sliced through the rain and pulled up in front of her. Inside sat Foster Pruitt, the ruthless, terrifying billionaire whose life she had accidentally saved from a car wreck the night before. Knowing he desperately needed a wife to secure his own empire, Brooke climbed into his car and looked at the most dangerous man in the city. "Marry me."
Runaway Lover: Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire

Runaway Lover: Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire

For fifteen years, I thought my mother had died in a tragic fire. Then the wealthy Ross family's butler knocked on my door, revealing she was alive—locked away in the psychiatric annex of their massive estate. I rushed into the lion's den to save her, only to run straight into Graydon Ross, the ruthless billionaire CEO. He looked at my cheap clothes with pure disgust, convinced I was a bottom-feeding scammer trying to extort his family. "Throw this bitch out into the snow." He ordered his armed guards to drag me away, completely cutting off my only chance to see my mentally broken mother. But as he violently grabbed my collar to throw me out, I saw a custom eagle-head cufflink hanging from his coat pocket. My blood turned to ice, and a wave of paralyzing terror crashed over me. Eight months ago, I accidentally slept with a masked stranger in a pitch-black hotel room and fled before dawn. That cufflink belonged to him. The man who took my virginity—the Wall Street tyrant I had been hiding from—was Graydon Ross. If he ever found out I was that woman, he would literally destroy my life. But to save my mother, I couldn't be thrown out. When his grandmother suddenly appeared, I dropped to the floor, exposed the dark bruises Graydon had just left on my wrists, and sobbed. I framed the billionaire for assault to secure my place in the mansion, forcing myself to live right next door to the monster whose bed I had fled.
The One Night Mistake

The One Night Mistake

Emily Wilson's life was a ticking time bomb, and she knew it. One fateful night with billionaire CEO Alexander "Lex" Thompson had left her with a secret that could destroy everything. Pregnant and alone, she'd made a desperate choice - hiding the truth from her new partner, Jack, and raising their child together. But the past refused to stay buried. Lex's return sent Emily's world into a tailspin. She received a chilling message - "I know your secret" - and knew she had to act fast. That's when she turned to Ryan, a charismatic operative with his own reasons for wanting Lex brought down. Together, they hatched a plan to take down Lex and shatter the chains of his blackmail. But Emily had no idea that Ryan was leading a double life - working undercover for Lex, feeding him intel, and manipulating her every move. As the stakes grew higher, Emily's relationships began to fray. Her partnership with Jack, once strong and supportive, now felt like a fragile thread, threatening to snap at any moment. Her medical practice suffered, too, as the weight of her secrets bore down on her. She knew she couldn't keep her secret hidden forever, but the thought of revealing the truth was paralyzing. Lex's presence loomed larger, his influence seeping into every aspect of Emily's life like a slow-moving poison. She suspected he was manipulating those around her, using his vast resources to turn her loved ones against her. With Ryan's betrayal lurking in the shadows, Emily's fate hung in the balance. Would she be able to shield her family from the wrath of her past, or would the truth destroy everything she held dear? The clock was ticking, and Emily's world was about to implode. As she navigated this treacherous landscape, Emily couldn't shake the feeling that she was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. Every move she made seemed to lead her further down the rabbit hole, with no escape in sight. And then, just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, Emily discovered a shocking truth - Ryan's betrayal was just the tip of the iceberg. Lex had been playing a long game, manipulating events from behind the scenes to bring Emily to her knees. With her world crumbling around her, Emily knew she had to act fast. She couldn't let Lex win, no matter the cost. Summoning every last ounce of strength and determination, she launched a final, desperate bid to take him down. But as the dust settled, Emily realized the truth was far more complex than ever imagined. Lex's motivations were shrouded in mystery, and Ryan's betrayal was just one piece of a larger puzzle. In the end, Emily emerged scarred but stronger, her secrets laid bare and her heart forever changed. She knew that she'd never be able to go back to the way things were before, but she was determined to forge a new path, one that would lead her to redemption and forgiveness.
The Between Love And Hate

The Between Love And Hate

I'm tired. It's not just because Chanel and I fought with Rius. I know he will choose her and not me. And I know that he will be more angry when he finds out that I was the reason why Chanel was rushed to the hospital. I didn't mean what happened but I feel that he won't believe me either, because the circulation between me and his best friend is always like that, I don't want to be jealous because at least he's young but why does there have to be a choice? Is he always? Why does he always have to come first when it comes to the two of us? This is so unfair. And it makes me feel like I'm the one who's a third party. That's why when the door of his penthouse opened and he was the one who opened it, I immediately stood up from my seat. "Where have you been?" I asked him. He didn't answer. He just went straight, got some water, drank it and put the glass down on the sink without even looking at me. "Are you from him?" I asked weakly. His tired eyes looked at me. It was full of emotions. Anger, regret, and most of all remorse. "What did you do to him?" He asked me. His voice was cold and full of fatigue, and pain. "I didn't—" "You hurt her!" He cut me off. I was so shocked about his sudden outburst. The glass he was holding fell and hit the floor. "I didn't hurt her.... I'm j-just—" "You just?..." He asked strongly, very angry and stepped closer to me. "You hurt her with your words! You know she has Leukemia! But what did you do!" I've never seen him this angry. If I was only a boy, maybe he would have hurt me. And d*mn it! My tears started to fall. I'm crying in front of him. The thought of him will hurt me just because of Chanel made my heart break into pieces.