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The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

I was just a placeholder, a warm body in silk sheets to keep the bed from getting cold while my billionaire "owner," Garrick Head, dreamt of another man’s wife. To the world, I was Ever Wells, the lucky girl he’d plucked from obscurity, but in reality, I was a doll on a 145-day contract, counting every second until I could disappear. Everything shattered when a burner phone buzzed in my hand with a message that turned my blood to ice: "I know your secret, Everly." My real name was the one thing I had buried to protect my four-year-old son, Leo, who was hidden in a cramped apartment in Queens. Just as the blackmailer closed in, Leo’s asthma flared into a life-threatening fever, and the medication he needed cost thousands I didn't have. When I tried to siphon money to save him, Garrick sensed my desperation and froze my credit cards, mocking my "poverty" and demanding I crawl back to his bed to earn his favor. The nightmare intensified at a high-society gala when Clarence Frazier, a dangerous ghost from my past, cornered me. He mouthed my real name in front of the cameras, his eyes promising to tear my fake life apart. Garrick’s possessiveness turned violent as he broke a man’s jaw for insulting me, yet in the same breath, he reminded me I was nothing but a "rented whore" he’d bought off a shelf. I had to smile while he kissed me and detach my mind while he touched me, all while siphoning pennies into a hidden account. He thought he could finalize my imprisonment with a twenty-million-dollar apartment on Central Park West, calling it a gift when it was really just a heavier lock on my golden cage. "I don't want to save the world," I whispered to the empty, marble penthouse after he fell asleep. "I just want to save my son." With a predator from my past watching my every move and a master who treated me like a pet, I realized I couldn't wait for my contract to end. I had to run tonight, or Leo and I would both die in this cage.
Why does love feels so uncomfortable

Why does love feels so uncomfortable

-- Lara Smith, the only daughter of the influential Smith family, had never truly owned her life. Even though she was born into wealth and privilege, her parents saw her less as a daughter and more as a bargaining chip. When their company teetered on the edge of bankruptcy, they used her as collateral in a desperate deal - a move that would entangle her with two men, William and Rufus, both chosen for her benefit, though she felt nothing for them. Her heart, however, had always belonged elsewhere. The day Tomson - her childhood sweetheart - returned, old emotions came rushing back. It felt like destiny had given her a second chance at love. But that chance turned to ruin. Tomson shattered her, playing her heart like a pawn in a chess game, using her vulnerabilities against her until she was left broken and humiliated. In the wreckage of her trust, Liam appeared. Unlike anyone she had ever known, Liam was patient, kind, and unwavering. He didn't just speak of love - he proved it in every gesture, every glance, every word. Slowly, he rebuilt her faith in something she thought had died forever. With him, she began to heal, to dream, and to believe again. Then tragedy struck. A plane crash. Liam was gone. The news ripped through her like a blade, leaving her hollow and numb. But grief soon turned into suspicion. Something didn't feel right. The pieces didn't add up. Her instincts were right. Liam wasn't dead. His "death" had been fabricated, his body replaced with that of a dead police officer. And behind it all was Olivia - Lara's rival and Tomson's bitter ex-girlfriend. Olivia had orchestrated the lie, weaving it into a web of deceit designed to destroy Lara's happiness, fuel old misunderstandings, and keep her trapped in a cycle of heartbreak. But Lara was no longer the naive girl who could be moved around like a game piece. Fueled by determination, she set out to uncover the truth. Each clue brought her closer to the heart of the conspiracy, unraveling the schemes and betrayals that had haunted her for years. In the end, she exposed Olivia's lies, dismantled the manipulation, and reclaimed her life. Liam was freed from the shadows of the plot, and together they emerged from the chaos stronger than ever. Against all odds, Lara and Liam finally found the peace they had fought for. And for the first time, Lara wasn't just living for her family's name or their fortune - she was living for herself, and for the love that had survived every storm. ---
Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

Branded By The Devil's Cruel Kiss

Elie Joyce’s entire life was controlled by Ebert Ewing, a ruthless billionaire who held her sick grandmother's survival and her family's freedom in his hands. But on a freezing, stormy night, he forced her into a scandalous scrap of red silk and handed her over to a notorious, disgusting predator. "You aren't an escort. You're just a free gift." Ebert mocked her, using her as a disposable bargaining chip to secure a corporate funding round. When the predator humiliated her, forced high-proof vodka down her throat, and violently pinned her to the floor, Ebert simply watched with dead eyes. And when Ebert finally intervened to brutally beat the man, it wasn't out of mercy. "She is my property. Even if she is trash that I threw away, a filthy pig like you doesn't get to touch her." Afterward, he dragged her battered, barefoot body into his car, only to kick her out into the torrential rain, leaving her on the dark streets to die. Standing in the storm, shivering and bleeding from broken glass, the last shred of Elie's hope shattered. She had sacrificed her dignity and soul, enduring his violent bites and cruel control, just to keep her family alive. Why did she have to suffer this endless, twisted humiliation for a psychopath who only saw her as trash? But she didn't break. Tearing a strip of his expensive shirt to bandage her bleeding foot, Elie gripped her broken stiletto like a knife. With her eyes turning cold and calculating, she limped out of the shadows. She was going to survive, and Ebert Ewing would soon realize she was no longer his obedient prey.