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I'm Pregnant By Another Man

I'm Pregnant By Another Man

My hands were shaking while holding the PT apparatus. I don't know how to tell Reagan. I don't know if he will still accept me when he sees this. Many tears flowed from my eyes. I don't want to be left behind. I don't want to leave Reagan. I'm afraid of being left by the people I love. I'm afraid of being left by the people I value more than my life. I'm afraid of losing everything I've worked for. I don't want to! I don't know how many hours I've been staring at the pt here in the bathroom. I don't want to go out. I'm afraid that if I get out of here, I'll lose everything. IM pregnant! And Reagan was not the father. I don't know how to explain it to him. I don't know how to make him understand. I don't know how to convey to him the misfortune that happened in my life. I can experience everything, just don't let him leave me...because I can't. If only I had listened to him that night. If only I had been careful. I wish I had made the right decision. I wish I hadn't chosen my life before. But it was my past life that brought me closer to Reagan... "I'm sorry, Reagan." I said while staring at the pt I was holding. "I'm sorry and I sinned against you. I'm sorry and you felt sorry for the mess in my life. I'm sorry." "Jade!" Fear and trepidation pounded in my heart when I heard Reagan's voice now knocking on the door of the bathroom where I was. "Jade, open the door." He said that made my chest beat even stronger. He kept calling my name but I couldn't answer. I can't face him. "What are you doing there?" He asked as he finally entered the bathroom. I looked up at the key he was holding. "Why are you sitting there?" He asked and approached me. I tried to hide the PT behind me. I was shaking and the tears in my eyes did not stop. "H-hey, why are you crying?" Reagan asked me in a serious tone. He held me by the shoulder and gradually frowned. "Why are you shaking?" He looked at my two hands behind me. I shook my head and tried to squeeze the PT behind me. "What are you hiding?" Reagan tried to snatch my hand from me. Because he is strong, he took the PT from my hands. I bent down and buried my face in my hands. I don't want to! I will wake up. I hope someone tells me this is just a dream. "W-what is this?" I heard Reagan ask. I can't look up. I don't know how to explain to him. I was raped. I was molested. I was almost killed. I almost died. And now, I will truly die. "What is this?" I heard Reagan's calm but serious voice. Not a single word came out of my mouth. It seems to be locked. "Veronica, what is it?" I looked up when he called me by my first name. "I-I'll explain." Finally, I said it too. "what is this Veronica?" I was startled when it screamed. "answer what is it?" He grabbed me by the shoulder. I feel the tightness. "I-I'm hurt." I tried to remove Reagan's hand from my shoulder but it was strong and he only pressed his fingers on my shoulder even more. "Pregnant?" It screamed again. Little by little I nodded and my eyes were staring at him with tears. "I, I was raped by---" "Shut your fucking mouth, you slut! I came here to confront you of something and now...now I've proven that you still have a relationship with that man!" He interrupted what I was going to say. "W-what?" I tried to make a sound. I was raped by that demon. "don't deny it VERONICA. He came to my office to give me these. It was you and him making out. Now, do you expect that I will still listen to your explanations? After seeing you with this?" And he raised his PT. I reached for the envelope he was holding and looked at its contents. It was me and that guy in bed, both naked. He was lying down while I was on top of him. "no Reagan, I was blackmailed" "Oh come on, Veronica. That is an old drama. You think we are in a movie where you will say that man made you drink so you fell asleep and he took advantage of you? Or is that man going to hurt the love of your life? you agreed to what he wanted? Enough with that fantasy, you bitch!" I shed more tears when he called me a bitch. I can not accept. I'm hurting. "Shit Veronica. We're getting married in two days and I'll find out? You're still a whore!" It turned back. I tried to hold his hand but he just pushed me aside. "Please Reagan, listen to me." I cried. "Stop me, Veronica." "Please, Reagan." It stopped at the door of our apartment and looked at me. "You know what? You just proved to me that a slut will always be a slut." Then he pushed me and left the apartment. I was left on the ground, crying. I can't handle it. Please, Reagan! My eyes won't stop from shedding tears. I don't want to feel alone again. Please, Reagan. Please! All I do is cry. I looked up at our balcony. I don't want this child. I don't want my life. I don't want myself. I already gave my all and I was left with nothing now. Reagan is my everything and now that he's gone, my everything turns to nothing. "I'm sorry." I said while holding my.
Married To My Toxic Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

Married To My Toxic Ex-Boyfriend's Brother

Eleanore thought her fiancé, Johan, was her only salvation after her family went bankrupt. But at a high-society gala, he handed her a drugged glass of water. As the unnatural heat burned through her veins, the horrific truth hit her. Johan had isolated her and controlled her finances, all while secretly getting engaged to a wealthy heiress. He drugged Eleanore to ruin her completely, planning to lock her away as his helpless, secret mistress. Desperate and losing her mind to the drug, Eleanore fled down the hallway. With Johan and his bodyguards hunting her, she stumbled into the dark presidential suite. But she wasn't alone. Sitting on the leather sofa was Alexander Briggs-the most feared corporate raider on Wall Street, and Johan's exiled brother. Outside the door, Johan was screaming, ready to drag her back to hell. "I can be your antidote. But it's going to cost you." The ruthless billionaire looked at her trembling body with cold calculation. He offered her a staggering deal: a three-month fake marriage to destroy Johan's empire, and in return, absolute protection and her father's massive debts paid in full. She couldn't understand why the most powerful predator in New York would use a ruined girl as his weapon, but she knew she would rather die than let Johan touch her again. When Johan finally broke down the door to claim his prey, Alexander calmly pulled Eleanore into his arms. "Watch your mouth. You are speaking to my future wife."
The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy

The Heiress's Vengeance: Sleeping With The Enemy

For three years, Julia believed she was the luckiest woman in New York, deeply in love with her perfect boyfriend, Damian. On their anniversary, she sneaked into his study to surprise him, only to overhear a chilling video call. Damian was laughing about orchestrating the recent devastating arson at her father's company. He coldly revealed his ultimate plan: to broadcast their intimate sex tape at her father's upcoming 60th birthday gala. He wanted to completely destroy her family's reputation and seize control of Whitney Enterprises. "She's a spoiled, stupid girl," he sneered to his accomplice. "I've been playing this part for three years. It's getting old." When Julia tried to secretly investigate, Damian's hidden mistress deliberately scalded her hand with boiling tea in public to assert dominance. Desperate, Julia turned to her powerful brother for help, but she couldn't tell him about the sex tape to protect their father. Misunderstanding her motives, her brother accused her of being a fool blinded by love, cut her off, and abandoned her. Betrayed by the man she loved, humiliated by his mistress, and alienated from her family, Julia was left completely alone. She didn't understand how the man whose scent was her home could actually be a monster wearing a human face. But the naive girl who loved Damian died in that cold hallway. Wiping away her tears, she saved the mistress's taunting photos as evidence, swallowed her absolute disgust, and texted Damian. "I was being too sensitive. Can I come back tonight?" She was stepping back into the lion's den, and the war had just begun.
Once Bitten Twice Shy

Once Bitten Twice Shy

What was that dripping sound? It sounded like an echo, a noise from far away repeating itself in an effort to wake her up. What had happened? Her eyes pulled open but she wasn't able to see much, her vision was foggy and her mind was blur. The car door fell open and she found herself struggling to crawl out, unsure of what was happening but all she knew was that she had to crawl and so she did. She kept crawling. Her head pounded, eating at her strength as she pulled herself through the rough ground. As dizzy as she was, she could only recognise a few things; the horrible smell of smoke and the dark small cave sitting in the hills not very far from her. Her groan was loud and painful. There was a sting in the lower part of her body that she couldn't assimilate at that moment and so she continued to crawl. When she was finally in the cave, her hands began to wobble. They had taken her to the destination and couldn't do anything more. She begged them to let her go deeper into the cave but they were bent on their stance. And so she gave in. After one last effort to remember what had happened or even who she was, Tiffany's head fell on the hard stony ground of the cave. The vertigo in her head had stopped and the stinging pain in her legs was no longer. She laid in her faint. An arm supporting her small head and her legs shut tight. She laid unconscious and heavily asleep in the icy winter cold.
Love's eternal blaze

Love's eternal blaze

Adele runs away from a life a privilege and entered a new world of mafia, mysteries secret that could be killed for and love. Born a wretched life and adopted into a life of privilege.. Adele Callahan has spent her life under the thumb of a prestigious family that controls her every move. When she escapes an arranged marriage, her only plan is to run as far and as fast as she can-until a fateful encounter changes everything.. Adele seemed to live a nice life but it's all a different story behind the reflection. Forced to marry a rich influential abuser, Adele escapes in a bid to leaves a life that was arranged and all planned out for her when her paths crosses with a man who introduces her to a life she never knew existed. Lucian runs a mafia group but there's more to him than he let out, one of the influential person feared by most. But women are his toys, a new one each day to add to his record of decanhery. Lucian. He's dark, enigmatic, and devastatingly handsome, but beneath his flawless exterior lies a dangerous secret. His piercing eyes see too much, his voice commands obedience, and his presence is like a storm she can't escape. He warns her to leave, but his words come too late-Adele is already entangled in his world. What starts as a chance meeting spirals into a deadly game of survival, as Adele learns the truth about Lucian. Drawn together by fate, their connection defies reason, even as the shadows of Lucian's mafia ties threaten to tear them apart. As passion collides with peril, Adele must decide: will she run from the darkness that surrounds Lucian, or embrace it to uncover the secrets of her own destiny? "In a world of danger, betrayal, and supernatural power, love might be the most dangerous thing of all."
The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

The Betrayed Heiress: Rising From Ashes

Charlene was locked in a Swiss asylum by the wealthy Gay family, force-fed antipsychotics until her hands shook violently. Her adoptive brother, Columbus, dragged her out of the psych ward merely to parade her as a prop for the paparazzi. He had locked her up to get a psychiatric evaluation, ensuring she was declared legally insane and unable to claim her massive trust fund. The moment she returned to the estate, the torment worsened. Her other brother, Antwan, kicked her to the ground and shattered her wrist on the gravel. "You lost your legal rights, you stupid bitch," he sneered, while the staff blindly ignored her agony. Her childhood bedroom was completely gutted and given to a distant cousin. Worse, she discovered Columbus was secretly sleeping with Isabela—the fake heiress who had framed Charlene in the first place. Every trace of her existence in the family was being violently scrubbed away. She had lost her dignity, her health, and the baby the doctors claimed had died in the delivery room. She couldn't understand why the family she loved hated her so viciously, stripping away everything she had. That was until she saw a little boy in the hospital hallway, a perfect, miniature replica of her own face. Clutching the gold-crested cufflink he dropped, she realized the asylum's doctor had stolen him. Her baby was alive. With her heart turned to stone, Charlene made a silent vow to crawl out of hell and burn the Gay family to the ground.