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My Boss's wife

My Boss's wife

Kaylan, are you sure about this?" Jaden asked in a whisper as they crouched behind the bush, looking left and right. "Of course! Stop asking me" Kaylan replied in a husky whisper. "For the first time, I pleaded with someone not to report me to my mother, but the dump man still went ahead to paint me black. So, he needs to pay". Jaden sighed, knowing she wouldn't be able to change her best friend's mind. Kaylan looked left and right again, and when she confirmed there was no one watching, she stood up and tip-toed out of the bush. Philip's little house was right in front of her and his tables of fruits were well arranged, drawing her attention. Well, that was exactly what she was heading for. He was actually a fruit seller and she figured it must've taken him a lot of efforts to arrange those, but hell, she didn't care. He was a wicked man and needed to be thought a lesson. She got to where the table and with a little effort, she pushed it down, making the fruits roll over on the floor. Philip came out of the house immediately and his eyes dilated in shock when he found his table of fruits rolling on the floor. "What?" He flinched. "Princess Kaylan?! Princess Kaylan?!" Kaylan giggled and without much hesitation, picked two apples from the floor and ran back to the bush. "Here. Let's go" she gave one of the apples to Jaden and they started running away immediately. "Hey! Stop right there!! How dare you?!" Philip called out ran after them, but they were way faster than him. So, he couldn't catch up with them. Kaylan and Jaden laughed as they ran heavily and only stopped when they sure Philip wasn't after them anymore. "Oh my God! You're such a badass, Kaylan!" Jaden laughed so hard as they both fell on the floor, resting their back against the wall. "Well, yes. That man is so mean. The very day I'd gotten to know he'd beaten up his wife and chased her out of the house over a minor argument, that was the moment my hatred from him increased. Big fat fool" Kaylan snapped and took a huge bite from her apple And so did Jaden. "Whatever, Kaylan. Your father's warned you to stop causing trouble around. How were you able to leave the palace alone, anyway? I thought he's assigned some guards to you?" Jaden asked. "Well, I offered them drinks. But unknown to them, the drinks were poisoned" she paused and giggled. "They're fast asleep in my room at the moment". "What the...Are you kidding me, Kaylan?" They both busted into hearty laughter. The story is so sweet and lovely. Enjoy the rest of the story with a glass of wine and cookies.
His Broken Bride Is A Hidden Genius

His Broken Bride Is A Hidden Genius

Adeline's stepmother had secretly drugged her for years, turning a child genius into a drooling, mentally disabled laughingstock just so her stepsister could steal her life. But when her greedy father sold her off to Griffin Herring—a violent, untouchable billionaire psychopath—to save his company, things took a deadly turn. Before the wedding, Griffin attacked her in a dark alley, nearly snapping her neck before stealing her grandfather's silver necklace. That necklace held a micro-drive with her family's deepest secrets, and without it, she had nothing. Back at the estate, her situation only worsened. Her stepsister Damaris paraded around in the Herring family's diamond engagement gifts, trying to force-feed Adeline wet dog food on an Instagram live stream. When Adeline's calculated "clumsiness" ruined the video, her furious father locked her in a damp, rusted basement. "Give her to the psycho," her stepmother hissed through the door. "Let him lock her away forever." Listening from the shadows, Adeline's fists clenched until her palms bled. Her supposed mental fog wasn't a tragedy—it was a calculated assassination of her mind. They had destroyed her childhood and were now throwing her to a monster just to keep the billions. The dull, empty look in Adeline's eyes vanished instantly, replaced by a razor-sharp, chilling clarity. She pulled a thin surgical needle from her messy bun and picked the heavy iron padlock in ten seconds. It was time to break into the billionaire's penthouse, take back her necklace, and tear them all apart.