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Trapped By My Possessive Adoptive Brother

Trapped By My Possessive Adoptive Brother

For three years, seven-year-old Finley worshipped her adopted older brother, Hartley. He was her ultimate protector, the genius puppet master who taught her to rule her elite prep school. But the illusion of his love shattered completely in the school cafeteria. When a bully violently yanked Finley's hair, her primal rage took over. Instead of waiting for Hartley's calculated rescue, she fought back, tackling the boy and leaving herself covered in his blood and ketchup. When Hartley finally intervened, he didn't check if she was hurt. Seeing his pristine, carefully controlled possession acting like a feral creature terrified him. His absolute authority over her was slipping. In front of three hundred staring students, Hartley pointed a shaking finger at her torn clothes. "Look at what you're doing! How dare you let yourself become this messy? You are out of control, and I will not allow you to act like some wild, feral creature!" The words hit Finley with the physical force of a sledgehammer. The boy who wiped her tears and fed her candy wasn't a loving brother. He was a dictator, a warden who only cared about keeping his favorite toy perfectly on her strings. The public betrayal was absolute. Why did her safety have to come at the cost of her total submission? A broken sob tore from her throat as she violently slapped his reaching hand away. The blind worship was dead. As Finley turned and sprinted out of the cafeteria, the war to cut her strings officially began.
Marriage by Right

Marriage by Right

Ivory felt the cold air press against her face as she stormed through the door, her heart pounding in her chest. The deal was done. She had been forced into this. The years of rivalry between her family and Darius Quartz's had culminated in an arrangement neither of them had ever wanted. Yet here she was, bound by a long-remembered promise between two bitter enemies, the ink barely dry on the marriage contract that would seal her fate. Heartbroken, angry, and confused, she had said yes to the first thing she heard. She should have stopped, she knew. Should have taken a moment to think it through, but what choice had she really had? Darius Quartz had been a name she had known only in passing, a man whose cold demeanor had haunted her thoughts even before their forced union. Now, she was his wife. She had hoped for something resembling happiness, something that might give her a glimpse of peace, but what she found was an endless cycle of solitude. The house felt too big, the silence too overwhelming. The routine she had followed for the last six months, with her husband absent and uncommunicative, had become a cage. Darius, always distant, had left for his training shortly after their marriage, leaving her to carry on alone. But now, he was back. Ivory had hoped that with his return, things might change. Perhaps he would take notice of her, of their marriage, and perhaps there would be some semblance of warmth between them. Instead, nothing had shifted. He had returned, silent as ever, his cold eyes offering her little more than a fleeting glance before he immersed himself in his work. They were strangers, trapped in a contract neither of them had wanted but both were bound to. Then, just as she had begun to resign herself to her lonely fate, he arrived-the one man she never thought she'd see again. Her ex. The one who had broken her heart. The one whose betrayal still stung. His presence in her life now, with all the unresolved emotions he brought with him, threatened everything. Was she really going to allow him back into her life after all this time? Marriage. Love. Both seemed like distant dreams now, at least to Ivory. At twenty, she had been forced into this union, and in the years since, she had been adrift, unsure of where her life was heading. Would Darius ever change? Would they ever find any real connection? Or was she doomed to live out her days in this suffocating, quiet misery? And now, with her ex back in the picture, things were about to get much more complicated.
I'll Be Gone

I'll Be Gone

"GOOD morning," I greeted the woman at the information desk. "Good morning, ma'am," she greeted back and smiled. "On which floor is Dr. de Cervantes?" I politely asked him and frowned at him. "5th floor, ma'am. Who are they?" If before there was a smile on his lips, now he is frowning and looks ... angry? "I'm Arthea Primero-de Cervantes. I'm his wife," I replied smiling and seemed proud to tell her that I was Dr. Cervantes' wife. of Cervantes. "I'm not kidding you," he said without emotion and I frowned. "Me either, I'm not joking around, miss. I just want to know where my husband's office is," I said and there was no emotion in my voice. Do I look like I'm joking with him? Not really, ah? I just want to know which floor my husband's office is on. Ay! It's on the 5th floor! He says. I was about to leave the girl when she stopped me. "Dr. de Cervantes went out earlier with his wife, miss," he said and really emphasized the word 'wife'. And at what he said it was as if a needle had sunk into my chest. Did I hear something wrong? Si ano? Is my husband with his wife? Seriously? E, I'm still here. Who is that wife? "W-who?" I asked stunned. "Jillian de Cervantes," she replied smiling. Huh? Jillian? Jillian de Cervantes? When else did de Cervantes change his surname? And what? J-jillian? Oh, yeah! Jillian, Jillian is his first love. I was holding onto my chest as I felt its pain more. None of my own walked back and I didn’t even notice the tears I had falling from my eyes. I was at the exit of the hospital when I saw my wife ... and she was with that woman. "Thank you for the treat, babe," I heard Jillian say and I stopped walking. "No problem, babe," my wife said with a smile. He was really different when he was with Jillian. With this woman Lervin rejoices. They were walking in my direction and I felt like I was stuck where I was. I can't move and I'm having a hard time. Lervin stopped walking when he saw me and I was confused. I started to walk and I did. But I also lost my balance and stumbled. I could feel the pain in my chin and I definitely had a wound from it. Funny, I can’t stand it. I could not move my body. "Miss, are you okay?" the man in front of me asked. Do I look okay in this situation? That was what I would have said to that man, but even my voice I could not get out. This is not the first time this has happened to me. Often, I lose my balance and often I can’t speak. Why is it? Is something wrong with me? Am I not normal? "Stand up, stupi-d." Tears welled up in my cheeks as I heard her cold voice. My husband ...
His Forgotten Savior: The Ex-Wife's Escape

His Forgotten Savior: The Ex-Wife's Escape

For three years, Beryl worked grueling food delivery shifts to pay the medical bills for her comatose husband, Aidan. But when she delivered an order to a luxury hotel suite, she found him awake, healthy, and playing house with his high school sweetheart and their toddler. He offered no explanation for his miraculous recovery or his betrayal. When his illegitimate daughter had an accidental allergic reaction, his lover slapped Beryl across the face and framed her for attempted murder. Aidan didn't hesitate to take his lover's side. He violently slammed Beryl against the hospital wall, threatening to make her pay with her life. He trashed all her belongings at their estate to make room for his new family, and even used her sick mother's nursing home funding to blackmail her into being their free babysitter. He treated her like garbage, thinking she was just a gold digger clinging to his billionaire status. He didn't know that while he was in that coma, Beryl had nearly sold her own kidney on the black market just to afford his experimental treatments. When he finally discovered the medical report and tried to buy her silence with a ten-million-dollar check, she threw it right back into the muddy street. "Save this desperate little act for someone who might actually want you. All I feel for you is disgust." He sneered those cruel words at her, desperately trying to mask his own panicked guilt and confusing desires. That was the moment Beryl's heart finally turned to ash. She calmly wiped the blood from her lip, pulled out her dusty suitcase, and decided to disappear from his life forever.