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Too Late, Mr. Mills: Watch Me Leave

Too Late, Mr. Mills: Watch Me Leave

Adriana Guzman spent two agonizing days tearing through the freezing fog of the woods, searching for her missing five-year-old daughter. She finally found little Pippa curled up under a massive oak tree, her tiny body frozen solid and lifeless. Trembling, Adriana called her husband, Everette. Instead of panic, she heard the soft voice of his mistress in the background. "You think telling me my daughter is dead will make me book a flight home?" He laughed, accusing her of faking the tragedy for attention. When Adriana woke up in the hospital, Everette finally arrived, bringing his mistress with him. He shielded the other woman from Adriana's grief, threw a checkbook at her, and demanded she name her price to sign the divorce papers. He only believed the truth when the midday news broadcasted the discovery of Pippa's body. Exhausted and utterly broken by his cruelty, Adriana swallowed a hidden bottle of sleeping pills. As the darkness pulled her under, she felt a suffocating sense of injustice. Why had she wasted her life begging for a cold man's affection? Why did her innocent daughter have to die alone in the freezing mud while he drank champagne? But the end never came. Adriana opened her eyes to find herself twenty-one again, standing in a luxury hotel room as a younger Everette walked out of the shower to propose. This time, she smashed a crystal vase, pressed a jagged shard to her own bleeding throat, and looked him dead in the eye. "I would rather die right here than ever marry you."
Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown

Reborn Princess: Burning Her Scornful Crown

I spent three years trying to be the perfect Crown Princess, enduring my husband Bradley's coldness while pouring my family's fortune into his royal projects. I truly believed our marriage was built on duty and that our adopted son, Jimmie, was the bond that held us together. Everything changed on a stormy night when I caught Bradley in his study, calmly watching my family's trust fund documents-the entire Orozco legacy-burn to ash in the fireplace. He didn't even look guilty as he explained that I was never his partner, only a convenient bank account for the Crown. When I lunged to save the papers, Bradley shoved me to the floor with bored indifference. Then, the ultimate betrayal walked through the door: Jimmie. My son didn't run to comfort me; he took Bradley's hand and looked at me with pure venom. Bradley sneered, revealing that Jimmie wasn't adopted at all-he was his biological son with my best friend, Icy. "We just needed you to fund his future," Bradley said. I was dragged out by guards and thrown into a sedan speeding toward the cliffs. At Dead Man's Curve, the driver jumped out of the moving car, leaving me to plummet into the freezing ocean. As the water filled my lungs and my life faded, I didn't feel fear. I felt a distilled, murderous hate. I woke up gasping for air in my old bedroom, three years before the crash. It was the day of my fake infertility diagnosis, the beginning of their plan to break me. "The Fiona who listened to you is dead," I whispered, looking at my reflection. I didn't cry this time. Instead, I dressed in black and headed into the night to find the only man Bradley feared-the lethal, "boiling-blooded" Regent, Demian Ballard. I was going to save his life, and in return, he was going to help me burn the palace down.
Love of a Bad Girl

Love of a Bad Girl

When Nolan met Danielle, he wasn't expecting anything. Truly nothing. To him, it was just another night, one more moment in a perfectly organized life, dictated by a meticulously crafted five-year plan. He had everything mapped out: his studies, his internship, his first job, then marriage to a proper girl chosen from his narrow circle of acquaintances. But that night, everything changed. Because she was there. Danielle. Sultry. Sexy. Tattooed. She was everything Nolan was not. She burned with an intensity he had never known. While he calculated every step, she rushed in headfirst, guided by instinct. Nolan was a virgin, discreet, reserved. She was a sex goddess, a free spirit, confident, untamed. He was terrified of needles. She laughed at that, her arms adorned with tattoos that told stories he couldn't even imagine. Coming from a wealthy background, Nolan lived according to the strict expectations of his parents, following a carefully written script. He never strayed from the path laid out for him. Danielle, too, came from an affluent family, but she had rejected everything that came with it. The social events, the obligations, the appearances. She had cut ties with her overbearing, overly perfect mother. Danielle wanted to live without limits, without attachments, without rules. That was before she met Nolan. This shy, cute, awkward boy... He intrigued her. He made her laugh. He threw her off balance. Danielle, used to easy and predictable flings, couldn't understand why this boy-so different-captivated her so much. He changed the way she saw the world, the way she saw love. But will she... change his?
Stolen My First Kiss

Stolen My First Kiss

My whole body was shaking because of anger, Annoyance, and when you suddenly almost bawled out my eyes because of the awakening. Why? It's because of my first kiss that was stolen by an unknown guy, standing near in front of me. I'm almost a statue now still stunned by this man, he was smiling at me. This b'llshit, How come? Is he still smiling at all the wonderful things that happened? He even kissed me, without my permission. doesn't he know that I can sue him as a thief? For stealing my first kiss? And then when I recovered from what he did, I was about to hit him when he suddenly grabbed my hand and held it gently and seemed to stop it. "Hey! Man–" I didn't even continue what I am trying to say when I heard what sounded like camera flashes. I looked at my side and saw that we were surrounded by many people, aside from that? there are also reporters from different stations, Ok? What on earth is happening here? They started asking questions that I could hardly understand what they were talking about. "Mr. Hun? Mr. Hun!" "Mr. Hun, can we ask what was the relationship between you and that girl?!" "Mr. Hun, we wanted to know who she is, can you answer some of our questions?!" Wait wait? What are they saying? I didn't even understand what they were saying. what's wrong with them? who mr. Huh? In the middle of many questions that seemed to have no answers, I just felt as if someone walked over to me, and then I bowed my head and put my hat on from it. I was facing the floor, and only my concentrated presence was reflected from below. I didn't even see that guy's face lately because his hat almost covered his face so, I'm not sure what kind of face he has. "She's my girlfriend." G-girlfriend? My mother seems to have hit me for what I heard, wait? Is he referring to. With that simple word? My brain seemed to float, and I didn't know what happened next. Is this real? or just a dream? Please wake me up from this nightmare..