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Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Reborn From The Lake: My Stoic Savior

Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum. She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection. The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her. Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind. "I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back." How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival. Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.
Reborn To Claim My CEO Husband

Reborn To Claim My CEO Husband

Elliana Lewis lay dying on the freezing concrete of a federal penitentiary, her ribs shattered by a guard's heavy boot. She had been flawlessly framed for murder by the one person she trusted with her life: her sweet, innocent stepsister, Jovita. During her final prison visit, Jovita wore their mother's diamonds and smiled cruelly behind the glass. She revealed she had liquidated the family company, caused their father's stroke, and paid the guards to ensure Elliana suffered a grueling, agonizing death. "Your marriage was a joke from day one, Ellie. You have nothing left." As her lungs stopped, the tragic truth finally dawned on Elliana. She had spent months screaming for a divorce and publicly humiliating her billionaire husband, Damon Stirling, believing his silence was weakness. She didn't realize until it was too late that his endless tolerance was the deepest form of protection. She had pushed away the only man who would have burned the world down to keep her safe. Why had she been so incredibly stupid? Why did she blindly trust a monster and destroy the only person who truly loved her? Then, a blinding light pierced her retinas. Elliana bolted upright, gasping for air on a massive, king-sized bed. There was no pain. No broken bones. The digital clock on the nightstand flashed a date from exactly ten years ago. It was the morning after her disastrous wedding night. This time, she would tear Jovita's life apart piece by piece. And she would hold onto Damon so tightly that nothing could ever pry them apart.
The Jilted Wife's Dangerous Revenge

The Jilted Wife's Dangerous Revenge

For three years, I played the perfect, invisible contract wife to Angel Wilcox. But last night, after being drugged at a club, he lost control and brutally took my innocence in a freezing bathtub. The next morning, instead of an apology, he threw a million-dollar settlement at me and slapped the divorce papers on the table. His first love, Hillary, had returned from Paris, and he needed to clear the way for her. He called what he did to me a mere inconvenience. When I refused to sign the papers—because my brother would be killed by loan sharks without the Wilcox name to protect him—Angel lost his temper. In the lobby, right in front of a mocking Hillary, he violently shoved me. My head slammed against a massive marble pillar with a sickening thud. "Don't play games with me! Sign the damn papers!" He roared, trying to force the pen into my hand while I lay crumpled on the cold floor. My body was burning with a severe infection from his assault, my wrists were bruised, and my heart was shattered. How could the man I secretly loved for three years treat me like disposable garbage the second she came back? I looked at his furious eyes, then slowly raised my trembling hands to cover my right ear. The same ear that was severely injured in a car crash he caused three years ago. "My ear is ringing. I can't hear you." If he wanted to be ruthless, I would use his deepest guilt to trap him in this marriage forever.