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His Deception, Her Redemption

His Deception, Her Redemption

The silence in our house was heavy, broken only by the sound of my husband' s brother being lowered into the ground. A month later, the silence was replaced by something worse. My brother-in-law' s widow, Falon, was pregnant, and my husband, Cyrus, decided she was moving in with us. "It' s for the baby, Kelsey," he said, his voice flat. He didn't look at me. He was looking at Falon, who stood by the door with her single suitcase, looking pale and fragile. "She needs support. It' s my brother' s child." I watched as Falon slowly, subtly, began to take over my life. She' d wait outside the bathroom with a fresh towel for Cyrus, claiming it was habit. She' d knock on our bedroom door late at night, feigning nightmares, pulling Cyrus away for hours of "comfort." The breaking point came when I heard Cyrus massaging her swollen feet, just as her late husband used to. I dropped the knife I was holding. It clattered against the counter. I wanted to hear Cyrus say no. I wanted him to tell her that was inappropriate, that I was his wife. Instead, I heard his low, soothing voice. "Of course, Falon. Just put them up here." I had given up everything for him, becoming a "pick-me" girl, constantly seeking his approval. Now, watching him cater to her every whim, I realized I didn't even recognize the woman staring back at me in the mirror. That night, I called my father. "Dad," I said, my voice shaking. "I want a divorce."
Rejection's Fury: A Wife's Return

Rejection's Fury: A Wife's Return

I stood in front of City Hall, clutching a marriage license application, waiting for the man I' d loved for five years. He was late. Again. This was the 99th time Damien Crawford had chosen someone else over me. But this time, a picture on my phone showed him smiling with his high school sweetheart, Hadley Stuart, the woman he' d never gotten over. When I returned to his mansion, Hadley was curled up next to him, his mother beaming. His mother, Cecil, gave Hadley a family heirloom bracelet, dismissing me as a servant. Damien, instead of apologizing, grabbed my arm, accusing me of a tantrum. He still thought he was in control. I showed him the torn marriage license, telling him I wanted nothing from him anymore. He responded by dragging me to my room, pushing me against the wall, and trying to kiss me. I told him he was dirty. Then, my father collapsed. Damien, seeing the jacket a male security guard had given me, refused to let me take my dying father to the hospital, claiming Hadley was having a panic attack. His mother, Cecil, slashed the car tires and threw the keys into a fountain, laughing as my father stopped breathing. My father died. At the hospital, Damien jabbed an acupuncture needle into my hand, telling me it was what happened when I disobeyed him. He still didn't know the scar on my back was from the skin graft I gave him. Why did I sacrifice everything for a man who saw me as property, who let my father die? Why did I stay for five years, only to be treated like dirt? I called Anderson, my adoptive brother, the CEO of the Morrison Group. It was time to go home. It was time for Damien Crawford to pay.
The Beautiful Imperfections

The Beautiful Imperfections

"KIERSON ..." I stopped walking when I heard Maria's voice. "Hmm? What is it, Maria?" I heard my husband asked her. I closed my eyes as I gritted my teeth with so much irritation. I took a deep breath and I tried to calm myself. "I-I want ... I want to m-monitor our baby growth," she said sofly, she made sure that, there's a sadness on her voice. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head, repeatedly. What does he want to release? "Maria." "Please ... Eson, I want to be with this baby for longer ... please ..." I clenched my fist because I was so angry. "Maria ..." And why the h*ll her voice is so fre*king soft?! With feelings! D*mn you! And how dare her called my husband 'Eson'? That's my only nickname for him! The amount she already claims! Not because she is the mother of my husband’s eldest child is she entitled to that! I am still a legal! I am his wife. I calm myself again. "B-but ..." "You don't want to? You don't want your baby to grow up with his real mother?! Kierson ... please ..." I'm her biological mother, b*tch! "Your son will be angry, when he finds out that Xena is not his real mother! K-kierson ... please. I'm begging ... I want my son to grow up with me... please ..." she pleaded and I know, she's crying now. I could hear her sobs. Well, b*tch my husband and I talked about it. So there is nothing more you can do. Just accept the fact that you will be lost in our path, soon. "W-what do you want, Maria, hmm?" No! Don't listen to her, Kierson! "Separate your wife. Divorce her and marry me, m-marry me, Kierson and we can give our children a happy and complete life ..." "M-Maria ..." "Please! Divorce her or else! I will abort your child!" she said. And it was as if a bomb had exploded in my head by hearing those words. W-what? Until now? are they still doing something while I'm turning around? I thought ... has he changed? I felt the pain inside my chest ... I was caught there and a tear came down my cheek. Kierson ... how did you do this to me? Do I think you already love me? I thought you would accept ... "Yes ... yes, I'll divorce her. J-just stop crying. that will be with our child." That's it. I lose, I lose him. I'm Xena Carter-Mojeh, known as ruthless attorney, I'm a secret Mafia Queen and married with a f*cking playboy Dr. Kierson Mojeh. And this is my story ... Complicated.
My bodyguard husband

My bodyguard husband

What happens when two laterally opposite worlds of business collide. One from the day and the other operates at night. Jema Malteng was the first child of a famous business tycoon. She was the next in line successor of his vast business empire. She had always believed for years that she would assume position of chief executive officer once her father stepped down,seeing that he had no male child. Her father however, gave her a condition which she must fulfill if she wanted to reach that mantle, she must get married in six months after reading his will or risk the company being handed over to her step sister . She was distraught on hearing the news because she had no man in her life and neither did she ever plan to. She looked for a quick means of fulfilling his wish and resorted to a contract marriage with a man who crashed into her car the day she was returning from the will reading. It seemed like the most viable solution, seeing that it was in trend but little did she know that her newly contracted husband had secrets of his own. He lunged her into a world of danger and paranoia, adding to the one she already led. They uncovered many underlying plots against them as they continued with the marriage and along the line,began to develop feelings for each other as well. "Miss,are you sure you are willing to put up with my fast paced life,it can get a little risky as we ride on", he said and leaned in into the seat,hands crossed believing that she would change her mind. She looked at him with absolutely no doubt in her mind. " I don't care,you are a bodyguard aren't you,I'll be fine as long as you're with me",she stated in an as a matter of fact tone,handing him the pen. He shook his head and grinned at her confidence. He collected the pen and signed,but as he did so,he looked at her. "Welcome to hell Miss Malteng", he said rolling the pen to her across the table. Watch as the plot unfolds. Disclaimer: This book cover isn't originally mine.
The billionaire Captive bride

The billionaire Captive bride

You will marry me! You will be my contract wife! He declared his voice cold and threatening. Ophelia looked at him without averting her gaze. He wasn't demanding that she marry him; he was commanding her to. "Marry you!" Is that a request or a command? She asserted bravely, not minding whatever was coming her way. She expected Something worse to follow, but she was Startled by his reaction instead. He walked closer to her and slowly raised her chin up with the tip of his finger. "Ha..ha..ha, I like smart girls," He enunciates with a devilish smile. It's a command and you must abide by it. He paused and moved his Lips Closer to her ear. Ophelia quickly closed her eyes bracing herself for the impact. Or else........... He whispered slowly. Then everything paused. She couldn't feel his breath on her skin again and she quickly opened her eyes only to find out She was the only person in the room. It's like he disappeared into thin air. She heaved a sigh of relief as some unshed tears settled on her face. She just found a wallet on the road hoping it will change her life for better not knowing it's actually for the worse. "She is trapped!" She is Captivated!" And now she is going to be a Captivated Contract bride she can't deny neither can she accept. One choice, one contract, one dangerous game. Will Ophelia fight for her life, or fight for his love? Or will she lose herself in a world of luxury, lies, and power where freedom comes witha price? Dare to flip the page....because this is only the beginning.