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The Bodyguard I Hired Is My Billionaire Husband

The Bodyguard I Hired Is My Billionaire Husband

My father sold me to a monster to settle a debt. One minute I was a debutante at a gala, and the next, I was being hunted through the service corridors by my own stepmother’s security. I scrambled into a dark penthouse to hide, only to be pinned against the wall by a man whose body felt like a wall of searing heat. He smelled of rain and expensive cedar, his voice a low, pained growl as he gripped my wrist so hard the bone nearly ground together. The next morning, the "Wall Street Monster" arrived at our estate to collect his prize. My father signed the contract without reading a single page, trading me for a wire transfer while my sister laughed at my impending doom. "I heard he uses knives in bed," Kacy whispered, "Hope you have thick skin, sis." A balding, cruel man claimed to be my husband, but it was the silent bodyguard standing in the shadows who caught my tray when I stumbled. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my veins, and his voice was the same gravelly baritone from the dark room the night before. I was terrified, caught in a web of lies about a disfigured beast who supposedly broke women for sport. I didn't understand why this "bodyguard" was looking at me with such predatory intensity, or why he was the only one who stepped in when my father tried to shove me. Then, inside the car, the bodyguard took off his sunglasses to reveal piercing blue eyes and a face that was devastatingly handsome. "I am Gideon Blackburn," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble. "And in this house, there is only one rule: Never lie to me." The monster wasn't who they said he was, and he was about to show my family exactly what happens when you try to destroy something that belongs to him.
 Express Delivery to the Heart. Part 2.

Express Delivery to the Heart. Part 2.

What would you do if you discovered that the person you love has a dark secret that could destroy everything you thought you knew about them? Mei Ling never imagined that her perfect life would crumble because of a simple package. One day, in her office, she finds a package wrapped in hearts, addressed to her boyfriend, Jian Wei. What seemed like an innocent gesture soon becomes the spark that ignites a storm. Upon investigating, she discovers that it came from a woman in Spain, an unknown named Sofía, and doubt takes hold of her heart. Jealousy and distrust torment her, but Jian Wei insists there is nothing between him and Sofía. However, his words don't seem enough when Sofía appears in Singapore, exuding confidence and making it clear she still has a place in Jian Wei's heart. Mei Ling is pulled into a dangerous game where the truth seems to vanish with every lie and hidden smile. Is Jian Wei really the man she thought he was, or is she trapped in a web of manipulation and secrets? Is Jian Wei truly caught in a lie, or will Mei Ling be the one to pay the price for not knowing the truth in time? In this story of broken hearts, deceit, and impossible decisions, every page is filled with mystery, passion, and a final twist that will leave you breathless. In "Express Delivery to the Heart 2", jealousy becomes poison, and distrust transforms into a maze with no way out. A mysterious package, a woman from the past, and a truth that threatens to destroy everything... Mei Ling must decide if her love is stronger than betrayal, or if the lie will lead her to ruin.
The Fire That Wasn't An Accident

The Fire That Wasn't An Accident

The smell of fresh paint and new beginnings once filled my home, a modern marvel I'd designed myself. Eight months pregnant, every kick from my baby boy was a promise of the future Ethan and I were building, a future meant to erase the rubble of a past fire that had stolen my family and left me scarred. Then, my husband, Ethan, appeared on national television, not with the triumph of overcoming tragedy, but with a confession: he had been wrong, and my loyalty in defending him all those years ago was "misplaced." His words painted me as a liar who had protected a guilty man, shattering my hard-won peace and leading to the immediate, terrifying loss of my child. Left heartbroken and drugged in the hospital, a hushed conversation revealed an unthinkable betrayal: my deceased baby had been conceived with the eggs of Leah Chen, the very woman Ethan had just publicly wronged, and she spoke of "our daughter" with Ethan, confirming a monstrous deceit. Was my son-my real son-truly gone, or was this yet another layer to the lies woven by the man who claimed to love me? Forced into therapy by Ethan with Leah' s husband, Dr. Ben Carter, I stumbled upon a recording of Ethan confessing his hatred for me, seeing our marriage as punishment, and learned with chilling certainty that the fire that killed my family was no accident, but a consequence of a truth I unknowingly distorted. Publicly shamed and professionally destroyed, I was left discarded, labeled "Crazy Ava," but from the ashes of my broken life, a ferocious determination was born: I would uncover the full extent of their deception and make them burn for what they had done.
Marrying The Mafia Boss

Marrying The Mafia Boss

"Stop running around! I'm exhausted chasing after you, Quiy!" I scolded my child. Seriously, he's so hyperactive. It's like he's a worm sprinkled with salt. He's only three years old, but I feel like I won't even make it to his college years because right now, I already feel like giving up. I wanted this, so I guess all I can say is... just bear with it! Instead of listening to me, he became even more aggressive. I might as well carry him in a basket just to keep him quiet. "I'll leave you here, you’ll see," I threatened, but it seemed to have no effect on this little rascal. "If you weren't so heavy, I'd carry you, but you’re heavier than a sack of rice!" I complained, knowing I’d end up doing it anyway. Even though Quiy is a headache, I still love him, of course! Even if I were offered ten million, I’d still choose my child. We always playfully bicker, but of course, it's all for fun. It would be boring if we didn’t talk, right? There are only two of us, so we’d be wasting our words if we stayed silent. If he inherited anything from me, it's my quick tongue. But his seems to be on overdrive. Mine is still manageable... but his? It’s overflowing. "You're too slow, Mommy. I'm speeding up so we don't miss out," he said, rolling his eyes at me. If this kid wasn't just three years old, I might have done something drastic. "How can you miss out? We're in a grocery store. There’s plenty to buy, so you won’t run out," I explained. He let out a heavy sigh, raised an eyebrow, and crossed his arms. "Then why haven’t you found my diapers yet?" he argued, his eyebrow arching even higher. "They said there's no more stock of your diapers, ma'am!" I sarcastically replied. "See, Mommy? We're out of stock because you're too slow. You're like a pregnant lady. I saw earlier that another mom grabbed the last one of my diaper type. I was going to snatch it, but then I saw her husband. He’s so big, so I kept quiet," the little one shrugged. Why does he know so much? Sometimes I think maybe I’m just a joke to the world, that he’s actually the mommy and I’m the child because he knows more than I do. "I'm not pregnant. Where do you get these ideas? You look like a penguin—did you hear me say anything?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, you just did," he replied. Sometimes, I just want to put him in my pocket. He’s so annoying! He always has something to say! "Quiyana Louise," I called out his full name. Whenever I do that, he usually behaves because he knows I’m about to scold him. "I won't run anymore, Mommy," he said, pressing his lips together tightly. I nodded in relief. Thank goodness. I'm only twenty-four, but I feel like I’m sixty. It’s exhausting taking care of a mischievous child, especially one who’s always cheeky. If I didn’t love him... Even though he's the most mischievous, headache-inducing, and expensive child, I’d still do anything to give him the good life he deserves. I never experienced these things when I was a child because I wasn't born rich. There were even times when my parents couldn’t afford to buy even a kilo of rice, so the solution was to borrow from the neighbors. For me, there’s no shame in coming from such a life. Even now, I sometimes find myself needing to borrow money, but at least I know how to pay it back. I’ll work even harder to give my child a good life. "You’re smiling again, Mommy. I’m not being naughty anymore," I heard him say. That’s why I love this kid. At least he’s affectionate too. A smile slowly formed on my lips. He even clapped when I did. "My mommy is so beautiful..." he praised, something that probably only happens once a month. Most of the time, I just get insults from him. I don’t even know where he got that attitude from—I’m kind... and so are my parents. "Enough with the compliments, Quiy. I already knew that. Do you think complimenting me will make me buy you chocolate?" I looked down at him. "No. Your teeth will fall out," I added, causing his shoulders to droop in disappointment while pouting. He’s already missing teeth, yet he still wants sweets. Of course, I don’t want him wearing dentures at such a young age! Besides, I can’t afford such things. He stayed quiet, so I focused on the shopping list I had written. I’m the type who thinks of many things to buy while at home, but when I’m actually at the store... I forget. So young and already forgetful. I’d almost bought everything. Only Quiy’s diapers and milk were left. I was about to call him when my heart pounded loudly—I didn’t see him in the aisle where I was. I quickly put down the basket I was holding and took quick steps to search for Quiy. My heart raced even faster with every aisle I passed where I didn’t see him. Where could that child have gone?! "Quiy?" I called, but still no response. I had passed several aisles, but still no sign of Quiy. I must have called out every saint I knew, but still nothing. "Quiy, my child?!" I called out agai
His Baby Mama (Be My Woman)

His Baby Mama (Be My Woman)

🎈B£ MY WÖMÃN🎈 (His•Baby•Mama...) _______________ PROLOGUE. DON'T COPY OR REPOST ‼️ By: Naomi Cindy B. ★ Rosy Klein did all she could to sponsor herself and her boyfriend through college. She has been dating Stefan since highschool, but immediately they started college, Stefan lost his parents and almost quit school, but Rosy took the responsibility. Stefan is a guy she loves so much, and she couldn't bear watching him drop out, though she's an orphan herself. Part time jobs and illegal gigs brought her the cash she earned, and with that, she was able to sponsor herself and Stefan, but on their graduation day... Stefan proposed to her best friend right in front of her, and her world crumbled. That same day, Roman Lawson planned proposal for his girlfriend, and he was hoping it'd be the best night of their lives. He has been dating Gwen for three years, and though she did nothing for him throughout, but to him, her love was enough. He payed for her mother's yearly surgery even when he's just a struggling youth. He even bought Gwen a car with his first salary, all for love. But on getting to the proposal venue, Gwen turned him down and ran out in tears after confessing that she's currently in love with someone else. Roman's world shattered. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him drive to the bar where he drank himself to stupor. There he met Rosy who also came to drink as a result of what Stefan did to her. Fate had it's way, and something huge happened between them that night... Huge enough to change everything about their existence. Who can't wait to find out what the huge something is and how huge it is? Are you ready to be on a rollercoaster of emotions? Join this sweet ride to see what life holds for this two and what future dramas will look like. Trust me, it's a book that'd keep you at the edge of your seat throughout... Don't miss out.
Game Over, Mr. CEO

Game Over, Mr. CEO

My husband Mark and I built DreamWeaver Games from a college dorm room. He was the CEO, I was the lead developer – the one who actually made the games. Our company was our dream, our life, for years. But then, he started spending company money, our money, on lavish gifts and dinners for Chloe, our flirty PR manager. When I questioned the "marketing expenses," he gave me the silent treatment for three months. One morning, he dangled a brochure for a luxury resort, promising a "reconnecting" getaway – only to cancel last minute. He gave my first-class ticket and the entire luxury booking to Chloe, claiming it was for "company business," a crucial publisher meeting. Later that night, Instagram exploded with photos of Mark and Chloe, clinking champagne at my resort suite. They beamed as a "power couple," their captions mocking me and everything we built. It was a punch to the gut, a public humiliation. How could the man I loved, my partner in every sense, so carelessly betray and humiliate me? The silent treatment, the blatant affair, the open mockery – I was bone-tired of fighting, of being dismissed. My heart, once full of dreams for us, felt dead inside, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. That night, as their "power couple" selfies mocked me from my phone, I knew it was over. No more fighting for him, no more fighting for DreamWeaver. It was time to fight for Sarah, and I already had my first move in motion.