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Southern Melody, Broken Heart

Southern Melody, Broken Heart

I woke up young again, back in my Southern hometown. For sixty years, I' d been married to Mark, my childhood sweetheart, and I cherished the hope for a perfect do-over. This was our second chance, our love story, chapter two. But then, Mark arrived at the welcome-home BBQ. He didn't even glance my way as he strode to the gazebo, microphone in hand, and publicly declared his undying love for Jessica Miller, the town's golden girl. My heart, still aching for shared pasts, turned to ice. My whole life with him-our sixty-year marriage, our shared memories-cracked and shattered, revealed as nothing but a carefully constructed lie. He began showering Jessica with grand gestures he'd always dismissed as "silly," utterly ignoring me. At the town dance, he publicly humiliated me, accusing me of theft and jealousy. Then, at the talent show, he even sabotaged my guitar, desperate for Jessica to win, trying to silence my last shred of hope. How could the man I spent a lifetime with, the man I thought was my soulmate, inflict such cold, calculated cruelty? Was our entire love story truly just a sham, a convenience concocted by him? Every memory of our intertwined past felt tainted, leaving me heartbroken and desperate for an answer. Just as despair threatened to consume me, a stranger-a music scout-approached me after hearing my raw, pain-filled song. He offered me a chance at a dream I' d long buried. It was time to write a new song, for me, and reclaim a life he never wanted me to have.
Tethered Spirit: Bound To My Murderer Husband

Tethered Spirit: Bound To My Murderer Husband

My son was dying in my arms, and the man who should have been saving him was likely choosing an engagement ring for another woman. I rushed Jeremy to the Emergency Room, his small body heavy and limp against my chest. But the person blocking the sliding doors wasn’t a doctor. It was Yvonne, my fiancé Benedict's new lover. She looked at my desperate, rain-soaked face and sneered. "Don't ruin my night with your drama," she hissed. "Benedict is busy." She and her brother shoved me back onto the wet floor. My son died on the cold tiles of the entrance. My heart gave out moments later, unable to bear the grief. When Benedict finally walked past our bodies, he didn't even look at our faces. He crumpled up the note I had written begging for help and tossed it into the trash. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "She uses the kid as an excuse to interrupt my shift again." He stepped over his own dead son to go to a party. But I didn't disappear. I became a ghost, invisible and tethered to him by an unbreakable chain. I watched him laugh with the woman who killed us. I watched him live his perfect life while I floated in the void. Until he found the autopsy report. Until he saw the date of birth. Until he found the broken locket in the evidence bag engraved with *Benedict & Ava*. Now, he spends every night crying into the dark, begging for a forgiveness he will never get. He thinks he is simply haunted. He has no idea he is paying a blood debt that will never end.
I am Not Your Villainess

I am Not Your Villainess

Years ago, I, Ava, the adopted daughter, stumbled upon an old screenplay that labeled me the villainess. It foretold my role: a sacrifice for my 'perfect' sister, Chloe. Desperate to rewrite my fate, I poured kindness into the lives around me, subtly guiding studio executive Ethan Crawford to success and saving Marcus Vance from a life on the streets. My hope was to earn loyalty, to shield myself from the script' s cruel prophecy. But on the set of Ethan' s latest film, that hope shattered. A controlled explosion went wrong. While Chloe emerged with a mere scratch, a piece of debris slammed into my side. Agony stole my breath. No one noticed. My adoptive mother accused me of distracting Chloe, and Ethan, seeing only Chloe' s 'trauma,' dismissed my cries for help as 'drama.' He ordered Marcus to take me to an isolated, decaying guesthouse, to keep me out of the press. Marcus, the man I saved, left me there alone, choosing to 'check on Chloe at the hospital' instead. I bled out, helpless and forgotten, the script' s narrative unfolding flawlessly. Every act of kindness, every sacrifice I made, was twisted against me, cementing Chloe' s manipulative victimhood. How could those I helped so devotedly believe such cruel lies? Was my destiny truly sealed by a cursed story? My death, however, was just the beginning. My spirit lingered, an unseen witness. I watched Marcus, desperate to conceal what he'd done, chillingly preserve my body in ice. But the truth, cold and silent, would soon shatter the carefully constructed illusions of everyone involved, dragging the Ashworth family, and the Hollywood elite, into a scandal far more devastating than any screenplay could predict.
A Fated Collision

A Fated Collision

Love was never in Claire Mitchell's plans. A disciplined and reclusive Harvard scholarship student, she has spent her entire life chasing excellence, not romance. To her, love is about being the perfect match-an ideal fit. But her carefully built walls begin to crumble when she crosses paths with Christopher Miller, the enigmatic billionaire professor who seems to challenge everything she believes. Christopher never knew love-only power, wealth, and influence. To him, love is sacrifice. When he first meets Claire, she sees him as nothing more than an arrogant professor and a persistent nuisance. She has no idea he's the anonymous benefactor behind her scholarship. Amused by her defiance and drawn to her in ways he can't explain, Christopher finds himself breaking his own rules, making her life both a challenge and an irresistible pull. Their attraction ignites like wildfire, but Claire refuses to give in. She's determined to graduate without distractions, while Christopher is determined to prove she belongs with him. Their constant clashes-both on and off campus-fuel an undeniable chemistry. But as Christopher presses her for answers about love and what it means to her, he realizes he may never fit her definition. Just when their slow-burning connection deepens, misunderstandings and betrayal threaten to tear them apart. Christopher misreads Claire's intentions, pushing her away at the worst possible moment. The fallout is catastrophic-an argument that changes everything, leaving Claire with a devastating memory loss and Christopher questioning if he's lost her forever. Now, Christopher must risk it all to undo his mistakes, while Claire struggles to find the truth buried in the fragments of her past. As they battle regrets, heartbreak, and the weight of their own fears, one question remains: Can love survive when everything they believe in threatens to keep them apart?
JANE DOE

JANE DOE

Jane and James met unusually, James had saved her life and since she has no memory of who she was before the moment she opened her eyes at the hospital she adopted the name Jane, the hospital staff had labelled her Jane Doe when they discovered she has lost her memory. James helped Jane through her difficult period and gave her a place to stay, gradually love blossoms between them BUT what will happen when James realises she is the daughter of the man who ruined his life’s savings coupled with the fact that some people were after her life for a crime she claims to know nothing about. Can he trusts that she knows nothing of the crime? Can their love overcome this hurdle or will they stand on opposite sides, eventually? James was walking aimlessly around mourning the loss of his life’s savings when he saw a bright colour shining forth, he was on top of a hill so he looked down to see what could be reflecting so bright; he squinted his eyes and shield his face from the early morning Ray of light; he saw the form of a person laying in the ditch and ran to help; she was lifeless, her head stained with thick blood that seems to have dried up, he dialled the emergency line and they rushed her to the hospital as fast as they can, James forgot all about his own sorrow, a life was at stake. Clara Jack is the daughter of the famous Mr Jack owner of Jackson’s Bank, she had been shielded and well provided for all her life but she wasn’t a spoilt brat, her parents had taught her good manners and she had just graduated and joined her Dad’s business when tragedy struck and Clara Jack became a missing person, no one knows where she is and her mother who was looking for her couldn’t release her pictures to the media for fear that her father’s enemy might also locate her and kill her.