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Jilted Bride, Billionaire's Wife

Jilted Bride, Billionaire's Wife

My rehearsal dinner was meant to be the perfect prelude to marrying Silicon Valley' s golden boy, Ethan Hayes. The chandeliers of the Rosewood Ballroom cast a warm glow, but a sudden, sickening thud extinguished all light in my world. Ethan dramatically slipped, hitting his head, and when his eyes fluttered open, he looked straight at me, his fiancée, with chilling non-recognition. "Who are you?" he asked, sealing my fate and public humiliation. My world crumbled around me as "transient global amnesia" became the official diagnosis, conveniently erasing me from his memory. My own assistant, Chloe Vance, became his unwavering shadow, her public concern masking an undeniable triumph only I could see. The wedding summarily postponed, I was left to contend with the cruel whispers that followed me everywhere: "He faked it," "She wasn't good enough." I became a ghost in my own life, a pariah in Silicon Valley, branded as "the girl whose fiancé conveniently forgot her." Was his amnesia truly an accident, or was it a meticulously orchestrated betrayal, planned with Chloe, to destroy my life for her own ambition? This agonizing question haunted my every waking moment, fueling a silent despair deep within me. Five years later, having quietly rebuilt myself and secretly married the formidable tech titan Liam Knight, I unexpectedly faced Ethan and Chloe again. Their arrogant smiles and disdain were still sharp, but so was my strength, forged in the fires of past betrayal. This time, our paths crossing wasn't a tragedy, but the precise moment for an unforeseen reckoning.
Perfect yet imperfect

Perfect yet imperfect

Emmalyn Smith is a human version of the sun. Despite everything she’s going through, she still wears a smile on her face. Emma lost her parents on a plane crash when she just turned 18. Her parents debt was filed up on her as she tried to pay it off working for Micheal Foreman, the complete opposite of her. He’s grumpy, a bitter attitude that catches her attention right away and she was determined to see the real him. But that was just one of Emma’s problem. Being on her last year at high school with her bestfriend since diapers wasn’t as simple as that. One the night Emma went to a party with her bestfriends Xavier’s Rivers, Lizzy Hathaway and Noah Jones, the least she expected happened. She kissed her Best friend. The kiss sparked up something she had no idea was there. But for Emma, life was never that simple. Read to find out… Emmalyn Smith is a human version of the sun. Despite everything she’s going through, she still wears a smile on her face. Emma lost her parents on a plane crash when she just turned 18. Her parents debt was filed up on her as she tried to pay it off working for Micheal Foreman, the complete opposite of her. He’s grumpy, a bitter attitude that catches her attention right away and she was determined to see the real him. But that was just one of Emma’s problem. Being on her last year at high school with her bestfriend since diapers wasn’t as simple as that. One the night Emma went to a party with her bestfriends Xavier’s Rivers, Lizzy Hathaway and Noah Jones, the least she expected happened. She kissed her Best friend. The kiss sparked up something she had no idea was there. Emma struggled with balancing her school life with her work life which appeared to be very difficult due to the fact she was in last year of high school. With her best friend moving to Boston and a new found attraction she grows towards her boss, life isn’t as simple as that for Emmalyn Smith. For Emma, life was never as easy at that. Read journey with Emma from a dysfunctional life to one of a fairytale…
I'm Not Blind Anymore!

I'm Not Blind Anymore!

The screech of tires, then a blinding impact. I shoved my fiancée, Chloe, out of the way, taking the full force of the crash. I woke in darkness, my world reduced to a black void. "I can't see," I whispered, panic rising. Chloe promised she' d be my eyes, my guide, my unwavering support, swearing we'd still marry. I clung to her words, my only light in that crushing darkness. Weeks later, a flicker. A tiny spark in the blackness. My sight was returning, painstakingly slow, but I kept it a secret. I became an observer in my own home, a blind man who could see everything. And what I saw shattered my world. One evening, Chloe' s brother-in-law, Ryan, came for dinner. I watched, pretending to be oblivious, as he snaked his arm around Chloe' s waist, pulling her close. Then he kissed her. A deep, hungry kiss. She kissed him back. My fiancée. Later, from the couch, pretending to be asleep, I heard their whispers from the balcony. "The accident was a stroke of genius, Ry. It worked better than we could have hoped." My blood ran cold. "He's so dependent now," Chloe sneered. "A blind fool. He signed over power of attorney to me last week." Ryan' s voice, greedy, "And the inheritance from his parents?" "Massive," she breathed. "Once we're married, it's all ours." The car crash wasn't an accident. They tried to kill me, or at least incapacitate me, for my money. My love for her died. The betrayal was a physical blow, leaving only cold, hard fury. They thought they had broken me. They thought I was a helpless victim. They were wrong. I would continue to be the blind man, observe their treachery, and on our wedding day, I would bring it all crashing down. This wasn't just about justice. This was about revenge.
The Unwanted Heiress And Her Cold Billionaire

The Unwanted Heiress And Her Cold Billionaire

Brea Sinclair was finally brought back to her wealthy biological family in New York after years in the Rust Belt. She thought they had missed her, but the reality was sickening. They only brought her back to be a walking bone marrow bank to cure her sister, Caitlynn. Tied to a wooden chair in an abandoned warehouse, Brea could only watch as Caitlynn smiled triumphantly and confessed a horrific truth. Their mother hadn't died of a sudden illness; the Sinclair family had poisoned her for her trust fund. To ensure Brea couldn't fight the marrow harvesting, Caitlynn had a contractor douse the concrete floor in gasoline. "A tragic fire leaving you with third-degree burns and in a comatose state will make the hospital paperwork so much easier." With a serene smile, Caitlynn tossed a lit match into the fuel. As the wall of orange fire swallowed her, melting her clothes to her blistering skin, Brea choked on the smoke and her own distilled hatred. Through the agonizing pain, she swore a silent, bloody oath: if there was a next life, she would carve them all to pieces. Opening her eyes, the roaring fire and searing heat instantly vanished, replaced by the mechanical rumbling of train tracks. She was staring at her unburned, eighteen-year-old reflection in a grimy window. She was back on the night train to New York, on the exact day her nightmare began. This time, she was going to tear the Sinclair family apart from the inside.
Her Two Lives: From Maine to Manhattan

Her Two Lives: From Maine to Manhattan

I was a simple fisherman from Maine. I saved a girl named Izzy from a shipwreck, and in her amnesia, we built a pure, simple love. We promised each other forever by the salty sea. Years later, the woman who looked exactly like my Izzy, now the formidable heiress Isabelle Sterling, summoned me to New York. But this Isabelle was cold, distant, and chillingly allowed her aggressive fiancé, Preston, to repeatedly brutalize me. She kept me confined in her luxurious penthouse, a gilded cage far from my home. Preston had me beaten in an alley, smashed my jaw, and even framed me for assault, sending me to Rikers Island for a brutal month. Isabelle watched, seemingly unmoved, later bringing me back only to keep me under her watchful eye. My health was failing, constant headaches and blurred vision plaguing me, but I clung to the hope that my real Izzy was truly out there, fighting for her family, plotting our reunion. "My Izzy would never abandon me," I' d whisper, constantly denying this powerful, callous Isabelle was the girl I loved. Why was she letting this happen to me? Was the Izzy I knew gone, or just buried under layers of New York ambition? Then, at a glittering gala, as Isabelle triumphantly exposed Preston' s crimes and shockingly announced our engagement, he screamed the devastating truth: "She IS Izzy! She abandoned you for power! And she' s using you again!" The world spun, my carefully constructed reality crumbled, and the full weight of her betrayal, coupled with a crushing pain, brought me to my knees.