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I Made My Fiancé Lost It All

I Made My Fiancé Lost It All

I was just a third-grade teacher, my life with my musician fiancé, Ethan, humming along. Our wedding was three weeks away, a dream I' d poured my savings and heart into, supporting his band from day one. But then I saw him. At "Book Nook Brews," not at band rehearsal, but with Chloe, his young intern. He was laughing with her, a genuine laugh I hadn't heard directed at me in months, his hand intimately on hers. The world instantly tilted off its axis. The next morning, the city' s biggest music blog confirmed my worst fears, plastered with photos of them. Yet, Ethan called, not to apologize, but to dismiss it as a "PR stunt," calling Chloe his "temporary PR girlfriend." He even expected me to be excited the wedding would be "bigger news" after his "promotional trip." Later, when I confronted him, he shoved me, causing me to stumble onto broken glass, cutting my hand deeply. He abandoned me bleeding, rushing off to comfort Chloe for a self-inflicted scratch. How could the man I loved be so cold, so manipulative, so utterly, shamelessly devoid of concern for my pain? Why had I sacrificed so much for someone who valued public image over basic human decency? The sting of betrayal was a physical ache, but a cold, hard resolve began to settle in. His final, hollow "love you" felt like ash in my mouth. That' s when I picked up the phone. "Aunt Carol," I said, my voice steady now. "I need a favor. Can you change the groom\'s name on the wedding invitations? To David Miller." And just like that, my meticulous plan, and my new life, began.
Reborn Without Sarah

Reborn Without Sarah

My wife, Sarah, always had a radiant smile, bright and flawless, just like the diamond necklace she wore. Everyone at the party, celebrating the pinnacle of my architectural career, saw us as the perfect couple, living in a stunning penthouse. But beneath the facade, a chilling rot was eating away at our foundation. Two weeks ago, hunting for a charging cable in Sarah' s car, I stumbled upon a burner phone. It lit up, revealing not just flirtatious texts, but explicit photos and mocking conversations between my beautiful wife and my ambitious mentee, Alex. They called me "The Old Man," a relic to be managed. The discovery was a physical blow, turning my decade-long marriage into a carefully constructed lie. Every shared glance, every subtle touch between them became a dagger. I saw Alex meticulously undermining me, charming clients, systematically taking over not just my marriage, but my entire company. The pain of betrayal was excruciating, but the calm that settled over me was even more terrifying. How could I have been so blind? How could the woman I built a life for, the man I trusted like a brother, conspire so intricately against me? The architect in me, trained to see structures and systems, knew one thing: this wasn't just an affair; it was a planned takeover. So, I gripped the cold metal railing of my penthouse balcony, the city lights blurring below. I wouldn't just leave. They wouldn't find me. I would disappear completely, to die and be reborn as someone else, someone who didn't remember the name Sarah. And my final design would be my escape.
Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

My father was marrying a gold-digger, the mother of my cheating ex-boyfriend. To end the charade, I crashed their luxury wedding with a ten-foot funeral wreath. In front of hundreds of elites, my father slapped me across the face, calling me a vicious bitch while his new wife smiled in victory. I triggered the estate's fire system to ruin them, but a terrifying stranger in the VIP section bypassed my military-grade hack in seconds. He was Kavon Velasquez, a dangerous billionaire heir who had been missing for twelve years. Instead of exposing me, he shielded me from my father's second blow. When my pathetic ex tried to drag me away, I grabbed Kavon and kissed him to humiliate my ex. I shoved a $500,000 check into Kavon's pocket as hush money and left. I thought that was the end of it. But why did this apex predator move into the penthouse right next to mine at 2 AM? Why did he violently crush my ex's face the next morning just for grabbing my arm? "She is my woman. If you ever come within ten feet of her again, I will bury you." I didn't understand why a man with lethal skills was suddenly hunting me. Then I found out he had just blackmailed my father with undeniable proof of corporate money laundering. His demand wasn't money. It was me. He ordered my father to announce our engagement by tomorrow sunset, and this dangerous game officially began.
The Billionaire's Wife : Mr and Mrs Wade

The Billionaire's Wife : Mr and Mrs Wade

Alexander heard the door shut and without lifting his head. He said in a frigid voice. " Have you signed the papers"? " No, I am not going to sign it". She ripped the papers. She had decided to fight for her kids. " Ella, don't make this difficult than it already is". " Can you listen to yourself, you are the one doing this. How could you?. we've been together for 7 years, we have kids for God's sake". She suppressed the bitterness in her heart. " Listen, Ella, I never acknowledged that I still have feelings for Susan until six months ago". " Oh Susan". She said in disgust. " You are severing us apart because of that woman who left you seven years ago?. I am not signing any papers for my kid's sake". She said determinedly and veered around to leave the room. His face went blank." I don't love you anymore". He confessed. She halted at the door.... Alexander wade a multi billionaire, he's the most ruthless tycoon in the business industry. He's the president of the Wade's enterprise. He's known as the demon king but he's a sweet husband and a proud father. What happens when his ex lover came back and wants to rekindle their love. Will he destroy his lovely family because of her?. What if he wants a divorce will Ella approve?. Ella Williams an orphan who has no family expect her husband and children. She married Alexander wade the first man that she has ever loved. She was a house wife and was very happy in her home. She had a complete family until his ex came back. Will she lose the only family she has?. What if her children start staying away from her?. What sacrifice does she have to make for her children's happiness?. But what if Alexander is doing all of this for a reason?
Pleasure Under His Command

Pleasure Under His Command

🔥🔥Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly... welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn't understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut... she never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn't know what she was doing... but somehow, that didn't matter. He took control, and she let him. His tongue didn't just lick it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. "Fuck.." She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she'd never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex's final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn't satisfy him, that she didn't even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn't think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating... and she never even got his name.
Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

As the campus radio station manager, my life was a comfortable, soundproofed bubble of classes and curated playlists, far from the chaotic drama of campus life. I liked it that way. That afternoon, a guy from the drama club borrowed our equipment for a "big, romantic event" on the quad. I thought nothing of it until my phone buzzed with Sarah's frantic shriek: "It's Liam Hayes! He's proposing to Chloe Miller!" The world stopped. Liam. My secret, pathetic daydream. Proposing to Chloe, the confident English major everyone knew was determined to make him hers. And I had handed him the very tools for my own heartbreak. "No!" I whispered, but Sarah' s voice chirped, "Yes! He's got a microphone and everything!" Our microphone. A terrible, insane idea formed as I sprinted to the quad, lungs burning, heart hammering. I had to stop it. Not for him to magically choose me, but because I couldn't let my station' s gear broadcast the end of my foolish hopes. Pushing through the crowd, I zeroed in on our speaker, the master volume. My hand trembled, but then my traitorous heart screamed, "I like him so much it hurts." A horrific screech of feedback erupted, followed by my amplified confession, booming across the entire quad. Silence. A thousand eyes swiveled to me, still outstretched, my fingers accidentally on the talkback button. I had just confessed my deepest crush to the entire campus. To Liam Hayes. My blood ran cold; my life, as I knew it, was over.