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The Ruined Heiress Makes A Comeback

The Ruined Heiress Makes A Comeback

I attended a high-stakes tech gala in a rented designer gown, desperate to secure a marketing contract to save myself from bankruptcy. But the new billionaire CEO turned out to be Carlisle, the penniless ex-boyfriend I had brutally dumped four years ago. He still thought I left him because he was poor, completely unaware I did it to protect him from my family's sudden ruin. Terrified of his revenge, I stayed up all night writing a business pitch. But my old laptop froze, and I accidentally emailed him my secret, highly explicit NSFW fan-fiction about him instead. He summoned me to his penthouse and accused me of prostituting myself for the contract. When I slipped and fell into his indoor pool, he violently shoved me away. "Save your cheap tricks. My bed isn't for women like you." Soon after, I received a formal sexual harassment warning from HR. He threatened to publicly bankrupt and blacklist me if I didn't present a flawless pitch at the executive dinner. I was crushed by the absolute humiliation. I packed my bags, ready to resign and run away just like I did four years ago. But then he sent one last email, mocking me. "Lumina doesn't need a coward who only knows how to pawn bags and run." That insult set my blood on fire. I wasn't a coward. I deleted my resignation, brewed black coffee, and started typing. Tomorrow night, I was going to shove the most brilliant marketing pitch straight down his arrogant throat.
To betray the Mafia King

To betray the Mafia King

"Don't you dare touch me with your disgusting hands again bit**!" Her breathing stopped and her mouth went dry. The anger in his eyes was something she never saw before. Vincenzo was famous for his calmness and temper. Then who was this deadly disaster standing in front of her? The same hands that had caressed her body with a gentleness that no man has ever shown her before were hurting her. They were treating her like trash when earlier they treated her like a piece of delicate glass. "But it's true Vince...I...lov-" "How does it matter puttana...you will be dead in few minutes anyways. So tell me a reason to not kill you for your treason?" She was willing to accept death. Her body ready to fall down any second without the support of his arms. One last time she looked up at him. His eyelashes looking longer than usual and those black orbs sucking her in their darkness. "My answer will not change...I have and will always love you" Her voice came out stronger than before. With determination and truthful shining in her teary eyes, she laid her heart open to the man she dared to love and betray . His eyes held surprise for few seconds to be followed by indifference. With no emotion on his face and eyes narrowed, he pulled down the barrel, ready to shoot her. "Tst tsk wrong answer mio amore" The coldness of the muzzle made her close her eyes again. Ready to accept death from the hands of her lover for her crimes. His breath on her face, the only thing she could feel as she takes her last breath borrowing it from him. "Rule 2: to kill who betrays and you puttana...." His cold finger trailed the path of her tears and she twitched under his touch. "You betrayed me of everything" *bang* ...................................................
LET'S ROLL THE DICE

LET'S ROLL THE DICE

Luna the only daughter of the leader of notorious assassin the bloody haven, she moved like a ghost. Her father, the bloody and cruel leader of the notorious Bloody haven assassin, although he gave her a quality education, he had had shaped her into a lethal instrument. Despite her intelligent, her beauty and curves that adorned her body she doesn't believe in love and affection because of the way she was raised. The memories of her first mission scared her and it haunted her. They called her " The Ghost," a name that cause shiver down the spine of many people. Her face remained veiled, her eyes bloodshot and unyielding. Human lives was worthless to her and they held no value to her. Human life held no value for her, it was merely a means to an end. Trust was a luxury she couldn't afford, and her only confidant was the cold steel of her gun. Luna found herself entangled with the Leonard Cohen a man who she was assigned to kill by her father. Leonard Cohen is a billionaire and the CEO of Golden Corp group a man who wielded power and influence that rippled through the country. A man who was trained in the art of Martials, a man whose heart was devoid of trust. How could she get close to the cold CEO? Could love bloom in the midst of danger? Would she succeed in her mission, or would her heart betray her? Destiny had drawn them together as they both fell in love. Luna faced a choice, loyalty to her father or the possibility of a forbidden connection with the man she was sent to kill. But will that same destiny that brought them together tear them apart?
For His Love: My Public Shame

For His Love: My Public Shame

My family's beloved Majestic movie theater was facing foreclosure, a legacy crumbling after my father's passing. I, Amelia Hayes, an aspiring screenwriter, had one desperate shot: get my script noticed. Then, a powerful Hollywood producer, Marcus Thorne, offered a lifeline: "Be my companion, and your theater is saved." I fell for his charm, mistaking grand gestures for genuine affection. But his A-list ex-fiancée, Victoria Sinclair, reappeared, instantly making it clear I was nothing but a temporary distraction, a pawn in Marcus’s desperate game to win Victoria back. Victoria orchestrated cruel tests, and Marcus consistently chose her, culminating in him publicly abandoning me at a gala. She moved into his home, humiliating me, then framed me for an attack, leading Marcus to lock me in his wine cellar without question. Later, at a public university event, he looked straight at me and coldly denied knowing me. The humiliation, the betrayal, the objectification—how could I have been so foolish, so disposable? Every "affectionate" moment had been a calculated lie, designed to make Victoria jealous. The man I thought I loved had used me, broken me, then discarded me. Enough was enough. I wouldn't be his pawn any longer. I sent him a final, defiant message, severed all ties, and left for Paris, determined to reclaim my dignity, heal my heart, and write my own story, far from the gilded cage of Hollywood.