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The His Wife

The His Wife

We are currently at a party with the man I married. The Ross couple took me from an orphanage and married me to their daughter because they said they needed a grandchild. "Aryn, join me in the bathroom," said Jai, who is the girlfriend of my husband's friend, so I nodded and turned to Adam. "I will accompany Jai to the bathroom" I said and he looked at me and nodded. I smiled at him before walking away with Jai. I also went to the bathroom because I also peed. Jai finished first so I sped up. We were about to return to our table when we saw that there was a commotion. "Why Adam? What I'm saying is true," said a voice, so Jai and I walked closer to the gathering of people. "You feel that all women will kill you, so you plan to take my girlfriend as well," he said until I saw what was happening. Adam was standing while there was a small man standing in front of him and a woman behind him. I frowned because I didn't know what was going on. "Babe, that's right," said the woman behind the small man. "I told you, Clifford. I didn't touch him. She touched me and I avoid her," said Adam in his still calm voice but it was cold and serious. “Don't lie, Ross! That's how you are!” it screamed and k!nulled my wife. His bodyguards suddenly became alert but Adam raised the alarm so they did nothing. "I'm married, Clifford," Adam said so I was suddenly stunned. "As if you're loyal!" Clifford shouted and let him go. Adam chuckled and everyone backed away. "You can say that," Adam said and wet his lips. Adam was very calm while Clifford was obviously furious. Suddenly, Clifford took a glass of wine and before he could pour the wine on Adam, I intervened so I was the one who got wet. "What the hell!" said Clifford and looked at me. "We can talk about this matter privately, I'm sorry if my husband did something that p!ss you off. Just like what I said earlier, we can talk about this matter privately," I said in a calm voice and held Adam's hand and covered him. Just in case Clifford does something that will harm Adam. "Is this your wife?" asked Clifford. "Yes, Mr. Clifford," I said and Clifford suddenly grinned. "We can talk about it Adam. Do you want us to change?” Clifford said suddenly and I was surprised that Adam was in front of me while holding my hand. "What did you just say?" Adam said, clearly angry. "Palit" Clifford didn't finish what he was going to say when Adam pointed a bar!l at him in the head. Everyone was alerted so I pulled the hem of Adam's clothes. "Hey," I said but his aura was different. "You can disrespect me, !nsult me ​​and do whatever you want, but what you did to my wife made me lose my temper," Adam said and I saw Clifford swallow. "Adam, we can settle this matter privately," I said calmly and he looked at me. He took off his coat and put it on me because my clothes were wet. He looked at Clifford again so I interrupted again but now I was looking at Adam. "Don't," I said and he looked at me while I held his hand with the bar!l. "So this is your wife?" said Clifford and laughed. “Shut up or I'll—” "Adam," I said in a low voice and stroked his hand. He lowered the bar and turned me around again and pulled Clifford closer to him. "You're lucky because she's here, but otherwise. I don't know where to pick you up," said Adam, which I didn't hear. "Let's go, before I do something," said Adam and we walked away. His indeed the most scary person who can k!ll you once he loses his temper, and I'm his wife.
My bodyguard husband

My bodyguard husband

What happens when two laterally opposite worlds of business collide. One from the day and the other operates at night. Jema Malteng was the first child of a famous business tycoon. She was the next in line successor of his vast business empire. She had always believed for years that she would assume position of chief executive officer once her father stepped down,seeing that he had no male child. Her father however, gave her a condition which she must fulfill if she wanted to reach that mantle, she must get married in six months after reading his will or risk the company being handed over to her step sister . She was distraught on hearing the news because she had no man in her life and neither did she ever plan to. She looked for a quick means of fulfilling his wish and resorted to a contract marriage with a man who crashed into her car the day she was returning from the will reading. It seemed like the most viable solution, seeing that it was in trend but little did she know that her newly contracted husband had secrets of his own. He lunged her into a world of danger and paranoia, adding to the one she already led. They uncovered many underlying plots against them as they continued with the marriage and along the line,began to develop feelings for each other as well. "Miss,are you sure you are willing to put up with my fast paced life,it can get a little risky as we ride on", he said and leaned in into the seat,hands crossed believing that she would change her mind. She looked at him with absolutely no doubt in her mind. " I don't care,you are a bodyguard aren't you,I'll be fine as long as you're with me",she stated in an as a matter of fact tone,handing him the pen. He shook his head and grinned at her confidence. He collected the pen and signed,but as he did so,he looked at her. "Welcome to hell Miss Malteng", he said rolling the pen to her across the table. Watch as the plot unfolds. Disclaimer: This book cover isn't originally mine.
A Promise Kept, A Heart Healed

A Promise Kept, A Heart Healed

Tomorrow was supposed to be my wedding day. But a cold feeling spread through my chest as I stood outside the bathroom door of my fiancé, Liam Harrison, the man I' d known since foster care. Inside, I heard his desperate moan: "Ashley..." Ashley Peterson. My high school tormentor. The one who called him a "freak" and poured scalding coffee on him. My heart shattered as he moaned her name again, pure pleasure. His phone buzzed, the name Ashley Peterson lit up the screen. He answered, his voice instantly soft, almost pleading. "You better be. Don' t think for a second that just because you' re marrying that pathetic little charity case, you can forget about me," she spat. He lied about checking work email, grabbed his keys, and left. I followed. He drove not to his office, but to an expensive bakery. I watched as he bought her a ridiculous cake. He' d hired her as his personal assistant, saying it was revenge. But I' d found his old journals. They weren't about revenge. They were filled with her name, detailing a twisted obsession. At the bakery, Ashley took the cake. "It' s my birthday tomorrow, Liam. I have a wish. Ditch the wedding. Don' t marry her." He stiffened, but she purred, "You don't love her. You love me." I watched as he slowly, almost imperceptibly, nodded. My heart turned to ice. I cancelled the wedding, packed my bags, and started the process to move to Europe. But Ashley wasn't done. She showed up at my home, treating our staff like servants. "This is my house now." The confrontation escalated, and she deliberately threw scalding soup on me. "Now you have a scar to match your pathetic life." Liam walked in, and she shrieked, "She attacked me!" He didn' t even look at my burns. He cradled her. "Chloe, what the hell is wrong with you?" Even with witnesses, he chose to believe her. He carried her out to the hospital, leaving me behind-alone, shattered, and betrayed. He tried to buy my forgiveness with designer gifts, but I saw him for what he was: a weak man controlled by toxic obsession. Then, at a charity gala, Ashley, desperate, bid a ridiculous amount on a bracelet. Liam publicly rejected her, and she flew into a rage, smashing the bracelet and fleeing. He followed her into the garden. I watched as he gently comforted her for losing a childhood memento. She gave him a deep, demanding kiss, and he returned it passionately. The world tilted. It wasn' t just sick obsession. It was love. I finally understood my place. He loved me like a sister he was indebted to, like a pet he felt responsible for. But he desired Ashley. Her cruelty was affection, my devotion a burden. I was the safe harbor, she the storm. I didn' t want his pity, his candy, his hollow promises. I wanted to be free. The morning of the wedding, I abandoned my dress, shattered my phone, and threw away my ring. I was finally, truly, gone.
Loving My Brother’s Best Friend

Loving My Brother’s Best Friend

When he looked in through the window, he was astounded to see her topless and braless. She was standing with her back to him, eliciting wild desires in him. He took his handkerchief from his pocket and crept into her room. He blindfolded her with his hankie before dragging her towards the bed. Her heartbeat accelerated. She could feel that he was her man. She asked, "is it you, baby?" He pushed her onto the bed and gazed at her perfect slender body with profound desires in his eyes. He hovered her and tied her wrists with his tie to the headboard. *** She could never stop her heart from beating for him since the day she saw him despite knowing that he would never retaliate to her feelings as for him she was only his best friend's sister. She was so innocent and pure like holy water, and he was messed up and a monster whom anybody definitely wouldn't like to come across. She had never dated anyone in her entire life because, for her, the love of her life was everything. On the other hand, he never believed in all this. For him, "love" didn't exist; it was all about physical needs. His mere presence was enough to relieve her pain; he was like oxygen to her, while on the other hand, he didn't even acknowledge her presence. Her love was so pure and selfless that it could make anyone fall for it because it's not easy to love someone who is forbidden. But will he ever witness her love? Will he ever love her as purely as she loves him? Will her one-sided love ever be fulfilled? If you want to know, then follow the journey of a tempting biker and his secret admirer.
CROSSED PATHS

CROSSED PATHS

Synopsis: Sophie Carter's world is turned upside down when she moves to a new town, leaving behind the life she knew and the people she loved. Struggling to fit in at her new high school, she feels like an outsider, constantly overshadowed by the school's elite crowd, led by the intimidating Amber. Just when Sophie starts to think things might never get better, she meets Ryan Mitchell, a talented and kind-hearted boy who has his own battles to face. Together, they bond over a shared passion for art, creating a stunning piece for the school's annual art show. But when Amber, threatened by Sophie's growing connection with Ryan, decides to tear them down, Sophie finds herself in the middle of a social war. Amber's cruel online post sets the whole school against her, and Sophie feels the weight of judgment on her shoulders. But through every insult and every setback, Sophie learns what it truly means to stand up for herself. With Ryan by her side, Sophie discovers the power of friendship, resilience, and the strength to pursue her dreams, no matter the obstacles in her way. As the art show looms and the stakes get higher, Sophie must confront her fears, face her enemies, and prove that she's more than just the sum of her insecurities. Harmony in Nature is a heartfelt, coming-of-age story about finding your voice, embracing who you are, and standing tall against the world-even when it feels like everything is working against you. With a touch of romance, the bond of friendship, and a celebration of creativity, Sophie's journey will inspire anyone who's ever struggled to fit in and dared to dream big.
The Judge, The Fiancée, The Frame-up

The Judge, The Fiancée, The Frame-up

The judge' s voice was a flat, impersonal drone. "Guilty." My fiancée, Olivia, a vision in her tailored business suit, didn' t even flinch. Her eyes, once so full of love, slid away from mine, landing on my half-brother, Liam. He covered her hand with his, a small, intimate gesture that screamed a truth louder than the verdict. They were abandoning me. My parents were gone, killed in the very accident I was now convicted of causing. Seven years I spent in hell, every appeal denied, every lead a dead end. Sarah, my childhood friend and court-appointed lawyer-and my wife on paper-was my only lifeline. She kept promising to fight, telling me everything was a lie. Then, a miracle. My conviction overturned. I was finally free. But freedom quickly turned to another nightmare. Sarah, my champion, tearfully confessed her family' s firm was bleeding money from an embezzlement scheme. She needed a fall guy, and I, a freshly released ex-con, was the perfect one. "I' ll do it," I said, believing I was repaying a debt, an honorable sacrifice for the woman who saved me. Another seven years stolen. When I was finally released, 42 years old, I went to Sarah' s mother' s house, this time to surprise her. But the surprise was on me, in the form of a conversation overheard. "Liam needs this to be over." "He thought I was marrying him to save him," Sarah' s voice, cold and sharp, cut through me. "The only reason I married him was to become the victim' s family representative. The only way to legally sign a waiver that would prevent prosecutors from ever going after the real killer." Liam. He was the killer. And Sarah, my trusted friend, my wife, had been the architect of my destruction from the very beginning. Fourteen years. Two prison sentences. All a lie to protect the man who murdered my parents.