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His Poisoned Love, My Escape

His Poisoned Love, My Escape

My husband, Austen, the man the world saw as my devoted admirer, was the artist of my pain. He had punished me ninety-five times, and this was the ninety-sixth. Then, a message from my stepsister, Joyce, buzzed on my phone: a photo of her perfectly manicured hand holding champagne, captioned, "Celebrating another victory. He really does love me more." A second message from Austen followed, "My love, are you resting? I' ve asked the doctor to come. I' m sorry it had to be this way, but you must learn. I' ll be home soon to take care of you." I had always known Joyce was the trigger, but I never understood the mechanism. I thought it was just Austen' s own brand of cruelty, ignited by Joyce' s lies. But then, I found a voice recording of Austen's. His calm voice filled the silent room, "...number ninety-six. A broken hand. It should be enough to appease Joyce this time. But my debt must be paid. Fifteen years ago, Joyce saved my life. She pulled me from that burning car after the kidnapping. I vowed that day I would protect her from everything and everyone. Even from my own wife." My mind went blank. Kidnapping. Burning car. Fifteen years ago. I was the one there. I was the girl who pulled a terrified, crying boy from the back seat just before it exploded. His name was Austen. He had called me his "little star." But when I returned with the police, another girl was there, crying and holding Austen' s hand. It was Joyce. He didn't know. He had built his entire twisted system of justice on a lie. Joyce had stolen my life-saving act, and I was paying the price. Every cell in my body screamed one word: Escape.
The Call He Never Answered

The Call He Never Answered

At my company' s anniversary party, my husband Mark, beaming, played a game with his assistant, Lily, a cookie balanced on his forehead. As the room erupted in applause when he succeeded, I cheered, "Go, Mark!" The room fell silent. Lily' s smile vanished, her eyes welling with tears as she whimpered, "Oh, Mark." Mark, furious, snapped at me, "What' s wrong with you, Olivia? You always have to ruin everything. You're such a killjoy. So boring." Then, in front of everyone-our colleagues and friends-he bent down and kissed Lily, deeply and passionately. On our tenth wedding anniversary, watching Mark kiss another woman, I felt absolutely nothing. Later, Lily, riding comfortably in the passenger seat of our car, flashed a sickeningly sweet smile and called me "Sis-in-law." I remembered Mark once scoffing at my handmade charm, saying it didn' t match his car' s style, yet he found a custom pink paint job acceptable. The next morning, Lily posted a photo of red roses on Instagram: "This big silly man always remembers my birthday." In the corner, my wedding ring rested on a man' s hand. When Mark returned, he joked, "What' s the occasion? You even made a cake?" He then smeared frosting on my cheek, remarking on the cake' s poor presentation. If this had happened any other year, I would have screamed and cried. Instead, I calmly dumped the cake in the trash. He tried to appease me with expensive jewelry, a routine apology after every fight. But when I saw Lily' s text on his phone-"Mark, I had so much fun tonight, see you tomorrow~"-he erupted in a rage. He shoved me, throwing me off balance. My arm sliced on the coffee table, and my ankle twisted. He simply muttered, "For God' s sake, Olivia," before rushing to Lily' s side after she called him, leaving me injured and alone. Why did he care more about her fake sickness than my real injury? I was numb. I was utterly done. What else could I do but finally set myself free? That night, for the first time in a decade, I slept soundly, knowing I had made the right decision. My life had to change.
The Doctor Secretary

The Doctor Secretary

I thought I was a good doctor. But no matter how good you are, if the person you love is gone, there is nothing you can do. What is my profession? Devotion and Care to bring healing, Comfort and Hope but I can't heal him. I am Useless! Yes, I am. This kind of scenario is too much. My heart beating so fast and my body is also shaking because the closing of his eyes and the stopping of his heartbeat is also the stopping of my world because there is nothing I can do but to release him. "Baby, please! wake up?! Please," I'm begging. I was talking to him hoping he would live while the tears did not stop flowing in my eyes. "P-Please! P-Please!" I shouted while hugging him. "Baby please don't leave me, Please!" I cried and buried my face in his neck. I'm scared of losing her. I can't I can't I begged him that his heart would beat again and that he would take pity on me, but no matter what I did, he would not get up and he would not live anymore. If only his brother had a heart! if only! I hope that somehow the life of the person I love will be extended. I took a deep breath and folded my hands and wiped my tears. "I swear!" I shouted angrily. "The time will come when we meet his brother but I guarantee he won't be happy either!" My Rezza is the reason why I am elusive and always stuck with anyone. I don't want to love like that because I will only get hurt because what happened was not a joke. I wasn't even given a chance to prolong the life of the person I wanted to be with in my old age. Everything was vanished in my system. I lost my appetite but one day I had to hire a new secretary because my secretary in the Department of Dermatology at the Hospital was going to Canada. It's hard when fate intervenes because I must have started wrong. I wish I didn't just get hired because my quiet world was disturbed by my secretary who knows nothing but to annoy me and give me a headache. "You're annoying me!" I looked at him but all he did to me was a sweet smile and a peace sign. That would be really insulting to him... Can I still avoid him if he is the one that makes my heart beat? But what if you find out that he was the one who would have given life to the person you loved before but he denied it? "She's selfish!" I said. Are you ready to fight for your love? Or you'll just let yourself hate him because of the past... And in the end you'll just tell him that he's the most wrong thing to come into your life even though he'll also shape your character. I thought there was nothing more painful than losing someone you love, but I was wrong because there is something that hurts even more. These are the words he spoke. "If there's another chance I'll choose? I'll choose not to have met you!" words that squeezed my heart that I could hardly breathe from the pain. Can you correct my chance you know too late? Im Dr. Jaxon Philip De-Gracia Her Zareen Zeb Gomez
Heart of the Empire

Heart of the Empire

"I don't need your money... I never have... And, I never will..." Jenifar stated firmly. Alexander smiled ruefully, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and challenge. "What you feel for me is irrelevant... I've never asked for your love. And you always seem to forget that what we have here..." he paused, gesturing his fingers between the two of us. "Is just a business agreement, nothing more, nothing less!! And yes, we will come out of this alive. And when we do, I will find out who betrayed me! And I'll make them wish for death. In the heart of a bustling city, two women, Isabella Beckett and Jennifer Carlson, find their lives intertwined by an enigmatic necklace with ancient, mystical powers. This necklace, a family heirloom passed down through generations, holds the power to bridge souls across realms. Isabella Beckett, the intelligent and determined daughter of Jonathan Beckett, CEO of Beckett Enterprises, discovers the necklace in an old family trunk. Unbeknownst to her, the necklace's twin lies with, Jenifer Carlson a 28 year old married woman, whose life as been nothing but suffering and hardship. Jennifer discovers her necklace while exploring her ancestor's belongings, drawn to its intricate design and mysterious aura. Jenifer was an orphan who grew up poor, all she had was the necklace her mother left her. One day her husband got in trouble with other gangsters and whiles both of them were trying to escape, she was shot down by the other gangsters her husband stole from and dies on the spot. As her eyes closed off, her necklace glowed, she wakes up in a new person's body. Her name was Isabella Beckett. As she tries to unravel how she got into the body of someone else after she died, she soon learns about the new high society she found herself in. The Beckett and Romano families are the two most powerful business empires and conglomerates in New York. To ensure mutual gain and avoid ruthless competition, a strategic alliance was formed years ago between the two families. Which involves Jennifer who was now in Isabella's body, unbeknownst to everyone else, to get married to the heir of the Romano empire, Alexander Romano. Will trust and love blossom between the two families, or will a corporate war break out? Read "Heart Of The Empire", to find out.