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The Marriage Proposal

The Marriage Proposal

🔶Blurb 🔶 What will you do when you are in power?? When the world can fall under your feet because of the authority you possessed.. For me? I will take that opportunity and sought for more power but did you know what Andrew William did? He feeds and ripped off from the poor ones who had nothing as material things to offer to him but prefer to get something valuable from the poor people's life. Meet Andrew William.. A filthy rich 31 years old billionaire and a business tycoon who can get whatever he wants with just words from his mouth,, Cruel, arrogant, wicked, proud.. any bad words could describe him. He is the type of man who sleeps with women, womanizing with them.. He is powerful, have connections and people fall and beg for mercy at his feet when he is offended.. Also, meet Rose Walter, a 29 years old stubborn but easy going lady who works as a waitress in a famous bar in Los Angeles Rose's parents were in big debt in the hands of Andrew William. They were loaned a huge sum amount of money but couldn't pay back cos their status. Months passed,, and Andrew William requested for their most cherished daughter, but this time he couldn't get what he wants,, Rose denied his proposal even after being convinced by his parents. Rose has a one sided love to his biggest rival and enemy, Robert suntherland, a gang leader of the most notorious gang in the city,, the cops dare not bring him to book. They were being feared and avoided. Robert who is a dangerous gang leader and is known to work for high classes and politicians kills and assassinate people.. He takes nothing for granted but has a weak spot.. he get to fall in love with women easily. He suddenly died one sunny morning. What killed him has been a mystery to everyone in the city.. ******* But can Andrew get his hands on Rose Walter?? Robert's betrothed lover? Will rose accept his marriage proposal? What and who killed Robert suntherland? Let's find out.
From Disappointment to Destiny

From Disappointment to Destiny

The promotion letter for the head of the German division lay heavy in my hand. It was the job I' d always wanted, the future I' d painstakingly built, but I' d turned it down a year ago. "Don' t go, Ethan," Olivia had pleaded, her eyes filled with tears. "I need you here." So, I stayed, sacrificing my career, taking a lesser role to support her dreams, to be her stable foundation. Tonight was my 25th birthday, a simple steak dinner I' d cooked. The second plate sat empty. Olivia had texted hours ago: "Something came up with my study group. Will be a little late." I scrolled through social media, a habit born of waiting. Then I saw it: Alex Stone, Olivia' s younger colleague, his arm wrapped tightly around her at a loud, crowded bar. They were beaming, heads together, Olivia holding a colorful cocktail, not a textbook. The caption read: "Celebrating with the best." The air left my lungs. It wasn't just the picture; it was the casual intimacy, the audacious lie. A celebration. On my birthday. A sharp, cold feeling spread through my chest, a feeling I had ignored for too long. I remembered every sacrifice: selling my classic car for her tuition, sleepless nights proofreading her papers while she was out with "friends from class," driving hours in a snowstorm to fix her flat tire, only to be chastised for being late. I had given and given, believing that was love, building my world around her. But she was building a separate one without me. The pain was immense, but beneath it, something hard and resolute stirred. I had been patient. I had been loyal. I had been a fool. The unlit candle on the cake, a symbol of a celebration that never happened, haunted me. I didn't light it. I simply leaned forward and blew, extinguishing a flame that was never truly there. The silent puff of air in my mind was a roar. The decision was made, not in anger, but in the desolate quiet of profound disappointment. I was done. I picked up the promotion letter again. This time, it wasn't a sacrifice; it was an escape. I opened my laptop, pulled up my email, and wrote a short, direct message. A new chapter was about to begin, alone.
When Love Became Cold Abandonment

When Love Became Cold Abandonment

The phone call came on a Tuesday, a regular day until the private investigator' s flat voice delivered news that shattered my world: "Sarah, I found him. He' s alive." Three years of grieving for my presumed dead husband, a Navy SEAL, ended with that devastating revelation. But the real blow came next: he was living in Oregon with another woman, his estranged sister Lisa, who was now the beneficiary of his life insurance, a change made just a week before his disappearance. This wasn' t a rescue; it was a betrayal, a meticulously planned abandonment. I drove six hours to a quiet town, finding him on a porch swing, relaxed and healthy, with Lisa beside him, very pregnant. The sight broke something in me, dissolving any lingering hope. When I confronted him, his guilt and fear were clear, yet he offered hollow excuses about protecting Lisa and obligations. My anger and pain erupted; I hit him, screaming about selling our house to fund the search, losing everything while he played house. Lisa screamed about her baby, and I froze, seeing her pregnant belly-the ultimate betrayal. He couldn' t deny it; he nodded, confirming their child. The man I married, the hero, was now a coward who looked at me with cold abandonment. The fight drained, leaving a cold void. I demanded the insurance money, a bitter exchange for my wasted life, and walked away, a stranger to the man I once loved. The man I knew was dead to me. I flew to a new country, seeking a new life away from the ruins of my past. But the phone rang. It was his voice, hesitant, then full of doting tenderness for Lisa and their baby, a love he once reserved for me. He asked if I got the money, then promised to "make things right" once Lisa was settled. My voice dripped with contempt as I told him not to bother and hung up. His new happiness was a physical pain, a cruel reminder of all I' d lost, including our own baby, conceived before his disappearance and lost to the stress of searching for him-a fact he never knew, and would never know. I knelt by our child's unmarked grave, vowing he deserved to pay.
Too Late CEO: I Am Taking Everything

Too Late CEO: I Am Taking Everything

On our third wedding anniversary, I prepared a romantic candlelit dinner, waiting for my husband to return from his business trip. But an anonymous video shattered my illusion. It showed Julian at a Sotheby's auction, spending two million dollars on a sapphire necklace and tenderly placing it around another woman's neck. That woman was his stepsister, Seraphina. When I confronted him, Julian lied without hesitation, then angrily defended her. "Her mother saved my life. You are my wife, you have to be the bigger person and tolerate her!" His "protection" meant bringing her into my company as my direct boss. Seraphina stole my designs, ruined my projects, and publicly humiliated me. When I sought justice, Julian backed her up, forcing me to submit to my abuser. He even tried to buy my silence with his company shares. I couldn't understand why his guilt meant our marriage had to pay the price. The final blow came when I caught them intimately entangled in his car, and Seraphina deliberately revealed a sickening truth. Julian had abandoned me on our wedding night just to hold her hand through a panic attack. Touching my flat stomach, where my secret pregnancy was growing, the last trace of my love for him turned to ash. I threw the baby shoes I had prepared into the trash and walked away into the freezing night. I am going to divorce him, and I will make sure he never finds out about this child.