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On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

On The Day I Was Abandoned, I Married A Mysterious Billionaire

I sat alone at the upscale restaurant for an hour, waiting to finalize the details of my engagement party. Then, my fiancé's assistant called to tell me Earl wasn't coming. My stepsister, Molly, had suffered another perfectly timed "emergency," and Earl was at the hospital holding her hand. This was the fifth time this month. I was the one who saved his family's sinking business, but lately, he just called me "too aggressive," preferring Molly's fake, wide-eyed helplessness. "Poor Molly, so glad Earl was there for her," read the caption on her victorious hospital selfie. To make matters worse, my stepfather called, screaming at me to attend a dinner and apologize to a notorious creep just to clean up Molly's latest social mess. In their eyes, I wasn't a daughter or a partner. I was just a sacrificial asset to be used and discarded. The humiliation and betrayal made my blood run cold. I had given them my everything, only to be treated like garbage. But this time, I didn't beg or cry. "Tell him we're over," I said to the assistant, and blocked Earl's number. I went to City Hall alone in the dead of night to bury my wasted years, only to bump into a breathtakingly dangerous stranger who had just coldly ended his own engagement. He looked at me with ice-blue eyes and proposed the most insane idea I had ever heard. "I need a fiancée. You need a shield. A contract." I looked at the billionaire stranger, took a deep breath, and changed my fate. "I agree."
Claimed By The Vampire King

Claimed By The Vampire King

***Updates are now on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.*** Everything you thought you knew was a lie. The vampire king, Vladimir Sedof, was on top of the world once upon a time. He had his beloved by his side and the vampires following his every dictate. Then one sunny morning, it all goes to hell. He wakes up twenty odd years later to find most of his magic stolen and his beloved murdered. Hell bent on getting revenge on those who left him for dead, he acquires a pawn in the form of Josie Braille. She turns out to be too powerful and not all that useful. Josie Braille just wanted to set her father free. What she gets instead is a world filled with magic, lies and schemes older than she had been alive. In this world where foes and friends wear the same face, she must choose a side and fight for her love. But to do that, she must decide who she loves. Grayson Callahan is a hunter stuck between the rock and a hard place. He has to choose between doing his duty and saving the world from a vampire on the warpath, or saying fuck it and choosing his love. Three lives on a collision course, whose resolution will reign supreme? What they do find in the end is that this was someone else's game entirely and they were all pawns from the very beginning. But when the chips are down and the fate of their existence and everyone they held dear on their shoulders, will Josie’s love win, or will the vampire king sacrifice them all to get his justice?
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.
The Star Maker's Revenge

The Star Maker's Revenge

I watched the man I loved, the star I' d built from scratch, standing on a stadium stage. My heart hammered, knowing he was about to call me up, to begin our dreamed-of life together. But then he smiled, a brilliant, camera-ready smile that didn' t reach his eyes. "I' d like to welcome to the stage, my fiancée… Nicole Lawrence!" The name hit me like a physical blow as the polished pop-country princess glided out to kiss him. Later, when I confronted him with our old demo tape, he stared at me with cold, empty eyes. "I' m sorry, I don' t know you. You should probably go home." Then I heard his manager whisper: "Good job. The amnesia story is perfect. We can' t have any small-town baggage dragging you down." My blood ran cold. It wasn' t amnesia. It was a choice. I was baggage. The humiliation only escalated. Nicole publicly mocked me, then staged a fall, screaming I pushed her. Caleb rushed to her, snarling, "What the hell is wrong with you, Stella? Get her out of here! She' s poison to my career." Security guards dragged me out, dumping me on the sidewalk. Days later, Nicole broke my father' s beloved guitar, his legacy. And Caleb, seeing her theatrical tears, finished the job, stomping on the splintered wood. He blacklisted my name, starved me of work, and used his fame to have me arrested for a staged poisoning attempt. I became a pariah, selling my father' s precious mementos to survive. How could he do this? How could a lifetime of love and shared dreams be erased so easily? Was I just a forgotten memory, or something worse? Was this all part of a calculated plan, or was he truly that cruel? My world shattered, left homeless and brutally attacked in an alleyway, I lay dying. But then, a shadowy figure appeared, a hand reached down. I woke up in a sterile room, face-to-face with Wesley Hughes, "The Wanderer." He told me the truth: Caleb' s betrayal was a calculated move, and Nicole' s malice was intentional. He had proof. And more importantly, he revealed our fathers' long-lost pact. My father' s legacy, our legacy, was waiting to be reclaimed. This wasn' t the end. This was the beginning of my reckoning.
The Wife He Forgot

The Wife He Forgot

My marriage had been a cold, empty room for five years. I was reeling from a devastating loss, sitting in the ER breakroom, when a familiar voice shattered what little peace I had left. "Mark, are you really going to die for her? For Emily Davis?" David Chase's voice, raw with anger, cut through the hospital air outside my husband' s room. His next words felt like a physical blow: "All these years, every overtime shift, every missed holiday, every time you let Sarah and Lily down... wasn't it all just so you could hear her voice on the dispatch? Just to hear Emily say, 'Engine 32, you're cleared to return to base'?" My world tilted. It wasn' t about his job, not his heroism. It was about Emily Davis, his ex-girlfriend. He had covered for her when her family went bankrupt, joining the fire academy to be near her, while I, Sarah, picked up the pieces, paying his debts, loving him for 16 years, waiting for a new beginning. Then, Lily, our daughter, died. The fever spiked viciously, taking her life in my arms within hours. Mark never knew. He never answered my desperate calls. He was always on duty, always chasing the next emergency-which now I knew was always about Emily. Why was I just a placeholder? Why was our daughter a casualty of his obsession? I didn't understand. I couldn't understand how everything I believed was a lie. How could I have been so blind? Something inside me, something that had been dying for five years, finally broke. I pulled out my phone, not to call a lawyer, but my old professor. "Dr. Reed," I said, my voice shockingly steady. "You once told me about a flight nurse program. Is it too late to apply?"