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Trials And Tribulations

Trials And Tribulations

"You're a strong girl,you'd be fine without me" It was true,she realised it after that 'INCIDENT'.After she was forced to be fine.ALONE.without HIM and everyone else dear to her.Her father,brothers they all betrayed her and left her for death to embrace.The few who stood by her weren't able to help.They were forced to watch her being taken to that horrifying PLACE. ".....but now that am here you won't have to be alone" This,this was a lie she wished to have discovered sooner.He was there Yes!but turned his back the moment she needed him most.He joined forces with THEM and they believed what their sights offered,didn't want to go beyond,see further.They left her,abandoned her like she was never their's once upon a time. "I'll be with you each step of the way." And there was when he deserved an award ladies and gentlemen. (chukle) how ironic,she was walking down those broken steps alone trying to find the missing piece for each one to avoid falling and break more than she already is.He's nowhere to be found.Him and her family,was it all a lie?the love,the affection was it all one-sided?did she put her trust in the wrong people all this time?They betrayed her!now all her battles are her's to fight.No doubt she'll find Newness but is she ready to accept it with trust?New places,new people,NewHer. What if a life forces her to go back?can she return to where it all started and face her past and them all without it being too much? Join Alina Jeffery in her journey filled with trials and tribulations and find out who stayed,who boarded?What will happen?
CEO's Allergy

CEO's Allergy

In my world, Perfection is a luxury I can't afford. Scholarships? Like limited-edition designer bags-I admire from afar, knowing they'll never be mine. Awards? Please. Those are for the lucky. And luck? I used up all of mine just getting into a third-tier college. That was until the unthinkable happened at the Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship Awards ceremony. A moment I wasn't even supposed to be in the room for. I, Phoebe Harper-the girl who barely scrapes tuition and only shows up on the dean's radar when fees are overdue-was called up on stage. Me. Of all people. For a scholarship sponsored by the most prestigious corporation in the city. Students when you hear your names, [Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship Award Ceremony] Please come on stage to receive the award - Our Dean, Mr Lawrence said Environmental Design, Bethany Williams Product Design, Adams Hart [Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship Award Ceremony] Fashion Design, Mandy Swiss. These are the recipients of...... Wellington Corporation Group Scholarship in the year 2017. Please give them a round of applause. Sir, there is still one more person - One of the Cordinators on stage said I'm sorry. I missed out one person. Fine arts and Drawing, Phoebe Harper Is Phoebe Harper here? Phoebe Harper? [Richard Wellington] She isn't Phoebe Harper, of course If Phoebe Harper is half as feminine as Kira, She wouldn't have been single until now Did he say Phoebe Harper? Did I hear it right? She's receiving a Scholarship? - Kira said You heard it right. This is a stage name. There is only one person with this name in the Arts Department. It isn't a rare character. - Chloe said It's impossible to say it wrong for twice. This person who looks like she's good at studying... Isn't Phoebe Harper - Kira said She isn't a student in this University. She only came over to eat in the canteen here. Why is she late today? - Chloe said Phoebe Harper, pls come on stage to receive the award "Phoebe, here. Come here" Kira waved at me immediately I entered into the Hall, not realizing the situation on ground, I rushed to my friends and sat with them Why are you sitting here? Go and take your award. What award? Me? - I surprisingly asked This is frustrating. You received a Scholarship... sponsored by Wellington Corporation Group **That was how it happened on our Award Ceremony....** --- My name is Phoebe Harper-Pheebs to my friends. I'm independent, fiery, and fiercely committed to everything I've built from the ground up. But nothing prepared me for the man whose heart was locked behind a phobia... or for the fight it would take to reach him. Richard isn't just a billionaire with a sharp tongue and an ice-cold stare. He's a man hiding behind a wall of latex and antiseptic, battling a severe misophobia-an allergy to human touch. That's what no one knows Rich, ruthless, always in gloves, and definitely out of my league. I didn't plan to fall into his world. I didn't plan for him to fall into mine. But fate, it seems, is the biggest wildcard of all. Here is our story....
A Wife's Reckoning

A Wife's Reckoning

Eight years of marriage, white tablecloths, and soft candlelit dinners. My husband, Liam, the man who once promised forever, took my hand across an expensive restaurant table. But the perfection shattered when he pulled his hand back, revealing his family' s relentless demand for an heir. Then Chloe, a "good, healthy girl" from the countryside, appeared in our living room, brought by his iron-willed grandmother. Soon, I overheard the whispers: Chloe was pregnant. Liam' s baby. When I confronted him with divorce papers, he begged, "I thought it was you." I believed his pleas for one more chance, for him to "handle" Chloe. But the real test came in a dusty warehouse: his business rivals, a choice to be made. "You can only have one," a cold voice stated. "Your wife, Ava, or your other woman, Chloe, carrying your heir." I held my breath, knowing he should choose me. "Let Chloe go. Protect the child. I need the child," Liam' s voice echoed, cold and distant. Then came a frantic whisper, "Ava, I promise. I' ll come back for you." The last thing I saw before the metal pipe struck was his empty promise, his true betrayal. I woke in a hospital, three days later, battered and abandoned. He didn' t come. He never called. He arrived later, no remorse, only self-pity, declaring, "I had to protect the heir. It was the only choice." His grandmother dismissed me as a barren failure, while Chloe, playing the innocent martyr, cried, "I told Liam to choose you… but he insisted on saving the baby… our baby." Watching him fuss over her, over their baby, something clicked. I was pregnant. Seven weeks. And he had just sacrificed our child, draining me for her, for a lie. My father's factory burned, his heart giving out from the shock, and Chloe, playing the sympathetic helper, framed me for arson. Then Liam had me committed to a psychiatric facility, where I barely survived a head injury. I finally understood: this wasn't about love, or even an heir. It was a calculated, ruthless game of power and betrayal. A cold, clear rage settled in. I would not just leave. I would make them pay. I would burn his kingdom to the ground.