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The Secret Asset: Rising From The Shadows

The Secret Asset: Rising From The Shadows

At her lavish engagement party, everyone whispered that Amberly Carson, the fallen socialite, was the luckiest woman in New York for sinking her hooks into the billionaire heir, Calvin Henry. But right before the vows, Calvin received a phone call, his face turning pale with horror. He pointed a trembling finger at Amberly in front of all the elite guests. "It's you! You drove her to this!" he roared, publicly accusing her of pushing his true love to suicide before abandoning the wedding. The polite smiles in the ballroom instantly melted into expressions of shock and delicious pity. Calvin's reckless devotion to his manipulative sidepiece soon triggered a chain of disastrous events. He was nearly killed in a staged car crash, and the shock gave his father a massive stroke, leaving the Henry Group completely headless and vulnerable to a hostile takeover. Calvin's best friend cornered Amberly in the hospital, blaming her for the family's downfall. "You're a curse! You bring nothing but trouble!" In everyone's eyes, Amberly was just a desperate, ruined girl destined to be the scapegoat for a powerful family's destruction. They expected her to hide in shame, weeping over her lost fiancé and shattered reputation. But they didn't know the fragile socialite was just a disguise. Instead of crying, Amberly knocked Calvin unconscious with a single, precise nerve strike and calmly took the stage microphone. "I am officially announcing the cancellation of my engagement." Walking away from the chaos, she pulled out an encrypted phone to contact a dormant shadow network. Phase one was complete, and the real hunt was about to begin.
His Betrayal, Her Freedom

His Betrayal, Her Freedom

The ripping sound was louder than any wedding bell, tearing not just my custom gown, but the perfect façade of my wedding day. My fiancé, Liam, rushed past my ruined dress to console his childhood friend, Brittany, who lay sprawled at my feet, feigning shock. "It' s just a little tear, Chloe. Don' t make a scene," Liam dismissed, waving away the wreckage of my dreams, while Brittany hid behind him, a smug triumph in her eyes. A hundred betrayals flashed through my mind: canceled anniversaries, shared secrets, Liam always taking her side. I had believed his lies, "She's like a sister to me, Chloe. You' re the one I love," but his actions screamed a louder truth. A cold calm washed over me, replacing the humiliation with stark clarity. I slowly removed my veil, letting it fall, then twisted my diamond engagement ring off my finger. I walked to the guest book table, placed the ring precisely in the center, and faced them. "Liam," my voice was quiet but resolute. "The wedding is off." I didn't wait for his response, focusing solely on my own liberation after three years of being second best. The garden venue grew heavy with silence as Brittany broke the spell with a theatrical sob, clutching Liam's arm. Liam, as if on cue, wrapped his arm around her, publicly comforting the woman who had just humiliated me. "It' s the stress of the day," he explained to the guests, while his aunt chimed in, defending Brittany' s supposed innocence. The clean, deliberate rip in my dress screamed aggression, not clumsiness. "Really, Brittany?" I asked, my gaze fixed on her. "Or did you just want to make sure everyone knows who really comes first?" Brittany flinched, real frustration flaring in her eyes, as Liam turned on me, his voice low and angry. "What is wrong with you, Chloe? She' s my best friend! Can' t you just let it go?" He gaslighted me, painting my anger as overreaction, her malice as a childish mistake, as Brittany played the wounded victim. Liam's eyes, filled with pure disappointment, showed his concern was entirely for her, my feelings completely dismissed. My last flicker of hope died; this was the culmination of a thousand betrayals, a profound exhaustion settling in my bones. I was done fighting, done being angry; I just wanted it all to be over.
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....