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The Unwanted Pact With My Enemy

The Unwanted Pact With My Enemy

To keep her art scholarship, Vesper had to complete a life-size woodcarving for her final project. But her randomly assigned model was Slade Forrester, the arrogant basketball captain who had shattered her grandfather's priceless antique carving tools freshman year without a single apology. When Vesper blackmailed him with a ten-thousand-dollar property damage claim to force him into the studio, Slade mercilessly turned the tables. "I'll be your model, but you're going to do something for me in return." He demanded she carve a custom piece to help him woo a girl who hated his guts, and forced Vesper to act as his personal spy. The target turned out to be Vesper's own roommate. To make matters worse, Slade caught onto Vesper's terrifyingly deep, secret crush on his polite roommate, Julian. He ruthlessly weaponized her anxiety, mocking her stuttering panic and trapping her in a twisted mutual-blackmail deal that left her completely suffocated. Exhausted, humiliated, and desperate to escape this nightmare, Vesper logged onto the university portal at 2 AM to register for a quiet online elective where she wouldn't have to see anyone. But the system lagged, locking her out of every normal class and leaving only one open seat in a brutal varsity physical conditioning course. With her required credits and scholarship on the line, she had absolutely no choice but to hit register. Then the syllabus loaded on her screen. The Teaching Assistant for the class was Slade Forrester.
The Unwanted Wife's Rebirth

The Unwanted Wife's Rebirth

For six years, I' d been Julian Hayes' s perfect accessory, Eleanor Vance, the "beautiful artist" he' d saved. On my birthday, playing poker with powerful men, Julian, with a cruel smile, offered me as his wager: "If I lose this hand, Eleanor is yours for the night." He' d won, of course, and then claimed me with a possessive kiss, a chilling display of ownership. That night, my world truly shattered. Julian ignored me, charming a young woman named Chloe, a carbon copy of his deceased first love. He then sent me to dress Chloe for her new life with him, revealing I was pregnant during this humiliating ordeal. My secret hope that a child would change things was crushed when Chloe, the exact person who made me pregnant, staged an accident, throwing herself down the stairs and blaming me. Julian, believing her, cast me out, coldly messaging my sister to "Keep her. She' s a liability." From my hospital bed, I was released from Julian' s gilded cage only to find myself traded to Marcus Thorne, a ruthless rival, like property. He was violent, leaving bruises that I had to hide. My desperation led to a dangerous choice-a last resort plan to fake my own death. How could the man I loved, my childhood savior, discard me so carelessly, then sell me to a monster? How could he fall for such a transparent lie engineered to completely erase me? Despite everything, I had to create a new life, to build a future free from the shadow of the man who had bought and sold me like a thing.
Designing Her Own Life

Designing Her Own Life

For ten years, I was Gabrielle Fuller, successful graphic designer turned dedicated wife, my life orbiting Andrew Scott, my charismatic lawyer husband. Then my father, a well-respected judge and Andrew' s mentor, made a dying wish: "Gabby… promise me… you and Andrew… work it out." Hours later, clutching my phone in the sterile waiting room, I tried to reach Andrew, who was at a crucial legal conference in London. Dozens of calls, countless texts – all went unanswered. Finally, on the twentieth try, an unfamiliar female voice answered Andrew' s phone: Jennifer Chavez, his ex-girlfriend and current colleague. Her clipped tone dismissed my emergency, saying he was "busy." The world tilted as I realized the unspoken truth: he was with her, and she was answering his calls while my father lay dying. My father' s funeral unfolded without Andrew; his absence a glaring wound in the front row, a whisper among the city's legal elite. I clung to flimsy excuses until I saw it: Andrew' s beaming photo celebrating a "big win" in London, posted the day my father died, with a photo of him and Jennifer captioned by Andrew: "Couldn't have done it without you." Every excuse shattered. He had time for social media but not for my desperate calls. The man I built my life around wasn't unreachable; he was simply unavailable to me. I called my best friend, Molly: "It' s over. I need a divorce lawyer." Now, I reclaim my life, piece by painful piece, starting with a new job and finding my own purpose. But when Andrew returns, pleading ignorance and begging for another chance, can I truly move on when the past refuses to let go?