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You Never Got Out Of My Heart

You Never Got Out Of My Heart

~You were there when my heart fell for you, but you were never there when my heart yearned for you, still, you never got out of my heart~ I stood at the restaurant door feeling numb seeing Newt with a girl. She was the same girl from the photo. They were sitting few inches away from me. I thought it was good to leave because it seemed like they were on their date. I turned around but suddenly Newt called. 'Prisha, is that you? Wow! what a pleasant surprise..." I slowly turned towards him, forcing a smile, and replied, "Hey! Newt, nice to see you..." "What are you doing here? Where is your other half, Kristen? It is little awkward to see you without her. I have noticed you two going everywhere together be it washroom as well," he mocked chuckling. Even though I didn't found it funny, I forced a smile and replied, "I am just wandering around the town alone. As I was bored staying home. And about Kristen, she might be busy somewhere." "Oh! anyway come and join us. I want to introduce you to my..." "Girlfriend," before his words were completed my mind had already said it loud. so, I hastily interrupted him, "I am so sorry. I need to rush back home. My mom called me twice. Bye..." Before he could respond, I was already out of the restaurant at great speed. The sky was blanketed with thick black clouds and soon one after another drops of rain drip down along with my tears. I paced few steps but was not able to go any further. I fell on my knees getting weak to stand and slowly my eyes got blur. Soon, I collapsed on the ground and before my eyes were forced to shut, I saw someone walking towards me.
Running Away To My Erased Heir

Running Away To My Erased Heir

The night I ran, I left everything behind. My dead fiancé's ghost. His brother's cold hands reaching for me. A father who won't meet my eyes because he's already sold me to the highest bidder. I thought I was escaping. Then a stranger pulled me from the darkness, and I learned what real danger looks like. Damon moves like he owns the world. Talks like every word matters. Looks at me like I'm the only woman who ever made him feel something. He says he's the son the Kings family erased, the bastard they tried to bury. He says Evan loved me-really loved me-and that's why I should trust him. He wants me to sign a contract. One year as his wife. One year to help him destroy the family that destroyed us both. One year pretending to belong to a man who makes my heart race and my skin burn every time he's close. But the closer we get, the more I feel him keeping secrets. He touches me like I'm fragile. Looks away when I ask about Evan. Holds the truth behind his teeth like it might cut us both. And the whole time, I'm falling. Falling into his warmth. His danger. His impossible kindness that feels too real to be fake. But if I've learned anything from the Kings, it's this: the men who save you are always the ones who need you most. And the ones who need you? They're the ones who hurt you in the end. Evan knew something the night he died. Something about my father. Something about the deal that would make the Kings the most powerful people in the country. Damon knows too. And the only way he'll tell me? Is if I say yes. Say yes to the contract. Say yes to the marriage. Say yes to the fire building between us that feels less like pretending every single day. But when I finally learn the truth-about Evan, about my father, about the empire that wants us both dead- Will the man holding me survive what comes next? And more terrifying: Will I survive loving him?
His Unwanted Fiancée's Regret

His Unwanted Fiancée's Regret

Ethan Miller clutched the sleek, cream-colored wedding invitation, just one month away from marrying Isabelle Rossi, the brilliant surgeon he' d chased for years. He had moved to New York for her, patiently building a life focused entirely on her, genuinely believing his unwavering devotion had finally won over the enigmatic "ice queen." His blissful world shattered instantly when Isabelle, with chilling composure, unveiled her new "mission": to become a surrogate mother for Leo Ramsey, her dying mentor's son – a monumental decision made unilaterally, completely sidelining their entire shared future. Ethan was left reeling, heart splintered, watching his fiancée consistently prioritize a stranger's baby and her career "duty" over their impending marriage and the family they were meant to build. He endured her casual neglect, observing her unwavering focus on Leo-from comforting him publicly at a funeral to abandoning Ethan, soaked and alone, in a torrential downpour. The ultimate, soul-crushing betrayal arrived on a hospital rooftop, where Isabelle, cornered by a grief-crazed man, screamed, "Take him [Ethan] instead!" pushing Ethan forward as a sacrifice to save her precious Leo. In that horrific moment, a cold, sickening clarity washed over Ethan: he was utterly disposable, a mere convenience in her meticulously constructed life, his love meaningless compared to her ambition. How could the woman he adored, his fiancée, so callously throw him to the wolves? The gut-wrenching realization left him shattered, suffocated by disbelief and searing agony. Fueled by a desperate, reckless fury, Ethan seized his phone and defiantly posted on social media: "Wedding in a month, need a new bride. Any takers? Serious inquiries only." To his astonishment, his sharp-witted, refreshingly direct childhood friend, Chloe Davis, replied, her half-joking, half-serious offer sparking an audacious, life-altering pact that promised him a radical escape and a chance to truly begin again.
Love Beyond The Scars

Love Beyond The Scars

For five long years, Ethan Miller lived in silent devotion to Victoria Davenport, pushing her wheelchair, fulfilling her every demand, and harboring a desperate love he believed would someday be reciprocated. He considered himself her devoted world, her hands and feet, following her tragic horseback riding accident that left her seemingly paralyzed. But one chilling whisper shattered his meticulously constructed reality: Victoria's paralysis was an elaborate hoax, his unwavering dedication a mere component in her sadistic, years-long game of revenge. He was exposed as nothing more than a "poor fool," a pathetic pawn manipulated in her cruel scheme. The profound love he had nurtured curdled into an agonizing bitterness as he learned they planned an "unforgettable" 99th game, designed explicitly to "truly break him." Lured on a fake errand to a desolate warehouse, Ethan was subjected to an unspeakable, humiliating assault, brutally filmed for their wicked amusement. Broken physically and defiled spiritually, a devastating question echoed: How could five years of his life, his entire being, have been reduced to such a twisted, grotesque joke? Yet, from the abyss of betrayal, a steel-cold resolve emerged. Ethan Miller orchestrated his own dramatic disappearance, faking his suicide by the cold Charles River. He was no more. Reborn as Alex Chen, he journeyed west to Seattle, determined to rebuild a life free from the shadows of his tormentors, seeking healing and genuine autonomy.
Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan

Pampered By The Possessive Wall Street Titan

I was the real daughter of the Montgomery family, finally brought back from a Texas farm. But my parents treated me like a savage, giving all their love to my adopted sister, Heidi. On the night I ran away from my arranged wedding, I almost died. A razor-thin steel wire was strung across a blind curve, positioned perfectly to sever my head at ninety miles an hour. I managed to brake in time and pulled the dashcam footage, which clearly showed Heidi setting the trap and wanting the "farm trash" dead. But when I played the video for my family in the hospital, their reaction chilled me to the bone. My father didn't ask if I was hurt, only yelling at me for causing a scandal. My mother immediately shielded the crying Heidi, begging me to let it go because we were family. My eldest brother even threw a fifty-million-dollar contract in my face, demanding I sign an NDA to cover up Heidi's crime. In my past life, their blind favoritism allowed Heidi to lock me on a burning yacht, killing me and the only man who ever tried to save me. I never understood why my own blood would protect a fake, murderous daughter over me. Opening my eyes again, I was back on the night of the orchestrated crash. I looked at the hush money, and then at the ruthless Wall Street billionaire standing protectively by my side. "I'm not just going to ruin her reputation." "I'm going to take back the entire Montgomery Group."