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Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

Beyond His Reach: The Girl He Cast Aside

My world revolved around Alex Thompson, the golden son of the family who took an orphan like me in. For years, my love for him was a secret hum, a quiet song played on the old piano, hoping he' d hear. But when I finally laid my heart bare, he looked at me with cold, distant pity. "Ava," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "You' re like a sister to me. Always." Then he declared his engagement to Chloe Vanderbilt, parading her around like a bright, sharp shield; each public display a fresh wound. Chloe mocked me openly, called me a "hand-me-down," and casually destroyed my last precious memento, my mother' s music box. And while Alex stood idly by, she maliciously framed me for attacking her. Then, his fist flashed. A searing pain erupted on my cheek as he slapped me. "You ungrateful brat!" he seethed, his eyes blazing with fury. That brutal blow extinguished the last dying ember of hope, replacing it with a cold, clear certainty: I had to leave. My love, my loyalty, my very existence had been treated as mere charity, a burdensome obligation, then crushed with cruel contempt. How could the boy who once swore to protect me become the man who struck me for another' s lie? It was over. So, I left. I walked out of that house, leaving behind the shattered pieces of my heart and a symbolic repayment for their "charity." I agreed to an arranged marriage with Noah Evans, a quiet tech mogul. Now, as his fiancée, I'm heading to New York to chase my music dreams, a life where Alex Thompson is nothing but a distant, bitter memory. He thinks he won, that I'll eventually come crawling back. He' s about to find out just how wrong he is.
The Ruthless Heir's Five Million Bride

The Ruthless Heir's Five Million Bride

I dragged a bleeding man out of a flooded alley to get the five million dollars he promised me. He woke up with severe amnesia, so I hid him in my cramped apartment, desperate to secure the cash for my seven-year-old son's life-saving asthma medication. But while washing his ruined, custom-tailored suit, I found a heavy gold signet ring hidden inside the seam. It was deeply engraved with a vicious falcon gripping a broadsword. My blood instantly ran cold. Ten years ago, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire who dismantled my father's company and drove my parents to suicide wore that exact ring. I had just saved the monster who destroyed my family, and now he was sleeping in my bed, right down the hall from my little boy. I stood in the kitchen, gripping a heavy butcher knife until my knuckles turned white. He was completely helpless in the next room, burning with a severe infection. I could drive the blade into his chest right now and finally end this ten-year nightmare. But then I looked at the astronomical pharmacy bills and the eviction notices pinned to the fridge. Vengeance wouldn't buy my son's next breath. "I am not interested in you, I am only interested in your money." I put the knife down, grabbed the medical supplies, and walked into the bedroom to nurse my sworn enemy back to health. Revenge could wait, but until I got my five million, the devil was mine to keep.
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.