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From Fiancée To Fortune

From Fiancée To Fortune

Our engagement party was everything I had dreamed of, bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, my heart full as I squeezed Ethan' s hand. Five years, finally official. We were the perfect couple. But then, a piercing wail shattered the perfect facade. Ethan' s ten-year-old niece, Lily, pointed a trembling finger at me, accusing me of "indecent" behavior-a simple kiss. His sister-in-law, Chloe, twisted the narrative, claiming Lily was traumatized, and shockingly, Ethan walked right past me to comfort her, leaving me humiliated and frozen. The man I was about to marry, the man who was supposed to be my partner, was prioritizing a carefully staged tantrum over my feelings, over us. When the sacred symbol of our commitment, my engagement ring, was purposely dislodged and he allowed Lily to "retrieve" it as a family ritual, I began to see the cold, hard truth: I was an outsider in his life, and he was choosing them. Then, walking into the suite that was supposed to be ours, I found it filled with Chloe and Lily' s belongings, our master bedroom claimed, and a lacy nightgown that wasn't mine. The realization hit me: this wasn't just about weakness or family loyalty; it was a deliberate, intimate invasion, a calculated act of displacement before our life even began. My entire world began to crumble as I was accused of embezzlement, my career ripped away, and Ethan called, asking me to confess to a crime I didn' t commit "for the family." Why was I the target? Why was he so willing to sacrifice me? How could the man I loved be orchestrating my downfall? The pieces clicked into place with a screenshot: Ethan had set up the shell corporation. My betrayal was a meticulously planned conspiracy to steal my inheritance. I held my head high as the police arrived to arrest me, knowing I had a fight on my hands, but I was ready.
Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers

Blood Bound to My Bully Vampire Brothers

"Don't touch me, you monsters!" I screamed, thrashing away from them but it was futile. I was like a little cotton ball they could crumple in their hands because I was pinned to the floor. Dante held my hands as if I was a broomstick and the other, Caius held my legs with just a simple hand without putting any effort. Cassian stood like the big brother he was, watching, giving the orders and Elias squatted before me. God, how can one be good-looking and wicked at the same time. He pulled my skirt upwards, used his fingers to rub my pussy which suddenly reacted to his touch and ripped the thong in one swift drag , brushing my delicate core purposely. I begged, I cried, scared of what they're going to do to me but they were suddenly stones, concerned on what they wanted alone. "Beat her pretty pink little pussy until she screams." Cassian ordered and I gasped, my heartbeat slamming against my ribs like a war drum. No. No, no, no. "Like this?" He asked darkly, slapping my pussy hard, pain and tingles spread across my body and I screamed. "Fuck, she's throbbing brother." Elias growled and Cassian nodded, his eyes fixed on my folds. "Just like that Elias!" He growled, "beat her and show her what it means to defile our rules." I was living a Peaceful Life until my mum got Married to Vampire King and I was stucked with my three Step brothers who showed me hell and desired me at the same time. I had to run. These men were sick, they were truly cursed in the brains and needed help because how the hell am I trapped in this? But where would I run to? I was trapped. And the worst part? They were enjoying every second of it. TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ [Contains clear explicit scenes, vulgar and degrading words, kinks and spicy scenes]
My Hellish Wife: A Second Chance

My Hellish Wife: A Second Chance

The sharp, metallic scent of rain on asphalt filled the air, a smell I hadn't registered in thirty years. I opened my eyes not to a hospital, but to the familiar gray ceiling of the apartment I once shared with Olivia Hayes, the date on the calendar October 12th, 2024. My phone buzzed, her name, Olivia, lighting up the screen. In my first life, I' d answer, and her panicked voice would tell me she' d made a terrible mistake, using company funds for a gift-not knowing then it was for her secret lover, Mark Jenkins. Without hesitation, I' d drain my savings and take out a high-interest loan to save her job and reputation. In return, she married me, and for the next three decades, she made my life a living hell. I remembered everything: the constant belittling, her sneering at my passion and controlling every dollar I earned while lavishly spending on herself and Mark. I remembered the fights, the chilling silences for weeks, always her punishment for not being ambitious enough, for not earning more, for not being Mark Jenkins. The worst memory was our daughter, Lily. I cherished her, gave her everything Olivia denied me emotionally, believing she was my reason to endure. But as she grew, Olivia and Mark poisoned her mind, twisting my sacrifices into control, my love into a cage. On her sixteenth birthday, after I' d worked months to buy her a car, she looked at Mark, calling him "Dad," shattering my world. The phone kept buzzing, insistent, desperate. I remembered my death at fifty-eight, alone, my last moments filled with regret and Olivia telling paramedics not to hurry. This time, there would be no sacrifice, no bailing her out. This time, I wouldn't be the hero. I wouldn't be the fool. I swiped to decline. Then I called Richard Sterling, Head of Internal Audit. "Mr. Sterling," I said, "this is Ethan Davis. I have reason to believe there's been a significant misappropriation of funds in the marketing department. I think you should look into Olivia Hayes."
The vampire prince

The vampire prince

In the year 1637, the world belonged not to men, but to the creatures who had ruled from the shadows for centuries-vampires. What began as whispers of missing persons in isolated villages spread like a plague across continents, until entire towns were left empty, their people vanished without a trace. Humanity was no longer the dominant species; they were prey, cattle, blood bags to be harvested at the will of their immortal masters. From the heart of Rome, where the first vampire lords established their stronghold, the world slowly bent to their rule. Kingdoms fell, rulers swore fealty or were slaughtered, and those who resisted were erased from history. As the years passed, humans learned to submit-those who survived became either slaves or rebels, struggling in secret against an enemy that never aged, never tired, and never forgave. It was in this unforgiving world that Zita Williams was born. Raised in a secluded village far from Rome's oppressive walls, she grew up hearing tales of the Nightborn, the creatures that hunted under the moon's watchful gaze. But to her, they were only legends, stories meant to keep children from wandering too far after dark. Until the disappearances began. At first, it was a few people at a time-a farmer on his way to the fields, a merchant traveling between villages. Then entire families started vanishing overnight. And when Zita's brother, Luca, failed to return home one evening, the reality of the world's darkness became undeniable. While others cowered in fear, Zita refused to remain silent. She had never been the type to accept things without question. If no one else would find out where the missing were taken, she would. Determined to uncover the truth, she made the dangerous decision to leave her village and journey to Rome-the heart of the vampire empire. But what awaited her was not just answers, but a fate more cruel than she could have imagined. Captured by the very creatures she sought to defy, Zita found herself thrown into the world of blood, power, and cruelty, forced into servitude beneath the watchful eyes of the vampire elite. Among them was Ammar Richard, the vampire prince-a being of cold beauty and ruthless authority. To him, humans were nothing more than disposable pets, mere objects for pleasure and nourishment. When he saw Zita, he wanted her, like so many before her. But Zita was not like the others. She was neither broken nor obedient. And her defiance would be the spark that set fire to both of their fates. In a world where love between predator and prey was unthinkable, Zita and Ammar would walk a fine line between hatred and desire, defiance and surrender. And as the tides of war threatened to consume them, they would be forced to choose between duty and the dangerous pull of forbidden love. Because if there was one law that all vampires obeyed, it was this: A vampire can never love a human. But Ammar Richard was never one to follow the rules.
Fraud: I never knew him.

Fraud: I never knew him.

"No, I'm not. Morgan, I'm sure about you, I'm sure about us." She places a hand on the side of my face and brushes it with her thumb. "Being with you feels right, this feels right. It's so good to be true." "It is true," I say, and she lands her forehead on mine. I can hear her anxious breathing. I place my hand on her waist and she brushes her face on mine. I come across her lips and press mine on hers. It starts as an unstable kiss, but each time our lips part, my body cries for more. I suck on her bottom lips as my hand runs through laps -underneath her dress. And I thought It was all of it until her tongue rolls into mine. As I grab her closer to me, we drop onto the bed. Caressing her lap, my hands move up, and I feel the waistband of her underwear. I feel like peeling it off, but I have no idea what we are doing -And I know I don't want it to stop. She helps me peel out my shirt. Her hands are all over my body. I hold her hands on my chest. "Sam we...we should stop," I say with an anxious breath, but she continues to kiss my chest. I zip down her dress and push it down. "Sam I don't have a condom." "We don't need it," she says. "You sure?" I ask, shock. SAM. Am I going gaga? 'We don't need it?' I'm definitely not in my right state of mind. But he looks more surprised than I am. I'm scared, not because I don't want this. "It is my first time," I say nervously. "Aren't you full of surprises, Samantha Raymond," he says, and I hate that he just reminds me of my dad at this moment. I stop myself from wondering what my dad would think of me right now. "I will go easy," he whispers in my mouth.
The Wife He Blinded: Her Clear Path

The Wife He Blinded: Her Clear Path

It was our second wedding anniversary, and I sat in a Boston women's clinic, a secret hope blossoming with every beat of my heart concerning my three-month late period. When my name, Sarah Miller, was called, I knew. I clutched the grayscale ultrasound photo – three months pregnant, our baby, Liam's and mine. My joy lasted seconds. There he was, my husband Liam Harrison, his arm around his college sweetheart, Olivia Hayes, in the waiting room. He barely spared me a glance, his eyes cold, only urgent commands to fetch sweets for her. The tiny hope for our marriage, nurtured for two years, turned to ash. This pretense, this life as his second choice, had to end. But Olivia wouldn't let me go quietly. She masterfully framed me for a staged mugging, convincing Liam I'd hired someone to hurt her. Then, in a final act of cruelty, she intentionally pushed me down a grand staircase in our home, leading to a devastating miscarriage. Lying in that hospital bed, broken and empty, my baby lost, a chilling fury consumed me. How could he be so incredibly blind, so utterly fooled by her lies, so dismissive of me, his wife? His unwavering devotion to her, even as she destroyed us, was incomprehensible. That fury ignited Liam' s doubt. Security footage and confessions exposed Olivia's tangled web of deceit, even her secret marriage. Now, he's full of remorse, begging for a second chance. But my path is clear: I'm stepping out of his shadow and into the bright Boston sun, ready to build a life on my own terms, leaving him and the past firmly behind.