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No Longer Your Perfect Husband

No Longer Your Perfect Husband

For seven years, I was the perfect husband, or rather, the perfect live-in help, trapped in a gilded cage after the Davies family took me in following my parents' death and arranged a marriage to their daughter, Olivia. I gave up my dreams, working a stable job and tending to their every need, becoming a well-dressed butler to a wife who treated me like a convenience and a daughter who called me Ethan. But then, one night, after celebrating a major promotion, I returned home to find the smart lock code changed. Access denied. My own daughter, Lily, saw me through the frosted glass and walked away, refusing to open the door. Olivia's phone went straight to voicemail, the house line just rang. A profound cold settled in my bones as I realized one small deviation from seven years of perfect service meant I was literally cast aside. The next morning, I drove to a diner and called a divorce lawyer. When Olivia finally called, annoyed I wasn't home for Lily's school ride, I simply said, "I'm with my lawyer. I'm filing for divorce." She laughed, bewildered, asking if one night outside was worth it. I thought of the endless chores, my abandoned art, Lily calling me Ethan, the cold silence of the house, and the shadow behind the glass. "Absolutely," I replied. Her tone shifted, sharp and authoritative. "Fine. You can divorce me. But you can't take Lily. She's a Davies. She stays here." I smiled grimly. "Don't worry," I told her, "I'll waive my parental rights. You can have full custody." I then quit the job, gave up the car, and hung up, feeling a wave of liberation I hadn't known in years. I shed the role of their dutiful servant, moving back to my dilapidated childhood home. I rebuilt it with my own hands, filmed the process, and watched in stunned silence as my online channel, "The Rebuilder," exploded, bringing me more success and peace than I'd ever known. This was my life now, simple, honest, and truly mine.
The Trapped by Him

The Trapped by Him

"Get her, bring her to our hidden basement" he said while looking at me with a deadly look Lord! I know I'm a philosophical person but why did I have to end up in this situation? I'm Mary Viatrixe Xylline Monteverde, a philosopher, basagulera and crazy woman but I didn't know this man would be the only one I would fold. "I don't even know that old man, you bastard!" I sneered at them and I was very surprised that a man grabbed my arm, that's why I changed his face when he kicked his balls He immediately groaned in pain and sat on the floor "Fanga, that's just a girl you can't hold tight yet" shouted this man so I looked at him badly "I am not his daughter. I don't know that, are you a fool?" I yelled back at him and I felt a cold aura from him and suddenly signaled. I was very surprised that three macho men grabbed me. I tried to get out of their hands but they were so strong that I couldn't struggle. Their muscles are very big and it's hard to fight with them stubbornly, especially when there are three of them that stop me. "Boss, don't feel sorry for my son, please. I know I'm wrong" suddenly said a man who was by my side and was also held by the men What son is he talking about? I just met that while he was running towards me and then he suddenly said that I was his daughter? Am I being affected by this? "Diě" said this very cold man and he suddenly raised a gun and pointed it at the man's forehead "D-Derick, this is my son, take him instead of me. He can serve the Master. He can be made a maid, a slave or maybe a bed warmer" said this man who made my eyes widen What is it? Bed? Suddenly, my heart beat faster, especially when the smile appeared on the face of this boss. "Hey! I don't even know you and then all of a sudden you're going to give me to this stupid man? Are you crazy? I wonder what's in bed? I'm a decent woman f*ck you!" I shouted angrily at this and at the same time the gunshot hit the old man's forehead I suddenly fell silent and bit my lip as I felt my body tremble. It was the first time I saw someone killed in front of me and I knew I was traumatized here. "Go follow my instruction" ordered this demonic man and the men who held my arm pulled me Even though I was shaking from what I witnessed, I was still able to walk and ride a car. Even though I sympathized with this problem because of his stupidity, I still felt a little pity for him. Yes, it's only about 1%. After an hour, the car I was riding in stopped and they pulled me out of it "What the hell, take it easy oh. I'm a very fragile woman and if you pull me it's like you're pulling a big cow" I yelled at them again "Fragile? You look like an amazon" said the man who made my blood boil as they pulled me. Tsk, thank you for keeping me captive if I hadn't destroyed that skull earlier. I just noticed that I had stumbled upon a large mansion. Is this the basement? It is too big and dirty to be called a basement. That Master looks rich. A few minutes passed again and they brought me into a room and I didn't see even a thing or furniture. Is this really a room? The men holding me violently pushed me to the floor and closed the door on me and locked it I slowly stood up even though my back still hurt from the impact of being hit on my back. What am I going to do here? There is no bed or tv. It's boring here. This mansion is still rich and yet this room is empty. Suddenly the door opened and it revealed a man with a socket of good looks but a terrible posture. Just one look from him is sure that I'm already buried. "Who are you?" I asked him firmly while raising an eyebrow "Are you a daughter of Ronald?" He asked me and I raised my eyebrows even more "Ronald who?" I asked with difficulty "It looks like Ronald fooled me again huh" he said "You're stupid" I said and suddenly his expression changed. "Excuse me?" He said and walked straight towards me "You got fooled fast so basically, you're stupid" I repeat and step back as he approaches me with a sharp gaze "Mary Viatrixe Xylline Monteverde is a beautiful name" he said and he suddenly stopped walking "Of course my mother thought of that." When I'm proud of him. By the way, how did he know my name right away? I haven't said that yet. Tsk, he immediately did a background check on me. "Your name would be fitting if it were written in a tomb" he coldly said causing my smile to disappear "What if I bury you? It's good to be out of there" I shouted "Go on" he playfully said so I prepared myself. I was a black belter in taekwondo when I was in college, so I am confident in my skills. I immediately punched him and accompanied him with strong kicks that would knock anyone down immediately when hit. All of this he avoided quickly which annoyed me. How can he avoid and block my attacks? Should I use my last technique? I suddenly stopped and stared at him "Done already? Tsk weak" he said and I grinned at him I lowered the strap of the shirt I was wearing an
THE LOVE OATH!

THE LOVE OATH!

Lucinda fought long and hard for her happiness before she finally threw in the cold towel, she gave up when her father left her in the cold and dirty world to strive and survive on her own. He had been her sole protector and fighter, especially against the harsh treatment from her step mother and sister, but when he died few weeks to her mating ceremony she lost interest In life generally, knowing fully well That her step mother and step older sister had every chance and power to frustrate her excessively, now that no one is around to protect her. Although it’s not like anyone had been there to protect her generally from them, her father was always outdoors to fend for them, but at least he came home most times to yell and warn them to stay away from her. It felt like hey planned his death, instantly they took her mate from her on the mating ceremony by turning him against her before she even met him, they had taken space in his life and in her presence he announced her step sister as his queen and rejected her ridiculously in public, turning her into an ordinary maid. “You are a whore and you can never be my queen, a hag like you is tainted and wretched! ..Get her out of my sight!!” Her mate's furious and bitter voice filled her dreams every night, his tune as he bellowed at her on the first night of their meeting took on a life of its own and turned into a daily nightmare for her. She wondered how gullible he must be to easily take the words of her step mother and sister for it, without bothering to hear from her, she was so sad and dissapionted in him. The one person she thought would carry her on his shoulder and carry her to safety away from her enemies. Lucinda closed her heart to any form of love or freedom but when a knight in shining armour came in the form of her prisoner and buyer, the scary, crazily wealthy and famous hybrid king with the vampire and werewolf breed, Lucinda almost didn’t believe it. From buying her to be an ordinary sex slave and blood bag where he could feed from and satisfy his pleasures in his bed, she became his queen and wife embedded with wealth and authority. What will happen along the way and how will her step mother and sister take the news of her new found luck and love? Will Lucinda give in to her prisoner and allow the raging wind of love and attraction between them break the barrier of coldness, fear and heartbreak in her heart? Will she go back to her mate when he comes running and begging her for forgiveness? Can she and the hybrid king find a happy ever after or will his coldness and superiority scare her away and deny the intense attraction and pure raging romance between them?
The Unwanted Husband's Revenge

The Unwanted Husband's Revenge

My wife, Sarah, always craved something louder, something more, unlike my quiet integrity. She'd called me to a Boston steakhouse, claiming a critical deal for her family's company, Ross & Sons. But the meeting quickly devolved into a predatory ambush, led by the infamous corporate raider, Vic Sterling. When I pointed out the deal's fatal flaws, Mark Jenkins, Sarah's COO, called her, and her voice, impatient and dismissive, echoed through the phone: "Alex, just stop creating problems. Let the professionals handle it. Don't ruin this for us." Sterling, appearing like a predator, then openly mocked me, calling me "the anchor" and a "relic" while Davies, his accomplice, snickered. The ultimate betrayal came when Sarah herself walked in, ignoring my warnings, and with a star-struck smile, publicly announced, "Our marriage... it's run its course. I'm choosing a future with Vic. Professionally, and personally." They snickered and pushed divorce papers towards me, ready to discard me and our shared legacy like yesterday's trash. The humiliation burned, a bitter taste, as they mistook my quiet nature for weakness, and my principled stand for a lack of ambition. They boasted of their boundless power, completely unaware of the true, silent influence I possessed, built on generations of uncompromising integrity. My patience had reached its limit. With a calm hand, I signed the divorce papers, then reached for my phone, meticulously dialing a number that would shatter their carefully constructed illusion of invincibility.