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Public Shame, Private Triumph

Public Shame, Private Triumph

The music was too loud at Bella Hayes' s staff gala. My girlfriend, Bella, was across the room, laughing, owning the whole chain. I was her sous-chef, our love a secret. Then Julian Vance, Bella' s childhood friend who always looked like he sniffed something bad, cornered me. He accused me, loudly, of stealing his vintage designer watch. He ripped open my bag, scattering my mother' s medical bills across the polished floor for everyone to see. "Motive," he sneered. Bella, the woman I loved, walked over, her eyes cold. She told me to "let it go," publicly hinting my "moment of desperation" explained it all. She thought I was guilty. Her words hit harder than any punch. This public betrayal later led to my sick mother collapsing, in desperate need of expensive, specialized treatment. How could Bella, who claimed to love me, so easily believe I was a thief? How could she watch me be publicly shamed, then abandon me when my mother and I needed her most? I was innocent, but trapped and desperate. In my deepest despair, Julian offered me the money for my mother' s treatment-if I disappeared from New York and Bella' s life, forever. I accepted, my pride swallowed. But hours later, a phone call. An IT guy, guilt-ridden, sent me security footage Julian missed. It showed everything: Julian planting the watch in my bag. My mother was my priority then, but justice? New York thought it broke me. They were wrong. I was just getting started.
Never Letting You Go

Never Letting You Go

It sounds impossible It sounds awkward She is deaf He is blind Is their love possible? It truly is impossible but how are they going to scale through ? She is a very popular and a loved celebrity (artiste) She got an angelic voice and a really beautiful face that got guys tripping but as the saying goes, ..’everybody have their our own flaw .she looks flawless but she is actually deaf ‘unable to hear ‘. She was born deaf .since childhood ,she have always loved singing even though she doesn’t know how awesome her voice is .Her parent urged her to go into singing and she got a lots of fans easily . She got no friends .She have always been an introvert but she got only one friend who unfortunately left her at the wrong time and ever since then ,she have been lonely . 💙He is perfect.💙 Handsome ? Check ✅ Kind ?Check ✅ Lovable and carefree attitude?Check ✅ He got his own flaw too and wasn’t really perfect . Circumstances led into circumstances and his sight got badly damaged leaving him blind . He stays with an old couple whom he knows nothing about . He was always indoor ,He doesn’t have any friends again . Who would want to be friends with a blind person ? The story took a drastic turn when he was listening to radio a particular day and a female voice started playing . The voice sounds familiar and he was fast to recognize it .It was the voice of someone important .The voice of the girl he missed .The voice of the girl he yearned to touch again .The girl he would do anything just to see her again . He baldy wants to see her again but it seems impossible . Circumstances led into circumstances and he met her but unfortunately can’t see her . But problems sets in when she doesn’t want to see him . She hates him .But why ? Would he regain his sight and see the angel ? Will they fall in love despite their condition ? Most importantly,Is she going to be deaf forever ? What happens when more and more problems set in and things got more complicated and heated ? The answers are hidden in this amazing book !! Watch out in this suspense filled novel as drama keeps on unfolding. You don’t wanna miss this ! (C)Authoress Adams ✍️
His Loss, Her Lasting Love

His Loss, Her Lasting Love

Six years. An engagement ring on my finger. A future designed together, just like the buildings we drafted. All of it shattered when Mark, my fiancé and professional partner, coldly declared, "It's not working, Ava. I'm with Chloe now." My world crumbled further as Mark and his new, younger intern, Chloe, began a calculated campaign to erase my contributions at work, culminating in Chloe taking credit for my projects and Mark accusing me of mental instability to sideline me professionally. The betrayal escalated when, after I tried to confront Chloe about my vandalized portfolio and missing belongings-acts I knew she committed-Mark brazenly defended her, painting me as the aggressor. "You' ve gone from pathetic to dangerous," he sneered, publicly suspending me and demanding I leave the premises. Shoved into a dark storage closet by security, alone and overwhelmed, I overheard Mark' s contemptuous voice: "She's faking it. She's just looking for sympathy. Leave her there. It's what she deserves." Then Chloe appeared, her face close to mine, venomously whispering, "You should have just stayed broken. He was mine. This job was mine. You had your turn." She pressed down hard on the bruise Mark had left on my arm, a chilling, triumphant smile on her face. Just as I thought I couldn' t bear another moment, a new voice cut through the air outside, loud and utterly unfamiliar: "I'm looking for Ava Miller. Her fiancé sent me to pick her up. Where is she?"
The Affair, The Baby, The Betrayal

The Affair, The Baby, The Betrayal

My flight from Geneva was long, fueled by the anticipation of seeing Ethan and picking up our lives. My surgical fellowship was finally complete. But as I cleared customs, a text from an unknown number shattered my world: "Ava, don't go to Cedar View Birthing Center. Ethan is there with Chloe. The baby has arrived." Chloe. His high school friend, the one he always said he owed a life debt. Then, another text: "Eleanor and Richard hired them. They said to keep you from 'causing a scene'." His parents, who once called me the daughter they never had, were complicit. My hands went cold. I went to our house, where the nursery light glowed softly. The air was thick with baby powder and Chloe’s cloying perfume. Ethan was there, holding the baby, Chloe beside him, his parents beaming. His mother’s voice was icy: "Your career kept you busy, Ava. Ethan needed a family." Then Ethan, my husband, looked at me, offering a grotesque explanation. "Chloe is terminally ill. This was her dying wish. And after your… difficulties… this could be painless motherhood for you." Painless. He called my infertility a "difficulty" and expected me to accept this child of an affair? They wanted me to cooperate, to become the silent accomplice in my own humiliation and erasure. “Okay,” I said, seeing the relief on their faces. They had no idea the ice in my eyes, or the secret plan that had just clicked into place.
ETHEREAL BLUE

ETHEREAL BLUE

"Guy why you dey look me like that?" His voice was steady, but the flicker of confusion and heat in his eyes made my chest tighten. "I'm not," I lied, though my gaze refused to move from the water sliding down his neck, tracing the hard lines of his chest before disappearing beneath the towel. " Huh! Really?" he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Because you're looking at me like I'm some kind of forbidden fruit." I swallowed hard, cursing the way my breath hitched. He wasn't wrong. Something about him-his presence, his confidence, the way he stood there dripping wet like he didn't have a care in the world-had me unraveling. "You're the one standing half-naked," I shot back, though the words lacked bite. "What do you expect?" He laughed, the sound deep and rich, like the rumble of a storm. "I didn't expect you to be so easy to distract." "Distract? I'm not distracted." My words came out too quick, too defensive. He stepped closer, his damp hair falling across his forehead, and for a moment, the space between us felt electric. "Then wati dey make you dey blush?" I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Because he was right-I was blushing, my pulse racing, my thoughts a mess. And then, just as suddenly as he'd appeared, he was gone, leaving nothing but the memory of his smirk and the ache in my chest that told me this wasn't over. --- Can you survive the pull of gravity when it's not just the black hole that's consuming you-but him? Dive into ETHEREAL BLUE, a tale of cursed ghosts, forbidden connections, and the kind of chemistry that stops time itself.