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An Atonement of Love

An Atonement of Love

My world shattered the day Liam Sterling, the man I'd loved since childhood, turned into my fiercest accuser. His father, my beloved mentor, was dead, and Liam, blinded by grief, believed my own innocent father was a criminal, the cause of his despair. He looked at me, not with love, but with chilling hatred. He threw the engagement ring—our symbol of forever—onto the marble floor, its clatter echoing the definitive punctuation mark on our shared history. He cast me out, suffering from bone cancer I hadn't revealed, believing it yet another one of my family's lies. Now homeless and destitute, my father, falsely imprisoned for embezzlement, suffered a heart attack behind bars. Liam, despite my desperate pleas, denied him bail, sealing his fate. Soon after, the brutal news came: my father died in prison. The cruelty escalated. Liam paraded me at a gala, forcing a grotesque performance of the dutiful fiancée, only to publicly destroy a cherished gift—my bronzed ballet slippers—a relic of my mother and my dreams. When I begged him to believe my terminal diagnosis, he scoffed, accusing me of faking illness. Then his assistant, Chloe Davis, fabricated a monstrous lie: a miscarriage, claiming I was responsible. Liam believed her, swearing vengeance on me for killing a child that never existed. How could he be so blind? How could the man who promised to protect me become this cruel stranger, actively destroying my life? I was accused of harassment and threats, my cancer dismissed as an elaborate trick, and finally, condemned to a psychiatric facility. My mother, consumed by grief and shock over my father's death and my arrest, died shortly after. Alone, broken, and dying, I found myself trapped, unable to prove my innocence, questioning if the love we shared was ever real. But deep down, a flicker of defiance remained—a silent promise that the truth, however brutal, would eventually surface.
The Road of A Unwanted Wife To Her True Home

The Road of A Unwanted Wife To Her True Home

The first time I saw proof of my husband' s affair, it wasn' t some hushed secret, but splashed across the internet for everyone to see. Grainy paparazzi photos showed Ethan Carter, the formidable head of Carter Industries, at a parent-child carnival, dressed in a ridiculous bear mascot costume, holding a little boy' s hand and smiling at the woman beside him. That woman was Isabella, his ex-fiancée, and the boy was their son, Leo. They looked like the perfect family. My first instinct was to call my PR team to scrub the photos, but Ethan had already beaten me to it, making them vanish, a stark reminder that our marriage was nothing more than a strategic business merger. Then, they arrived at my doorstep: Ethan, Isabella, and Leo-a picture-perfect trio, while I, his legal wife, stood an outsider in my own home. Leo, a three-year-old, kicked my shin and shrieked, "You stole my dad!" Ethan, instead of chastising his son, turned his icy gaze on me and declared, "He' s just a child. Besides, Isabella raised him alone all these years. I owe her." His words cut deeper than any physical blow. In three years of marriage, he had never once scolded me, yet now, he defended his ex-fiancée and her child against me, his wife, with a chilling coldness. That night, Isabella, with a triumphant smirk, flaunted a hickey, whispering, "As long as Leo is around, Ethan and I can never truly be cut apart. Give him back to me." My composure cracked, replaced by a cold, searing rage. Love? For people like us, it was the most insignificant thing in the world. Three strikes, Ethan. You' re out.
Echoes of Hidden Secrets

Echoes of Hidden Secrets

So what can I do for you, young lady?" Andrew asked.  "My name is Lily, and I am here to apply for a job in your company." Lily pushed forward her credentials towards Andrew for a review.  "I can see you have good qualifications here, but you lack working experience," Andrew said to Lily.  "Actually, sir, I can..."  "That's it; we currently don't have any vacant positions for now," Andrew interrupted Lily.  "Maybe some other time," he added.  "Please, sir, I can do any kind of job, even if it is to clean your desk and serve you coffee every morning," Lily pleaded with a dim voice.  "I am sorry, but there's nothing I can do for you. However, I will try as much to keep your contact details. I may likely reach out to you some other time," said Andrew.  ======= Lily Martins is desperately in search for a job, not to earn for a decent living but to save her dying mother whom is battling with stage four cancer. Her last hope is the prestigious company in the city owned by Andrew Murtough but despite her efficient and good qualifications, she was declined. Lily left the company broken and shattered, and on the verge of giving up but she can't do that just yet. Her mother has limited time to survive if proper medication isn't prescribed to her. As heaven will have it, Lily was called for a tough and unexpected job role by the Andrew who rejected her - to babysit his son. For Andrew, it was a daring decision he had to make to keep his son away from his ex-wife while for Lily, it was a no option job she had to take to save her mother. But will Lily survive the storm that heads towards her or will she find redemption that her heart yarns for.
His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby

His Wife, His Best Friend's Baby

The cemetery air was heavy, just like my heart, staring at Lily' s name, a scar etched in stone. Then she arrived, Sophia, my wife, leaning into Mark, my best friend. Her hand resting on the slight curve of her stomach twisted my gut. "Lily, from heaven, will surely bless the baby in my womb with health and safety," she sneered, holding her belly. My daughter was dead, and their child, a blessing. I slid my wedding ring off, the symbol of a shattered lie, and let it fall onto the damp earth beside Lily' s grave. I walked away without looking back, leaving everything behind. Later, I overheard Sophia' s sisters mocking me. "What do you bet he comes crawling back in a week?" one giggled. They had no idea. Soon, I found myself serving Mark, Sophia' s lover, even peeling him an apple, a twisted parody of our past intimacy. Her smirk told me she relished my humiliation. Then she dropped the bomb: "We can all be one big, happy family." I handed her the divorce papers, already signed. Sophia laughed, picking up the papers. "You have nothing without me." Suddenly, Mark began to choke, his face turning red. "What did you do?" Sophia shrieked, her eyes blazing, forcing a piece of the apple into my mouth. A sickeningly sweet, nutty taste flooded my senses. Almonds. The room spun, and the first wave of anaphylaxis hit me like a fiery punch. "We found out about the baby almost a year ago, right after… Lily got sick." A year. Lily was still alive when their affair began. They left me there, choking, as they rushed Mark to the hospital. But in that cold, sterile hospital room, a ruthless plan began to form.
Pregnant For My Ex's Dad

Pregnant For My Ex's Dad

Aria and her boyfriend, Marco, were going to celebrate their fifth anniversary until he called her on the phone saying that he could not make it due to the fact that he was down with a fever. So Aria took a leave from the bar where she's working to surprise him with soup. But on getting to his house, she saw him pummeling his so-called cousin from the back while moaning loudly. He didn't seem surprised seeing her; in fact, he mocked and humiliated her and said she would die as a virgin, and right there, he broke up with her. Aria didn't know where to start. She loved him so much, she felt really betrayed and didn't know where to start. So she got back to the bar and decided to get wasted for the night. What's the use of the virginity she's been keeping? Unknown to her was that her drink had been mixed with the aphrodisiac by the bar manager whom Aria had turned down before. Seeing her in a vulnerable state, he decided to take advantage of her, but before he could perform the vicious act, Aria was saved by a mysterious man, who was a walking pheromone. He was utterly sexy and full of muscles; he didn't even look old despite the slight gray hair on his head. Aria, whose body was burning from the aphrodisiac, didn't waste time; she clung to him and whispered sexily into his ears. "My ex-boyfriend said I'm going to die a virgin, but I want to prove him wrong. Will you help me with that?" His voice was extremely low and sexy as he whispered back. "Of course, tesoro. I'll thoroughly worship you."