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The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now

The Scapegoat's Return: Watch Me Shine Now

I was the adopted daughter of the wealthy Reese family, living quietly in the shadow of their biological daughter, Asha. After a charity gala, a drunk Asha insisted on driving her sports car, only to strike a pedestrian on a dark, wet road. Before I could even call 911, my boyfriend Collins and the family lawyer arrived to control the scene. My adoptive father put a heavy hand on my shoulder, begging me to take the fall so their true bloodline wouldn't have a criminal record. "I'll wait for you, Crys. I promise I'll take care of everything." Collins whispered those words and squeezed my hand. I foolishly agreed, but in court, Collins personally submitted a fabricated statement detailing my history of severe binge drinking. The high-priced lawyer offered no defense, and I was sentenced to three years in a federal prison, completely abandoned by the family I loved. For 1,095 days behind razor wire, I suffered the ultimate betrayal. They hadn't made a mistake; they had intentionally fed me to the wolves as a disposable sacrifice to keep their precious princess safe. I couldn't understand how the man I loved could destroy me without a single ounce of hesitation. Upon my release, I fled to a new city with just twenty-seven dollars, deciding that surviving and living well would be my revenge. I finally found a safe haven working at a small diner. But as I drove my delivery truck downtown today, I locked eyes with Collins's best friend through the window of a luxury Bentley. The billionaires who ruined my life have found me, and the storm they tried to bury has officially arrived.
Love on the rooftop

Love on the rooftop

LOVE ON THE ROOFTOP Blurb Amelia ran to the topmost floor in her school with tears in her eyes. Her uniform was soiled with eggs, tomatoes and flour particles. Her hair was wet with water mixed with egg dripping down her uniform making her smell bad and unkempt. She looked at the unfamiliar environment she was in and cold shivers ran down her spine. She dragged her feet to the rails with her mind in turmoil, is she ready to do this? She asked herself unsure of her decision. With a look of determination, she held the rails and began to climb. The cool evening breeze blew across her face making her hair scatter all over her tear stained face. She took in a deep breath and allowed her legs to cross over the rails in an attempt to jump out, "what are you doing?" She heard a deep masculine voice and turned abruptly in fear to see a handsome man standing few feet away from her. "Please go away" she pleaded but he stood there unmoved. "What are you doing?" He repeated coming close to her, "don't come any closer" she screamed at him and fresh tears poured out of her eyes, "what does it look like I'm doing?, I'm ending my miserable life. Why am so unfortunate?" She lamented and there was a moment of silence between the two of them. She turned back to the rails and made up her mind to jump at the count of three but at the same time, conscious of the stranger behind her. "Why are you still here? Leave now before you will be called a murderer" she said coldly scared that he might end up in jail because of her death. "I don't know why you are doing this girl" he said with a sigh "but, before you jump, look around you and tell me if you are worst than the person or people you've seen" he said, his blue eyes teary as he looked into her hazel eyes. Amelia turned her face away from him "you don't even know me nor the reason I'm feeling this way. I beg you to stay away from me" she replied stubbornly. There was silence once more until the strange man spoke up again, "since you feel that you are the only one in pains and the only way to end it is by jumping, why the f**k are you still there and not jumping!!?" He yelled and she recoiled in fear. Their tears were now streaming down their cheeks freely. "I can't do it, I'm not ready" she muttered, "yes, it's not worth it, let's be survivors" he cooed. Without thinking twice, she fell into his awaiting arms as they cried their eyes out. Who's this strange man and why do I find solace in his arms? She wondered. "What is the reason behind his tears?", "Why do I feel we are connected somehow?", "What is this feeling I'm having?" She asked no one in particular as she relaxed more in his arms. Love on the rooftop, solely written by Authoress Gifted Please do not copy
Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return

Divorced And Reborn: The Masked Doctor's Return

I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity. He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat. "The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it." He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago. He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die. Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood? Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite. And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
Drowning In Betrayal, Rising Stronger

Drowning In Betrayal, Rising Stronger

The first thing I felt was water in my lungs, then nothing. Now, I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head throbbing, with three years of my life mysteriously wiped clean. My father explained it away as an "accident," a fall into a lake, but the icy demeanor of my supposedly devoted bodyguard, Liam, and the saccharine sweetness masking venom from my stepsister, Brittany, painted a disturbing picture. "You valued him," my father said of Liam, confirming my worst suspicions about a past I couldn't recall, yet instinctively recoiled from. The "caring" nurse, the dismissive father, the subtly cruel stepsister-they all confirmed a horrifying truth: I was the obsessed, pathetic fool in a one-sided romance. This betrayal was cemented when Brittany, in a staged "accident," showered Liam with attention, and he, without a moment' s hesitation, left me in my hospital bed to comfort her, his "concern" for her a stark contrast to his disdain for me. Why had my past self been so blind? What dark secrets lay buried in those missing three years that made me cling to a man who despised me and a family that clearly harbored ill will? The humiliation burned hotter than any fever. But in that cold realization, a new resolve was forged. The pathetic Chloe was gone, drowned in that lake. With a click, I deleted Liam' s picture and contact from my phone. My amnesia was not a curse; it was a clean slate, and I vowed to reclaim my life and burn down the world of those who had wronged me.
The Napa Betrayal

The Napa Betrayal

My life was perfectly aligned: a positive pregnancy test, a dream wedding in Napa Valley to my fiancé, Andrew, the man I' d loved for seven years. I snapped a photo of those two pink lines, my heart overflowing. This was our future. But then, stepping into the vineyard, I overheard Andrew confessing a shocking secret: he' d married someone else, his deceased brother' s pregnant girlfriend, Maria, just yesterday. His family insisted, it was for a "Scott heir." My perfect world shattered, the joy in my chest freezing into a lead weight. My pregnancy, once a beacon of hope, now felt like a burden. In a cold, clear haze, I deleted the photo, deleted our shared future, and scheduled an impossible appointment. The lies kept piling up: Maria showing up at our menu tasting, him escorting her past me at the clinic, her Instagram announcement of "Daddy and I can't wait." His entire family celebrated a new "Scott heir," clearly complicit in his deception. How could he think I wouldn't find out? How could he believe he could have his cake and eat it too, building a life with me on a foundation of such cruel lies? He underestimated me, utterly unaware of the chilling clarity that now filled me, or what I was truly capable of. I gave a performance worthy of an Oscar, then began to systematically dismantle his carefully constructed deception, starting by packing up every single thing he owned. My wedding day became the day his life would truly end, and mine would finally begin.