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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.
The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape

I was just a placeholder, a warm body in silk sheets to keep the bed from getting cold while my billionaire "owner," Garrick Head, dreamt of another man’s wife. To the world, I was Ever Wells, the lucky girl he’d plucked from obscurity, but in reality, I was a doll on a 145-day contract, counting every second until I could disappear. Everything shattered when a burner phone buzzed in my hand with a message that turned my blood to ice: "I know your secret, Everly." My real name was the one thing I had buried to protect my four-year-old son, Leo, who was hidden in a cramped apartment in Queens. Just as the blackmailer closed in, Leo’s asthma flared into a life-threatening fever, and the medication he needed cost thousands I didn't have. When I tried to siphon money to save him, Garrick sensed my desperation and froze my credit cards, mocking my "poverty" and demanding I crawl back to his bed to earn his favor. The nightmare intensified at a high-society gala when Clarence Frazier, a dangerous ghost from my past, cornered me. He mouthed my real name in front of the cameras, his eyes promising to tear my fake life apart. Garrick’s possessiveness turned violent as he broke a man’s jaw for insulting me, yet in the same breath, he reminded me I was nothing but a "rented whore" he’d bought off a shelf. I had to smile while he kissed me and detach my mind while he touched me, all while siphoning pennies into a hidden account. He thought he could finalize my imprisonment with a twenty-million-dollar apartment on Central Park West, calling it a gift when it was really just a heavier lock on my golden cage. "I don't want to save the world," I whispered to the empty, marble penthouse after he fell asleep. "I just want to save my son." With a predator from my past watching my every move and a master who treated me like a pet, I realized I couldn't wait for my contract to end. I had to run tonight, or Leo and I would both die in this cage.
My Unwanted Billionaire

My Unwanted Billionaire

“Tell me, Eleanor, do you like seeing me like this? Do you like seeing me angry with you?” he yells, banging the spot above my head. I keep my mouth shut so I don’t say the wrong thing and make him angrier. “Fucking answer me,” he says, roughly shaking my body. “N-N-N-o-o,” I stammer. Two-letter words have never felt more challenging in my life. “If you don't, then why don't you ever listen to me? The spanking wasn’t enough? Do you need me to unleash my beast on you before you listen to me?” he asks, and I shake my head this time to tell him no. I wonder what it’d be like if he released his inner beast. I would probably die because without it, I’m suffering already. “Then give me a reason why I shouldn't take you across my legs right now and give you twenty lashes on each ass cheek for laughing at something Evan said,” he says, and I pause for a minute. He’s furious with me because I laughed at what Evan said. I know he told me not to smile at other men except him, but this is too much, even for him. He’s angry because I laughed. I can't believe this. Does he expect me not to laugh when someone says something funny? If he does, then Mr. Crawford needs to get himself checked into a psych hospital because he’s crazy. “You shouldn't spank me because it's my right to laugh or not at what Evan said.” “You see, Eleanor, that's where you’re wrong. Only I can tell you if you can laugh or not.” “Excuse me?” I ask, looking at him confused and wondering if he’s on something. “I own your laughter, Eleanor.” “No, you don't.” “I do. And not just your laughter. I own all of you.” “No, you don't,” I repeat. Is something wrong with Mr. Crawford? Why in God's name would he think he owns me? “Yes, I do. I own all of you,” he says, whispering into my ear --------------------------------- Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can't wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can't fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her. Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?
Why does love feels so uncomfortable

Why does love feels so uncomfortable

-- Lara Smith, the only daughter of the influential Smith family, had never truly owned her life. Even though she was born into wealth and privilege, her parents saw her less as a daughter and more as a bargaining chip. When their company teetered on the edge of bankruptcy, they used her as collateral in a desperate deal - a move that would entangle her with two men, William and Rufus, both chosen for her benefit, though she felt nothing for them. Her heart, however, had always belonged elsewhere. The day Tomson - her childhood sweetheart - returned, old emotions came rushing back. It felt like destiny had given her a second chance at love. But that chance turned to ruin. Tomson shattered her, playing her heart like a pawn in a chess game, using her vulnerabilities against her until she was left broken and humiliated. In the wreckage of her trust, Liam appeared. Unlike anyone she had ever known, Liam was patient, kind, and unwavering. He didn't just speak of love - he proved it in every gesture, every glance, every word. Slowly, he rebuilt her faith in something she thought had died forever. With him, she began to heal, to dream, and to believe again. Then tragedy struck. A plane crash. Liam was gone. The news ripped through her like a blade, leaving her hollow and numb. But grief soon turned into suspicion. Something didn't feel right. The pieces didn't add up. Her instincts were right. Liam wasn't dead. His "death" had been fabricated, his body replaced with that of a dead police officer. And behind it all was Olivia - Lara's rival and Tomson's bitter ex-girlfriend. Olivia had orchestrated the lie, weaving it into a web of deceit designed to destroy Lara's happiness, fuel old misunderstandings, and keep her trapped in a cycle of heartbreak. But Lara was no longer the naive girl who could be moved around like a game piece. Fueled by determination, she set out to uncover the truth. Each clue brought her closer to the heart of the conspiracy, unraveling the schemes and betrayals that had haunted her for years. In the end, she exposed Olivia's lies, dismantled the manipulation, and reclaimed her life. Liam was freed from the shadows of the plot, and together they emerged from the chaos stronger than ever. Against all odds, Lara and Liam finally found the peace they had fought for. And for the first time, Lara wasn't just living for her family's name or their fortune - she was living for herself, and for the love that had survived every storm. ---