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When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape

When Love Dies: A Spy's Escape

"You will be declared dead, Gregoria." That's what Agent Christian told me. My life as an FBI agent was about to end, replaced by a ghost. No contact with my past, not even my husband, Darwin. But then, a week before my staged death, I walked into our home office and saw it: Darwin's laptop, open, displaying a live video feed. My husband, shirtless, with his assistant, Elyssa Daniel. They were kissing. My world tilted. I watched, frozen, as he kissed her. The sounds they made were obscene. I recognized the unique lines of his body, the watch I gave him for our anniversary. I stumbled back, my hand shaking as I reached for my phone. I had to confront this nightmare. I hit the call button. On the screen, Darwin froze, then answered my call. "Hey, honey. What's up?" His voice, so normal, so full of lies, broke something inside me. The phone slipped from my grasp. My heart, my love, my entire world had been a lie. I spent the night on the office floor, replaying the video. The evidence of his betrayal was a digital tombstone for our marriage. Each time I watched, disgust and pain grew. I looked at my wedding ring, a mark of my foolishness, and threw it across the room. He thought I was weak, predictable. He thought I loved him so much I'd believe the sky was green. But the woman who loved Darwin Mcintosh died on that office floor. And in that moment, my mission, my fake death, felt like an escape.
Love me I dare you

Love me I dare you

Nathaniel Diaz is the school most popular boy. He's got the looks but he's not the most popular just because of that, the main reason why he's popular is his ability to make three girls cry on the same day. Don't judge with his innocent looking face, yes his face is damn too innocent to have such attitudes of his. His face screams perfection, and that's the weakness of the girls. He's a crazy Casanova, it should be an official statement for girls to stay away from Nathaniel Diaz but still they never stop flocking over him like lost sheep, giving him more rooms to break more hearts. Aside being a Casanova, he's the school biggest enemy, he's the type who does things only to make himself happy not minding if anyone gets hurt in the process. He cares less about people's feelings. Some says he grew up where there was no love, because absolutely that word is missing and weird in Nathaniel's dictionary. He's the only one you will find countless bad habits in his hands. In a word, Nathaniel live his life only the way he wants not giving a damn about anything in the world. It would have been so perfect when an innocent girl came into his life, if only she's not off his limit. Someone he shouldn't dare to stay close with, but even though Nathaniel tried his best not to get close to her, she kept on coming and coming until he was unable to resist any longer. Why is she off-limit? Then find out in this sweet one you don't want to miss out for anything.
Caged Love

Caged Love

The camera flashes were blinding, a storm of light. My fiancé, Ethan, stood at the podium, his hand clutching mine, whispering sweet nothings for the reporters. He declared his eternal love, sacrificing his ambitions for my "crippled" self, the pianist whose dream was tragically cut short. But an hour earlier, I'd overheard him and my best friend, Bella. "Her hands… are they permanently damaged?" Bella whispered. "Completely," Ethan confirmed, his voice chillingly cold. "The 'accident' was flawless. She\'s a cripple, Bella. You have nothing to worry about." My world shattered. The car crash, the botched surgery-all a meticulously planned lie. My supposed recovery was overseen by Dr. Ben, who had helped Ethan ensure I would never play again. I lay in a hospital bed, my bandaged hands a testament to their cruelty, left to grapple with the shocking betrayal. How could the man who promised me forever, the one I loved, orchestrated such a heinous plot? The deeper I looked, the more horrifying truths unravelled: I was drugged for months to appear unstable, and the tragic miscarriage I suffered wasn\'t natural-he had murdered our unborn child. The love I thought was real was a delusion, a carefully constructed cage. With nothing left to lose, and fueled by a cold, searing rage, I stopped merely existing. I was no longer a victim. I was a survivor, and I would make them pay. My escape wasn't just about leaving; it was about orchestrating their downfall, piece by agonizing piece.
The Blind Billionaire's Hidden Genius Wife

The Blind Billionaire's Hidden Genius Wife

My father didn’t look at me like a daughter; he looked at me like a bad loan he needed to settle. After five years of being nothing but a monthly expense on his ledger, I was shoved back into the Quinn mansion, smelling the expensive lavender that masked the rot beneath the floorboards. He slammed a prenuptial agreement onto the mahogany table and gave me a heartless ultimatum. "Sign it and marry Harrison Sterling, or I call the care facility in ten minutes and tell them to pull the plug on your mother's life support." My stepmother Lydia told me I should be grateful for this "future," while my stepsister Tiffany kicked a bag with her old, hideous wedding dress at my feet. They told me I was born for nothing but to pay off their debts. I was shipped off in the rain to the Sterling estate, a stone fortress where the housekeeper treated me like a servant and locked me in a pitch-black room. Inside, my new husband—a man rumored to be a blind, unstable monster—hurled a crystal glass at my head and tried to strangle me with his bare hands. I could feel the tremors in his grip and the sickly-sweet smell of neurotoxins on his breath. I realized then that Harrison wasn't the master of this house; he was a specimen in a jar, being systematically poisoned by his own family while cameras watched his every move. My own father had sold me into a death trap, thinking I was just a desperate girl with nowhere else to go. But they didn't know I had been living a double life as a medical prodigy who graduated from Johns Hopkins at nineteen. I pinned my "monster" husband to the floor, pulled a set of silver acupuncture needles from the hem of my dress, and made him a deal. "I’ll give you your eyes back, and in exchange, you help me burn both our families to the ground."
Trapped In The Reborn Billionaire's Embrace

Trapped In The Reborn Billionaire's Embrace

Dalton woke up drenched in cold sweat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The room was dark, but the date on the nightstand screamed the truth: it was three years ago, the exact night his nightmare began. Beside him, Audriana was thrashing in a drug-induced fever, her body burning as she clawed at her blouse. The memory of her lifeless, broken body from his past life slammed into his skull, and the suffocating realization hit him—he had been given a second chance. But before he could even process the miracle, the bedroom door clicked. Chadwick Kowalski, the man who had ruined Audriana in his past life, was outside with a pack of paparazzi, shoving a cloned keycard into the lock, ready to capture her at her most vulnerable. I watched as the reporters burst in, cameras flashing, desperate to document her destruction. They pointed fingers, screaming that I had forced her, while Chadwick played the heartbroken boyfriend to perfection, his eyes gleaming with greed as he sold her out to a debt-ridden poker ring. How could he be so cruel? How could he trade the woman he claimed to love for a stack of cash? I looked at Audriana, trembling and terrified in my arms, and felt a cold, lethal rage turn my blood to ice. I stepped into the frame, my voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Audriana Christensen is my fiancée," I declared, silencing the room instantly. This time, the nightmare ends with me, and I will burn everything to the ground to keep her safe.
Love With The Emotionless Killer

Love With The Emotionless Killer

LEILANI. I'm an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby. I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent. I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I've never been on my own until six months ago. When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I've never been on my own before. Six months later, I'm doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good. All was going really well.....until the day he showed up. The scariest man I've ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It's a look I don't understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine. Who is he? What does he want from me? ZERO HE IS DARKNESS.... I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain. You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don't care. I am a born killer and I'm called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don't see. Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn't be wrong. I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don't see any need why I have to lie here. I am a very bad man, don't go searching for good because it's not there. I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too. Don't mistake this for a confession because it is not. I'm not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won't accept it. I'm not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own. The first day I saw her, I just knew something. My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life. I must have her. I must make her mine.