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The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife

The Billionaire's Regret: My Tortured Ex-Wife

My husband stood by the window of his Manhattan office, his silhouette cutting through the storm like a blade. He didn't even look at me as he tossed the divorce papers onto the desk, his voice a cold baritone. "Sign it," Isaiah commanded, "or your brother’s dialysis treatment ends today." He believed the lie that I had pushed his pregnant mistress down a flight of stairs in a jealous rage. To save my dying brother, I signed the confession and accepted the role of a murderer, trading my freedom for a life of disgrace. At the funeral, Isaiah forced me to crawl on my knees through the freezing mud to the grave while a mob of mourners spat on me and cursed my name. When I went to prison, his influence followed me into the showers, where inmates told me the King wanted me to "remember my crime" before they used rusty shears to hack off my finger. Five years later, I was a ghost living in a damp basement with the son Isaiah never knew I had, hiding my mangled hand under a leather glove. When he eventually tracked us down, he didn't show mercy; he tore my son from my arms, calling me an unfit monster and swearing I would rot in a cage. I couldn't understand how the man I once loved could look at my broken body and see only a criminal, never realizing that every scar I carried was a gift from his own hatred. As he walked away with my child, I swallowed a bottle of pills to end the nightmare, leaving Isaiah to rip the glove from my hand and discover the mangled truth just as my eyes finally closed.
Aurora…

Aurora…

"stay two metres away from me anytime you are here, you are just my son's nurse so don't act like the caretaker of this whole house" Malcolm growled angrily as Aurora gulped and moved two paces away from him in fear holding onto the little boy's tiny hands. Malcolm Hart, the thirty-five year old business tycoon and the owner of chains of companies scattered around the world. He is the father of Liam,his seven year old son who was diagnosed with a brain tumor and has little time to live, despite having so much money it was hard to get his son treated. Aside being his son's father, he is also different from other men as he doesn't mingle or interact with the world around him unless for business and his ruthlessness was on another level. Things becomes different when Liam is admitted in the hospital because of a sudden seizure due to his illness and he gets attached with his nurse who he later calls his best friend, the two become so attached that Liam ended up asking her to become his nanny as his papa is hardly ever around. As Nurse Aurora step into the Hart mansion, things were not as she thought because on one hand is the son who adores her like his own mother and on the other hand is his papa who didn't even like seeing her because to him, she was just like the other girls. The story of a father and son, caught in the middle of a beautiful love with their in-house Nurse. Will the love for an innocent dying child make two people fall in love or drift them apart?
The Superstar Heiress's Unscripted Romance

The Superstar Heiress's Unscripted Romance

Eleonora Carlisle was just one movie away from shedding her commercial starlet image to become a serious, award-winning actress. Then, a fabricated paparazzi photo ruined everything. A clumsy pop idol tripped, she caught his arm, and the media spun it into a passionate late-night tryst. But the real nightmare began when a slip of her thumb accidentally "liked" a viral article branding her as Hollywood's ultimate player. The internet tore her apart. To save her dream role, her ruthless manager forged her signature and blackmailed her with an eight-figure penalty, forcing her onto a trashy reality dating show. Stripped of her phone and thrown into a crowded theme park, she thought she could just treat it like a boring, scripted vacation. She had no idea the show was an unedited, 24/7 global live stream, capturing her every eye-roll, complaint, and blatant attempt to cheat at the games. She hated being manipulated like a pawn on a studio executive's chessboard. But the ultimate humiliation came when she slipped and fell directly into the arms of a cold, aristocratic stranger—Brennan Kane, the notoriously ruthless Chief Counsel of her own family's mega-corporation. Why was a top-tier corporate predator wandering around a dating show set? Believing she had successfully ordered the cameraman to cut the feed, she mockingly asked if he was looking for a girlfriend. Instead of walking away, Brennan stepped dangerously close and stared right into the hidden hot mic. "I don't have a girlfriend. I am single."
Eight Years, One Betrayal

Eight Years, One Betrayal

For eight years, I, Chloe Davis, lived in the shadows, pouring my soul into Liam Stone's music, ghostwriting his hits, and supporting his every dream. I was his secret girlfriend, enduring hidden holidays and hushed dinners, all for the promise that one day, he' d reveal me as the woman he loved. Tonight was supposed to be that night. But as Liam stood on the glittering stage of the Starlight Music Awards, clutching the "Best New Artist" trophy, his eyes scanned the crowd not for me, but for stunning, famous Scarlett Blake. "My inspiration, my muse," he declared, beaming at her. Then, the crushing blow: "Scarlett, darling, once I solidify my A-list status, I' m yours forever." My world went silent. The eight years of sacrifice, my unseen labor, my unwavering devotion-all erased by a public declaration meant for another woman. He celebrated with champagne and victory, completely oblivious to the hollow ache in my chest, the numb limb that was finally acknowledged as dead. He called my quietness a flaw in his perfect evening. He thought a diamond necklace could fix it. He thought his casual affair, texting Scarlett the night of his triumph, would go unnoticed. He still believed there was an "us." I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I just packed. I was no longer the girl who loved him more than herself. That 18-year-old was gone. The 28-year-old Chloe, the one who just sold her entire song catalog, was done being a stepping stone. This was over. He didn't know it yet, but his secret weapon had just become his biggest threat.