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Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

Jilted By Nephew, Claimed By King

I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic. The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn. Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me. "I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret. He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path. Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse. I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking. What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K. Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.
My Gangster Boyfriend

My Gangster Boyfriend

First and foremost, he's a man who avoids physical contact because he doesn't want to catch any germs or bacteria. He's also a man who doesn't know the words 'Please,' 'Sorry,' and Oh, I forgot, he doesn't know the word 'respect' either. He's sensitive. Sensitive to food, the smell of those around him, and even the color of your skin – he'll meddle with it. That's how sensitive he is. He doesn't want to associate with those who don't meet his sensitivity standards. He's high-maintenance. And yes, he's even more high-maintenance than I am. He always knows what he wants and how to get it. He's a cunning, tricky bad boy. He knows how to play, and he's a skilled player. What does he play? This fool plays with feelings. Oh, I forgot, he's a heartbreaker. He's not someone who goes around pleasing others and ensuring their happiness. I'm telling you; he doesn't care about anyone's feelings. Also, he doesn't want to be taken advantage of or pushed around. He doesn't want anyone overshadowing him or not recognizing him. He's an attention seeker! He lets people think what they want. He never worries about someone's approval and does what he thinks feels right. He's a damn selfish, one-of-a-kind man. He cares only about himself. He believes he's better than anyone else, and no one in the world is above him. Yeah, he's got an excessive amount of confidence in himself! He has standards on who he'll talk to. He doesn't like those with missing teeth, metal in their teeth, or bleeding lips. I mean, those wearing lipstick. He's not nice! Definitely not. He's a cold person. He's a bad boy. He's mean and harsh. He's a cursing machine! He has a terrible temper and gets into a lot of fights! Oh, I forgot again – he's nothing but a gangster!
Alex & Ruby

Alex & Ruby

In a beautiful world of Manhattan's Society and cut-throat business, Alexander Thompson, the most influential CEO of Thompson Industries, meets Ruby Wilson, a very beautiful and shy secretary with an ugly past....... Who got hired by luck in spite of her late arrival at the scheduled interview, Ruby finds it challenging to keep up with Alex's demanding expectations. Yet, as Alex coached her, she became determined and passionate about the job. But their budding connection became threatened when Alex's controlling ex-girlfriend, Vicky Lee, found her way back into Alex's life under the pretence of reconciliation but secretly plotting revenge. Coincidentally, James Parker, a ruthless business competitor, conspired to take over Thompson Industries. As tension rise, Ruby exposed Vicky's schemes and tried to warn Alex to retrieve his steps only to be dismissed admits the confusion that set in. Her past as a stripper was used against her, shaking her confidence and also trying to jeopardize her growing relationship with Alex. Meanwhile, Alex faces the devastating consequences of James attempt to frame him up for fraud, putting the company at risk and thereby trying to damage his reputation. With courage and resilience, Ruby embarks on a daring mission to expose James and Vicky. Her bravery earns Alex's trust and admiration, leading him to reevaluate his feelings for her. Together, they confront their enemies, reclaim Thompson Industries and uncover a love that transcend class and adversity. Immediately they won the battle against their enemies, Alex and Ruby's bond become stronger, with Ruby taking over the leadership position of the company. Their journey from hardship to victory signals a promising future, blending romance, drama and corporate intrigue against the backdrop of New York City's highstake world.
The Billionaire's Betrothed

The Billionaire's Betrothed

Alexandra Stewart wasn't one to ask for help. She had always prided herself on being self-sufficient, even if that meant sacrificing a little sleep and comfort. But this was different. Her father's health was deteriorating quickly, and the cost of his surgery was beyond what she could afford. She had exhausted every option-loans, selling her belongings, working double shifts at the local café-but nothing seemed to be enough. Desperation had set in, and she found herself willing to do anything, even if it meant swallowing her pride. Then, Jayden McCartney entered her life. The moment he walked into the café where she worked, it felt like the entire room paused. He was tall, with sharp features, dark hair that looked like it had been styled by some high-end salon, and an air of confidence that practically radiated off of him. Alexandra's first instinct was to run. The man was too good-looking, too wealthy, too out of her league. There was no way he'd ever want to associate with someone like her. But then, he approached her, his presence overwhelming, and made her an offer she never saw coming. "I need a girlfriend," he said, his voice low and steady, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. "And I think you're the perfect candidate." Alexandra blinked, taken aback. "Excuse me?" "I'm going to a wedding. My sister's wedding. And my grandmother keeps trying to set me up with women I don't want. I need someone to pretend to be my girlfriend for a few days, and I'm willing to pay you for your time." The proposal was too enticing to ignore. Her father's surgery was slipping further out of reach with every passing day, but this? This could be the solution she desperately needed. She had never considered pretending to be someone's girlfriend for money, but for her dad... she would do anything. But the more she thought about it, the more complicated things became. The way Jayden looked at her made her heart tremble in her chest, and every time he touched her, she could feel a spark that terrified her. She wasn't supposed to fall for him. She couldn't afford to. But Jayden seemed determined to make her his, and the longer she spent with him, the more impossible it became to ignore the connection growing between them. And maybe... just maybe... she didn't want to.
Betrayed Bride, Reborn Architect

Betrayed Bride, Reborn Architect

My masterpiece, "Greenhaven," was about to change the world. Five years of my life, my soul, poured into sustainable architecture, culminating tonight in a grand unveiling. I scanned the ballroom for David, my fiancé, my partner in work and life. We were a team, meant to marry after this launch. But he was distant, cloaked in late-night meetings, telling me to trust him. Then I saw him on stage, not with me, but with Victoria Hayes, my ruthless rival, her arm possessively around his waist. The CEO announced "Elysian Fields," a project backed by David Thompson and Victoria Hayes. My designs flashed on screen, every detail mine, but my name was nowhere. The applause was thunderous. David leaned into the microphone, his smile sickeningly bright. "Victoria has not only been my partner in business but has become the partner of my heart. We're engaged." Cameras flashed, capturing their faces, the thieves who stole my life's work and my future. My phone vibrated: a text from my boss. "Don't come to the office tomorrow. You're done. We can't be associated with this kind of scandal." Blacklisted, ruined. In one moment, I lost my project, my fiancé, my career. My world, built around David, crumbled. I stumbled out into the night, nowhere to go. My apartment was our apartment; my friends our friends. I had one last, desperate hope: my estranged uncle Robert. He was a disgraced civil engineer, a recluse I hadn't spoken to in a decade. "Sarah?" he answered, his voice raspy. "Uncle Robert," I choked, "I need help. I have nowhere else to go." A long pause, then: "I have a car coming for you. It will be there in twenty minutes. It will bring you to me." He hung up. Sliding down the cold brick wall, I understood. I was leaving my old life behind, a lie. I was running toward a future I couldn't imagine, a future that began with a man I barely knew. My only family left. But the betrayal didn't stop there. Weeks later, David arrived at my uncle's, demanding I sign away my design rights, threatening to sue me for breach of partnership. Victoria emerged, displaying expertly faked emails framing me for industrial espionage. "Sign the papers, Sarah," Victoria hissed. "Or this gets leaked to every news outlet and the district attorney. Industrial espionage carries a hefty prison sentence." Just when I thought I was utterly trapped, two large men grabbed me. "Take her. We'll hold her somewhere she can have time to reconsider her position." I was thrown into a car, plunged into darkness. They weren't just destroying my career; they were taking my freedom. The cold isolation in their private facility was designed to break me, but it only fueled my rage. Victoria appeared, demanding I sign a confession, cementing their false narrative. "No," I defied. The guard tasered me. But the real breaking point came when Victoria, with chilling calm, slammed a heavy book onto my hand, twisting my fingers at unnatural angles. "Architects are nothing without their hands," she sneered. My scream echoed the agony and a new, burning hatred. They were celebrating their wedding in my designed atrium in two days, while I was imprisoned, crippled. They aimed to destroy me, but they had only forged me into something stronger. This was no longer about a career or a broken heart. This was about justice. This was war.