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The Wife He Forgot

The Wife He Forgot

My marriage had been a cold, empty room for five years. I was reeling from a devastating loss, sitting in the ER breakroom, when a familiar voice shattered what little peace I had left. "Mark, are you really going to die for her? For Emily Davis?" David Chase's voice, raw with anger, cut through the hospital air outside my husband' s room. His next words felt like a physical blow: "All these years, every overtime shift, every missed holiday, every time you let Sarah and Lily down... wasn't it all just so you could hear her voice on the dispatch? Just to hear Emily say, 'Engine 32, you're cleared to return to base'?" My world tilted. It wasn' t about his job, not his heroism. It was about Emily Davis, his ex-girlfriend. He had covered for her when her family went bankrupt, joining the fire academy to be near her, while I, Sarah, picked up the pieces, paying his debts, loving him for 16 years, waiting for a new beginning. Then, Lily, our daughter, died. The fever spiked viciously, taking her life in my arms within hours. Mark never knew. He never answered my desperate calls. He was always on duty, always chasing the next emergency-which now I knew was always about Emily. Why was I just a placeholder? Why was our daughter a casualty of his obsession? I didn't understand. I couldn't understand how everything I believed was a lie. How could I have been so blind? Something inside me, something that had been dying for five years, finally broke. I pulled out my phone, not to call a lawyer, but my old professor. "Dr. Reed," I said, my voice shockingly steady. "You once told me about a flight nurse program. Is it too late to apply?"
A Night On The Billionaire's Bed : mission find Daddy.

A Night On The Billionaire's Bed : mission find Daddy.

A Night on The Billionaire's Bed ... Mission find Daddy... Luna Aleesia How would you feel if your most trusted one's turned out to be the one's who caused you pain? How would you feel if the one you give your heart to decide to shatter it into pieces without mercy? Ophelia Everest is a witness to first hand betrayal, just when she thought she had, had everything she could call happiness, she had a strong blow to her face, her happily ever after turned out to be once upon a time. Betrayed by her one true love, deceived by a person she calls sister, manipulated by the one's she calls family. Ophelia wanted the world to come to an end. She ended up drinking herself to stupor and confusedly ended up on a strangers bed. "What bad event could happen more?" She thought. Her one night stand thing ended up to something that lasted forever. What could it be? Could it be bad? Or good? . . . " Be my one night stand" Ophelia blurted out. Ervin almost choked on his drink as he spit out surprisingly before asking " You look so skinny, Are you sure you would be able to keep up ? " a cold but cool voice asked the little girl that was curled up into a corner. " You look so fit, are you sure it's isn't just for decorations ?" Ophelia retorted. Betrayed by her boyfriend and sister, she wanted to get her revenge. Revenge by loosing her first night to someone. She wanted that and she got it. He stared at the girl who stood courageously, her arms folded and lips puffed with confidence, her brown silky hair rested seductively on her shoulders. Follow up on the ride of A NIGHT ON THE BILLIONAIRE'S BED.. Luna Aleesia.
THE RED JAGUAR

THE RED JAGUAR

"Ouch!" Yhera almost bumped her head in her Montero's steering wheel. She automatically stopped her car and glanced at her car's side view mirror. She saw a red jaguar car. She opened her car and walked near the red jaguar, with anger plastered in her face. The door at the driver's side slowly opened and an almost six feet tall man came out, with a smirk on his face. Atty. Yhera with hands on her hips, speaks with sparkle of irritation in her tone, "Mister didn't you see my big Montero in front of your one hell of a kind red jaguar?" Amazed with such question, the man's eyes have been fixed to Yhera's face. Like he was studyingher raised eyebrow, her heart shape face, nose bridge and small supple red lips; all without any traces of make-up except for a thin face powder. "What a sweet angel in her outbursts of anger," the man whispered, eyes now raking at her slender figure, covered with a white sleeveless lacy blouse and tight fitting maong jeans. His eyes travel in her perfectly shape arms, hips and toes in stiletto. Her fair, perfect skin with thin cat hairs, top it most. "Finished doing your physical survey, Mister?" Yhera with irritation asked the man. "Uhuh, yes! I am Seigfred by the way." He extended his right hand to Yhera with a confident smile. Yhera looked at Seigfred's extended hand then slowly fixed her eyes on the man's dark brown, a bit chinky and mysterious eyes, a well sculptured nose and lips, and a ruggedly, handsome face. Yhera's heart skips to beat. "Well, Ma'am did I pass your physical survey?" The tone of Seigfred seemed so amused. Wanted a love story with a little bit of mystery? Have a roller coaster ride then in "The Red Jaguar" until you finally relaxed in the end.
Dangerous feelings

Dangerous feelings

💖Dangerous feelings💖 💞Prologue💞 The very first day she came into the school, I got very much attracted to her. I loved everything about her and wanted it deeply for her to be my girlfriend but there was no way it could happen, it would be dangerous having her in my life. I kept turning her down even when she ask me out.. It pained me that I had to snub her, I had to stay away from her.. I couldn't accept her because I knew how dangerous it is.. I know my half brother Austin, he would make my life a hell and could probably kill me. My name is Steve.. I was born without anyone to call a father or mother, just grew up to find my self in the orphanage home.. Life was miserable as I did not seem to cope with living there.. I needed to go out to the world and become something, I want to go out of the orphanage home and live with a family, go to school and have a happy life, My want was accomplished but It wasn't really what I wanted that came.. I was adopted by a very rich and wealthy family... I would have been the happiest guy on earth if Austin wasn't in my life.. Austin is the only son of the parent who took me, he is bad and arrogant, always ordering me on what to do.. He subjected me to become like a servant to him.. I sees him as superior and had never crossed his path knowing fully well that he could change my life in a twinkle of an eye.... Everything went well as I got used to doing his bidding, but it all changed when Clara came.. The very day she started school and introduced her self, I fell so attracted to her.. Once in my entire life, someone stole my heart, I fell in love... I was ready to make her mine but it became dangerous when Austin also wants her in his life.. The attraction became dangerous....
I Made My Fiancé Lost It All

I Made My Fiancé Lost It All

I was just a third-grade teacher, my life with my musician fiancé, Ethan, humming along. Our wedding was three weeks away, a dream I' d poured my savings and heart into, supporting his band from day one. But then I saw him. At "Book Nook Brews," not at band rehearsal, but with Chloe, his young intern. He was laughing with her, a genuine laugh I hadn't heard directed at me in months, his hand intimately on hers. The world instantly tilted off its axis. The next morning, the city' s biggest music blog confirmed my worst fears, plastered with photos of them. Yet, Ethan called, not to apologize, but to dismiss it as a "PR stunt," calling Chloe his "temporary PR girlfriend." He even expected me to be excited the wedding would be "bigger news" after his "promotional trip." Later, when I confronted him, he shoved me, causing me to stumble onto broken glass, cutting my hand deeply. He abandoned me bleeding, rushing off to comfort Chloe for a self-inflicted scratch. How could the man I loved be so cold, so manipulative, so utterly, shamelessly devoid of concern for my pain? Why had I sacrificed so much for someone who valued public image over basic human decency? The sting of betrayal was a physical ache, but a cold, hard resolve began to settle in. His final, hollow "love you" felt like ash in my mouth. That' s when I picked up the phone. "Aunt Carol," I said, my voice steady now. "I need a favor. Can you change the groom\'s name on the wedding invitations? To David Miller." And just like that, my meticulous plan, and my new life, began.