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Married to My Protector: The Patriarch's Love

Married to My Protector: The Patriarch's Love

My office monitor, usually a serene portal to the grand Vance estate gates, offered a peaceful view of my perfectly ordered life. As Mrs. Vance, managing this dynasty was my daily routine, a far cry from my past as a script supervisor. Today, the screen showed him: Ethan Vance Jr., the man who shattered my world three years ago. Three years since he' d abandoned me at our Malibu wedding, turning my fairytale into tabloid fodder. He looked almost the same, carelessly handsome, but beside him stood Chloe Monroe, her hand possessively resting on a visibly pregnant stomach. My intercom buzzed with the news: "Mrs. Vance, Mr. Ethan Vance Jr. is at the gate, demanding entry." He strode in, still full of that entitled swagger, proclaiming his pregnant girlfriend would bear the true Vance heir. Then, with breathtaking audacity, he smirked and demanded I "make him some coffee," as if I were a mere servant to be dismissed and ordered. He truly believed he could waltz back in and claim what he considered "his," including a subservient me, as if no time had passed. The sheer insolence of his return, his assumption that I was still the heartbroken girl he' d scorned, was almost comedic. My heart, however, thudded with a cold, hard resolve, not the pain of old wounds. He stood there, completely oblivious, ready to strip me of everything he thought I had. But he had absolutely no idea about the incredible, unexpected life I had built since he walked away. Just as his arrogant pronouncements threatened to consume the opulent living room, the immediate future of the Vance legacy ran towards me. Small feet pitter-pattered from the hallway, followed by a cheerful shout: "Mommy! Mommy, can we go to the park?" A two-year-old boy, with a shock of dark hair and the unmistakable Vance family blue eyes, ran straight into my waiting arms. "This," I calmly stated, looking directly into Ethan Jr.'s now horrified face, "is your half-brother, Leo Vance."
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.
The Betrayal That Broke Us

The Betrayal That Broke Us

My life with Julian was a decade-long fairytale, a testament to building an empire from nothing. He was the charismatic face, I was the quiet strategist; together, we were Thorne Industries, a force to be reckoned with. Then, a call from a school nurse shattered it all. "Is this Mrs. Thorne?" she asked, her voice rushed. I corrected her, a polite smile on my face. "It's Ms. Vance, actually. Is everything okay with Ethan?" "Ethan? No, ma'am. This is about your son, Leo Thorne." Leo Thorne. A name I didn't recognize, a son I didn't have. My world tilted. The nurse was calling for Julian's legal wife, Chloe-a woman I knew as his executive assistant, a woman whose eyes always lingered on him a little too long. Chloe, his wife, and mother to his son, Leo. The word "wife" echoed in my silent office, a brutal, horrifying truth. Every late night he supposedly worked, every solo business trip, twisted into a grotesque betrayal. Before I could even process this seismic shift, a sharp cramp seized me, followed by another. Blood. Our baby. Julian's betrayal was killing our child. When I woke up, the baby was gone. Julian, playing the grieving husband, told me it was my fault, "the stress." He acted the part, even as he tried to frame my miscarriage for his mistress and their son, a son he' d had for years, a whole life hidden from me. Then, Liam Sterling, my competitor and old college friend, sent an envelope. Inside were photos: Julian, Chloe, and two children, Leo and a girl I didn't know, a picture of a perfect family. And a text from Chloe: "Heard about the baby. Too bad. Some wombs just aren't meant to hold on." My fury, cold and clear, solidified into a single, diamond-hard resolve. They would pay. Julian, the monster, and Chloe, who had just admitted something far worse: she was the drunk driver who killed my mother four years ago, and Julian had covered it up. He thought I was weak. He thought I wouldn't fight. He was wrong. My voice recorder, hidden beneath my pillow, captured his monstrous plan: "Once Elara's baby is born, we'll tell her it died. Then we'll register the baby as ours." He was going to steal my child. The rage was a firestorm. I called Liam Sterling. "I want to destroy Julian Thorne. I want him to lose everything. And I want her in jail for the rest of her life." The game was on.
Bound By The Ruthless Tycoon's Contract

Bound By The Ruthless Tycoon's Contract

For three years, Blair Guzman poured her resources into turning a broke waiter into an Oscar-winning actor, letting the world believe they were a couple just to keep him under her control. But the night he won his Oscar, he publicly betrayed her by kissing Kiana—Blair’s estranged, rival sister. Kiana and her mother brought the scandal right to the Glover family dinner table, trying to humiliate Blair. "You're just mad because he dumped you for me," Kiana sneered in front of the entire family. Instead of crying, Blair ruthlessly dismantled them, exposing how their cheap tabloid stunt tanked the family's corporate value. Impressed by her cold logic, the family matriarch handed Blair the ultimate voting power, but it was a trap. The matriarch immediately used Blair's elevated status to force her into an arranged marriage with a notorious, debt-ridden playboy just to secure a European shipping lane. To her family, she was never a daughter—she was just a premium asset to be traded to the highest bidder. What her greedy family didn't know was that Blair had already made a terrifying deal. She was secretly married to the ruthless billionaire Butler McIntyre—a man who demanded absolute possession of her body and soul. Now, her family's arranged parasite and her secret devil of a husband were on a collision course, and the wreckage was going to be spectacular.
The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage

The Genius Bride's Secret Contract Marriage

For twenty years, I obeyed my adoptive family, enduring my stepsister's mockery and my parents' cold neglect. But at a lavish hotel party, my stepsister forced a glass of spiked champagne into my hands. As my vision blurred and a strange, creeping heat consumed my body, my adoptive mother looked at me with ice-cold eyes. "We raised you for twenty years. It's time you paid us back." They had sold me to a sweaty, middle-aged businessman to save their failing company. I watched the man approach with a triumphant smirk, his oily hand reaching out to claim me. A wave of sheer nausea and profound betrayal hit me. I couldn't believe the people I called family were treating me like livestock to be traded. Using my last ounce of strength, I shoved him away and fled down the maze-like hallway. Terrified, dizzy, and desperate to hide from my pursuers, I stumbled into a random unlocked suite. I crashed into a tall stranger with sharp gray eyes before the world went completely black. When I woke up, I was in a presidential suite, wearing a man's oversized silk shirt. Sitting across from me was Damian Blackwood, the ruthless billionaire CEO and uncrowned king of Wall Street. I thought he would hand me a check to buy my silence or throw me back to my abusers. Instead, he looked at me calmly and offered me a deal. "Marry me, and the Foster family will never dare to touch you again." I looked at the marriage contract, took a deep breath, and chose to survive.
I dated a vampire

I dated a vampire

'Penelope Connal' is a teenager of 18 years old who has her entire life planned out by her overprotective father, who wants her to graduate from high school with honors and go on to become the medical doctor that he dreams of her becoming. As she began an affair with Ethan, whose identity is still unknown, she began to see her true self departing from her body and mind. Ethan Herdsman tries everything he can to fight the demons he has in his possession, but what happens when his control begins to crumble when he begins an affair with Penelope? He had to do everything in his power to keep his demons at bay and keep his true identity hidden from the world. Penelope was well aware that she was living in a world of mysteries; her parents and everyone else, except her best friend Nors, were keeping a secret from her. After a series of tragic events occurred in Cambridge Town, her parents were forced to transport her to her grandparents' home in the woods. It wasn't until she came across the book that she realized she had been dealt a bad hand. It's a book. That would open her eyes and allow her to comprehend the mystery surrounding her birth. Her very existence is a mystery. Demons and vampires are real and exist. She needed to learn about and comprehend the mysteries. What she discovered could have a profound effect on her life. Her very existence. Ethan. But what would she do if she discovered that she was dating a vampire who was in desperate need of her blood...? She was taken into the possession of the vampire. MATE, as well as a sex machine Would he still use her blood if he didn't have to? Would his clan accept the fact that she was a human who was about to tie the knot with one of their Lycans?
Seeds of Fury: The Discarded Wife's Rise

Seeds of Fury: The Discarded Wife's Rise

It was supposed to be my ten-year anniversary, a glittering party celebrating a decade I’d devoted to building Ethan’s empire. As I stood under the opulent chandeliers, Chloe, his sister, beamed, raising a toast "to new beginnings"—then pressed divorce papers into my hand. The celebratory evening shattered, turning into a public nightmare. While Ethan schmoozed with his Ivy League "ideal," Victoria Vance, I suffered a violent miscarriage right there on the polished ballroom floor. His family hissed, stepping back as if I carried a plague, and Ethan’s only concern was for the “scene.” Later, I found my meager belongings shredded, my grandmother’s cherished letter torn, and “GET OUT” scrawled in my own lipstick on the bathroom mirror. How can a man, who knelt at my grandmother’s grave swearing eternal vows and built his fortune on her ancient wisdom, accuse me of being ungrateful? For ten years, I was the mud from his bayou origins he desperately tried to scrub away, yet the foundation of everything he built. Now he wanted to erase me completely? But when his sleek new fiancée arrived with bulldozers, threatening to desecrate my ancestors' precious burial ground, the meek "swamp girl" Elara they thought they'd broken finally snapped. Clutching my grandmother's secret, powerful seeds, I vowed to reclaim my power, one fiery breath at a time. They wanted a show? I was just getting started.