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Betrayal's Wake: A Wife Scorned

Betrayal's Wake: A Wife Scorned

The clear blue water shimmered, and beneath me, my seven-year-old daughter, Lily, swam like a tiny mermaid. It was in these quiet underwater moments that I, Ava, felt closest to her, the wall between us finally seeming to dissolve. Then, her small fingers, meant to grasp my hand, wrapped around the hose of my regulator. She pulled. The mouthpiece was ripped from my mouth. My vision blurred as I choked, a terrifying gush of bubbles replacing my smile, my lungs screaming for air. What struck me most, though, wasn't the panic, but the cold, deliberate focus in her eyes as she swam away, leaving me to drown. Back on the boat, shivering and gasping, I watched my husband, Jake, arrive. He didn't come to me, still wrapped in a scratchy towel and dripping saltwater. He went straight to Lily, holding her tight, asking, "Are you okay, princess? Did she scare you?" His eyes, chips of ice, finally landed on me. "What did you do?" he demanded, his voice low and menacing. Lily, buried in his shoulder, sobbed, "No, I didn't! Mommy got angry and took her own mask off! She scared me!" My head snapped up. The lie was so quick, so easy, so utterly believable to him. His shadow fell over me, and he hissed, "You can't even take care of our daughter for one afternoon without some kind of drama. Are you that desperate for attention?" He didn't believe me, not for a second. He just sneered, "She's seven, Ava. What possible reason would she have to do something like that?" The cold of the deep water was nothing compared to the chill settling in my bones. I was utterly alone. That night, Jake revealed the bitter truth: I was never Lily' s mother, just a "vessel" for Olivia' s child. The marriage, the contract, the baby-it was all a calculated trap. "You have no idea what you've done, do you?" he snarled, grabbing my chin, "You've upset Lily. Badly." Then came Lily's seventh birthday party, where she subtly cut my dress strap, exposing my C-section scar to everyone. As I stood humiliated, she beamed, "Ew, look! Look at her ugly scar! It's so gross! I'm going to be sick!" The realization hit me: this wasn't a childish prank. It was calculated. My heart, already shattered, felt like it was being ground into dust. All I had endured crystallized. I picked up the small scissors she'd used. "You wanted to cut something, Lily?" I asked, my voice terrifyingly calm. Before anyone could react, I plunged them into the magnificent birthday cake, stabbing again and again, destroying the perfect castle. "There," I said, dropping the scissors. "Happy birthday." I walked out of the ballroom, leaving the stunned silence, the screaming child, and the ruins of a life I was finally ready to abandon. My phone rang; it was Olivia' s mother. "You can't leave! Think of your duty!" she shrieked. "That poor child just deliberately humiliated me," I replied, then Lily's voice came on, "I hate you! I wish you would die like my real mommy did!" Suddenly, it all clicked: they had used me. I was a placeholder, a prop. A bitter laugh escaped me. "You can have the ring. You can have the house. You can have the clothes. You can have the whole damn life. I don't want it." I pulled the SIM card from my phone, letting it fall into the bushes. As I reached the front door with my single small suitcase, Jake blocked my path. "I've already figured it out," he announced, "We'll send Lily to Switzerland. Then you can come back, and we can go back to normal." I looked at him, at Sarah clutching his arm, at Lily cheering, "Is Sarah going to be my new mommy now? You have to leave with nothing. That's what happens to bad people." They wanted to strip me of everything. And in that moment, it was exactly what I needed. "Okay," I said, a real smile on my face. I let go of my suitcase, leaving it on the marble floor. "Okay, Lily. I'll leave with nothing." I turned my back on them all and walked toward the open door, a wave of intoxicating freedom washing over me. Just then, a piercing scream from inside shattered the quiet. Lily. A decorative candle had fallen on a velvet curtain; flames were already licking their way up, and Lily stood frozen in terror. My body moved before my brain could process-she was a child, in danger. I ran back inside. I grabbed Lily, turning my back to shield her, just as a burning curtain rod crashed down on me. The pain was searing, but I held her tight, pushing her into Jake' s arms. "Get her out!" I choked, tasting blood. He grabbed Lily, his face pale, but then he looked at me, covered in soot, my hair singed. "Ava! What did you do now?" he roared. That was it. The last piece of my old life turned to ash. I had just saved his daughter, and he was screaming at me. An incredible lightness filled my chest. I felt profound pity for them, trapped in their beautiful, burning prison. "Seven years," I whispered, "It was only seven years. I can afford to lose that." I turned away from the sirens, from his accusing face, and started walking down the long, winding driveway. No shoes, torn clothes, my back screaming, gravel digging into my bare feet. But I didn't care. The pain was real, it was mine, and I felt alive. I walked on, into the darkness, not looking back.
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle

The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle

"How I talk to my employees is not and shouldn't be your business." He started taking slow steps towards me while I kept moving back till my back touched the wall. There's no escape anymore. He pressed his palms on the wall, caging me in. I inhaled his intoxicating scent not wanting to meet his eyes. He slowly leaned in as I could feel his musky breath in my ear. "You defy me so much that I want to hurt you." With that he disappeared. The only evidence that showed he was here was just the sound of the closing 'Love? A mere word or feeling that makes us do weird and dumb things. I didn't want to love him. I didn't want to want him. I didn't want anything to do with him but the heart wants what it wants. He was my worst nightmare and at the same time my solace. He was my enemy and at the same time my friend. I hated him the most but at the same time I loved him the most!' ______________ Ivory Addams, a young waitress, is thrust into a dangerous world when she's kidnapped by a Mafia king who believes she holds the key to saving his son's life. As she navigates her new reality, she's faced with an impossible choice - marry a Mafia Prince or risk losing everything she holds dear. As she uncovers dark secrets and fights for her independence, she becomes entangled in a deadly game of power, love, and survival. Can she navigate this treacherous world and protect herself from becoming a pawn in their dangerous games?
That Summer I met HIm

That Summer I met HIm

The leaves fell down around us. The summer sun's heat pierces my skin but I couldn't care less. The sunlight bathed everything with that fairytale glow. The sweet breeze blew. The kids walking hand in hand as they ate their ice cream sort of brought me back into the past. Today was like the day I met him: Me, riding a bicycle and him, walking down the pavement. I grab the handle of the bicycle and watch him as he make his way towards me. I do not know why I feel nervous. A trickle of sweat drip on the side of my face, my heart beat fast and I could hardly breathe. He was meters away, until it grow shorter to a foot and then bam, he bumped into me and we fall down, him on top of me. This felt like a deja vù, like it was our very first encounter. We scurried to get up but ended up bumping our heads together. I glared at him as he got up, He didn't even offer me a hand. He didn't even give me a second glance. He just passed by me. Not noticing me. Not even looking at me. I let go of the bicycle and turn to face him. I remove the helmet that I was wearing and grip it tightly before screaming, "YAH! My hands curled into a fist and before I know it, the helmet I was holding was already flying towards him.I raise my hand as if to save him but it collided on his head right before I could even react. It sounded a hollow thump and a pronounced groan. His hands made his way to the back of his head as he turn and face me. With those eyes that seem like it was murdering me, he chase me off and I hastily took my bicycle and ran. I couldn't help but feel happy instead of guilty as he ran after me. This was like before. This was like that summer, that summer I met him.
BOUND BY OATH

BOUND BY OATH

Jessica Thomas meets Nate Evans for the first time on their wedding day, a moment she never imagined would be so surreal. Her initial impression of him is a mix of fascination and wariness; he is undeniably cunny, self-absorbed, and shrouded in an aura of mystery. His billionaire status only adds to his intimidating allure. Jessica's reasons for going through with the wedding are far from romantic; she desperately needs the money to pay for her mother's mounting medical bills. Despite her predicament, Jessica resolves to keep her heart guarded. She swears she will not fall in love with this man she barely knows, nor will she allow herself to get caught up in the shadows of his mysterious past. But as they navigate the complexities of their arranged marriage, Jessica begins to see glimpses of a different side of Nate—a side that challenges her initial perceptions and stirs unexpected emotions within her. As secrets from Nate's past slowly unravel, Jessica finds herself drawn deeper into his world, facing dangers and dilemmas she never anticipated. Her resolve to remain detached wavers as she uncovers the vulnerabilities hidden beneath Nate's confident exterior. Their bond grows stronger, and Jessica must confront her own fears and desires, ultimately discovering that love and fate have plans far beyond her control. In a story of unexpected love and uncharted paths, Jessica and Nate's journey unfolds with twists and turns that test their limits and redefine their destinies.