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Her Fiance's Betrayal, Her Brother's Sword

Her Fiance's Betrayal, Her Brother's Sword

Jack Miller, my big brother and the powerful head of Miller Corp, was presenting university scholarships, a yearly family tradition. He made a simple comment to a young student, Sarah Vance, noting she shared my exact birthday – same day, month, year, even the hour. It was a throwaway line, but for Sarah, it became a spark, igniting a terrifying delusion. In my first life, that delusion grew into a monstrous lie: she convinced herself she was the true Miller heiress, inexplicably switched at birth. That monstrous lie led directly to my murder. I can still feel the damp chill of the abandoned warehouse, Sarah's eyes blazing with feverish triumph, the faces of the two hired thugs, Spike and Knuckles. But nothing cut deeper than seeing Ethan Hayes, my own fiancé, standing by, watching it all unfold. "She deserves it," Ethan had said, his voice devoid of emotion. "For everything she took from you, Sarah." The utter betrayal was a punch to the gut. Liam Hayes, Ethan' s gentle cousin, tried to intervene, but they easily overpowered him. Then, the dark, churning water of the river enveloped my head, Liam struggling beside me before falling still himself. How could this happen? How could I be killed for a fictional claim, abandoned by the man I loved? Darkness. Until now. I jolted awake, gasping, my eyes snapping open to the familiar, faded floral wallpaper. It was the same dusty smell, the exact same day. The day of the kidnapping. I was back. Reborn. My heart hammered, a frantic drum against my ribs. This second chance wouldn't be wasted. I wouldn't be their victim again. This time, I would fight back.
Beautiful Bliss

Beautiful Bliss

Life has a lot of things in store for us. We feel we are destined to be with someone or destined to be somewhere but later realise that it was just meant to be for some time. Avina Walker is the second daughter of the Walker family. Her father owns one of the biggest textile industries in Los Angeles. Despite having all the luxuries at her beck and call, she still felt lonely and sad. Her mother doesn't like her and her sister switches from being nice to being cold or cruel. She did all she could to be accepted but it feels like she was just meant to be an outcast. Her elder sister is engaged while Avina was not bothered and kept working hard. As the days turned into weeks and weeks into months and months into years, Avina's father worried about the single status of his daughter and didn't know what to do. Luck finally smiled at him when one of his friends and business partner also seem to have the same worry concerning his son. ************* Carter Blake Sanchez is a self-made billionaire and an heir to a conglomerate business, in Los Angeles. His name is known to both the old and young. His name is always on the front page of business magazines or fashion magazines. He has a few scandals on his name but his reputation and image have never been tarnished or tampered with. He mostly talks about business and how he got to achieve all he has. Questions about him getting married have always popped up during his interviews but he always ignores them. His handsomeness was enough to help him get any girl of his choice but he was single to stupor. His parents didn't want to die without seeing their grandchildren so they decided to play the role of matchmakers. When the two individuals who are to wed become informed of the arrangement, how did they react?? With the different ambitions and plans they both have, would they succumb and heed their parents' words??
The Price of Perfection

The Price of Perfection

It was my birthday, marking ten silent years I' d lived inside Marcus Thorne' s gilded mansion. I was his late wife' s eerie look-alike, tasked with raising his son, Leo, in a life of unimaginable luxury and suffocating expectation. Then, a seemingly innocent smoothie led to a violent miscarriage, a tiny, unformed hope extinguished. The boy I' d nurtured for a decade delivered the first cruel blow, his voice devoid of warmth: "You' ll never be her. Stop trying." Marcus, the industrial titan who' d bought my resemblance, casually dismissed my profound loss, already planning his next merger and another child. My own mother defended him, her hand stinging across my face as she called me ungrateful for daring to question this "chance" at security. Leo, the boy I' d raised and loved like my own, unleashed a torrent of venom, accusing me of wanting his mother dead, twisting my decade of devotion into a greedy plot for their fortune. Every sacrifice, every ounce of love I' d given, felt corrupted, leaving me utterly alone in an opulent prison built on lies and echoes. As Marcus, his eyes alight with menace, picked up a heavy letter opener, threatening to mar the face that had been both my fortune and my curse, a terrifying clarity hit me. I seized the blade from him and, with agonizing precision, dragged it across my own cheeks. The incandescent pain was a primal scream of liberation. Bleeding and irrevocably scarred, I bolted from that house, finally, truly free.