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Searching for my wife

Searching for my wife

SEARCHING FOR MY WIFE Outline " Searching for my wife" is a story centered America. Byran, a billionaire is a handsome man. His company all littered in the streets of America. He has that peaceful life with his beautiful wife, May. There was no freaking soul in the whole of America that doesn't know him. Tragedy strucked in his home when he saw an edited video of her wife cheating. He felt broken that he had to throw May out despise her plea of innocence. Since he threw her out, he never had peace of mind. He couldn't bring himself to believe that his wife had an affair with someone else.He loves her so much that each passing day break his heart for the scenes never eluded out of his brain. May came from a very poor background. She had no one to run to but her poor parents . She cried bitterly. She wished she never fell In love with him. She wished she never went to find a work in his company that fateful. Just two months she left his house,he found out that it was all fake. He cried bitterly. He felt lonely and ashamed of not finding the truth rather allowing jealousy to overwhelme him. He searched for his wife for five freaking years but no hope. After five years, the agents later found out where she was. He felt heartbroken that Broody, his friend who was also a rich Dude helped him. He didn't waste a more time other than trying to see her. The day she saw him,hell was let loose. It was intense that May had to run far away but he didn't blink a second to allow her run away from his sight . She dejected him so much that Byran had to avoid her but that doesn't mean he was allowing her go out of his sight again.The most that made him more horrible was that he didn't know she was pregnant when she went out his house. He felt guilty each passing day. He couldn't even help her with the pregnancy. He couldn't carry his child. May cried bitterly. She couldn't believe that ,that monster came back. The memory of how she was thrown out came back immediately as she sat down in her house . It was as as if the whole world was turning around her. Byran thought of what would make May draw closer to him. He took that decision of making their son leaving with him. May had no option other than to follow him. He was more powerful anyway. She had to follow him cos of her son. It was not easy for Byran in the house cos his wife kept a distance, despite the fact that they were in the same house. He continued trying his best to bring back his wife to be in talking terms with him. The son couldn't understand what was going on but it seemed the poor kid was actually doing a good work by bringing the two together. His childhood friend, Byran was of great help. He really did what a friend could do to his friend. Broody's parents were friends with Byran's parents. They were rich. He refused having a girlfriend after the first broke his heart. But seeing that his friend fooled a big time,he wouldn't support him. He scolded him but helped in regaining his friend's sanity. All was a tug of war. All was not easy. All was damn crazy. But at the end, Byran regained his wife. I remembered the quote he said that fateful morning ...... " Kitten". His voice echoed hoarsely, piercing his eyes so deep into her.Giving May that goose pimple. That was the name he fondly calls her. " Am really sorry. I regreted the day I told you to leave our house. I call it our house cos till that day up till now,I have been in a deep mess. I couldn't sleep alone". " You couldn't sleep alone,right? You brought women, having an affair with them in the house while I was away"? She said interrupting him. Byran had that word and shrinked. He didn't blame her cos he thought low of him. He stayed for a while before sitting on the bed. " So you thought low of me?" He asked quietly. His bone crippled cos of that statement . " I told you to leave our house ,means I had to be sleeping around,kitten?.His baritone voice sent down pulse into her. " May". He called. That had been the way he calls whenever he was embittered in the soul. " What do you take me for?. A womanizer. Well, sorry. To disappoint you. Your spirit never allowed me have an affair for six years now". He growled. What ,was he kinda kidding her or what? She felt like a small lump got out of her. She stood looking at him. Byran bend downwards not uttering any word . She felt sorry for him for the first time all the while this was going on. He stood up and walked close to her. He held her hand and looked intensely at her. " Kitten,I know I messed up out of jealousy. Angel, it was when u left that I knew I can't cope. I love you. I won't try that horrible mistake anymore. Please give us another chance?" He said crackingly. She stood,those words brought hot tears as it strolled down her chicks. " Hei,I promise never to hurt you again". He said rushing immediately to wipe away tears . They leaved happy ever after.
Contaminated Love, A Wife's Escape

Contaminated Love, A Wife's Escape

For five years, I chased my husband Liam' s love, a tech mogul I deeply adored. Then, after three incredible nights where I finally felt like his wife, I stumbled upon a chat on his computer. It was with my sister, Chloe, and it revealed a horrifying truth: those intimate moments were a cruel setup. Liam recorded them, sent them to Chloe, and messaged, "This way she' ll finally leave me alone. Don' t worry, Chloe, I' d rather die than touch her. You' re the only one I love." My world shattered. An audio file played Chloe' s sweet voice, "Oh, Liam, I' m so touched! You found so many people to mess with her just to protect my reputation?" So many people? Liam' s reply sickened me: "She' s so loose, it' s a blessing anyone would touch her. Besides, I have all the compromising photos and videos, so she can' t blame anyone even if she knows." The man who held me for three days wasn' t Liam. He sent strangers. I fled, my body screaming contamination, only to have Chloe, wearing Liam' s shirt, block my entry back home. "Liam was just adding my face to the system, and I think I accidentally deleted yours. My bad," she smirked. Liam emerged, his voice flat, "Chloe needs this room. It' s closer to me." He ordered me to a distant guest room, then handed me a pill. "Take this. I' m not ready for kids yet." It hit me: he worried I' d get pregnant with a stranger's child-a child he' d arranged. Later, listening to their laughter from the master bedroom, rage simmered. Then Chloe, wearing Liam' s sacred bracelet, whispered close, "Every month, he spends a week with me at a secluded resort. That' s our special time… He even says he feels sick when he sees you at home." Before I could react, she scratched my arm, drawing blood. "Ava, you bitch, stop pretending! I hate your pitiful act! I want to take everything from you!" She shoved me, a vase shattered, leaving a gaping wound on my arm. Liam rushed down, sweeping Chloe into his arms. "Chloe, does it hurt? I' ll take you to the hospital." He saw her nails' marks but blamed me. "Ava, you' re still so manipulative! You' ve always framed Chloe!" he roared. "Go to the basement tonight. Don' t come out until you' ve copied a hundred books!" He stepped over my prostrate body, crushing my arm. Bleeding, broken, I crawled to the ER. "No anesthesia," I told the doctor. "I want to remember this. I want to remember the pain." I needed every stitch to burn away my foolish love. I signed the divorce papers. Back in the mansion, trapped in the basement, I heard fireworks. Liam was celebrating Chloe' s "recovery." Five days later, Chloe feigned reconciliation, offering me tea. Liam forced my mouth open and poured the scalding liquid down my throat. My flesh screamed. I woke in a hospital, my throat ruined, my face Liam' s only concern. "Don' t worry," he told me, "Your face won' t scar." My face. Not my voice. Not the agony. I croaked, "Let me go." He hung up, leaving me to call my lawyer: Deliver the papers. Relief washed over Liam when I handed him two documents. He quickly signed, thinking I wanted property, not realizing the divorce agreement lay beneath. My phone rang moments after he left for Chloe. A headline screamed, "Socialite Scandal: Architect Ava Miller' s Wild Lifestyle Exposed, Intimate Photos Leaked." My private photos. My voice raw, I called 911. The IP address traced to Chloe. Liam' s call came, "Ava, are you crazy? Chloe was just messing around, it didn' t even hurt you. Do you have to be so petty?" He still thought I didn' t know the truth. He warned, "I' ve already had the case dropped. No one in this city will take your case now." My mother called, screaming, "You' ve disgraced our entire family! If you don' t apologize to her immediately, you are no longer our daughter!" "I won' t be your daughter anymore," I replied, then hung up. At the airport, Liam messaged: "I' ll give you a child." I sent him the signed divorce agreement. "Liam, I won' t bother you anymore. I' ll make way for you two." I boarded the plane, leaving him, my family, and my shattered past behind.
The billionaire Captive bride

The billionaire Captive bride

You will marry me! You will be my contract wife! He declared his voice cold and threatening. Ophelia looked at him without averting her gaze. He wasn't demanding that she marry him; he was commanding her to. "Marry you!" Is that a request or a command? She asserted bravely, not minding whatever was coming her way. She expected Something worse to follow, but she was Startled by his reaction instead. He walked closer to her and slowly raised her chin up with the tip of his finger. "Ha..ha..ha, I like smart girls," He enunciates with a devilish smile. It's a command and you must abide by it. He paused and moved his Lips Closer to her ear. Ophelia quickly closed her eyes bracing herself for the impact. Or else........... He whispered slowly. Then everything paused. She couldn't feel his breath on her skin again and she quickly opened her eyes only to find out She was the only person in the room. It's like he disappeared into thin air. She heaved a sigh of relief as some unshed tears settled on her face. She just found a wallet on the road hoping it will change her life for better not knowing it's actually for the worse. "She is trapped!" She is Captivated!" And now she is going to be a Captivated Contract bride she can't deny neither can she accept. One choice, one contract, one dangerous game. Will Ophelia fight for her life, or fight for his love? Or will she lose herself in a world of luxury, lies, and power where freedom comes witha price? Dare to flip the page....because this is only the beginning.
HIS

HIS

"The way you behave...behave around me, with me it's highly inappropriate. I don't want you think I'll be your little assistant that you fuck on top of your desk or in the break room, if that's your intention I think it's best if you fire me or atleast send me back to work for Mr Caine," I told him after a couple seconds of silence I turned to face him to be greeted with a hard look on his face. "Amelia....I'm sorry if you thought that was my intention, I can see where you would get that idea.. and I apologize for my lack of communication, in what I want," "So what do you want?" I asked my voice sounding strange I cleared my throat, he reached forward taking my ice-cream placing it on the bench his hand moving to my chin making sure I held eye contact. "You..I want you Amelia," he answered his voice soft but held a level of firmness. I sat there looking at him, his eyes filled with emotions and unspoken words that had me melting under his gaze. "What do you mean y-" "Please don't make me repeat myself, I find it quite annoying," he replied his other hand moving from my knee to thigh the grip firm. "Well you're my boss telling me that you...want me, I think I'm going to need some clarification Xavier," I said frustrated and he swallowed hard, his Adams apple moving and I wish I could know what he was thinking. Before another thought can pass through my mind, his lips are on mine Shakespeare The course of true love never did run smooth