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Her Son, His Secret

Her Son, His Secret

For five years, I clung to the memory of Liam, my husband, lost to a mysterious accident. Then he reappeared, a month ago, but he was a stranger, stripped of his memories of me, and worse, he brought her-Chloe, the sweet, innocent woman he' d met while he was gone. Now, Chloe, pregnant with Liam' s child, slid a half-million-dollar check across my own mahogany table, a cruel offer to buy me out of my marriage. Liam, when he walked in, only cemented my nightmare, his face softening for her and hardening in cold impatience for me, accusing me of bothering her in my own home. He even suggested I help Chloe plan their wedding, believing her lies about his lost child that once was ours. Cold rage replaced my heartbreak; if he wanted a wedding planner, I' d be the best-and then disappear, completely. But Chloe' s cruelty didn' t stop. She orchestrated my kidnapping, gloating that Liam' s amnesia was her doing, a drug she' d used for years to erase me. When Liam found me, battered and bruised, he accused me of faking it all to frame Chloe. My world shattered, but amidst the wreckage, an email arrived: my permanent residency in New Zealand was approved. I signed the divorce papers, ready to leave, just as my brother texted: Liam had another accident, hit his head, and remembered everything. Without hesitation, I broke my phone' s SIM card and tossed it, choosing to leave the pieces of my past behind. Two years later, Liam, haunted and remorseful, found me in New Zealand, wanting to apologize and fix what was broken, desperate to know about the son clinging to my leg-Leo. "No, Liam. He is not yours. He is mine." I told him, crushing his impossible hope. I explained that the love I had for him, and our future, had simply transferred to Leo, the family we were supposed to have. At Leo' s first birthday, a deranged Chloe attacked me with a knife, Liam, true to his word (and perhaps seeking redemption), threw himself in front of me, and took the fatal blow, paying his debt. I felt nothing but a transaction completed; his life for my stolen five years. Later, a tall, impeccably dressed stranger arrived, his face uncannily like Leo' s. "My name is Julian Davenport," he said, his gaze fixed on my son. "I believe you have my son. The clinic made a rather significant error with my donation. It seems they gave you the premier sample by mistake. So, I've come to collect him."
The Rejected Wife

The Rejected Wife

Elizabeth, a dreamy young woman mistreated by her father. She is the only girl in the Wolf family and should be protected by her father, but he doesn't have any affection for his daughter. Her fate is determined after the death of her mother; her father intends to sell her as revenge against his deceased wife. However, there is someone who cares for her. Her protector will arrange for someone in his own family to take care of her. Elizabeth strikes a deal with Jonathan Larson, the nephew of the Chief of the United States. Her uncle would never leave the daughter of his beloved deceased in the hands of someone bad, but unknowingly, that is exactly what he does. Elizabeth is sweet and intelligent, even though she is deprived of education, she receives help from her brother to acquire knowledge. But nothing she has learned from books prepares her for what is to come. She will have to prove that she is deserving of this marriage and of Jonathan's heart. She will fight against her father's lies to live this love. Jonathan will marry a woman he despises, and the lies told by his father-in-law will make him hate the woman who will be his wife. However, nothing stays hidden forever, and he will discover that Elizabeth possesses more virtues than he expected to find. It will be his turn to fight for their love. A romance inspired by the tale of Beauty and the Beast with a mafia backdrop, filled with action and breathtaking hot scenes. A story crafted to make the reader sigh, with the premise that forgiveness is the path to happiness.
Billionaire's First Love

Billionaire's First Love

Katy and Alan were a pretty popular couple in their high school. Katy is beautiful and gentle. Alan studied very well. However, love is opposed by Alan's mother. Because Alan has a fiancée. Donna is the daughter of Alan's business partner. Alan's mother tries to stop Alan and Katy's love. Alan's mother put on a show, luring Katy to come. She gave her medicine and lay in bed with the two men. Alan sees and misunderstands her. Then Alan's mother transferred Katy a large amount of money and told Alan that Katy negotiated the money for her to leave him. Katy went to Alan to explain and saw Alan kissing Donna at the birthday party. She is heartbroken and breaks up with Alan. Katy doesn't know, this is just a fun game at the birthday party of Alan and friends. After the two broke up, a big event happened to Katy. Katy goes to city X, never seeing Alan again. Years later the two meet again, in two different positions, under two different circumstances, but with one thing in common, Alan's fiancee sneaks around with Katy's fiance, betraying both. And the remarkable thing is Alan's hostile attitude towards Katy. Originally thought it was just a random reunion, then they would never meet again, but God had other arrangements. Katy's company fell into crisis to transfer to someone else, ironically the new director is Alan. Reluctantly both have to work together, Alan hates Katy, she left him for money. At work, it always makes it difficult for her, not giving her peace and freedom. But Alan did not let Katy quit her job, threatened Katy to stay by his side, accepting to let him torture her. During the time of working together, the two's feelings gradually improved. But in the quiet time, a series of old secrets were accidentally revealed. Including the reason why Katy left, that secret is extremely serious leading to a great misunderstanding between Alan and Katy, the relationship that has just flourished is in danger of ruining again. Not to mention, Katy has to suffer from the bad games that Alan's fiancée causes, to separate her and him. However, in the end, after trials and tribulations, going through storms together, the two reached a happy shore.
Yesterday's Loved

Yesterday's Loved

"I can't stay still, walking back and forth. If only someone was with me now, I know their eyes would hurt watching me. I've been waiting for him since earlier, but he took so long to come. Feeling tired, I sat on the couch, but I stood up immediately as the front door opened, and he walked in. He's finally home. "Where have you been?" I asked my husband as he arrived late. Yes, I've been waiting for him. It's already 2:03 in the morning, and he just decided to come home now. Nothing new in his actions. I even get home earlier than him – from work, while he comes from his school. No emotion showed on his face, and he just continued walking without responding to me. "Lazel Hyrroz," I sternly uttered his name. I followed him into his room. He unbuttoned his uniform after casually dropping his backpack on the bed. "I'm tired. Don't bother me now," he said coldly, avoiding eye contact. "That's why I'm asking why you're only coming home now and where you've been at this hour," I questioned him firmly. He took off his white polo, leaving only his undershirt. "You know? You have a lot of roles in my life," he sarcastically remarked, facing me. His face remained emotionless, and the way he looked at me seemed indifferent. "You're not just a mother, sister, or brother. Now, your role is a strict father who waited for his son who didn't come home last night but decided to show up now," he added, grinning. "You've grown up, Lazel Hyrroz. Even if you're no longer under your parents' care, remember that there's still someone who cares about you," I stated. "You? Do you care about me? I'm just your husband on paper, and I never asked you to worry about me. I told you from the beginning not to interfere, and I'll do the same to you," he said sternly. That's just how he is – hard-hearted and indifferent to me or my feelings. "Lazel Hyrroz..." "If you have nothing else to say, leave, Lola," he insultingly called me Lola this time. I sighed, acknowledging his disrespectful behavior. I turned away as he removed his white undershirt. "You've seen my body. So, why are you still avoiding me? I know you liked what we did last night, didn't you? You took advantage of me while I was drunk," he insinuated, and those words felt like a slap. My chest tightened violently. "Before you sleep, take a bath or wash your body. If you haven't eaten, just heat the food that I cooked earlier," I said, hearing his mocking laugh and the creaking of the bed as a sign that he sat down. "Yes, Manang," he said mockingly, using another insult this time. I closed his room door gently, pausing for a moment before leaning against it. Tears threatened to spill, weighing heavily on my chest. Is this the reason he came home so late? Because in over a year, something happened between us only once? We were both drunk, and I can't remember anything about that night. I questioned myself. How long will we be like this, Lazel Hyrroz? *** When I wake up every morning, my uniform is neatly prepared on the sofa bed, and my black shoes are polished. In the kitchen, there's food ready, with a sticky note on the fridge. I took it and read the neat handwriting. Despite that, I still dislike it. "Don't forget to eat your breakfast before you go to school, Lazel Hyrroz." -Calysta After reading it, I crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash bin. I opened the fridge, grabbed a cold water bottle, and finished its contents. I glanced at the prepared breakfast on the table, but as usual, I left it untouched. I entered the university with an empty stomach, but it's okay; Hanemira usually shares her food with me. That's where I usually have my breakfast. "You didn't have breakfast again, huh?" I just smiled at her question and slowly smiled. Simultaneously, she held my hand, handing me a spoon. She also had my lunch box. "I still cooked it." Her cooking wasn't the best, but I appreciated it because she's the girl I like. *** When I got home, I expected to find her in the living room, busy with her laptop, drinking coffee. "You didn't eat your breakfast again. You didn't even touch them," she greeted me. I raised the corner of my lips. I've memorized those words since she always says them to me. "Who told you to cook my breakfast?" I asked, hearing her sigh again. Honestly, I don't feel anything for her. I don't like her, and I will never love a woman ten years older than me. We only got married because she's wealthier than my family, and our company needed her. That's the only reason I endure living in this cramped house. That's what I feel. I ignored her and went upstairs, but before that, I stopped to ask her about this. "For you, what is love?" She furrowed her brows, confused by my question. "Why are you asking me that?" she asked back. "I just want to know your opinion. What does love mean to you?" I asked, genuinely interested in her perspective on love. "Love ruins a person's life." I raised an eyebrow at her statement. How does it r