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Fraud: I never knew him.

Fraud: I never knew him.

"No, I'm not. Morgan, I'm sure about you, I'm sure about us." She places a hand on the side of my face and brushes it with her thumb. "Being with you feels right, this feels right. It's so good to be true." "It is true," I say, and she lands her forehead on mine. I can hear her anxious breathing. I place my hand on her waist and she brushes her face on mine. I come across her lips and press mine on hers. It starts as an unstable kiss, but each time our lips part, my body cries for more. I suck on her bottom lips as my hand runs through laps -underneath her dress. And I thought It was all of it until her tongue rolls into mine. As I grab her closer to me, we drop onto the bed. Caressing her lap, my hands move up, and I feel the waistband of her underwear. I feel like peeling it off, but I have no idea what we are doing -And I know I don't want it to stop. She helps me peel out my shirt. Her hands are all over my body. I hold her hands on my chest. "Sam we...we should stop," I say with an anxious breath, but she continues to kiss my chest. I zip down her dress and push it down. "Sam I don't have a condom." "We don't need it," she says. "You sure?" I ask, shock. SAM. Am I going gaga? 'We don't need it?' I'm definitely not in my right state of mind. But he looks more surprised than I am. I'm scared, not because I don't want this. "It is my first time," I say nervously. "Aren't you full of surprises, Samantha Raymond," he says, and I hate that he just reminds me of my dad at this moment. I stop myself from wondering what my dad would think of me right now. "I will go easy," he whispers in my mouth.
The Penniless Ex-Wife Is A Hidden Boss

The Penniless Ex-Wife Is A Hidden Boss

For five years, Casey played the perfect, obedient contract wife to the billionaire Bartholomew Hendricks. On their fifth anniversary, she waited five hours in front of a cold dinner, only to be called to pick him up from a club. When she arrived, she found him in a VIP room, looking softly at his assistant, Halie. Around Halie's neck was the massive blue sapphire necklace Casey thought was her anniversary gift. The crowd of elites openly mocked her, calling her the pathetic little contract wife. Halie shrank back into Bartholomew's arms and squeezed out fake tears. Instead of defending his wife, Bartholomew's eyes turned to solid ice. "Why are you interrupting my friends?" He ordered her to stop throwing a tantrum and drive him home. The humiliation peaked when his aunt violently slapped Casey across the face in a crowded hospital corridor during a family emergency. Bartholomew just watched her bleed, only caring about the family's reputation in the tabloids. Standing there with a bruised cheek and a bleeding lip, Casey looked at the man she had loved. There was no anger left, no sadness, only a freezing, absolute emptiness. She finally realized her humanity meant nothing to him. She took off her five-carat diamond ring, packed only the cheap clothes she came with, and handed him a net-zero divorce settlement. Bartholomew thought she would starve and come crawling back, completely unaware that she was secretly a multi-millionaire author who was about to turn his world upside down.
Threads of Fate

Threads of Fate

"Threads of Fate" intricately weaves a tale of love, rivalry, and resilience set against the backdrop of the picturesque Tuscan countryside. At the heart of the story lies Villa Fiore, a family-owned vineyard steeped in tradition and legacy, where the threads of destiny converge to shape the lives of its inhabitants. Isabella Rossi, a spirited and determined woman, returns to her roots at Villa Fiore with a vision to revitalize the family winery. But her plans are soon met with challenges, as long-standing rivalries and hidden agendas threaten to unravel everything she holds dear. Enter Marco Valente, a renowned chef-turned-culinary entrepreneur whose arrival at the neighboring villa sets off a chain of events that will change Isabella's life forever. As they forge a partnership rooted in their shared passion for food and wine, Isabella and Marco find themselves drawn to each other in ways they never expected. But their budding romance is not without obstacles. Old family feuds, jealous rivals, and the specter of betrayal lurk in the shadows, testing their love and resolve at every turn. As they navigate the complexities of their relationship, Isabella and Marco must confront their pasts and the forces that seek to tear them apart. With the support of friends like Sofia and the tension with her brother Luca, Isabella discovers that the threads of fate are often woven with both joy and heartache. And as she and Marco face the challenges ahead, they will learn that true love, much like a fine wine, only grows stronger with time. "Threads of Fate" is a captivating tale of love, loyalty, and the enduring power of the human spirit. Set against the backdrop of Italy's lush vineyards and vibrant culture, it is a story that will sweep readers away on a journey of passion, intrigue, and redemption.
The Runaway Astrophysicist And Her Secret

The Runaway Astrophysicist And Her Secret

After five years of a cold, empty marriage to tech titan Arlo Hatfield, I tricked him into signing our divorce papers, disguised as a grant application for my astrophysics fellowship in Chile. Just as my escape was within reach, I discovered I was pregnant. At the same time, I found Arlo doting on his childhood sweetheart, Brielle, who was faking her own pregnancy to win him over. In the hospital, suffering from a real pregnancy complication, I watched as Arlo rushed to Brielle' s side, completely ignoring my pain. He was so blinded by her lies that he didn't even realize I was carrying his child, assuming I'd just had a minor stomach flu. "Corinne, darling, are you alright?" Brielle cooed, her eyes glinting with victory. "Arlo and I just got the most wonderful news. Our little one is doing so well." He never even looked back at me. I saw the truth then: I was invisible to him, and so was our child. His world was built on power and lies, and there was no place for us in it. So I fled. I took our baby and disappeared to Chile, building a new life among the stars, far from his suffocating shadow. I thought I had finally escaped. Years later, after a catastrophic earthquake, he found me. Bruised, broken, and desperate, he begged for forgiveness. "I didn't know," he pleaded. I looked at the man who had shattered my world and held our child closer. "You didn't care to know," I said, my voice as cold as the space between galaxies. "And now, you've lost everything."
Betrayed by My Boyfriend, Married to the Billionaire CEO

Betrayed by My Boyfriend, Married to the Billionaire CEO

Adalyn carefully prepared a candlelit dinner, eagerly expecting a proposal for her five-year anniversary with Eden. Instead, he stumbled in drunk, completely forgetting the date. When his phone lit up, she uncovered a sickening secret: he was having an affair with his "fragile" intern, Bambi. The texts revealed pages of late-night confessions. Eden told Bambi that Adalyn was just "like family" now, while Bambi was his "soulmate" who made him feel alive. Nauseated, Adalyn snuffed out the candles, packed a bag, and left into the cold night, blocking him everywhere. But escaping Eden didn't solve her real nightmare. Her brother was dying of end-stage renal disease, and her mother was relentlessly hounding her for astronomical medical bills. When Eden finally tracked her down, he didn't apologize. He caused a massive public scene, angrily accusing her of throwing away five years over a moment of suspicion. Five years of unyielding devotion had been reduced to a pathetic joke, easily discarded for a helpless office intern. Cornered by a shattering betrayal and her family's desperate need for money, Adalyn felt like she was suffocating. Just as Eden aggressively grabbed her wrist to demand answers, a black Maybach glided to a silent stop beside them. "Let go, Eden. I'm married," she said calmly. The tinted window rolled down, revealing her cold, untouchable billionaire boss, Issac Carlisle. "Get in the car," he commanded, his icy gaze dismissing Eden entirely. Adalyn stepped into the luxury car, leaving her cheating ex in the dust, ready to sign her soul away in a one-year contract marriage to save her brother's life.
The Discarded Wife's Billion-Dollar Comeback

The Discarded Wife's Billion-Dollar Comeback

My life, carefully constructed over six blissful years with my amnesiac husband Julian and our sweet son Ethan, felt like a peaceful dream. I had found Julian injured on the roadside years ago, and together we built a loving, albeit simple, existence. Then, a sleek black car, a stark contrast to our humble Ohio home, pulled up outside, its occupants shattering our world. Julian's forgotten, aristocratic mother emerged, and with her presence, his lost memories violently flooded back. He looked at me, his wife, the mother of his child, and his eyes, once full of love, turned to chips of ice, dismissing our entire shared life as an "unfortunate chapter," a mere "embarrassment." His mother coolly offered me a shocking sum—a million dollars—to simply "disappear," while Julian stood by, silent, as his new fiancée, Veronica, openly sneered, calling me a pathetic "charity case." But in that moment of profound betrayal, something extraordinary happened: a terrifying premonition, a vivid flash of my future if I stayed. I saw years of excruciating humiliation, a desolate existence in their grand mansion where I was nothing but a servant, my beloved son Ethan tragically turned against me, and finally, my own confinement in a cold mental institution. The nightmare culminated with older Ethan, his youthful face twisted in pity, raising a syringe to me, whispering, "It's for the best, Mother," as darkness consumed me. Returning to the harsh reality of my porch, the raw pain of the present was strangely dulled, an old scar compared to the horror I had just witnessed. I knew with absolute certainty that I could not, would not, live that devastating fate again. So, when Julian's mother extended the check as a final dismissal, I met her gaze, outwardly calm but with a newfound, steely resolve. "Thank you," I said, my voice steady, then added my decisive condition: a fully funded MBA from a prestigious London university. This wasn't just a betrayal; it was my unexpected rebirth, a radical turning point to forge a future entirely on my own terms.
Divorcing The CEO: Escaping His Cruel Cage

Divorcing The CEO: Escaping His Cruel Cage

I returned to New York after a three-year exile, just to attend my father's funeral. But my estranged husband, Julian, ambushed me at the airport with divorce papers. He told me that if I didn't sign them immediately, my father wouldn't get a burial plot. And standing right by his side was Janet, my former best friend. At the funeral, they played the perfect, grieving couple, completely humiliating me. When I finally snapped and told them to leave, Janet faked a dramatic collapse. Julian looked at me with absolute disgust, accusing me of being a jealous monster who was hurting his pregnant girlfriend. He had secretly absorbed all my family's assets, leaving me penniless and freezing on the streets, tossing a charity check at me like I was a beggar. I couldn't understand why my years of desperate devotion were treated like a toxic curse. Why did the quiet friend I grew up protecting scheme to steal my husband, my fortune, and my dignity? Refusing his humiliating money, I swallowed my pride and took a job as a maid at a luxury hotel just to survive. But fate wouldn't even give me that peace. While pushing a room service cart down the hallway, I ran straight into Julian. He stared at my crisp white apron, his eyes turning cold. "For the duration of my stay, all services for the presidential suite will be handled by her alone." He was going to make me serve him and Janet, determined to crush the very last shred of my pride.