"SHE BELONGS TO HIM"

"SHE BELONGS TO HIM"

ANAISHA

5.0
Comment(s)
2.8K
View
26
Chapters

Being an independent and self-reliant, Chloe is living the best possible life until she starts working for the powerful Christian Valentino, slowly developing feelings for her. This infatuation soon turns into heated romance as both of them start falling for each other. But everyone has something hidden. Will these secrets unravel creating a huge gap between them or will make them inseparable?

"SHE BELONGS TO HIM" Chapter 1 Author's Note

Thank you for giving this story and it's fellow author your precious time and a chance. this story is a journey through my imagination. Every person has something or the other to explore and generate about themselves, for me, my stories help me to get through these lanes. This was also my very first story ever, so this one is a lot more precious to my heart and I hope each and every reader would enjoy reading :D

Some points before you get into the story.

1. English is not my first language.

2. If you find any grammatical errors or plot errors, please comment in the comment section.

3. Unnecessary hate comments will not be entertained.

4. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. You can either comment or feel free to DM the author.

5. This is an original piece of writing. If you encounter any plot similarities with some other works you've read, then it's pure coincidence.

6. Unedited, but the author is going to start editing it soon.

7. This story has some cliché office romance shit, so read at your own risk.

I know you'll enjoy reading this story as much as I did, writing it. I'm sure you'll appreciate it and I'm thankful that we are going to be a part of this book.

©Sugarfairy1976

Do not republish or copy

Continue Reading

Other books by ANAISHA

More

You'll also like

Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Phoenix Rising: The Scarred Heiress's Revenge

Xiao Hong Mao
4.3

I lived as the "scarred ghost" of the Stephens penthouse, a wife kept in the shadows because my facial burns offended my billionaire husband’s aesthetic. For years, I endured Kason’s coldness and my family's abuse, a submissive puppet who believed she had nowhere else to go. The end came with a blue folder tossed onto my silk sheets. Kason’s mistress was back, and he wanted me out by sunset, offering a five-million-dollar "silence fee" to go hide my face in the countryside. The betrayal cut deep when I discovered my father had already traded my divorce for a corporate bailout. My step-sister mocked my "trashy" appearance at a high-end boutique, while the sales staff treated me like a common thief. At home, my father threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving medicine unless I crawled back to Kason to beg for a better deal. I was the girl who took the blame for a fire she didn't start, the wife who worshipped a man who never looked her in the eye, and the daughter used as a human bargaining chip. I was supposed to be broken, penniless, and desperate. But the woman who stood up wasn't the weak Elease Finch anymore; she was Phoenix, a tactical predator with a $500 million secret. I signed the divorce papers without a single tear, walked past my stunned husband, and wiped the Finch family's bank accounts clean with a few taps on my phone. "Your money is dirty," I told Kason with a cold smile. "I prefer clean hands." The cage is open, the hunt has begun, and I’m starting with the people who thought a scar made me weak.

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

He Thought I Was A Doormat, Until I Ruined Him

SHANA GRAY
4.5

The sterile white of the operating room blurred, then sharpened, as Skye Sterling felt the cold clawing its way up her body. The heart monitor flatlined, a steady, high-pitched whine announcing her end. Her uterus had been removed, a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, but the blood wouldn't clot. It just kept flowing, warm and sticky, pooling beneath her. Through heavy eyes, she saw a trembling nurse holding a phone on speaker. "Mr. Kensington," the nurse's voice cracked, "your wife... she's critical." A pause, then a sweet, poisonous giggle. Seraphina Miller. "Liam is in the shower," Seraphina's voice purred. "Stop calling, Skye. It's pathetic. Faking a medical emergency on our anniversary? Even for you, that's low." Then, Liam's bored voice: "If she dies, call the funeral home. I have a meeting in the morning." Click. The line went dead. A second later, so did Skye. The darkness that followed was absolute, suffocating, a black ocean crushing her lungs. She screamed into the void, a silent, agonizing wail of regret for loving a man who saw her as a nuisance, for dying without ever truly living. Until she died, she didn't understand. Why was her life so tragically wasted? Why did her husband, the man she loved, abandon her so cruelly? The injustice of it all burned hotter than the fever in her body. Then, the air rushed back in. Skye gasped, her body convulsing violently on the mattress. Her eyes flew open, wide and terrified, staring blindly into the darkness. Her trembling hand reached for her phone. May 12th. Five years ago. She was back.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book