His Cruelest Sunny

His Cruelest Sunny

Ai Huo

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To save my family's vineyard and my sister, I, Ava Hayes, agreed to marry Ethan Reed, my childhood friend turned enemy. I hid a terminal illness silently consuming me. It wasn't a marriage; it was a public humiliation. At a lavish gala, Ethan announced his engagement to another, introducing me as his "desperate offering," a mocking "trophy." Trapped, I became his property, enduring relentless physical and emotional abuse, worsened by my secret illness and his fiancée Chloe's sadistic torments. Yet, I heard Ethan's inner thoughts-conflicted, sometimes tender, a secret lifeline that broke when his accidental blow severed our connection. Then came the crushing truth: my own family had conspired in my mother's murder and abandoned me to die by withholding funds for my treatment. Critically ill and with my last hope gone, Chloe abducted me. She revealed her family's involvement in my mother's death, then cruelly forced an abortion, ending my life and our unborn child's. My body vanished, my memory erased. But what will Ethan do when the horrifying truth of my death and the child lost, finally surfaces?

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To save my family's vineyard and my sister, I, Ava Hayes, agreed to marry Ethan Reed, my childhood friend turned enemy.

I hid a terminal illness silently consuming me.

It wasn't a marriage; it was a public humiliation.

At a lavish gala, Ethan announced his engagement to another, introducing me as his "desperate offering," a mocking "trophy."

Trapped, I became his property, enduring relentless physical and emotional abuse, worsened by my secret illness and his fiancée Chloe's sadistic torments.

Yet, I heard Ethan's inner thoughts-conflicted, sometimes tender, a secret lifeline that broke when his accidental blow severed our connection.

Then came the crushing truth: my own family had conspired in my mother's murder and abandoned me to die by withholding funds for my treatment.

Critically ill and with my last hope gone, Chloe abducted me.

She revealed her family's involvement in my mother's death, then cruelly forced an abortion, ending my life and our unborn child's.

My body vanished, my memory erased.

But what will Ethan do when the horrifying truth of my death and the child lost, finally surfaces?

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