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The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire
The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister.""Chanda, can we talk?" Sharon asked, her voice laced with a hint of concern.
"Of course, Mother. What's on your mind?" Chanda replied, setting aside her book.
"I've been thinking... you're 25 now, and I want to see you settled down. You deserve a good life, a loving husband, and children to call your own," Sharon said, her eyes filled with a mix of love and longing.
"Mother, we've been over this. I'm not ready for marriage. My career is just taking off, and I want to make a difference in the world. Can't you understand that?" Chanda asked, her voice firm but gentle.
"I understand your dreams, dear, but life is short. You don't want to miss out on the joys of marriage and family. Trust me, I know what's best for you," Sharon said, her tone soft but persuasive.
"But Mother, that's exactly what I'm trying to do – build a life that's meaningful to me. Can't you support me in that?" Chanda asked, her voice laced with a hint of frustration.
Sharon sighed, her expression a mix of love and worry. "I just want what's best for you, Chanda. But I suppose we can compromise. Find a good man, someone who supports your dreams, and we'll talk about the rest."
Chanda nodded, a small smile on her face. "I can do that, Mother. But promise me one thing – you'll support me, no matter what I choose?"
Sharon smiled, her eyes shining with love. "I promise, dear. I'll always be here for you, no matter what.
Chanda thought she had won a small victory, but little did she know that her mother had already set wheels in motion. The next day, Chanda received a call from her mother, inviting her to dinner.
"Who's coming to dinner, Mother?" Chanda asked, her curiosity piqued.
"Just a few family friends, and someone special I want you to meet," Sharon replied, her voice mysterious.
Chanda's heart sank. She knew her mother's tactics all too well. She arrived at her parents' house, dressed in a elegant black dress, her hair styled perfectly. As she entered the dining room, she saw a handsome man sitting next to her father.
"Chanda, this is Larry, a successful businessman and a family friend," Sharon said, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Chanda forced a smile, her mind racing with thoughts. She knew her mother was trying to set her up, but she wasn't interested. As they sat down to dinner, Chanda tried to make small talk with Larry, but her heart wasn't in it.
As the night wore on, Chanda found herself feeling more and more uncomfortable. She excused herself and stepped outside into the garden, taking a deep breath of fresh air.
"Chanda, can I join you?" Larry asked, appearing beside her.
"Sure," Chanda replied, her voice polite but distant.
They stood there in silence for a moment, looking out at the stars. Then Larry spoke up.
"Chanda, I know your mother is trying to play matchmaker, but I want you to know that I'm interested in getting to know you for who you are, not just because of your family connections."
Chanda turned to him, surprised. No one had ever spoken to her like that before. Maybe, just maybe, this night wouldn't be a total waste after.
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A life of her own
"With a fierce determination to forge her own path, Chanda embarks on a journey of self-discovery and growth. But the road to independence is fraught with challenges, from her mother's well-meaning but suffocating grasp to the tantalizing promise of a new romance. As she navigates the treacherous la/0/84566/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106204858&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Architect of Her Own Life
My hands methodically folded a sweater, placing it into an open suitcase on the bed, sharp creases betraying the inner turmoil I tried to hide. Outside, New York City glittered, oblivious, my life' s soundtrack of distant sirens and traffic hum now signaling its end. An email confirmed it: one-way/0/84067/coverorgin.jpg?v=baaf0bedb7c4be852374df914fdcf1fe&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Hell
A phone call from my oldest friend, Wendy, ripped through the quiet of my garage. Her panicked voice claimed ruthless bikers had taken her, demanding I fix their custom bikes for her freedom. Without a second thought, I sped into the Mojave desert to rescue her. But when I arrived, Wendy betrayed/0/83206/coverorgin.jpg?v=89b0aee421c1145d0a91032019fd14ca&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Kind of Happy Ever After
My lake trip with Ethan, my fiancé and a rising finance star, was supposed to be our last pre-wedding hurrah. I' d meticulously packed for two, my suitcase sitting beside his, ready for our perfect getaway. Then Chloe, the estate manager's daughter my family oddly favored, pulled up with her child/0/83896/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203152&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Designing Her Own Life
For ten years, I was Gabrielle Fuller, successful graphic designer turned dedicated wife, my life orbiting Andrew Scott, my charismatic lawyer husband. Then my father, a well-respected judge and Andrew' s mentor, made a dying wish: "Gabby… promise me… you and Andrew… work it out." Hours later, c/0/83897/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203204&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Architect of Her Own Ruin
Matthew Scott, my fiancé and business partner, looked at me with that serious expression I used to find charming. He told me our architecture firm, our shared dream, was on the verge of bankruptcy. I didn't hesitate when he asked me to invest every dollar of my life savings – the down payment for/0/84059/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203830&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Architect of Her Own Demise
"Gabrielle? Are you awake?" The whisper cut through the dark, the same saccharine sweetness that had once chilled me to the bone. My eyes snapped open, a breath catching in my throat. I wasn't in the cramped, lonely apartment where I'd taken my own life. I was back in my Boston University dorm, sop/0/82714/coverorgin.jpg?v=954af5f9a92232678631f44592f82632&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Father's Medal, Her Own War
My life was finally looking up. The email glowed on my phone: "Congratulations, Sarah Miller!" – a full scholarship to a top university, my ticket out of our small town and a way to honor my parents' memory. My sister, Emily, who' d been my rock running our family diner, Miller' s Plate, since Mom a/0/84889/coverorgin.jpg?v=80a439fe9d66c36e14c12eedb19d8723&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Her Own Making: A Family
The familiar scent of my Aunt Carol' s pot roast once symbolized family, now it was the smell of my personal hell. My fiancé, Michael, sat beside me, urging me to eat, while my cousin Bethany feigned illness, subtly pressuring me to give up my Star-Tech internship for her. In my first life, I capit/0/50911/coverorgin.jpg?v=0b644d8823f9ffa3da9a1a72f95d918c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
My Own Alpha Reject Me
"Don't tell me you don't want this, Damon. How can you deny our bond?" Clary said. "We both know we are meant to be together. You can't fight it forever. We both know that we are mates." "No, don't say it; it's not possible." Damon said it with a wince. "You know we can't be together, and I don't w/0/20205/coverorgin.jpg?v=daded8d1b344c7ed2cc6f1fefa7807a7&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Caught in her own trap
What could go wrong when you have got a computer geek friend like Trevor who can fix everything? Candice was happy that her stepmother's plan to marry her off to an older rich man had failed. The marriage certificate she produced was proof of her marriage to her secret boyfriend. The husband accor/0/85235/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106205837&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal's Sting: Her Own Path
The university library hummed with the quiet hum of panic on the last day for college applications. My finger hovered over the 'Submit' button for Caltech, my dream school, when I heard him. Liam, my best friend since childhood, was laughing with his friends, his voice cutting through the silenc/0/32595/coverorgin.jpg?v=7f86849ddf29b7a81dc729a836124409&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Fate of the Rejected Alpha
"Who are you?", the thick voice fills the young woman's ears scaring her, and unconsciously her whole body trembles with fear, it's definitely him, it's the murderer. "He has come to kill me!" - shouts the young girl's inner voice. But without giving up the flesh she gets out of the carriage a/0/43364/coverorgin.jpg?v=a2325956d887bc3402e6831ca8a76e5c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Wrong Alpha - A Twist of Fate?
Delilah can't wait for her boyfriend to turn 17, for him to meet his Alpha wolf, and finally sense his fated mate. She has long since been predicted as his fated mate by all in their pack having been childhood sweethearts. They make a perfect couple so this would be the perfect love story for them./0/44096/coverorgin.jpg?v=20231006040142&imageMogr2/format/webp)
THE ALPHA LUNA'S FATE
“That was it”, His hand roamed over her body, .she feel his touch as his warm breath fell upon her neck. Her body quivered as his warm hand caressed every inch of her, and she struggled to suppress her moan. When his mouth found its way to her neck, she couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled her/0/25788/coverorgin.jpg?v=20230802093049&imageMogr2/format/webp)
A world of our own
Growing up in the most unbearable situation Arielle is set on gaining freedom and acknowledgment from her family and loved ones but as easy as it may sound it's the most complicated to archive, for her life is made up of shackles. Her parents nor her siblings love and appreciate her for the things s/0/84895/coverorgin.jpg?v=46a956a2e8f6ab0c16304ca297a673b0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Curator of My Own Life
The plane ride felt endless, but a rush of excitement washed over me, eager to see my Uncle Julian, the man who' d raised me since my parents died. I pictured his welcoming smile, the scent of turpentine, the way he' d call me his "little artist." But the grand foyer greeted me with an unsettli/0/92106/coverorgin.jpg?v=d1c020eab44bf1399e80fdcef7ea5c34&imageMogr2/format/webp)
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