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While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.A sharp, tearing sensation ripped through June's lower abdomen.
It was so sudden, so violently intense, that her fingers went numb. The glass of water slipped from her hand.
It hit the hardwood floor, shattering into dozens of jagged pieces. The sound echoed loudly in the massive, empty master bedroom of the Compton estate.
June tried to take a step forward, but her knees buckled.
A cold sweat instantly broke out across her forehead, sticking her hair to her skin. She collapsed onto the expensive Persian rug, her hands flying to her stomach.
Her lungs forgot how to pull in air. The pain wasn't just a dull ache; it felt like a serrated blade twisting inside her organs.
Her vision blurred at the edges, turning gray. She knew her body. She was a medical researcher. This was not a normal pregnancy cramp. Her vital signs were crashing.
Her phone was on the nightstand, three feet away. It looked like a mile.
Trembling violently, June dragged her body across the floor. The jagged pieces of the broken glass bit into her knee, but she couldn't even feel it over the agony in her abdomen.
She reached up, her fingers blindly clawing at the nightstand until she knocked the phone down.
The bright screen pierced her eyes. Her fingers were slick with cold sweat. She pressed the speed dial. Number 1.
Cole.
The phone rang once.
June squeezed her eyes shut, her fingernails digging so hard into her palms that the skin broke. Please answer. Please.
It rang a second time. Each second stretched out, heavy and suffocating.
Then, a click.
"What?" Cole's voice came through the speaker.
It wasn't a greeting. It was a wall of ice. In the background, June could hear the clinking of champagne flutes and the smooth jazz of a live band.
"Cole..." June gasped, her throat tight and dry. "Help me... the baby..."
Before Cole could respond, a high-pitched, sweet voice drifted through the receiver.
"Cole, who is it? We're going to be late for the red carpet."
Alycia.
June's stomach lurched. The pain spiked, sending a wave of nausea up her throat.
"June," Cole said, his tone dropping into a low, impatient growl. "If this is your pathetic attempt to stop me from attending the gala, it's a terrible strategy."
"No..." June choked out. She tasted something metallic in her mouth. Blood. "I'm bleeding. Please."
"Stop acting," Cole snapped. She could almost see him adjusting his expensive cufflinks, annoyed by her existence. "You are perfectly fine. We are walking on stage in two minutes. Do not call this number again tonight."
"Cole, wait-"
The line went dead.
The dial tone buzzed in the silent room. It sounded like a death sentence.
June stared at the darkened screen. Her phone slipped from her weak grasp, landing on the rug.
A sudden, terrifying warmth spread between her thighs.
June looked down. A dark, thick pool of red was soaking into the intricate patterns of the Persian rug.
Blood. So much blood.
A primal panic seized her chest. She was losing the baby.
With the last ounce of strength in her shaking fingers, she grabbed the phone again and dialed 911.
While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her
As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "/0/18424/coverorgin.jpg?v=9273d6bbc5964e39c5214b8508d6678d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mr. Untouchable (Billionaire #1)
Women are born liars. They will suck the life out of you until you don't believe in yourself. That is how the universe revolves. So my rules are simple. One night. No real names. No repeats. Every week, it should be a different woman. She should be blonde, sexy, and preferably not expecting for/1/106591/coverorgin.jpg?v=7112ffc44f6337f03a03bec3d6824a38&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Flash Marriage To My Best Friend's Father
I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom wit/0/18369/coverorgin.jpg?v=c55bde40276f7e92c25b477d56fbefbc&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Against His Will.
It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad. I still remember the day when I came to live in this house after my parent's death. I still remember the day when he suddenly bragged inside my room. I was in shocked because of his sudden appearance in my room. He locks the door and start/0/11715/coverorgin.jpg?v=6cdc6c9ce7663bfce418cff65b13763e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
You are MINE!
"You really don't know what I want Noor?" He whispers lowering his head to mine. "I- I don't know." "Should I tell you then?" He brings his face dangerously close to mine. I quickly shook my head in negative, unable to find my voice. "Why not?" He whispers again and I squeeze my eyes shut./0/24244/coverorgin.jpg?v=b4285b13625ec9c3d34397a6727e60d5&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Bye, My Irresistible Love
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years/0/30174/coverorgin.jpg?v=cef715ce14bffb4c48b60ad05e901be9&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Second Marriage: He's Blind Yet Love Isn't
"Sir, she's not dead yet. Do you want me to run her over again?" "Do it.” The battered and bloodied Rebecca overheard her husband's order and gritted her teeth. The couple had never consummated their marriage, and consequently, they never had a child. However, their childless marriage drove her m/0/18633/coverorgin.jpg?v=6889bae8df84ece32f71c921f6b1103e&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Betrayal of Love: Ex-husband Comes To Me Again
It was a strange night for Windy when she caught Shawn, the man who once swore to marry her, and her own sister having a passionate scene before their wedding. Although Shawn insisted that he had mistaken Carol by accident, Windy was well aware of the fact that he had feelings towards her sister si/0/21559/coverorgin.jpg?v=122de5e019f6fcec36900a99ff68c4ee&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Lycan King
'He was her saviour and she was his redemption.' Avalyn has been a slave of her fathers’ murderer for eight years before he sold her off in an auction. Nikolai didn't plan on finding his mate, but now that he did, he was going to keep her, even if he had to be her mate, her master or her lover./0/38162/coverorgin.jpg?v=2af7ad1b5fd6d8b5e19e674e63c1b9d0&imageMogr2/format/webp)
