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Ten Scars: A Billionaire's Cruelty

Ten Scars: A Billionaire's Cruelty

For nine years, my life was a gilded cage, controlled by Wall Street titan Mark. My photography dreams withered under his shadow, and ten forced abortions left me a hollow shell, each ending with his manipulative charm or self-pitying tears. The latest procedure, just yesterday, left me weak, but I still had to pick him up. I found him at the awards dinner, his arm around Jessica, his intern. Then he kissed her, publicly, and announced her pregnancy. “Sarah, darling,” he slurred, “Jessica’s pregnant. And who better to mentor her than you? You’re practically an expert, aren’t you?” The humiliation burned. He mocked my pain, then tore my dress, doused me in champagne, and snarled about his iron-clad cohabitation agreement. Rescued by my childhood best friend, Alex, I ended up in the hospital, my fertility gone. Mark then falsely accused me of sabotaging his company with Alex, slapped me, and forced me to sign a chilling "consent form," threatening Alex's ruin. Soon, I was drugged and barely clothed, shivering in a glass enclosure. It was a depraved auction, with men bidding on me. Mark’s taunts echoed: "Alex couldn't be bothered." Was I truly abandoned? My heart sank, consumed by despair. How could this be my life? Just as all hope seemed lost, a calm voice cut through the noise: "I bid all of it." It was Mr. Harrison, Alex’s trusted lawyer. A sudden, unbelievable turning point. My rescue had begun.
The Master's Third Wife

The Master's Third Wife

Princess Kaylan - that was her name. Young, pretty, smart, and most importantly, crazy. She wasn't the regular kind of princess you must've read in books or heard about. As a matter of fact, her family and people of her Kingdom often wondered if she was really the King's daughter. If it wasn't for the extreme love and trust King Moreh had for his fourth wife - who was Kaylan's mother - he'd have doubted and questioned her loyalty and suspected Kaylan was for another man - not him.. Kaylan was always seen on the streets, playing, fighting and causing confusion. Go to the busiest places in the Kingdom - there you'll find Kaylan. Go to the market place - Kaylan would surely be there. When you see a crowd gathered due to a fight, check properly and Kaylan must be involved. That's been the life of the princess. Her parents were already tired of talking and had become so fed of Jaden's unruly lifestyle. She's never behaved like royalty - never. Instead, she prefered living on the streets and doing crazy things. Her step mothers and sisters hated her as well due to the shame she often brought to the family. And that was because, most of the time, people were always at the palace to lay complaints about Kaylan. When the King tried all he could but couldn't change his daughter, he decided to make a drastic decision. He decided to marry her off to the Master and also known as the beast - Master Xander. Master Xander was the ruler of the popular Xander community. He was fierce, cold evil and heartless - so many people believed. He had no time for the pleasures of life as all he thinks about was "war". He was one of the most skillful in sword fights and Xander could fight a hundred men alone and come out victorious - that was just how powerful he was. If Xander wasn't in a battle field, he was in the training ground. If Xander wasn't killing someone, he was definitely watching a person get punished. That was his daily routine. That was the only pleasure he enjoyed. People feared and respected him so much. They worshipped the ground he stepped on. Even when he was wrong, nobody dared to correct him or say a word to him. Though, he wasn't a King but just a Master of a community, people felt he was more powerful than 10 Kings put together. He's been married to two ladies previously, but they all ended up dead - due to Unknown reasons. When Kaylan discovers her father was marrying her off to the beast, she couldn't help but panic. For the first time in her life, she'd promised to change and become more of a princess, but it was too late as King Moreh had already made up his mind. Kaylan's mother begged him to reconsider, fearing her daughter might never come back alive, but the King still wouldn't change his mind. Who would want to get married to such a man? A man who's never smiled, A man who kills without a second thought. And a man who's lost 2 wives mysteriously. Kaylan felt her case would be like that of his other two wives and she might die as soon as she arrives. Definitely, it was a bad idea for someone as crazy as Kaylan to become the Master's third wife. * *
His Betrayal, My Second Chance At Life

His Betrayal, My Second Chance At Life

The bank manager looked at me, professional calm masking his judgment. "I'm sorry, sir, the transaction has been declined." I knew why. The primary card on my account, the unlimited Black Card my parents had given me, was being bled dry by the two people I trusted most. It wasn' t just the extravagant five-thousand-dollar handbags or the lavish weekend getaways. It was the crushing betrayal when I overheard them in Sarah' s apartment, my girlfriend laughing as my best friend, Mike, mocked my naivety. "Liam is so boring. So naive. He just hands over his money like an idiot," Sarah giggled. "He is an idiot," Mike' s voice oozed contempt. "But a useful one. As long as he keeps paying, you and I can have anything we want." My world shattered. I stumbled away, heart pounding, the bitter taste of their deceit overwhelming me. Two days later, at our usual campus coffee shop, I confronted them. Sarah' s face twisted in fury, Mike' s feigned concern turning to a calculated smear campaign. They gaslit me, painting me as the crazy, jealous boyfriend, publicly humiliating me until I ran. That night, Mike lured me to a cliffside lookout. He pushed me. I remembered the sickening crunch of rocks as I fell, seen his empty eyes as he drove away. The police called it suicide. But I wasn't dead. I was back. Waking up in my own bed, three weeks before my murder. This time, the ending would be different. This time, I was in control.
The leak of the Luna of the Alpha

The leak of the Luna of the Alpha

The leak of the Luna of the Alpha For three years, Elena suffered from the brutality and cold indifference of her companion, the Alpha dominating Kieran, as well as the cruel manipulations of his pack. Their union, imposed by the revered matriarch of the clans, Sylvia Nightshade, aimed to strengthen an ancestral alliance. Sylvia, recognized for her relentless wisdom and her power of discernment, had chosen Elena for her heir, affirming that only a woman with an exceptional inner force could channel the uncontrolled ferocity of Kieran. But the night when Elena discovers the betrayal of Kieran, the spark that maintained her hope goes out. In tears but determined, it escapes under the cover of darkness, breaking the sacred link and defying the laws of the pact. Why did Kieran, yet intended to protect her, abandoned her? And why did Sylvia, so a visionary, choose a union devoted to failure? Three years later, Kieran, haunted by his guilt, travels the land to understand why Elena fled. Until the day she reappears, transformed. The shy young Luna he had known is now a daring and mysterious woman, attracting the attention of Alphas Rivaux, including the charismatic but dangerous Callum Draven. What happened so that Elena acquires such power? And above all, has she returned to take revenge, or to claim what belongs to her? Is Kieran ready to face the buried truths of his past, or will he be destroyed by the secrets that Elena now hides behind her piercing gaze?
The Heiress They Tried to Bury

The Heiress They Tried to Bury

For three years, I poured every ounce of myself into Liam's tech dream, working multiple jobs to keep a roof over our heads. Tonight was the night I'd finally tell him my own life-altering secret: I was Ava Vance, the long-lost, presumed-dead heiress to the colossal Sterling-Vance empire. I believed in him, utterly. But he didn't walk in alone. He arrived with a stunning, polished woman named Chloe, arm-in-arm, and then dropped the bomb: she was his fiancée, and her father was his lead investor. He looked at me, his eyes cold and dismissive. "I'm leaving you," he stated flatly, then mocked our entire relationship, calling me just a "housekeeper" and an "embarrassment." When Chloe spilled wine on herself, Liam forced me to my knees to apologize to her like a maid. The ultimate betrayal came when he returned later, poisoned me to destroy my voice, and dragged my limp body into our cold, damp basement dungeon to keep me quiet. From my prison, I overheard them coldly plotting to frame me as delusional and commit me to a psychiatric hospital forever. The man I had loved and sacrificed everything for was a monster, systematically ripping away my very existence. Every lie, every calculated cruelty, twisted into a horrifying full picture. But they seriously underestimated the woman they thought they'd silenced. Just as two thugs came to haul me away, I found the strength to activate the emergency beacon hidden in my Sterling-Vance necklace. They believed I was a "lost cause," but they were about to face the terrifying wrath of the Sterling-Vance empire.
Fall of the Texas Kingdom

Fall of the Texas Kingdom

Ellie Vance stood on the edge of the manicured lawn, an outsider in the sprawling Texas kingdom of the Harrison family. Her adoptive mother, Maria Sanchez, had been the trusted fixer for the patriarch, Charles Harrison Sr. But now Maria was gone, her absence a gaping hole, lost to a suspicious "accident" shrouded in unspoken truths. Whispers hinted at Brenda Harrison, the patriarch's ruthless second wife, orchestrating Maria' s demise. Ellie, stripped of Maria' s protection, was now simply "Ellie," an insignificant shadow dismissed by the Harrison heiresses. They openly mocked her quietness, always mistaking her keen observation for dullness, pushing her further to the fringes. Brenda' s calculated triumph, aimed at erasing Maria' s influence, seemed complete and unchallenged. How could a girl, still reeling from the devastating loss of her only family, confront a powerful dynasty that saw her as nothing? How could she, lacking their "Harrison touch" for business or their ruthlessness, find justice when everyone dismissed the uncomfortable truth about Maria's death? What hidden secrets lay beneath the surface of this seemingly unshakeable empire? Beneath Ellie' s unassuming facade, however, burned a cold, calculated fury fueled by grief and a promise. Armed with Maria' s forgotten network and her own meticulous planning, Ellie would now pose as a quiet "intuition advisor" to systematically unravel the Harrison legacy. She would expose their corruption, destroy their power, and ensure that Maria' s memory was not just avenged, but redefined.
The Billionaire's Trade

The Billionaire's Trade

"This can't be happening," Elena said, lowering herself on one of the bakery's stools. "What did we ever do to him, we already promised to pay" Laura said, mildly." Now he's threatening to seize the bakery" ---- ......Laura dropped to her knees, tears sliding down her cheeks. "I only want to work for you so you can extend the time you gave my family on the bakery, If you take it away, we won't know how else to survive" "And you think I give a hoot how you survive?" Jacob fired at her with his voice echoing the room like lightning. ******************** Laura Bloom's family were stuck in an aging debt to Jacob Marcini, a cold-hearted, ruthless billionaire who threatened to seize their last hope of survival, which was a small bakery they owned. In order to help her family, Laura was forced to work for Jacob Marcini as his secretary in his company in agreement that her salaries would be held in order to fix up the debt. But then, Jacob was involved in a scandal which needed to be cleared, else his reputation and that of his company would be dented. The callous billionaire had no alternative than to offer Laura a proposal, he would wipe off the debt but in return she would act as his bride. How could she act as the bride to a man who caused her family so much pain? Was she willing to put aside the abhor and do what he wanted to clear off her debt? Read on to find out?
The Billionaire's Asset: Carrying His Heir

The Billionaire's Asset: Carrying His Heir

I stood in the marble bathroom of the Pierre Hotel, staring at the two pink lines that signaled the end of my life as I knew it. The dates didn't match my sterile, arranged engagement to a business heir; they matched a blizzard in Davos and a man whose name I had tried to scrub from my memory. I thought I’d hidden the test deep in the trash, but my stepsister Kendall was a viper who had been watching. Moments later, in the middle of a high-stakes gala, she stood on stage and projected a giant image of my positive pregnancy test onto a screen for all of New York’s elite to see. The fallout was instantaneous and brutal. My fiancé, Preston, didn't ask for an explanation; he simply announced to the room that our merger was terminated because I was a "fraudulent asset." My stepfather, Senator Hansen, didn't offer a hand as I was swarmed by reporters; instead, he had security drag me out into a freezing rainstorm, hissing that I was a liability who had tanked his campaign. Barefoot and soaking wet on the sidewalk, I watched his black town car splash gutter water over me as I realized my bank cards were frozen and my apartment was already being sold from under me. I huddled in the rain, feeling the strange, protective heat in my abdomen, realizing my own family had orchestrated a public execution of my character. They didn't just want me gone; they wanted me destitute and destroyed. "Who is the father?" the reporters screamed, their flashes blinding me as I collapsed on the wet concrete. I had been discarded like trash by the people who were supposed to love me, left with nothing but the secret growing inside me and a flash drive that could burn the city to the ground. But I had one nuclear option left. When a black Rolls-Royce pulled up to the curb, I didn't beg for a ride. I held up the drive containing the evidence of Corbin Heath’s illegal offshore accounts—the cold-blooded billionaire who was the true father of my child. "I want sanctuary, my father’s freedom, and my assets unfrozen," I told him, shivering but resolute. Corbin looked at me with eyes like cold steel and offered a deal that felt more like a hostile takeover than a rescue. He would protect me, but only if I signed a contract that made me his wife and gave him total control over my life and his heir. I had escaped the wolves only to sell my soul to the devil, and as the car door clicked shut, I realized the war for my survival had only just begun.