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A Royalty Kneeling For His Queen

A Royalty Kneeling For His Queen

"Eresh is my Queen as I am her King," I said, and I don't know whom I was trying to convince at this moment. Shielder chuckled. "I am her real King, Fourth." "No..." I said while shaking my head. Damn this bloody wound! If not for this, I would snatch Eresh away from him! I don't care if Tracer gets angry, but I need my Queen beside me! But I'm feeling so weak. My strength hasn't returned yet. I could only watch as Shielder held Eresh's waist. Eresh flashed me a smile. "You're used to it anyway. Being a pretend King." Her words were like a thousand daggers piercing right through my chest where my heart is. It hurts to hear her say that. But I know her. Her eyes were telling me that she's lying right now. She's planning something again, and I don't like that she's doing it alone. I don't like the idea of her leaving me because of this plan. "Kneel, Fourth. My Queen might consider staying with you." I will do everything just so she will stay with me. "Beg," Shielder said after I knelt on the ground. I saw surprise in Eresh's eyes. See this, my Queen? I'm willing to do everything for you. "Eresh..." I looked at her while kneeling on the ground. She might see me as someone so low, a royalty kneeling for his Queen. But damn it. I'm desperate. "I'm never anyone's first choice. But I want you to choose me. Please..." Thoughts flashed in my mind as I begged her to stay with me. My father who chose not to treat me as his child for this game. My mother who always followed what my father wanted. My butler who got married the moment I freed him. The EL Ordre that made me the King as bait. And Daphne who chose Apollo over me. "Don't leave me. I'm begging you..." If my father were to hear what I'm saying, he would punish someone important to me again. As a Von Amstel, we never beg. Still, Eresh left me that night.
My Family, My Fortune, Their Lie

My Family, My Fortune, Their Lie

I had just closed a nine-figure deal, the kind that sets your family up for generations. But when I got home, exhausted and suffering a heart attack, my wife and daughter were too busy recording TikToks and live streams to even notice. As I collapsed, gasping for breath, my wife told me my "negative energy was messing with her aura." I had to dial 911 myself, my family completely oblivious, leaving me to die on the floor. Waking up alone in the hospital, I found not concerned calls, but credit card alerts for lavish shopping sprees. They weren't worried; they were celebrating. Then, at Malibu, I saw my wife with her "life coach" lover as she handed me divorce papers, and my daughter told me he was more of a father than I ever was. My world shattered, I saw the truth: every sacrifice for them had been a lie. I had given my life, my fortune, all of it, to people who only saw me as an ATM. But the real shock came with a sealed envelope: 0.00% paternity. The daughter I had raised for seventeen years wasn't mine. The pain burned away the old me, leaving behind a cold, calculating resolve. I froze their accounts, repossessed their luxuries, and hired a PI to expose the "life coach" as a low-level con artist with massive gambling debts. When they came begging, I showed them the paternity test and his criminal record, then I called 911 on him for kidnapping them-his desperate attempt for ransom money. I set up a small trust for Molly, enough only for community college, sealing off my past. Then, I sold my company, bought a muscle car, and drove cross-country, ready to finally live for myself. I didn't seek revenge; I orchestrated justice.
Beyond the Fire: A Wife's Ultimatum

Beyond the Fire: A Wife's Ultimatum

They said our story was for the ages. Olivia and Ethan, childhood sweethearts who built an empire, Miller-Reed Tech, from nothing. Our marriage was supposed to be the final, perfect brick in our carefully constructed life. Then, a week before our wedding, Ethan confessed to an affair with an intern, Chloe, dismissing it as a "mistake." I buried the pain, believing our love was strong enough to mend any crack. Three years later, during a fire at our company, I saved Ethan from a falling beam, only to be crushed myself. He, however, ran past me, bleeding and pinned, to comfort Chloe who had only twisted her ankle. Later, in the hospital, he didn' t know I was near death, while diverting top medical teams for Chloe' s minor injury. The betrayal escalated when Chloe brazenly visited my hospital bed. She flaunted Ethan' s devotion, admitted to setting the fire herself to make him a "hero," and then dropped the bombshell: she was pregnant with Ethan's child. She mocked my "cold bed," stating I was merely a "business partner," not a wife. When Ethan finally confronted me, he saw my horrific injuries. But instead of remorse, he rationalized his neglect, claiming I was "too strong" to need him, unlike "fragile" Chloe. He begged for forgiveness, but when Chloe re-entered, attacking me, he shielded her, blaming me for "upsetting" her. The ultimate choice was clear. With cold resolve, I gave Ethan an ultimatum: sign an uncontested divorce for half the company, or face an arson investigation against Chloe and a complicity charge against him. The clock was ticking.
Reborn in the City of Light

Reborn in the City of Light

Ethan Prescott woke from a car crash with amnesia, a powerful billionaire adrift in a sea of forgotten memories, clinging to the only person who claimed to know him: Cassandra, his supposed secret love who whispered tales of escaping his 'controlling' fiancée, Alexandra. Just as Ethan questioned Cassandra's flimsy narrative and felt the warmth of forgotten affection for Alex, a devastating video surfaced, brutally exposing the truth: his passionate affair with Cassandra wasn't a post-accident manipulation, but a deep betrayal that happened before his injury, even on his actual anniversary with Alex. Alex, heartbroken and disgusted by his shocking duplicity and narcissistic desire to "have it all," swiftly invoked the "Paris Clause," a hidden agreement that instantly stripped Ethan of 75% of his company shares, froze his trust fund for ten years, and permanently banned him from Paris and her life. Plunged into a self-destructive spiral fueled by alcohol and regret, Ethan, after cruelly casting Cassandra aside, then faced a menacing blackmailer revealing an even darker, decade-old secret: an accidental death he'd caused, meticulously covered up by his powerful family. How could one man be so blind, so selfish, and so utterly reckless, systematically dismantling every pillar of his privileged life for fleeting, illicit thrills, now trapped in a deepening quagmire of endless consequences? As Alex found solace and new affection in the romantic, liberating streets of Paris, a city now forever out of Ethan' s reach, he was left consumed by the creeping recognition that he was paying the ever-rising, chilling price of his colossal mistakes.