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Reborn to Protect My Twins

Reborn to Protect My Twins

The first cries of my son, then my daughter, filled the delivery room. Twins. Mark would have been so proud. A nurse laid them on my chest, tiny and perfect. Then the world tilted. A memory, sharp and brutal, slammed into me. Another life. This exact moment. Giving birth. Aethel Corp. The Thorne family. Damian Thorne. His cold eyes. Cassandra Vance, his mistress, her fake tears. My baby chosen. Then fire, screaming. My child, gone. And Damian' s hands on me, ending it all. "No," I whispered, clutching my newborns. It wasn't a dream. It was real. It happened. And it was happening again. My heart hammered as Damian Thorne walked in, Cassandra Vance on his arm. They were here. Just like before. I fell to my knees, renouncing any claim, begging him to let us leave, to sever all ties to the Thorne family. He forced me to the Serenity Pines retreat, a gilded cage. Cassandra' s 'therapy dog' lunged straight for my twins, its teeth snapping, and Damian blamed me. Later, Cassandra framed me, claiming I cursed her child, convincing Damian I was a source of dark energy. "Take her children!" he ordered, intent on a "cleansing ritual" for my newborns. I fought and clawed, begging him to take me instead, to leave my babies alone. He wouldn't listen. They dragged me out, tying me to a lone tree in a brewing storm. He left me exposed, alone, to die, just like before. I stared at the hidden burner phone, a fragile lifeline. Genevieve Thorne. The Empress Dowager. My only hope. Could she act fast enough?
Paige (A Second Chance Romance)

Paige (A Second Chance Romance)

"You can't deny everything just like that" I screamed at my so called boyfriend as tears welled up in my eyes, "Well watch me" he said casually,crashing on the sofa in his room, "We have to find a solution to this pregnancy,you can expect me to abort our baby"I said trying to make him see things from a better perspective but the look on his face just proves how stupid he thinks I am right now, "Your baby not ours"he said shocking me, "Are you seriously denying sleeping with me and getting me pregnant" I screamed at him as I let my tears flow freely from my eyes, "Look I accept that I slept with you but I definitely didn't get you pregnant,why don't you ask all your numerous lovers maybe one of them will accept that they released their shit into you" he said with a bored expression on his face, "What are you talking about,I don't have any other boyfriend apart from you"I said trying to fight the truth that was staring at me, "Oh please spare me all these, whenever you are done with this drama leave and shut the door behind you"he said getting up and walking to the bathroom while I stared at him wide eyed, "Just so you know,if anyone asks you who is responsible for that thing your carrying and you call my name,I promise you I will deny ever knowing you at all and trust me when I say I'll make your life miserable" he finally said before walking into the bathroom shutting the door behind him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Twenty-two years old Paige Moretti is struggling with her son and her very demanding job with low salary,she lives her life full of sadness and regret and to why she made the mistake that changed her whole life but things take a huge turn when her boss had a meeting with someone she never wanted to see again in life,Jace Russo.......read and find out what faith has in stall for them after 6 years....
His Blind Revenge

His Blind Revenge

"Why am I here, Ariv?", She asked him while clutching her clothes tightly. She was nervous because She was alone with the beast. "For Welcoming your death", He said as his gazes were screaming and sending chills down her spine. "Death?", She murmured and her breathing labored because of his words and those intense gaze. Ariv chuckled darkly when he saw fear, pain, and panic in her black eyes. Sweats started to form on her forehead. "I don't want to die", She thought and stared back into his chocolate brown eyes which held power and ruthlessness. It was clear to her now that her cover was blown away. "You're a Beast", She shouted at him but he laughed sinisterically. While looking at her and replied in his monotone voice, "I'm worse than the BEAST. ~Ariv Arjun Kashyap (Fai) is 20 years old, the youngest Quadruplet of Arjun and Pashika Kashyap, and is a complete Bad Boy with a Rough and Tough Personality. He loves his family and his baby sister is his heart. A straightforward BEAST who always says to the point whether you like it or not? But something went wrong in his life when someone dared to hurt his baby sister and now BEAST is raging in fire to take his Revenge. ~ChitraGandha Aggarwal twenty-two-year-old Beauty is trapped in the world of darkness and searching for the light. What will happen when they clash or unknowingly BEAUTY herself gets trapped in the unseen world of the BEAST? One is Fire 'Beast' & Another one is Water 'Beauty' In all these games of revenge, ChitraGandha has a secret hidden in her heart and doesn't want anyone to know about this but Beast is ready to unveil every secret of her in the journey of HIS BLIND REVENGE. [Mature Content 18+, age gap, dark romance, Mystery/ thriller]. Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️
From Frumpy to CEO: Her Reckoning

From Frumpy to CEO: Her Reckoning

As the heiress to Vance Corp, I was groomed to inherit a multi-billion dollar empire, but everyone, especially the four "Vance Fellows" meant to be my future partners, saw me as the awkward, frumpy girl who couldn' t possibly lead. I even harbored a foolish crush on Julian Hayes, the charismatic golden boy among them. Then, our corporate systems were hit by a catastrophic cyberattack, bleeding millions by the minute. As I barked urgent orders to shut down the breach, Julian, instead of helping, just smirked, calling me "hysterical" and letting the company burn, while he and the others consoled my seemingly distraught assistant, Chloe. The company lost over two hundred million dollars under their complacent watch, and my reputation on the board was shattered just as Julian intended: viewed as an unstable, emotional girl unfit to lead. That night, I overheard their cruel laughter: Julian, Chloe, and the others, plotting to steal my company, calling me "frumpy" and "broken," vowing to fire me once they took over. The final straw? Watching Chloe, directed by them, trample my late mother' s cherished rose garden, destroying the last piece of her legacy for their amusement. The pain was a cold, sharp shard, fueled by the sheer betrayal from those I once trusted. How could they be so utterly callous, so consumed by ambition? They continued to underestimate me, spreading malicious rumors, leaking stories of my "erratic behavior" to the press, and isolating me after my father collapsed, thinking I was powerless and broken. They saw surrender in my silence, weakness in my grief, and a prime opportunity to seize everything I held dear. They were so, so wrong. From that moment, the awkward heiress was gone, replaced by a woman forged in fire. I moved in the shadows, meticulously planning their downfall. Now, watch me walk into that shareholders' meeting, not as a victim, but as the true CEO. Watch me reclaim my legacy. And watch them face the thunder of my quiet storm.
Heir of Revenge

Heir of Revenge

There's only one thing Fathia understands. How much she adores his touch and everything he can give her tonight. All the things that have ever crossed her mind are now vividly projected by the man. Relentlessly. Without pause. And what surprises Fathia even more is that everything seems real. But..., "Why?" Fathia asked in frustration. Her eyes wide open, glaring sharply as their breaths raced against each other. The man positioned himself right above her, giving a slight, dismissive smile. But truly, in the darkness of his eyes, the man couldn't wait any longer. It took her months to realize how tormented she was by the distance between them. "One... or two?" He withdrew his fingers that had been inside Fathia. The clear liquid from within enveloped them. Slowly, he brought those fingers to touch the flushed cheek of the girl beneath him. Fathia grumbled in annoyance. "I'm done!" She roughly pushed the man's body off hers. Quickly, she gathered the scattered clothes. Don't ask about her face; it's a complete mess. Her cheeks are burning red. Angry. "You sure?" Sebastian chuckled. His eyes seemed relaxed as he watched the ash-brown-haired girl start dressing. Some reddish marks from their previous intimacy were evident in a few spots. "Don't play games with me, Sebastian. Finish it," Fathia turned and gave him a piercing look. "Or I'm leaving." "Your choice. I just want to make sure both you and I are satisfied. That's all." Fathia rolled her eyes in exasperation. She quickly covered her thighs with a cloth. "Oh, I just remembered. I have plans with Kenzo in two hours." Fathia could see how his jet-black eyes clouded over again. The intimate aura from before changed so quickly. Was Fathia scared? No. Ah, it's more than just fear. She desired it too. In one swift move, the man pulled her back to him. Holding her tight without mercy. "In your dream!" Fathia laughed triumphantly. "Never play games with me, Sebastian. Never." Meanwhile ... Jess didn't pay much attention to her surroundings. Even if there was a powerful 10 on the Richter scale earthquake, Jess didn't care. Her world consisted of only; the cafe, the apartment, Fathia's house, and An Flower. Living peacefully without any disturbances, that was her hope. However, her life was no longer peaceful. Where a Dirdja followed her like a wart. Clung to her like a leech. Engaged her in debates until all the patience Jess had been exhausted. Jess had tried everything to get rid of him, even if she had to borrow Voldemort's magic wand to chant the Avada Kedavra spell. To erase Kenzo's existence from her life, of course. Where their conflict ultimately ended up in bed. Turning her world upside down as well... adding to the series of pain she experienced. Until she said in the saddest voice she had, "Please, stay away from me. Please." After being truly alone, is this really what Jess wants?" *** Enjoy ready this story to all my reader. Hope you like it.
BILLIONAIRE LEGAL WIFE

BILLIONAIRE LEGAL WIFE

"Would you allow me to sip on your coffee cup?" he asked. Whenever he tried to entice her, she quickly found a reason to avoid it. But he wouldn't settle for that. As time passed, he found himself more challenged by this woman who seemed unfazed by his charisma. "No," she quickly replied, her smile widening. "Why not? I don't have any contagious illnesses." "I'll do it for you," she answered. But before she could get up, he took the paper cup and brought it to his lips. "Iced coffee in the morning?" He raised an eyebrow when he realized it was cold. He immediately placed the glass back on her table. "I prefer it cold," she replied. He waited for her to take it back so she could drink. Perhaps she felt embarrassed, which is why she took another sip. "Now you just tasted my lips, sweetheart," he said with a smile while she still held the glass. He also noticed her cheeks turn slightly red. "How does it taste?" "It tastes like coffee," she shrugged and turned her attention back to the screen. Her reactions were starting to irritate him. He quickly stood up and headed to his office. Not even five minutes later, she entered his office with a pen and a few folders. He stood up and sat on the edge of the desk in front of her. "What's my schedule for today, sweetheart?" "You have only three meetings today because Mr. del Mundo suddenly canceled yesterday," she replied. "Yesterday was Sunday, Anikka." "He called my number," she answered, furrowing her brows at him. "He's calling you off office hours?" He handed Anikka the company phone she was supposed to use. It slipped his mind that clients would use it to call her even when she was off duty. "Just to cancel the meeting for today," she quickly explained. "Is Oliver calling you often?" he asked, referring to the supplier who now stood in front of her table. "Sort of." She shrugged again. He cursed quietly. "Add my visit to Zenclub at six in my schedule later," he instructed and returned to his swivel chair. "You're going with me," he added. "That's not within office hours, Jayzee," she declined, as he expected. He didn't pay any attention to her, instead starting to go through the folders she brought. "You will now be in charge of taking minutes of the meeting from now on," he also ordered, a task usually handled by his father's secretary. "You'll be with me in the conference room later." "A bit sudden, isn't it?" she smirked. He, on the other hand, was boiling with irritation at the thought that Oliver was often talking to her when she wasn't in the office. "It's part of your job as my secretary. I didn't assign it right away because you're still new." "Okay, boss," she said, teasingly this time, still smiling while he was serious. "Is there anything else you need?" "I need a coffee," he said without looking at her. "Hot or cold?" she asked. He stared at her, seeing her amused by his apparent annoyance. "I don't drink cold coffee, sweetheart." He looked at her intently. "I want it as 'hot' as you." He emphasized the last part, but she still didn't react. She left his office for a moment before returning with a cup of coffee. "Here's your hot coffee, sir," she said, still teasing him. He stood up to meet her. "Is this as hot as you?" he asked playfully, deliberately taking her hand as she handed him the cup. If she thought she could outsmart him with teasing, she was wrong. And if Oliver thought he could beat him to the girl, he was also wrong. He wouldn't be Jayzee Albano if he could be easily surpassed by another man. "You decide," she replied, waiting for him to take a sip of the coffee to answer his question. "I can't decide yet," he said after taking a sip. In truth, he had burned himself slightly because the coffee was still hot. But he had to stand by his words. "Why not?" she challenged him. "Because I haven't tasted you," he almost whispered, automatically placing one hand on her waist and kissing her in surprise. He quickly placed the cup on the table and raised his other hand to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss. To his surprise, Anikka responded in a way that showed she knew how to drive him further from reason. They both struggled to catch their breath afterwards. "I think you're hotter," he quickly said to dispel any awkwardness between them. She didn't respond, but quickly turned and left his room. He sat back in the swivel chair. Her mouth was sweet; a mixture of mint and coffee. He had answered one curiosity about Anikka - how she kissed and what her kisses tasted like. He was sure that was her first. He smiled and felt a sense of pride. He promised himself that wouldn't be the first and last. Welcome to my world, Anikka Merced... he said to himself.