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His Empire Crumbles, Her Love Soars

His Empire Crumbles, Her Love Soars

My son Leo's panicked cry ripped through our Queens apartment. He was seizing, turning blue, his little body rigid. I dropped everything, scooped him up, and raced to the hospital, only to be told the closest ambulance was twenty minutes away. My only hope was my sputtering ten-year-old sedan, a humiliating relic from before my real estate mogul husband, Franklin West, declared bankruptcy. But traffic was a nightmare, and a detour spat me out into Times Square, where hundred-dollar bills were fluttering from the sky. And there he was, Franklin West, on a rooftop stage, arms outstretched like a king, beside a young, beautiful, and very pregnant Janel Morales, his cruel real estate agent. My "bankrupt" husband was literally making it rain money, orchestrating an obscene publicity stunt. I called him, desperate. "Franklin, it's Leo! He's sick, he can't breathe. I'm stuck. I need you." He dismissed me, claiming he was hiding from creditors in a Jersey motel, then hung up, turning to kiss his mistress tenderly. He didn't love us. He was standing on a rooftop with his pregnant mistress, throwing away more money than I had seen in a year, while our son struggled for every breath. The rage and betrayal felt like acid in my stomach. How could he lie so brazenly, so monstrously, while our son was dying? How could he choose a public spectacle and a new family over his own child? A dam inside me broke. The love, the trust, the years I had dedicated to this man-it was all gone. He had made his choice. Now I had to save our son. Alone.
'MAID FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

'MAID FOR THE BILLIONAIRE

"Ugh, you're so annoying!" I stammered at him. I felt like I was struggling to breathe from chasing after my breath. "Y-you know I can't serve you properly... but why did you ask for this?" I wanted to curse. Why do I keep stammering?! I saw him grin. "I just want you to serve me... what's wrong with that, Baby? Hmm..." He bit his lower lip. I swallowed hard, feeling my heart pound. He said it near my ear, almost sending shivers down my spine. I might faint. I'm nervous, despite the fact that we're so close, even though this mansion has centralized air conditioning. What's happening? Why am I feeling so hot?! "Serve? I don't want to!" I pushed him hard, but he didn't budge. "Just find someone else! After all, you're a billionaire... you can easily do that, so why bother with me?!" I shouted at him again. Even though we were so close, I don't have bad breath, so it's okay. "I. Only. Want. You." He said slowly and firmly. "Tell me, baby what's hard to understand?" I was surprised when he suddenly walked out, loosening his necktie in irritation. I was left with my mouth hanging open at what he said. It seems like I really angered him. It looks like I have no choice but to serve him properly besides I'm the billionaire's maid. Maybe it's better to serve him well and maybe our 5-year contract could be reduced by a year or two. I'll just be his personal maid. There's nothing difficult about that. But there's one thing I'm afraid of, something I know all too well about myself. But we're not like before. We may be of the same age, but we're really far apart now. He's grown up to be a great young man while I'm stuck with the same old me. And I don't even know if I did grow. I sighed, thinking about the new day that I'll once again be serving him. I used to be his childhood friend. Now he's turned into the youngest billionaire of our generation. That makes me the billionaire's maid. And that makes me feel like I shouldn't cross the boundaries and walls I've built between us. It's just me, Jearri, nothing so special... and he is Laxer, the billionaire. I held my chest, feeling the rhythm of my heartbeat. Dear heart, please know your limitations.
Marry First, Love Later

Marry First, Love Later

'Callie,' he began, his voice husky, 'crying over your ex-boyfriend won't solve anything.' Confusion etched across her face, Callie furrowed her brows. 'Then what will?' she demanded, her voice tinged with frustration. Elias leaned closer, his warm breath caressing her cheek. 'You need to show him what he's lost. Find a man who's more handsome, more powerful, and richer than him. Then, make a grand entrance into his life with your new partner.' Callie scoffed, her eyes rolling in disbelief. 'Where am I supposed to find someone like that?' Elias's fingers gently lifted her chin, locking their gazes together. 'I can be that man,' he said. 'If you agree to be with me, I'll protect you from any harm, including your ex-boyfriend.' ********************************************** Elias Westwood, billionaire heir turned professional solider, a commanding presence on the battlefield, conceals a tender heart that beats for only one woman--Callie Hawthorne, a fearless surgical resident, possesses an innocent charm and wields her skills like a warrior in the operating theatre. Their first encounter thrusts them into a dangerous game of deception. Elias uses Callie as a pawn, their lips locked in a passionate kiss, fooling his pursuers. In that moment, Callie feels the allure of the enigmatic soldier, and a strange connection sparks between them. An impulsive decision seals their fate-a hasty marriage to escape an arranged union and prove Callie's readiness to move on from a past love. Little did they know, this act would propel them onto an unforeseen path. Amidst the chaos of war, Elias risks his life for his countrymen, while Callie tends to the wounded and shelters refugees. In the midst of battle, a tender love blossoms. Elias's strength and haunting scars captivate Callie, who shares the pain of being an orphan. She admires his unwavering bravery, finding solace in their shared experiences. Yet, their bond faces relentless challenges. Women vie for Elias's attention, while men yearn for Callie's affection. Sinister forces within the army conspire against Elias, and false accusations threaten to tear Callie away from the man she loves. And Elia's search for the truth about his parents' deaths leads him to confront one of the country's most powerful families. Passion collides with suspense, and love battles against those who seek to tear them apart. Will Elias and Callie emerge unscathed from the shadows, or will their sacrifices shatter their dreams forever? Discover their fight for a future filled with hope, trust, and the promise of a happy ending.
The Villain's Secret: Reborn for Love

The Villain's Secret: Reborn for Love

I signed the forms, my final act of defiance against a cruel inheritance. My time was short, a merciless illness stealing my future, just like it had taken my mother and grandmother. So, I had to hurt the man I loved, Ethan, make him despise me, so he wouldn't mourn what he thought he'd lost. I had built a fortress of hatred around myself, shielding him from the truth of my fading life. He became cold, rich, and brought women home, his vengeance a constant reminder of my fabricated betrayal. But his latest paramour, Isabelle, proved to be far more vicious. She found my hidden medical files, uncovering the terminal secret I'd fought so hard to keep. Then, in a fit of cruel jealousy, she caused the accidental death of Leo, our beloved ginger cat, my only comfort and last tangible link to the Ethan I once loved. Isabelle then delivered her brutal ultimatum: "End it quickly, or I'll tell him everything about your illness, about your deception, about how you manipulated him into thinking you only cared for money." She threatened to strip away the bitter peace I was trying to leave him. The choice was excruciating: allow Ethan to grieve a villain, or force him to bear the unbearable truth of my sacrifice and his own unwitting torment during my slow demise. My heart ached with the silent agony of this final cruelty. How could I possibly let him find out the truth? It tore at my soul, but there was only one path left for me to take. So I cooked his favorite meal, whispered a final, hateful lie, and then, in cold earnest, ended my own life, leaving him with the memory of a mercenary wife, sparing him the grief. But death rarely keeps its promises. I awoke, gasping, in a time that shouldn't exist, finding myself on the precipice of a fate I had already lived, a second chance I never asked for, ready to make a different choice.
Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance

Reborn: A Husband's Vengeance

The sterile smell of the hospital room was the last thing I remembered. Cancer had eaten away at me, my career crumbled, my fortune gone. Then I saw them: my perfectly made-up wife, Sarah, and our sullen son, Billy, standing by my deathbed. "Just sign the papers, Mark," she' d said, her voice devoid of warmth, talking about my last company shares for David' s "venture." David. The man she' d been sleeping with for years, Billy' s biological father. I remembered the fake charity events, the money diverted, my childhood home sold to cover his gambling debts. I remembered how she' d helped my mother take her car to a "new mechanic," and how, as I lay dying, Sarah laughed, confessing to tampering with the brakes. "She never liked me anyway," she' d whispered, her face inches from mine, "And Billy... Does he look anything like you? You pathetic idiot." The monitor flatlined as Billy turned away in disgust and Sarah smiled, victorious. My life had been a lie, a crushing weight of betrayal. Then, I gasped. The air was clean; I was in my living room, strong and healthy. Across from me stood Sarah, looking exactly as she did ten years ago. "Mark," she said, her voice sharp and final. "I want a divorce." The words echoed. I was back at the starting point of my nightmare, but this time, I wasn't the naive husband. I knew every detail of the fire, and a strange, shimmering number hovered above her head: [$8,150,432]. It was her net worth. Then David walked in, and above his head glowed a stark, alarming red: [-$20,789,140]. I could see what people were worth. I was reborn, armed with the truth, and this time, the ending would be different.
Her Crown, Her Vengeance

Her Crown, Her Vengeance

My entire life revolved around Ashworth Creatives, the agency I poured my soul into building, and my fiancé, Ethan. Tonight was meant to be my crowning achievement, sealing a colossal client deal and my future within the powerful Ashworth family who' d adopted me. Then, I saw Ethan' s phone. A text from my manipulative adoptive sister, Chloe: "Heard you' re taking Ava to the gala tonight. Don' t forget our little after-party, just us. ;)" Beneath it, a damning video: Ethan and Chloe, laughing, intertwined in my private guesthouse. Chloe was draped in my deceased mother' s diamond necklace, a "gift" from Ethan, according to his text. My blood ran cold. They weren't just having an affair; they were plotting to use my marriage to secure my assets, then throw me aside, giving my agency to her. The Ashworths had groomed me, controlled me, and now, they planned to discard me like trash. I was a means to their end, and Ethan, their willing, despicable pawn. The gala-my moment of triumph-threatened to become my public humiliation. But a cold, unyielding rage ignited inside me, far stronger than any despair. I wouldn't be their victim; I would dismantle them all, piece by agonizing piece. My fingers flew across my own phone, dialing a number I' d heard whispered about, for "companions." "I need an escort," I stated, my voice flat, holding back a torrent of fury. "Tonight. For the industry gala. For a performance. You need to act like my devoted boyfriend." My revenge would be calculated, public, and absolute.