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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. * *
The Gynecologist

The Gynecologist

THE GYNECOLOGIST WRITTEN BY SUNNY JOHN :::::::::::::: :::::::::::::: Prologue "Are you insinuating that I am FAT?" My icy blue eyes narrow at Curtis as he mumbles a ridiculous speculation. A soft chuckle escapes out of his mouth which I really find annoying, sometimes. He brushes his nails against his cheek to top it off—one of his habits that makes me want to shoot a poor little chicken in rage. Don't get me wrong... I love chickens and other feathery little bits. They're noisy creatures who just want to live in peace. It's just that, this guy over here can get on my nerves sometimes. I am pretty much self-actualized that I am nowhere chubby. "You've been missing your periods, Sweetheart. What else could it be?" he responds ignorantly. He is perpetually concentrating on his iPhone X's big screen for about ten minutes now as if I do not exist. I take a peek at it and my eyes widen when I notice that he is actually watching porn. Hardcore porn. I try my best to avoid allowing my eyes to dart over the screen. Having a glimpse of it makes me want to puke. He doesn't even give me the courtesy of at least tilting his mobile away from my line of vision. The perks of having a naughty best friend... "Can you just at least, pause that filthy video for a few seconds and listen to me?" "Oh, Lily. Relax, will you? Whatever happens, whether you're pregnant or not, always remember that behind those clouds..." he mumbles, still not looking at me. I anticipate on whatever words of wisdom he will throw at me, even though I know it will be pointless. ".
From Gala Humiliation to Corporate Vengeance

From Gala Humiliation to Corporate Vengeance

Ellie Vance, Chairwoman of Vance Legacy Holdings, brought her daughter, Chloe, to a school gala. Her husband, David Miller, an SVP at her family's company, had claimed urgent VLH business. But Ellie saw him on stage: beaming, accepting an award. Beside him, Sophia Hayes-his college girlfriend and VLH employee-and her young son. They looked like a family. The knot in Ellie's stomach turned to ice. When Ellie confronted him, David embraced Sophia and Ethan, declaring, "This is my answer." Later, Chloe cried, "That's my Daddy! She's the mistress!" The crowd laughed. David, her husband, then announced, "I don't know these people," even shoving Chloe away. His text followed: "Stop causing a scene. You' re embarrassing yourself." How could he deny them? The man whose career depended on VLH, her company. The humiliation deepened as Sophia threw cash, and the crowd, VLH partners, jeered. The final blow: Sophia posted doctored videos online, portraying Ellie as an unhinged stalker, inciting cyberbullying. Then, a junior lawyer, dispatched by David, threatened Ellie with a multi-million dollar VLH lawsuit. The injustice burned, cold and precise. He'd used her company to attack her and her child. A profound silence fell. Ellie met David's smirk, Sophia's triumph, and the sneering faces. "As of this moment," Ellie declared, voice steady, eyes ice, facing the lawyer, "you're fired." This was the Chairwoman's public declaration of war.
When Family Becomes A Prison

When Family Becomes A Prison

For seven years, I lived a life of gilded gratitude, managing the Ashworths' sprawling estate and their demanding schedules. I was the loyal husband to Jessica, the devoted stay-at-home dad to Sophie, constantly reminded of the "debt" I owed for their rescue. My world revolved around their convenience, their expectations, their rules. On paper, I had everything: a wealthy family, a beautiful home, even a new promotion at their company. Then, after a rare night out celebrating that promotion, I returned to the house I managed. The security code was rejected. I tried again. Rejected. Through the window, I saw Sophie's shadow. I called her name, desperate, but she vanished. Jessica had changed the codes, and told our daughter not to open the door. The humiliation was a cold, hard knot in my gut, sharper than any betrayal. I spent that night shivering in my car, staring at the house that was never truly mine. The next morning, facing Jessica and her parents, I declared I wanted a divorce, willing to walk away penniless. Their scoffing, their incredulity, Mrs. Ashworth' s icy question, "Where would you go? What would you do?" rang like a prison sentence. They saw a man throwing away everything they' d "given" him, unable to comprehend the seven years of silently endured disrespect, the slow suffocation of my spirit. They thought it was about a security code, but it was about every condescending glance, every undermining comment, every minute I' d spent playing their grateful puppet. My gratitude, once a heavy cloak, had finally become an unbearable chain. So, I left. I walked away from the Ashworths, the mansion, the gilded cage, and the woman who never truly saw me. With nothing but an old pickup and a dilapidated family cabin, I began building something new, brick by painful brick, not for them, but for myself. This wasn't an end; it was finally a beginning.
The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

"I think you enjoyed at least part of your punishment last night, sweetheart." "No," I whispered, my voice barely audible, my eyes still on his hand, on his fingers as they drew small circles that made my toes curl on my exposed, sensitive skin. He moved closer to me, making a small gasp push past my lips as I looked up, our gazes colliding. "Relax. Do you know what the fun part is, Lana? It doesn't always have to be a punishment. It could be something... exciting too. Something you'll most definitely like." — To save her entire family from the Stravkos Mafia - which was the most powerful Mafia family in Tuscany, Italy - Then sixteen-year old Solana Williams agrees to take her sister's place and becomes a sacrificial lamb - becoming Abel Stravkos' wife. Theirs is just a mere marriage of convenience, but now older, wiser and twenty-three, Solana vows revenge for all they did to her family by making Abel's life a living nightmare. Abel Stravkos does not need a wife, but with his cold-hearted father handling the helm of affairs, he's helpless to object. His heart isn't tied to this strange, beautiful, vengeful woman who's been forced down his throat. But the line between love and hate is thin, and Solana's staunch disobedience to his orders fuels his need to control her in every way possible. Driven by revenge, and an undeniable passion sizzling just beneath the surface, it's only a matter of time before their attraction for each other becomes apparent, much to the dismay of his father as well as both internal and external forces trying to pull them apart. Will they ever rise above obstacles lodged in their paths and get their happily-ever-after?