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Sweet Revenge: Kissing My Ex's Uncle

Sweet Revenge: Kissing My Ex's Uncle

Eleanora arrived at the city's most exclusive club with a custom cake, ready to surprise her boyfriend of six years, Kason, for his birthday. But when she opened the suite door, she found him pressing her cousin Brielle against the sofa, kissing her passionately. Brielle splashed red wine over Eleanora's silk dress, mocking her as a passionless dead fish. "Get out. Don't stand there and ruin my night." Kason didn't even look guilty as he waved her away like a nuisance. Fleeing in tears, Eleanora accidentally drank a spiked cocktail and stumbled into a dark penthouse pool. She was pulled from the water by Horace Reeves—Kason's terrifying, billionaire uncle and the ruthless black sheep of the family. Drugged and hallucinating, she clung to him and whispered Kason's name. "Since he didn't want you, I'll be happy to take his place." That single word triggered a dark, possessive fury in the billionaire as he pinned her to his bed, claiming her completely. Waking up covered in bruises, she realized her six years of blind loyalty had been a complete joke. She had escaped a cheating boyfriend only to be trapped by the most dangerous predator in Manhattan. Forced by her mother to attend a family dinner that very night, she was suddenly dragged into a dark VIP room by Horace. He kissed her brutally against the door, just as Kason and Brielle walked by and pushed it open. Seeing his uncle pressing his ex-girlfriend against the wall, Kason's jaw went slack in absolute shock. Horace slowly lifted his head, his eyes like chips of ice as he looked at his nephew. "Get out."
Left To Die: The Wife's Spectacular Comeback

Left To Die: The Wife's Spectacular Comeback

Elliana sat on the cold marble floor, staring at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test. Overjoyed, she went to her husband Garrett’s study to surprise him. But the room was empty. On his iPad, she accidentally opened a muted security video from the night before. As a graphic novelist trained in facial anatomy, she easily read Garrett’s lips as he spoke to their housekeeper. "Increase the hallucinogens and the birth control. Let her become a complete lunatic." The truth shattered her reality. Her three years of inexplicable exhaustion and mental collapses were orchestrated to keep her away from her ex-fiancé, who was now married to Garrett’s sister, Cristina. The nightmare worsened during a horrific highway crash. As their SUV flipped and caught fire, Garrett ruthlessly abandoned a pregnant Elliana in the crushed backseat. He dragged Cristina to safety, leaving Elliana to burn. She survived, but her right hand—her drawing hand—was permanently destroyed. Lying in the hospital with her career ruined and her intellectual property stolen by the husband who forged her signature while she was drugged, a freezing void of hatred consumed her. She was nothing but a sedated decoy to hide Garrett's twisted, incestuous obsession with his own sister. When Garrett knelt by her hospital bed with fake tears, Elliana didn't scream or expose him. Instead, she forced a pathetic, dependent smile, playing the perfect broken wife. She was going back to his penthouse to steal his encrypted files, ready to feed him to Manhattan's most cutthroat divorce lawyer and watch his empire burn.
His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Designer

His Unwanted Wife Is A Genius Designer

For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world. But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle. The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch. When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son. "Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing. And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down. I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile. The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe. It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.
FLYING HIGH WITH HIM

FLYING HIGH WITH HIM

Neither She is a Damsel in Distress nor She need a Knight in Shining Armour Falling in love is easy, staying in love is tricky, But at the end of the day Anything Worth Having Is Worth Fighting For. ************* "Do you really think you can make me do this?" I asked in my most intimidating voice or the least I tried to. "Yes" And my dear friends I lost it "Who do you think you are? This is my life no one I mean NO ONE can make my decisions at least not any random stranger.So it's better you show yourself out before I completely lose it" and finally I looked straight into his eyes and God I never regretted anything more than that in my entire 22 years of existence not even when I accidentally spilled coffee over my haughty Principal. He got me captivated in those intimidating yet beautiful blue ocean. I knew at that moment I will never be able to look at the sky and stop myself from thinking about him. Determination,confidence,amusement is it admiration which I see? For whom?Me??? "I am Alexander Brown.And I am not a stranger atleast not for long.Yes I can make you mine or I can never guarantee whether you will get to complete your internship as a matter of fact even start it" My breath hitched, my eyes welled up but NO not in front of this handsome arrogant monster.No I can do better than that. So I asked what I felt right "Why?" "I need a wife,I chose you" ................................................................. Nathasha Brooke 22 yrs old, hard headed,strong hearted South Indian girl who fought through the odds for her dreams Life is going good for her with her Three siblings for life and a somewhat supportive family But then Comes Alexander Brown a self-made Billionaire The journey through two different cultures, language, family and above all two hearts. Will he give her wings or destroy it? Join the journey of Nathasha Brooke and Alexander Brown.