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Second Chance at Being Mrs. Sinclair

Second Chance at Being Mrs. Sinclair

"I may not know what you want or what you like or whatnot but you have shown me that you want out of this marriage and that's one thing that I know I'm going to help you with it" Callum replied and Athaliah smiled mirthlessly. "That is what you want. That's what you've always wanted. You are the one who went to work on our wedding night without saying a word to me. You are the one who leaves the house before I wake up and come back when I'm asleep. You are the one who treats me like a plague, someone you can't stand for a long time, and you've done that for two years Callum and now you dare to stand in front of me and tell me I showed you I wanted out of this marriage" Athaliah said shaking her head. "How dare you?" she shot at him. **************************** Bound by a marriage forged in the crucible of misunderstanding, Athaliah and Callum found themselves tethered to a union neither of them wanted. Athaliah' compelled by familial duty and Callum, driven by his grandfather's desire. The union was doomed to crumble and fail. Within a mere two years, after his grandfather's death, the ties that bond them together snapped, and with two signatures, their paths were set separate and different from each other. Fate, that fickle mistress, intervened years later, bringing them back to each other's orbit igniting the spark and electric connection anew and the both of them dared to grasp at the second chance fate had offered. But then again, history began to repeat itself, patterns began to replay, and Athaliah and Callum are faced with their shared past, forced to confront the ghosts of their past. With new revelations and unfolding layers of complexity, the fabric of their relationship was stretching thin, and Athaliah's perception is shattered after unearthing a scared truth.
Bound By You

Bound By You

Hayden Lancaster is a man who is a cold, untouchable billionaire and the CEO of Lancaster Incorperated. He is the most feared business man in the whole of London because he is known for his shrewd business style and a shark in the world of entrepreneurs. Hayden lives a secret life, however. He is an assassin who has killed many important people. No one knows he is the man behind the mask and so they refer to him as the 'dark night'. For years, nobody has been able to uncover his identity-until her. Cassidy Jenkins has been through hell. She has been adandoned by her mother and left to fend for herself at the age of fifteen, after being brutally abused by her step-father and step-brother. Now, at the age of twenty-fiver, she is working as one of the cleaning staff at Lancaster Inc., trying to make ends meet and live a quiet life in a world that has never been kind to her. But when Hayden sets his sights on her, his obssession blazes and he will do anything to have her. Cassidy is everything that Hayden never thought that he needed. Her sweet innocence draws him to her like a moth to a flame, but unknown to him, she is a huge threat to the walls that he has built heavily around himself. He drags her into his twisted world of dark secrets and sin, as enemies begin to close in on the two of them. Diane Cole, Hayden's bitter ex-secretary has made an alliance with Hayden's rival to bring him down and take the one thing he has begun to care about the most-Cassidy. In a world of dark secrets, blood, betrayal, and dark and burning desires, Hayden must protect the things that he cares about the most even if that means going to lengths that he would never go. He would burn the whole world down to make sure that nothing will ever come between them
'The Innocent Mistress

'The Innocent Mistress

"Ohhh! Fa-Faster please." "I can't hear you, baby?" he teased, slowing down his movements while intensifying his entry. I grasped his hips to encourage him to go deeper. "Come on, speed up." "Alright, baby," he said, quickening his pace once more. As he moved with unmatched speed, he continuously kissed my lips. I liked it. I wanted to give him everything. He was the man who made me feel different. I felt like I would be deeply hurt once he left me. So, I would do everything to be the only woman for him. We embraced each other, and I gasped as he exerted his final strength. I took a deep breath and accepted the warm liquid he released within me. We kissed again and smiled at each other. He withdrew from me and lay beside me. He hugged me, and I leaned against his chest, closing my eyes. "Flirt!" I woke up as someone yanked my hair, wincing in pain, especially when it pulled me down onto the bed. "Suzane!" "Damn you all! Damn you, Atreo!" Confused, I wrapped the sheet around my naked body. I looked at the beautiful, sophisticated woman, well-dressed, probably their age or maybe Atreo's sister. "Suzane, please, not here." I glanced at both of them, trying to understand why the woman was crying. The woman looked at me, and I stood up. I was shocked when she slapped me, so I touched my cheeks and looked at her. I saw her tears and anger on her face. "You flirt! You managed to get involved with my husband!" I was almost paralyzed and couldn't breathe after what she said. Husband? Atreo was her husband? I looked at Atreo Ripler Alvarez. The man I thought was single. The man I thought could be mine. "Grace, let me explain." I cried, feeling like I wanted to sink into the ground because of my situation. I was disgusted with myself. I ran out with only the sheet covering my nakedness. I could barely see the way because of my tears blurring my vision. "You are nothing but a mistress, Grace."
The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

The Stand-In Wife's Spectacular Comeback

For three years, I was nothing but a ghost in my marriage, a pathetic stand-in forced to dress exactly like my billionaire husband's dead fiancée. On our third anniversary, he left me to face armed intruders in our remote estate alone. When I called him begging for help, he mocked me for faking a home invasion for attention and hung up to comfort his mistress. The nightmare only got worse. The next night, my stepmother and half-sister drugged me at a family gala, trying to ruin me by handing me over to a sleazy producer. I escaped into a pitch-black hotel suite, only to be overpowered by a drugged stranger in the dark. Traumatized and covered in bruises, I secretly took an emergency contraceptive pill. When my husband found the crumpled receipt on the floor, he didn't ask if I was hurt or where the violent marks on my neck came from. "You cheap whore. You broke the loyalty contract." He drafted the divorce papers immediately, stripping me of every penny, and ordered me thrown onto the street. He thought without his wealth, I wouldn't survive a day in New York and would come crawling back to him like a dog. I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly signed the papers, dropped my diamond ring on his glass table, and walked out. What my arrogant ex-husband didn't know was that before I became his obedient shadow, I was "Lan"—the legendary, anonymous fashion designer the entire world was desperately looking for. Now, I was taking back my empire.