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Daddy's Pampered Lilac

Daddy's Pampered Lilac

Beryl McGraw haven't had her first boyfriend in her whole twenty five years and the last party she went to was her ex crush's. She wasn't that typical girly girl. Not the type of girl that loved to dress or live classily. However, she could have that part of her be blamed for her poor romantic life. Influenced by her sister, Beryl agrees to go to a party to celebrate her new job where she ends up meeting a drunk hottie who tries to pay her for sex. She resumes work the next day only to find out the same man she had slapped last night was her boss, the renowned hot CEO of Rainbows. And it was even more hard to see being the sweet, nice and romantic one with her. Locked gaze triggered nervousness. Every touch caused goosebumps. Every smile caused flusters. Every compliments caused flushes. She never meant to fall in love with. Never thought she'd start liking him so soon. And she never believed she could catch his attention. But of all, she never expected him to pull out a ring and ask her to be his wife on her 26th birthday. And just when everything seemed to be going better between the both of them, when they were both beginning to accept their feelings for each other, when the touches and kisses became the most longed for, Kelvin ex comes demanding for his love again and Beryl's ex crush won't stop tormenting her. Follow the couples on their ride as they struggle for their relationship and love in the mud. Will their love and affections grow stronger or fall apart?
The Underestimated Wife's Revenge

The Underestimated Wife's Revenge

The heavy scent of grilled meat and expensive cologne filled the private room at Harris' Steakhouse. My tech CEO husband, Mark, called it a "boys' night out," but I was there, a silent fixture at the dark wood table, habitually ignored. His tech bro friends, Kevin and Josh, flanked him, their laughter growing too loud. Then, in a momentary lull, I calmly stated, "I' m thinking about it too," referring to getting a divorce. The entire table erupted, not in surprise, but in loud, condescending laughter, Mark' s the loudest of all. He wiped a tear from his eye and sneered, "You? Divorce me? What do you have without me, Sarah? You dropped out of Vassar, remember? For me. You think you can survive for a week without my money?" His friend Kevin, already flushed from too much wine, then slurred a public dare, "If you actually divorce Mark, I swear, I' ll live-stream chugging a blended concoction of the grossest things!" They truly believed I was a fragile, dependent ornament, easily controlled. They saw only a trophy wife, utterly incapable of independent thought or action. They didn't see the cold, hard knot of pure resolve tightening inside my gut. They certainly didn't know about the countless hours I'd spent in our Atherton mansion's library, diligently studying California community property law. A tiny, almost imperceptible smile touched my lips as I met their gazes. "No, Mark," I said, standing slowly, my voice cool and even, "I don' t think I will apologize; in fact, I've already had divorce papers drawn up." My lawyer would be in touch with his. Weeks later, when his young intern, Tiffany, smugly tried to announce her fake pregnancy at a family dinner, I exposed Mark's zero sperm count to his horrified mother and everyone present. They had utterly underestimated me, and my meticulously researched plan to reclaim my life had just begun.
The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns

The Masked Heiress: A Ghost Returns

On the glittering night I was set to become CEO of Pearson International and accept Senator Davis’s proposal, my life was a polished diamond. The Plaza ballroom buzzed with an air of my impending coronation. It was everything I had carefully built, every dream on the cusp of reality. Then, a champagne glass from my brother Michael, a whisper of expensive scotch, and a sudden, disorienting haze swept over me. The last thing I remembered was a camera flash and leering faces before darkness consumed me. I woke to my face plastered across every tabloid: “Pearson Heiress in Drunken Orgy!” My world imploded as the Senator’s curt statement ended our engagement, and company stocks plummeted. Confined to a remote villa, stripped of my phone and dignity, I was forcibly medicated, labeled as having a mental breakdown. The bitter taste of betrayal lingered—my own brother, Michael, and his venomous accomplice, Olivia, were behind it all. Their whispers of my “neutralization” and their sickening hints at my father’s “accident” turned my raw shame into a burning, diamond-hard rage. They thought they had buried me. But they were profoundly, catastrophically wrong. Driven by Olivia’s cruel taunts, a desperate, whispered call on an ancient, hidden phone ignited a relentless fire within. Sarah Pearson died that night, but a formidable ghost, Anya Sharma, was just beginning her ascent from the ashes, ready to unleash a reckoning they’d never forget.