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'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.
Her Dead Husband's Betrayal

Her Dead Husband's Betrayal

My husband, Mark Reynolds, was dead. The news hit me like a physical blow, but the real shock came when the funeral home director handed me a notice. Mark owed five million dollars. Five million. We were always struggling, barely making rent. Now, he was gone, leaving me and our five-year-old son, Leo, with an impossible debt. My best friend, Jessica Miller, put her arm around my shoulder, her voice dripping with concern. "Liv, you can' t do this. You have to renounce the inheritance. Think about Leo." I knew this moment. The exact moment it all went wrong before. In my past life, I listened. I signed away everything, desperate to escape the debt. But the debt collectors came anyway. They didn't care about the law. They took Leo. They sent me a small, bloody box. A single, tiny finger bone. My son was murdered. I was trafficked, sold into a hellhole in Myanmar. Years later, I saw a news report. Mark wasn't the broke man I knew. He was the founder of a multi-billion-dollar global conglomerate. His estate, tens of billions, was going to his sole heir. A young boy, standing next to his mother. The mother was Jessica Miller. The boy was her son, Ethan. My best friend, my husband, their son. My life, my poverty, my son' s death-it was all a lie. A sick game they played to ensure her child got everything. The rage burned me alive. I found a way to end my life, seething with impotent hatred. And then, I opened my eyes. The sterile scent of the funeral home. Leo, alive, his small, warm hand in mine. Jessica, standing right in front of me, her face a mask of perfect concern. "Liv, you can' t do this," she said. "You have to renounce the inheritance. Think about Leo." It was the same day. The same moment. This time, I would not make the same mistake. This time, I would claim what was mine. I would burn her world to the ground.
The Call That Ruined Me

The Call That Ruined Me

The world was a blur, not of neon, but of fear, as I made a frantic 911 call after witnessing a horrific car crash involving social media influencer Chloe Stone. I thought I was doing the right thing, saving a life, but that single phone call destroyed mine. Chloe' s ruthless tech-mogul brother, Liam Stone, twisted my act of good Samaritanism into an act of malicious ruin, systematically dismantling my career and coercing me into a horrifying marriage contract. His demand was simple: provide him an heir to secure his family' s legacy because his sister was "broken." I became his prisoner, my body and future no longer my own. During a coerced fertility procedure, everything went horribly wrong; I woke up in a hospital bed to the devastating news that I' d needed an emergency hysterectomy-I could never have children. The one thing he forced me into, the one purpose I was meant to serve, was now impossible, violently taken from me. Liam, enraged by my "uselessness," dragged me home to humiliate me further, demanding I play the grieving wife at a public gala despite his own role in my suffering. But as I stood on that stage, forced to perform my pain, a piece of something snapped inside me. I had lost everything, but I would not let him break my spirit entirely. I looked him dead in the eyes and refused to give him the performance he craved. I would expose his lies, reclaim my narrative, and start fighting back to survive.
Master D's Obsession

Master D's Obsession

"You will forever be mine, Kitten." Juliet didn't know what was happening to her. Her heart was racing, her body trembling, and her chest felt tight. Her vision blurred with tears, her head spinning, and her stomach nauseous. Terror and panic began to take over every time she tried to rise to the surface, only to fall deeper into the abyss of darkness. She had received countless letters from an unknown person, and each sent her into a panic attack. In addition to letters filled with obsessive words, the man included photos of Juliet. The man-whoever he was-knew Juliet very well. He knew the clothes she wore to work, her food, the music she listened to, and even the soap and shampoo she used. Initially, Juliet thought it was all just a prank, maybe because she wasn't part of the De Lavigne family. However, the letters increasingly revealed a terrifying obsession. He was a deranged psychopath. .... Juliet Winter Addison never expected that one night's mistake would trap her in a horrific nightmare. A psychopath who claimed and was so obsessed with her made Juliet afraid of her own shadow. Haunted by terror, Juliet decides to find out the man's identity, but she becomes entangled in a dangerous game. She couldn't tell anyone about what she was going through because Juliet didn't trust anyone. Not her boyfriend, Leo. Not even her stepbrother, Robbin. The man's threats forced Juliet to keep her mouth shut. How will Juliet react when she discovers the man's identity? What will she do? Juliet doesn't know how her story will end, but there is one thing she will fight for. And that is her freedom.
The Fiancée's Grand Design

The Fiancée's Grand Design

It was my wedding day, a dream come true with the man who had pursued me for seven years, the heir to a vast fortune. Our private jet was whisking us to a Caribbean island, my gown a cascade of silk, a secret flutter in my belly signaling new life. Then, masked hijackers stormed the cabin, and in a heart-stopping moment, my fiancé, Mark, shoved me directly into a hijacker' s brutal grasp to protect his childhood friend, Chloe. The force of his betrayal shattered everything, leaving me exposed and humiliated as my exquisite wedding gown was torn. As I bled, losing our child, I overheard Mark' s chilling conversation: the hijacking was a setup, designed to get rid of me. He wanted no trace of our life. After being discarded like trash, I awoke in a hospital, only to hear him bribe a doctor to perform a D&C to erase any proof of the pregnancy, claiming it was for my health. He played the grieving fiancé, but when I confronted him about pushing me, he concocted a flawless lie. He then summoned burly nurses to hold me down for the procedure against my will, his eyes cold chips of ice. His parents brazenly supported his actions, proud he chose social standing over me. Days later, Chloe, his true love, visited my hospital room to gloat, revealing Mark' s plan to leave me after the wedding and sending me a vile picture of them together in my bed. The ultimate humiliation came when he slapped me and threw me out of the penthouse, accusing me of attacking Chloe, a scene she masterfully orchestrated and secretly recorded to mock me further. Left distraught and homeless on a cold New York street, with his betrayal etched deep into my soul, I was consumed by a bitter, cold fury. How could he have been so cruel, so calculated? How could I have been so blind? But what they thought was my end was just my beginning. I received a hidden security camera footage of the jet incident and a clear understanding of their despicable lies. I would survive this. I would make him pay. They unleashed a monster, and I would dismantle his empire, leaving nothing but ruin in my wake.