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My Husband's Secret Son

My Husband's Secret Son

My marriage to Andrew Lester was a fairy tale. I was Maria, a kindergarten teacher, and he was a real estate tycoon, giving me a life of luxury with our beloved five-year-old son, Caleb. He adored us, said we were his whole world, and I believed every word. Until a rain-slicked road in the Hamptons. One moment, Caleb was singing; the next, there was a deafening crunch. I woke in a hospital, searing pain through my body, Andrew' s face etched with what I thought was profound grief. He told me Caleb didn't make it, a tragic hit-and-run. But then, drifting between consciousness and hell, I heard voices outside my room. Andrew' s, cold and stripped of grief, asking, "Is it done?" A surgeon replied, "The liver was a perfect match for your son. Ryan is in recovery." Ryan? My blood ran cold, moments before another chilling revelation: "And the other matter? The hysterectomy was performed as you instructed." Andrew's casual cruelty solidified my nightmare: "Good. Be careful with her when she wakes. My wife is sensitive to pain." My husband, the love of my life, had murdered our son, harvested his liver for a secret child, and sterilized me to ensure that bastard would be his only heir. My world didn' t just break; it had been a calculated lie from the start. Lying there, with the fresh stitches on my abdomen a brutal testament to his betrayal, my grief transmuted into a cold, bottomless rage. He wore our son's handmade bracelet, a symbol of pure love now reeking of ultimate treachery. I knew then: I would endure this monster. I would play his game. And I would take everything from him, just as he had taken everything from me.
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?
Entwined Destinies:The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride

Entwined Destinies:The Billionaire's Reluctant Bride

Sophia Bennett never expected to cross paths with Alexander Sterling again-not after the masked charity ball where a stranger in black claimed her body and soul for one unforgettable night. She walked away with no names, no regrets... and a secret that would bind them forever. Now, four months later, Sophie is drowning in debt and grief when the same man-cold, commanding billionaire CEO Alexander Sterling-blackmails her into becoming his fake fiancée. The deal is simple: play the perfect partner to secure a fifty-billion-dollar merger, and walk away with enough money to start over. No strings. No feelings. But the chemistry that once burned behind masks refuses to stay hidden. Late-night arguments turn into stolen kisses. Forced red-carpet appearances become dangerously real. And every time Alexander's hand lingers on her waist, Sophie fights the truth screaming inside her: the baby growing beneath her heart is his. When a collapse at work lands her in the hospital, the doctor's words shatter the fragile illusion-"You're four months pregnant." Alexander hears. He calculates. He assumes the worst. "You let me believe this was real," he snarls, voice like ice. "While you carried another man's child." Fired. Humiliated. Cast out with nothing but the clothes on her back. Sophie doesn't chase him. Doesn't beg. Doesn't tell him the baby is his. Because if the man who once held her like she was everything can discard her so easily, he doesn't deserve the truth. But fate has other plans. As Alexander spirals in regret, haunted by memories of a masked woman who felt like destiny, he begins to question everything he thought he knew. The merger closes. The empire stands. Yet the silence from the woman he wronged grows louder than any boardroom battle. Some destinies are entwined too tightly to break. And when the truth finally crashes through the walls they've built, it will either destroy them both... or bind them forever. A steamy, angsty billionaire romance full of enemies-to-lovers fire, a secret baby, cruel misunderstandings, possessive obsession, and the ultimate grovel redemption. Perfect for fans of twisted vows, forced proximity, and second-chance heartbreak.
Hot Night With The Billionaire

Hot Night With The Billionaire

If I count, this is the tenth time he has called me at this time and he only asked me to do one thing. It's my kiss It wasn't like that to me then. When I first came here to their Mansion, his blood was on me. He was always screaming or angry. but since he came back here last month from america, he has suddenly become like that. During his few months in America, I breathed a sigh of relief. When he was here then, I could hardly breathe because I was so scared of him. almost all of us housemates were scared and trembling whenever he was around. And I don't know what happened and suddenly it changed me. I came back from deep thought as something wet and soft touched my lips. as before a gentle and careful kiss he bestowed. His eyes were closed so I closed my eyes and responded to his kisses at the same time my tears were dripping one after another. Tears of guilt. I feel guilty because I feel like I'm cheating on my boyfriend Lyndon "Open your mouth, Hayana" He commanded again that I immediately obeyed. He immediately inserted his tongue and moved his tongue around every corner of my mouth as if looking for something. I'm out of breath but I can't complain. He seemed to feel that because he was the one who cut off our kiss. He touched both of my cheeks with his large, veined hands. "That was so D*mn great, my Hayana" he said as he caressed my face. Suddenly his forehead wrinkled when he touched the wet part of my face because of the tears that fell earlier. "Did you cry?" I don’t know if what I see is right. But the way he looks at me now seems to be mixed with sadness. I turned my gaze in the other direction "I-it's wrong Señorito. It's wrong" I harvested weakly and I felt my tears fall again. He slowly let go of my face "Why?" I was devastated by the extreme coldness of the way he was asked I wiped away my tears and stood up from her embrace. I turned to face him and met his emotionless gaze "I have a boyfriend. And I don't want to betray him." I answered directly. "THAT'S B*LLSH*T!" I was shocked at the shouting and violent erection it made. I still couldn't catch it quickly approaching me and violently pushed me horizontally on his bed just next to the couch. He immediately rocked my whole system as it overwhelmed me which he never did. I was alarmed by it violently grabbing my two hands and raising them level with my face "How many times do I have to tell you that you're mine Hayana. The first day you step in my house is the day that you are marked as mine. No one specially those b*stards can get you away from me. No one! do you hear me? Answer me f*ck! "Every word he uttered was firm and emphatic Next I nodded to him because my system was already swallowed up by fear. He's a Beast. "Break him up. Or else I will kill him myself" He's a Beast. "Break him up. Or else I will kill him myself"
A Royalty Kneeling For His Queen

A Royalty Kneeling For His Queen

"Eresh is my Queen as I am her King," I said, and I don't know whom I was trying to convince at this moment. Shielder chuckled. "I am her real King, Fourth." "No..." I said while shaking my head. Damn this bloody wound! If not for this, I would snatch Eresh away from him! I don't care if Tracer gets angry, but I need my Queen beside me! But I'm feeling so weak. My strength hasn't returned yet. I could only watch as Shielder held Eresh's waist. Eresh flashed me a smile. "You're used to it anyway. Being a pretend King." Her words were like a thousand daggers piercing right through my chest where my heart is. It hurts to hear her say that. But I know her. Her eyes were telling me that she's lying right now. She's planning something again, and I don't like that she's doing it alone. I don't like the idea of her leaving me because of this plan. "Kneel, Fourth. My Queen might consider staying with you." I will do everything just so she will stay with me. "Beg," Shielder said after I knelt on the ground. I saw surprise in Eresh's eyes. See this, my Queen? I'm willing to do everything for you. "Eresh..." I looked at her while kneeling on the ground. She might see me as someone so low, a royalty kneeling for his Queen. But damn it. I'm desperate. "I'm never anyone's first choice. But I want you to choose me. Please..." Thoughts flashed in my mind as I begged her to stay with me. My father who chose not to treat me as his child for this game. My mother who always followed what my father wanted. My butler who got married the moment I freed him. The EL Ordre that made me the King as bait. And Daphne who chose Apollo over me. "Don't leave me. I'm begging you..." If my father were to hear what I'm saying, he would punish someone important to me again. As a Von Amstel, we never beg. Still, Eresh left me that night.