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When Family Becomes A Prison

When Family Becomes A Prison

For seven years, I lived a life of gilded gratitude, managing the Ashworths' sprawling estate and their demanding schedules. I was the loyal husband to Jessica, the devoted stay-at-home dad to Sophie, constantly reminded of the "debt" I owed for their rescue. My world revolved around their convenience, their expectations, their rules. On paper, I had everything: a wealthy family, a beautiful home, even a new promotion at their company. Then, after a rare night out celebrating that promotion, I returned to the house I managed. The security code was rejected. I tried again. Rejected. Through the window, I saw Sophie's shadow. I called her name, desperate, but she vanished. Jessica had changed the codes, and told our daughter not to open the door. The humiliation was a cold, hard knot in my gut, sharper than any betrayal. I spent that night shivering in my car, staring at the house that was never truly mine. The next morning, facing Jessica and her parents, I declared I wanted a divorce, willing to walk away penniless. Their scoffing, their incredulity, Mrs. Ashworth' s icy question, "Where would you go? What would you do?" rang like a prison sentence. They saw a man throwing away everything they' d "given" him, unable to comprehend the seven years of silently endured disrespect, the slow suffocation of my spirit. They thought it was about a security code, but it was about every condescending glance, every undermining comment, every minute I' d spent playing their grateful puppet. My gratitude, once a heavy cloak, had finally become an unbearable chain. So, I left. I walked away from the Ashworths, the mansion, the gilded cage, and the woman who never truly saw me. With nothing but an old pickup and a dilapidated family cabin, I began building something new, brick by painful brick, not for them, but for myself. This wasn't an end; it was finally a beginning.
Begging His Billionaire Ex Back

Begging His Billionaire Ex Back

Looking at the divorce papers my lips curled up into a mocking smile. 'How big fool I am? How can I think that he will give a chance to this marriage? How can I forget that I was nothing more a tool in his eyes to vent his anger until his beloved Tara is back. Since, she was back, how can he let me stay there?' "After you will sign these papers, you will receive 100 million dollars as alimony." the lawyer added. Because of his words, I came back to my senses took the pen from him, and signed the name. I have also gotten exhausted from this marriage both physically and mentally. Even though I had wanted my child to be born into a complete family, I didn't want my child to have a stepmother and live miserably like me for the rest of his life. After taking the papers from my hand, the lawyer gave me the bank card, turned around, and was about to leave when he paused at the door. He then turned around and added, "Mr. Carter said that he hoped that you won't pester him, or you have to bear the consequences." The lawyer's words were like a knife stabbing in my heart, but I still nodded. Anyway, I also don't plan to have anything to do with him anymore. I just want to live a good life with my children. After the lawyer left, the ward fell into silence. I placed my hand on my belly and said to my children, "Baby, I am sorry, Mommy can't give you a complete family! But I promise you, I will do my best to give the love of both mother and father." 'As for giving one of my child, I will never do that. They are my babies and my alone. I and I will give birth to all of them and raise them no matter what.' Four Years Later... Anya came back to the country with her three kids, to inherit the company left by his grandfather...
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."
Not Your Average Law Firm

Not Your Average Law Firm

I was a zombie, fueled by lukewarm takeout and dreams of sleep. As a junior associate at a top New York law firm, my life was a blur of billable hours, 72-hour work marathons, and the soul-crushing weight of corporate expectations. After preparing for a merger that felt like a lifetime, I finally crumbled, face-planting onto a stack of legal briefs. But when I woke up, the world was a metallic blur, cold and unyielding. Panic surged, yet I found no lungs to scream. I was trapped, my entire consciousness crammed inside a high-end, silver tie clip, sitting on a mahogany desk. My new owner? Ethan Lester, the notorious bad-boy heir, whose tabloid exploits I usually scrolled past during my five minutes of daily downtime. He called me "junk," then tossed me aside like yesterday's trash. I, Jennifer Jones, Esq., was now a useless, annoying tie clip on a billionaire playboy's desk. Then I watched in horror as an assassin lunged at him, a needle glinting. I somehow, instinctually, reacted, becoming a silver projectile – a bizarre hero in a world gone mad. A strange, robotic voice in my head declared "Protection Mission 1 complete. Life -1," and I dissolved into darkness. I woke up as a ridiculous leopard-print mascot head, then a high-tech massage gun, each transformation triggered by saving Ethan from another attack. What infernal game was this? Why was I doomed to possess random objects, forced to protect this man? And how in the hell was I going to get my own body back?
Just A Plus-Size Ugly Woman Nah She's His Unreachable Queen

Just A Plus-Size Ugly Woman Nah She's His Unreachable Queen

Olivia had lived in pain for most of her life. Because of her unusually large body, people spat at her wherever she went, tripped her in front of hallway lockers, humiliated her openly. The only light in her life was the man she had secretly loved. He was the golden boy of campus, never short of girls to dance with. They had a one-night stand-but later, at a fraternity gathering, he mocked her, laughing about how she smelled disgusting. The past has a way of resurfacing when you least expect it. Olivia Evans thought she had left her painful past behind. Once known as Emma Cooper, the fat girl constantly humiliated by her classmates, she buried those memories along with her old identity. Changing her name and transforming her life, Olivia became someone far from the girl who once carried qthe weight of ridicule. But when she walks into a clinic with her daughter and comes face-to-face with Noah Ezekiel Morgan, the man who once shattered her heart, everything she tried to forget comes rushing back. Now, with her daughter's life hanging in the balance and a high school reunion she never planned to attend, Olivia is forced to confront the man who hurt her deeply. Will she keep her true identity a secret, or will the emotions she's kept buried for so long rise to the surface? The weight of the past may be harder to carry than she ever imagined.
Behind the billonaire's mask

Behind the billonaire's mask

"Be my woman and warm my bed," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "Don't worry; to everyone else, you'll be my wife. It's only for eighteen months, as stated in the contract." He leaned back, his gaze unwavering. "And you have to follow the rules." I glanced at the contract I was clutching. The terms were suffocating: don't get pregnant, always remind me to use protection, go out only with my permission-even visits to your sick mom-and you can't deny me intimacy whenever I want. What the hell?! "Do I look that cheap to you?" I shot back, fury boiling inside me as I ripped the paper in half. "I'd rather die than accept your ridiculous proposal." "Well... I always get what I want. And what I want is you." he said, his voice dripping with a sinister undertone, sending a shiver down my spine. But I stood my ground. "Never," I declared before storming out of the room. ****** Desperate to save her critically ill mother, Sophie accepts billonaire Julian shocking offer: to be his fake wife and sex toy, in exchange to cater for her needs, including paying her mother's hospital bills. But what will happen to Sophie when Julian's ex-fiancee suddenly showed up and said he wants Julian back? And what will happen to Sophie when she finds out she got pregnant against the contract? And will she be able to forgive Julian's deadly past when she found out the secrets that lie behind the billonaire's mask? #1
Rising from Ashes: Back to Glory After Divorce

Rising from Ashes: Back to Glory After Divorce

My billionaire husband, Cooper, was thirty minutes late to my father's funeral. When the heavy cathedral doors finally opened, he wasn't there to comfort me. He was tightly shielding his mistress, Celeste, under his umbrella, treating her like a fragile lily while I stood alone in my black mourning dress. The whispers in the pews were deafening, but they were nothing compared to the truth I soon uncovered. Cooper hadn't just humiliated me-he had secretly taken my father's life-saving spot in a medical clinical trial and given it to Celeste's family. My father died gasping for air because of him. Days later, while I was shivering in the ER with a 103-degree fever, I saw Cooper sneaking into the VIP maternity ward. He was holding Celeste, his face glowing with the ecstatic joy of a man about to become a father. For three years, I swallowed my pride to be his perfect, obedient wife, only to let his elite friends openly mock me to my face. "You were just keeping the seat warm until the real queen came back." He let my father die, hid all our marital assets in offshore trusts, and made me take birth control every single morning, claiming he wasn't ready for kids. I didn't scream, and I didn't let him see me break. Instead, I hired Manhattan's most ruthless divorce lawyer, smiled sweetly as I handed Cooper his coat at home, and began secretly gathering the evidence to burn his entire empire to the ground.