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Billionaire's Secret Affair

Billionaire's Secret Affair

I'm at my new friend Jaelly's house today and I'm sitting on the couch. She left me for a while to get a snack. But there's someone who pulled my skirt. I didn't notice it at first but it kept dragging so I've got it upside down. My eyes widened when I saw her. A little girl who is so pretty, curly hair and greasy eyelashes. Then her eyes were gray, innocent and pure. Her nose is pointed, her cheeks and lips are all red. “Oh, hello. You're such a beautiful kid!” I said astonishingly and out of excitement I picked her up to sit her on my lap. I kissed her on the cheek and hugged her tightly. I felt his head leaning against my chest. She smells so good. I untied to see her reaction and what a cutie! His eyes are closed and it seems he is immediately comfortable with me. “Oh, Dad!” he shouted suddenly and pulled my sleeves again. Her lips, she pointed somewhere. "Dada... Hmm, up Dada," she said. "Are you looking for your Dada? Let's go then," I said and picked him up. I saw the sparkle in his eyes and he smiled sweetly at me. “Mommy?” “Oh, little cutie. I'm not your Mom," I said and she snorted. "Okay..." So obedient. He was not a demanding child and did not even cry. "Are you Jaelly's younger brother? What's your name, sweetie?” I asked her but she didn't reply. When we finally got to the stairs, he let me down so that's what I did. He grabbed my two fingers and pulled me again. I chuckled softly and just let him go. He pointed to the door. "Open," he said. Her voice is naturally soft and gentle. I opened it because he wanted me to do it and I just laughed softly because he pulled me in too. His small hands were pointing at something again, accompanied by his snoring, so I followed that with my eyes. My heart beat even faster when I saw a man lying on a big bed. It doesn't have a top, it's like it's shivering in the cold? The girl got on the bed, I was supporting her so she wouldn't fall and enter the man's blanket. I was worried about what it would do. "Dada... Dada..." the girl called softly. "H-Hon... G-Get out, please... M-My fever is Dada... C-Call your Tita Ly," he said softly, his voice also hoarse but still snuggled up to her side the child. He hugged her left arm and leg. He even kissed her cheek. "Hon..." "Dada, wake up... Mommy is here..." she whispered and glanced at me. Eh? I'm not his Mommy. He just brought me here. Wait... Dada? Is this man her father? Aunt Ly? So, are they father and son? But who is this man then? Jaelly's older brother? “Hon... Go... C-Call your Aunt Ly...” "Mommy is here, Dada... She's here!" he insisted and beckoned to me as if he wanted me to come to him. A-I don't want to! He's just a kid! Even though he's cute, I don't want to follow him because his daddy is the one in bed. Maybe his Mommy will catch me here and wonder why I'm here. "Uhm..." I walked towards the door hoping to leave but he suddenly shouted. "Mommy!" "I'm not your Mom!" I also shouted back at him so the man woke up completely. My eyes widened when I saw his stony body. Because he did get up. He looked at me without emotion. My heartbeat suddenly accelerated when our eyes met. "Who are you?" he asked, his voice cold as ice. "It's my Mommy, Dada... Mommy, come here..." I shook my head. "I-I'm not your Mom..." I said but before I could turn the doorknob, my hair stood on end when someone hugged me from behind. My eyes widened when he suddenly picked me up. I was so shocked that I couldn't even protest. I only realized one thing. I was lying on the bed and he hugged me tightly and the child was still very happy. God! What the hell?! Why is he acting so fast?! Is he a vampire?
SCARRED ROSES, BURNING VENGEANCE

SCARRED ROSES, BURNING VENGEANCE

She offered him her heart, her trust,her everything and her soul only to face betrayal, heartbreak, and being discarded as if she meant nothing to him. Eleanor Sinclair was once a delicate, vibrant quiet woman who loved intensely and wholeheartedly, but love caused her immense pain and regret. Married to the ruthless, wicked and influential Damian Blackwood, she suffered through his cold indifference, harsh words, and the stifling loneliness of an absent and void love. When he wrongfully accused her of infidelity and cast her away, she lost everything: her dignity, her aspirations,her goals, her life maybe and the child she was carrying. Left for dead, Eleanor faded from existence, but she didn't die. Instead, she emerged from her suffering, forged in the fires of pain and revenge, becoming the very nightmare of the underworld. No longer the timid,weak woman pleading for affection, she returns years later, powerful and driven by a singular mission: to destroy the man who ruined her life,to kill him and burn him if possible. However, Damian Blackwood is unlike any other. Ruthless, strategic, and more dangerous than before, he never expected the woman he once threw away would come back stronger, more lethal and dangerous, and beyond his reach. The moment he lays eyes on her again, he recognizes his error. She was never the weak one he was. Now, he's determined to pursue her, to plead, and to break every rule to reclaim her for good. But Eleanor has no heart left to offer. Not while the fire of revenge still courses through her veins. He feels regret. She seeks vengeance. Let the pursuit begin...
The Billionaire Ex-Wife Returns

The Billionaire Ex-Wife Returns

Season 1: Vanessa Saxon was once married to Luca Kensington, the cold and distant CEO of K Group. But when she was seven months pregnant, her adopted sister, Beatriz Langley, falsely accused her of having an affair with her best friend, Daxton Radcliffe, and carrying his child. The worst part? Luca believed Beatriz. In a fit of rage, Luca demanded their baby be removed prematurely, leading to a tragic event where Vanessa nearly died from the ordeal. Saved by Daxton, Vanessa disappeared. Now, five years later, she returns-stronger and determined-alongside her daughter, Isla Saxon, to exact her revenge on those who wronged her. SEASON 2: Framed for a crime she didn't commit, Senna Thorne lost everything-her family, her freedom, and the man she once loved. Betrayed and abandoned, she was sentenced to a fate worse than death. Magnus Voss, the ruthless billionaire who once held her heart, now sees her as nothing more than a murderer, a woman unworthy of mercy. But when fate grants her a second chance, she returns under a new name, Zara Skye-no longer the broken woman he cast aside. Yet Magnus refuses to let go. He sees her, he feels her, and deep down, he knows-she is the ghost that haunts him, the love he once destroyed. But this time, Senna isn't here for love. She's here for vengeance. When their paths collide once more, will he uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will her revenge burn them both to ashes?
The Scars Of Her Disdain

The Scars Of Her Disdain

The hospital air, cold and sterile, usually a familiar hum, felt wrong that day. My sister, Lily, lay broken and small in that bed, her artist' s hands swollen and bandaged, a machine breathing for her. Someone had done this. The doctor' s words-"blunt force trauma," "critical condition"-blurred into the background, drowned out by the name: Brandon Thorne, son of a tech billionaire. My wife, Sarah, a rising star prosecutor, offered only a chilling hesitation when I asked for justice. "We need to be careful, Ethan. The Thornes are a powerful family." Then the preliminary hearing came. Sarah stood there, a mask of neutrality, while Brandon Thorne smirked and the police chief spun lies. "Lily Miller has a history of... emotional instability," Sarah' s voice echoed, destroying my sister' s name. I' d given Sarah Lily' s last texts: "Ethan, I\'m scared." "Brandon... he\'s scaring me." Sarah declared, "The messages in question appear to have been deleted." My own wife had covered for him. I saw her later, laughing with the chief and Brandon' s father. My marriage, my life, had been a lie. The judge' s gavel sealed it: "Case dismissed." Brandon was free. I was ordered to pay $100,000 for defamation. "You\'re less than nothing," Brandon sneered, tossing a hundred-dollar bill at my feet, his expensive cologne suffocating me as he whispered, "Lily cried for you. Sarah thinks you' re pathetic." Something broke inside me. The discipline I' d honed as a SEAL shattered. I lunged, my fist finding his smug face. Bone crunched. Guards slammed me against the cold marble. Sarah screamed "Assault!" playing the damsel, looking at me with pure contempt. Completely alone, swallowed by their world, I barely made it back to Lily' s apartment. The silence screamed, until I found it-a letter, tucked away. "I told Sarah about it," Lily had written. "She told me I was overreacting... She made me feel small." Then, taped to the bottom of the chest, a USB drive. Proof. The audio played: Brandon' s predatory voice, Sarah' s cool complicity. "Make the evidence disappear." "You\'re in this just as deep as I am." The last recording played: Lily' s broken voice, a voicemail to Sarah. "Why? I trusted you. He... he hurt me so bad. And you knew. You let him. Why?" Sarah wasn' t just betrayed by ambition; she was a co-conspirator, feeding my sister to wolves. I went to the precinct, USB in hand. The detective sneered, "Case closed, pal." Then he and another officer dragged me into a blind spot. They beat me, hitting where bruises wouldn' t show. "Brandon Thorne\'s father owns this city," they growled. "You are nothing." Later, from the shadows, I watched Sarah and Brandon laughing, sharing a possessive kiss outside the DA' s office. They were celebrating their victory on my sister' s grave. Rage burned. But Lily\'s words echoed: "He scares me, Ethan." Rage was their weapon, not mine. I drove all night to D.C. I knelt at the Pentagon, my parents' medals laid on the pavement before me. "My name is Ethan Miller," I choked out to the guards, "My sister was murdered, and the system is corrupted. I have proof. Please. Help me." A General emerged, a man who had served with my father. He looked at the medals, then at me. "John and Helen\'s boy?" he asked, his voice low. The dam broke. The story poured out. He examined Lily' s picture, his face hardening to granite. "This is not just an injustice, Miller. This is a desecration." His words: "The United States military does not abandon its own. You have the full weight of the United States military behind you." For the first time in months, I felt hope.
The Masked Billionaire

The Masked Billionaire

As he removed his mask, his face was revealed, and Avery's eyes widened in shock. She gasped, her voice trembling, "You...you...you..." Her knees buckled, and she felt herself weaken. Cedric's face, once hidden, now shone with a gentle plea, "I know you're hurt, Avery, but give me a chance to explain, please understand..." But Avery's shock turned to horror, and she turned to flee, her feet pounding the ground in a desperate bid for escape. Cedric gave chase, his longer strides easily catching up to her. He grasped her hand, but she shook him off, her palm connecting with his cheek in a resounding slap. His face jerked to the side, his hair momentarily obscuring his features. Avery's voice cracked with pain, "How could you, how could you?" Cedric's eyes implored her to listen, "I can explain, Avery, just give me a chance, please understand..." But she pushed him away, her voice rising, "Stay away from me, killer!" ****** Avery Travis, as simple girl, who lives with her father Mr Andrew Travis, she was his eldest daughter, her younger sister Emily was supposed to get married but on the day of the wedding, she ran away leaving Avery to take her place. Avery entered into a marriage with a man the world knew absolutely nothing about. His face hidden but all the world knew was that he was filthy rich. His name Cedric Matthews and his face has never ever been shown to the world but there's someone who can't stand his presence and that's Benjamin Maxwell. A billionaire as well, the second in the country after him whose father always always compared him to Cedric which made him hate Cedric so much. What happens when Avery finally gets to see Cedric's face? What did he do to make her hurt? What happens if Benjamin ends up loving Avery? What happens if Emily returns to take back what is rightfully hers? Find out in THE MASKED BILLIONAIRE
The Billionaire's Entanglement

The Billionaire's Entanglement

"What does your tattoo mean?" He asks her "What?" ....then she follows his gaze to her wrist. "Jeez" She thought her gloves had covered the tatoos properly. "Such mysterious dark beauty..." "What?" "Are you here by yourself?" He asks her "Yes ...and you?" "Yes". They stare at each other for some seconds with so much attracting tension oozing between them. "I think I'm going to call you Electra tonight" Emily laughs lightly..."why?" "You milady, seem to have enchanted me with thy mysterious essence and radiance" "Well, isn't that lovely..." She gives a light chuckle. She takes the second shot of tequila, then curls her lips seductively..."i think I'm naming you Himello".... "Why?" "You sir, are a tempting Adonis and has stolen my attention from amongst another men" She suddenly mysteriously disappears without a trace, leaving Roman with only memories of her haunting presence. Years later, fate brings them together once again when Emily resurfaces as Roman's new secretary. Despite spending countless hours in close proximity to her every day, Roman fails to recognize that she is the same woman he had once fallen in love with. Unbeknownst to him, Emily harbors dark secrets from her past and in the present that may be harmful to him. Amidst twists and turns, revelations and betrayals, Roman and Emily find themselves entangled in a web of intrigue that forces them to confront their deepest fears and desires.
The Sister Who Stabbed, The Heir Who Fell

The Sister Who Stabbed, The Heir Who Fell

The lawyer’s pen clicked, signaling the finality of my parents' second divorce, but for me, Emilia, it was just the eerie echo of a past life that had ended with my younger sister, Sophia, stabbing me seven times, and a brutal existence under the ruthless Isabella Vanderbilt. This time, I had to escape Isabella's grasp, so I deliberately plunged down the stairs, disfiguring myself, knowing Isabella would never accept "damaged goods" as an heir. My father, Richard, confirmed my desperate gamble: "Isabella will never accept damaged goods!" I stayed with my kind mother, Linda, and we built a new, humble life away from that toxic world. But then Sophia, now a condescending teenager, reappeared, flaunting her new life with Isabella, subtly reminding me of my "missed potential." The façade of peace shattered when Sophia sent literal thugs to abduct me, twisting my mother’s arm and breaking it right before my eyes. My mom, Linda, screamed in agony, her broken arm a visceral pain that ripped through me. As I was dragged into a black SUV, the metallic taste of terror filled my mouth, utterly desperate and confused. Why would my own sister go so far, inflicting such harm on our own mother? Amidst the chaos, hidden from Sophia’s triumphant gaze, I fumbled for my emergency phone. I dialed a number I had only memorized in secret, a last resort: the private line of my estranged grandmother, Eleanor Ainsworth, a name that commanded respect even in the darkest corners of New York society. This time, everything would be different.