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Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears

Too Late For Regret: My Cold Husband's Tears

I stared at the cold crystal chandelier of our penthouse, my body aching from an act that felt less like love and more like a hostile takeover. After four years of being treated like a piece of furniture, I finally slammed the divorce papers onto the marble island. But Easton Reilly didn’t even blink. Instead, he took a frantic call from his ex-girlfriend and walked out on me to go to her, leaving me naked and shivering in our walk-in closet. The humiliation didn't stop there. That night, his mistress unveiled a massive oil painting of Easton’s bare, scarred back to a room full of New York's elite, stripping me of my dignity as his wife. When I fled to my childhood home for refuge, I found my mother in a pool of blood after a violent breakdown. My father, concerned only with his company’s stock price, refused to call an ambulance and handed me a hush-money check while my mother lay dying. Even my brother-in-law, the man who had traded me to Easton years ago, tried to assault me in the driveway. I felt like I was drowning in plain sight, surrounded by wolves who viewed my life as nothing more than a line on a balance sheet. I hated Easton for his indifference and my father for his cruelty. I was ready to burn my entire world down just to feel the warmth of the fire. "He took the bait," I whispered into my phone, my voice dead calm. "Initiate Plan B." Just as my father prepared to let my mother die, a team of world-class surgeons stormed the hospital, citing a secret clause in my prenup that I had long forgotten. I looked down the sterile hallway and saw the silhouette of the husband I was trying to leave. He hadn't gone to his mistress; he had gone to war for me. The game had officially changed.
Three Little Secrets: The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs

Three Little Secrets: The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs

For nineteen-year-old Lina Moore, a mandatory hospital health screening tied to a prestigious scholarship feels like her only escape from a life of control under her cold, demanding aunt and uncle. It's supposed to be routine. It changes everything. On the same day, a rushed nurse makes a devastating mistake-confusing Lina for Maris Moore, a registered surrogate and longtime friend of reclusive billionaire Adrian Hale. The real surrogate is mistakenly cleared and sent home. Lina, unaware of the mix-up, walks out of the hospital carrying a future that was never meant to be hers. Weeks later, Lina discovers she's pregnant. With no partner to claim, no explanation anyone will believe, and a family that sees her as a disgrace, Lina is cast out. Alone, frightened, and determined to survive, she disappears from the city-taking the truth with her. Three years later, Lina returns as a changed woman: composed, guarded, and fiercely protective of her three children-two boys and a girl. She's no longer running. She's building. Unknowingly, Lina secures a job at Hale International, a global empire owned by a billionaire known for his ice-cold demeanor and hatred for betrayal. Adrian Hale has spent years haunted by a surrogacy arrangement that failed-and by the children he was told never existed. As Lina steps deeper into his world, buried secrets begin to surface. A birth record that doesn't add up. Children who look too familiar. And a past mistake that threatens to destroy everything. The truth is coming. And when it does, nothing-and no one-will survive unchanged.
Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

Deal With The Devilish Wall Street Tycoon

Ami Cleveland's family empire was destroyed overnight by a malicious short-selling attack, leaving her mother facing federal prison and hunted by ruthless loan sharks. To secure a hundred-million-dollar lifeline, Ami risked her life as a blindfolded co-pilot in a deadly cliffside street race, all just to get five minutes alone with Jerad Kidd, the elusive Wall Street titan she had accidentally slept with the night before. But instead of saving her, Jerad completely crushed her dignity. "What makes you think you are worth a hundred million dollars?" He mocked her desperate pitch, calling her family's equity garbage, and coldly walked away. Two days later, he forced her onto his Miami superyacht as a political decoy, making her wear a backless silk gown that offered zero protection and throwing her into a sea of wealthy predators. When a drunk tech billionaire pinned her against a sofa and tried to rip the thin straps of her dress, Ami screamed for help. She looked up at the VIP balcony in absolute despair, only to see Jerad looking away, treating her like she didn't even exist. She didn't understand why he was torturing her. Why did he let her risk her life in his car, only to humiliate her and feed her to the wolves? With no one to save her, Ami grabbed a whiskey glass and violently smashed it into her attacker's face. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the man's brutal retaliation slap. But the hit never came. A large hand, wearing a heavy Patek Philippe watch, shot out of nowhere and clamped down on the man's raised arm like a steel vice.