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Escaping My Coldhearted Billionaire Husband

Escaping My Coldhearted Billionaire Husband

Ada was eight months pregnant, sitting peacefully in her husband's Manhattan estate, looking at a baby nursery catalog. Suddenly, her husband's mistress, Jacklyn, walked in, threw an ultrasound photo on the table, and locked the door. Before Ada could process the betrayal, Jacklyn dragged her to the top of the marble staircase and threw herself backward just as Desmond walked through the front doors. "She pushed me, Desmond! She tried to kill our baby!" Desmond looked at Ada with absolute hatred. He ignored Ada's breaking water and her agonizing screams for help, leaving her to miscarry on the freezing floor while he rushed Jacklyn to the hospital. He sent Ada to a brutal federal prison for three years, where she was tortured and left with a body covered in horrific scars, mourning the baby she was told died at birth. When Ada was finally released, Desmond destroyed her cousin's company to force her back to his estate as a lowly maid. But when Ada saw Jacklyn's three-year-old son, her world stopped. Right in the center of the little boy's palm was a faint crescent moon birthmark. It was the exact same mark Ada had kissed on her own lifeless baby's tiny hand before the doctors took his body away. How did her dead child become Jacklyn's little prince? Looking at the woman who stole her life and the husband who threw her in hell, Ada clenched her scarred hands and swore she would tear their world apart to get her son back.
THE CEO'S PROPERTY

THE CEO'S PROPERTY

"Wait! Where are you taking me?" I anxiously asked. I already have an idea of where he's taking me, but my mind is still hopeful for a positive answer. It seems unlikely now as he takes large strides towards the Police Station. "Just a moment, Mister! Please don't take me there! I haven't done anything wrong to you," I plead, on the verge of tears. "You trespassed," he replies, pulling me along. I almost stumble due to the force of his grip on my wrist. "I was just hiding!" I shout, but all I can see is his broad back. Handsome? The hell, Adriana? You still have time to compliment this guy despite what he's doing to you? Blood rushes to my face as we finally enter the station. Cubicles and policemen fill every corner. People are complaining, and some are even arguing, with a police officer trying to intervene. Good heavens, Adriana. What have you gotten yourself into? "Good evening. What's the matter?" A police officer greets us and quickly approaches. I force a laugh and shake my head. "Nothing, sir! Just passing by—" "I saw her hiding inside my car. I don't know her. What charges can I file against her?" he interrupts. My lips part in horror. I look at the man beside me, briefly seeing how handsome he is. But fear and anxiety prevent me from admiring him further. "Quit it! I'm just avoiding my debtor!" "Did she steal anything, Sir?" I shift my gaze to the police officer. He looks at me for a moment. I sniff, holding back tears. "None. I don't have important things in my car. But I don't like the idea of a stranger hiding inside it while I'm out. Don't you think it's dangerous? What if she has malicious intentions?" My forehead wrinkles at his words. With one hand, I slap his arm. How pretentious! "And what harm could I do to you? Look at your huge physique! Do you think I can do anything to you? And even if you have important stuff inside your car, I don't care!" I yell in frustration. People are now looking at us, but I ignore them. Damn! I feel so frustrated and messed up right now. What does he think of me? Committing a crime? Being a thief? If only I could reveal my true life situation, I would. But I can't. I gulp as the man's dark eyes settle on me. He raises an eyebrow, as if finding my words unbelievable. "This woman seems to be telling the truth, Sir. She looks decent and doesn't seem like she'd do anything mischievous," the police officer says, looking at me. I smile at him, relieved that he sees me as a decent person. The policeman smiles back, but his gaze travels down my body. I frown at the kind of look he's giving me. "Looks can be deceiving. Send her to jail and let her stay there until tomorrow. If you won't do it, I have no choice but to file a complaint against you," he says, releasing his grip on my arm.
Too Late For Regret, Mr. Spencer

Too Late For Regret, Mr. Spencer

For five years, Lydia Haley buried her identity as a genius Hollywood screenwriter to be the perfect wife to billionaire Blake Spencer. But her sacrifice was rewarded with a nightmare. At a family dinner, her mother-in-law coldly ordered her to leave the family, while her seven-year-old son deliberately shattered her precious anniversary gift. "I hate you! Aunt Danica said I can do whatever I want!" Blake didn't even look at Lydia's tears. He stepped over the broken glass to comfort their son, indulging the boy's demands. The final blow came when Danica proudly revealed a devastating secret. Three years ago, a hidden car accident had left Blake inexplicably indebted to Danica. Since then, he had been systematically compensating her, giving Danica the affection, the family vacations, and the children's love that rightfully belonged to Lydia. Lydia's world crumbled. Her failing marriage wasn't about fading love; it was a carefully orchestrated replacement built on a secret everyone knew but her. Why was she the only one kept in the dark to suffer this humiliation? Instead of begging, Lydia signed the divorce papers, giving up all assets and custody. She walked out of the mansion, unlocked a dusty hard drive, and resurrected her true name: Lark. With a three-million-dollar movie deal secured, she was ready for her rebirth—until she saw her missing mother's heirloom bracelet suddenly surface at an anonymous high-stakes auction.