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Too Late For Regret, Mr. Morrison

Too Late For Regret, Mr. Morrison

I came home exhausted from an eighteen-hour hospital shift, just wanting to rest in the bed my husband of three years rarely shared with me. Instead, I found his mistress sprawled on our bedroom floor in a pool of stage blood, holding a knife and screaming that I had pushed her and killed her baby. My husband, Kian, rushed in. He didn't care that I was still in my wrinkled scrubs, nor did he look at the blatantly fake ultrasound she threw on the floor. "Shut up, you vicious bitch." He shoved me out of the way so hard that my head cracked open against the sharp marble fireplace. As real blood gushed down my face and blinded me, he simply scooped her up and walked out, leaving me bleeding on the floor while the house staff watched in disgust. As I lay there gasping, my medical training cut through the haze. The chronic weakness and dizzy spells I'd suffered for months weren't from overwork. Kian had been slowly poisoning me. I had played the meek, invisible wife for three years, enduring his coldness and his cheating. I didn't understand how the man I married could not only frame me, but actively try to murder me just to clear the way for his secret lover. I dragged myself up, stitched my own torn scalp without a single tear, and pulled out my hidden military-grade laptop. I signed the divorce papers to claim my guaranteed half of his ten-billion-dollar trust fund, and logged back into my old hacker alias. The meek wife was dead.
The Heir's Private Driver

The Heir's Private Driver

Leonhart Aldric never imagined his life would become entangled in the obsessive desires of a wealthy heiress. He lived a simple life, working as a private chauffeur for Vivienne Everleigh, the only daughter of a powerful business tycoon. The job wasn't his choice-it was a legacy left by his father, who had served the Everleigh family until his last breath. Out of respect for his late father, Leonhart stepped into his place. But working for the Everleighs was far from easy. Especially because of Vivienne-a spoiled, stubborn girl who was utterly fixated on him. Obsessed, relentless, and completely unwilling to accept rejection, Vivienne did everything in her power to get his attention. Leonhart, however, never saw Vivienne as anything more than a pampered girl who knew nothing of the real world. He rejected every advance and ignored every flirtation with his usual cold demeanor. But the more he pulled away, the more determined Vivienne became. When Leonhart started getting close to another woman, jealousy consumed Vivienne. She couldn't accept the thought of the man she wanted falling into someone else's arms. And so, she devised a plan-using her wealth and influence to destroy any woman who dared get close to Leonhart. But beneath all her reckless actions, there was one fear she refused to acknowledge-the fear of losing Leonhart forever. And Leonhart? Would he survive in Vivienne's obsessive world, or would he walk away before it was too late?
One Last Night With My Son's Daddy

One Last Night With My Son's Daddy

After working several end jobs. A taxi driver, Naomi was desperate and finally found a job that could pay for her mother's hospital bills. As an escort for a high-profile successful billionaire, Salah. And not to her expectations, she not only ends up falling in love with him. But gets pregnant with his child. Giving birth while in hiding to his child and hiding the child away from him. Five years later. The unlucky, Naomi, finds out she doesn't have a lot of time to live. This is the story of Naomi's planned one last night with her son's daddy bringing to light what neither Salah nor Naomi ever thought happened and would happen in their lives. *** “Is it because I was once an escort? Someone who sold her body for money could never be trusted. Right? After all, I saved you while working as an escort. ” Salah averts his gaze. “From the very start. The first day you lay your eyes on me. You never gave me the benefit of the doubt. You already made up your mind about me. “I was not someone you could trust in anything. I was a liar and still am in your eyes. That is the sole reason you were hiding me and our relationship. For a whole year that it lasted. “You hid me from everyone like I was a sort of contagious disease. I could not talk to anyone about our relationship. I could never get pregnant because the baby out of wedlock could never be yours. “Explain to me why. Why was my worth for loving you measured by who I was and the amount of what I owned? “Explain to me why I am a bad mother.” “Why did you keep him from me? Why did you give birth to him without telling me?” “What was the use of telling you when you never wanted me to have your child? What is the use of telling you if he was going to be treated the way you treated me? “The child is mine. He has nothing to do with you. Mine alone, I chose to have him. I chose to keep him. It was up to me to keep him in my womb, and it was up to me to raise him.
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA

MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE MAFIA

The Story comprises the most dangerous mafia; he is also a handsome young man about 24 years of age by name Harrison McCall. He is known to be the leader of the Mafia group name, “Black Jaguars” these groups are feared by many in the country and with this, he doesn’t take “NO” for an answer especially when it comes to his personal needs. He is most feared by people except his family members who know nothing about his dangerous lifestyle. Harrison has always been a jerk, a cheater, and a dangerous bi***h he hated the word LOVE because he never believed in it but he likes to flirt around. Until the day he met Elena. A 20-year-old lady by the name of Elena Morgan, She’s a very beautiful, Kind but timid at times, smart, and a little bit shy young lady and also the only daughter of her parents. The STORY got thrilled when both families got the two different individuals married. Harrison and Elena got married but it was a loveless marriage. They were living like enemies but as time goes on things began to change. But, when the two couples decided to take their newfound love life to another turn, Jason came into the picture. Jason, Harrison's cousin's brother is the opposite of him. Jason hated everything about Harrison. Firstly, he blames Harrison for taking away his first love for his ex-girlfriend Sara and now the one true love he had for Elena Harrison took her away from him and got married to her as well. Jason is verge to take REVENGE on him and pay him back in double folds. Jason plans on making Harrison’s newfound happiness to be shattered and he is determined to KILL for it. ** Will he succeeds with his plans??? ** FIND OUT MORE IN THE STORY…
Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

Fifty Million Reasons To Hate Him

For three years, I believed I had the perfect, flawlessly submissive wife. But right as I was about to sign a fifty-million-dollar divorce settlement to make her go away quietly, I suddenly heard a sharp, ecstatic voice echoing inside my skull. "Freedom! Long live freedom! I finally shook off this absolute bastard!" I snapped my head up, only to see Iris sitting across the table, her delicate shoulders trembling as she sobbed into her hands, looking like a shattered woman losing her entire world. It wasn't a hallucination; I could actually hear her inner thoughts. The realization hit me like a physical blow. My fragile, heartbroken wife was a calculating hypocrite who mentally cursed me out while physically begging me to stay. When I later dragged her out of a nightclub where she was partying half-naked, I heard her true thoughts about our intimacy—she considered our nights together a mere "complimentary clause" in our business contract. Even the loving, home-cooked French dinners I cherished were exposed through her mind to be microwaved Michelin-star takeout. For three years, I had prided myself on being a dominant, attentive husband, yet I was played for an absolute fool. How could she fake every single tear, every single touch, with such terrifying perfection while viewing me as nothing more than an ATM? Looking at her cowering on my penthouse floor, clutching an anniversary Birkin bag she secretly planned to sell for a Porsche, a dark rush of power blinded me. I wasn't just going to let her walk away with my millions anymore; I was going to use my new ability to rip off her mask and utterly destroy her.
Betrayed By Love, Reborn in Vengeance

Betrayed By Love, Reborn in Vengeance

The warehouse air bit deep, the night before my engagement party. I was Noah Miller, a tech prodigy, about to marry Emily Stone. Now, I lay broken on a frozen concrete floor, limbs shattered, a final blow to my head fading the world to red and black. Men sent by my own fiancée did this. Left for dead, I survived on frozen concrete, only to find myself in a hospital with my mother, Susan Miller, CEO of Miller Corp, vowing revenge. But her words turned arctic as I overheard her: "He and his father were getting too ambitious. They were a threat to Alex' s position." Alex, my adopted brother. The son she truly cherished. They plotted to install Alex as my replacement, to marry Emily and take over the company. My mother casually dismissed my critical injuries, stating my ability to have children was "irrelevant" since I wouldn' t inherit anyway. She chose to let me be crippled. The family I thought I had was a snake pit. The devastating truth hit me - my own mother orchestrated this, all for Alex, and for his biological father, Robert Davis, the man who swapped us at birth. She knew the truth, yet embraced the lie, denying me the love and privilege that should have been mine. My life was a lie. My future, gone. What was the point of surviving? My very existence became a testament to their cruelty. But somewhere deep inside, a flicker of outrage ignited. A hidden phone, a forgotten contact-Leo, a ghost from my street past. He picked up. "I need your help," I rasped. This wasn't about hope. It was a cold, hard promise of revenge.
One night stand with Mr Hot billionaire

One night stand with Mr Hot billionaire

Synopsis: Camila had a one-night stand with Ethan Washington, a wealthy and kind billionaire. After some time, she discovered that she was pregnant. However, she had no way of finding the stranger she had the encounter with. To her surprise, she later learned that she was carrying not just one child, but eight. Overwhelmed by the thought of raising so many children on her own, Camila decided to speak to a doctor about not wanting to keep the babies. The doctor, considering the situation, thought of informing Charlotte, who happened to be looking for a surrogate. Charlotte is Ethan Washington's wife, and despite being married for five years, they had no children of their own. Ethan and Charlotte offered to pay Camila and take custody of the children. Camila recognized Ethan as the father of her octuplets, but he did not recognize her due to the nature of their one-night stand. Camila chose not to reveal the truth to him, as she needed the money for her mother's treatment. Two years later, Camila's small business failed, and she had to find a job to support herself. She applied for a position in Ethan's company and was hired as his secretary. When Ethan saw Camila again after two years, he felt sorry for her and decided to employ her. However, he had already developed feelings for her, but he couldn't leave his wife because he loved her. The question remains: will Ethan ever discover that he is the father of the children? And will Camila and Ethan ever have a chance to be together?
She Died for Her Son's Future

She Died for Her Son's Future

My days were a silent decay, confined to a dark wing of my husband Ethan' s sprawling estate, a place as forgotten as I had become. Once a celebrated musician, now I was a ghostly presence, my body frail, my spirit hollowed by isolation. Then, they came for me: two brute men pulling me from my stained mattress into the blinding opulence of Ethan' s main living area. My husband stood there, a king with his pop star queen, Chloe, and my own son, Leo, whose face was a mask of coldness. They demanded a public apology, accusing me of sabotaging Chloe' s career with vicious lies, lies my son' s small voice echoed, tearing me apart. Within moments, the charade intensified: Chloe dramatically collapsed, feigning a sudden, fatal heart condition, and the physician Ethan controlled declared a desperate need for a transplant. Ethan' s eyes, cold and calculating, fixed on me with a horrifying intent: I was to be sacrificed, my healthy organs harvested for Chloe' s fictional illness. The ultimate betrayal wasn't just my stolen songs or the car crash that left me paralyzed; it was this barbaric desecration, driven by Ethan's monstrous, deluded love, all to secure Chloe' s fame. How could I, a mother, a wife, who had given everything, be condemned to such a gruesome, public death for a lie? Just as the clinic room prepared for my end, I made a choice, a whisper to the voice inside my head, the System, to simply "vanish." Sarah Thompson was dead, leaving only an empty shell behind. But a flicker of hope, the image of my ailing sister and my son, still tangled in their web of deceit, ignited a desperate resolve. I would return, step back into the inferno, and for the first time, not be their victim. I would expose their monstrous truths, redeem my son, save my sister, and make Ethan, the man who destroyed me, truly pay for every single sin. This time, I was ready to demand: "Die for me, Ethan."