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Too Late For Forgiveness, My Love

Too Late For Forgiveness, My Love

Elara Vance was ready to do anything for her husband, Ethan. Pregnant but determined, she was on the verge of inducing labor early to donate her kidney-a sacrifice she believed would save his life and secure their family's future. Still hazy from anesthesia, a chilling conversation pierced through the fog. Ethan' s voice, devoid of love, ordered their newborn son to be "discarded." Then, his closest friend, Jake, laughed, chillingly saying, "One kid a year to make her suffer for Chloe, man, that' s brutal!" The truth unfurled like a nightmare: Ethan' s love was a decade-long revenge plot. Chloe? His supposedly deceased fiancée. Every "accident" – two miscarriages, a staged mugging – were calculated attacks. He was never sick. He confessed he' d meticulously destroyed her life, planned to harvest her kidney, perform a hysterectomy, and leave her shamed and barren. The man she loved, the father of her murdered children, was a monster. Every tender touch, every shared dream, a meticulously crafted illusion. The realization hit like a physical blow: her entire life, built on his deceptive love, was a slaughterhouse. How could she have been so blind, so trusting? Paralyzed yet seething, Elara knew she had only one path. She would play his game of devotion, burying her rage deep. She was alive, battered and broken, but not defeated. Elara Vance would escape, and then, she would ensure Ethan Knight paid the ultimate price for his monstrous deception. Her survival was just the beginning of her real revenge.
A Maid For The Billionaire Twins

A Maid For The Billionaire Twins

"You're a slut, Nadia. I hate you!" Trevor yells at the top of his voice, grabbing the flower vase on the mirror stand, and smashing it on the ground. "You think you're different from all of them? Do you think you're different from all those bitches I sleep with? Hell no, Nadia!" He yells again, glaring hard at her. "Don't you dare, Trevor! Don't you dare talk to me in that manner. Don't you dare call me names, you heartless beast! Do you have a conscience at all? Do you have a heart...." "One more word from you Nadia, and I'll make sure you regret the day you were born. For your damn information, I don't have a conscience. I don't have a heart," The corner of his lips slowly twitches into a smirk as he emphasizes his statement. "I thought you loved me..." "I never said I did... We were horny, and we satisfied each other. Whatever happened between us, is not based on some feelings shit, it was all fun," Nadia watches her with a broken heart as tears trickle down her cheeks. "And that thing inside you... You think it's mine? Were you by chance thinking that I'm going to take responsibility for that thing you're carrying? That's never going to happen, is either you get rid of it, or you go to hell with it. I don't care if you die or not, that's your problem to deal with. You're not my type my kind of woman, Nadia," And with that, he grabs her roughly and throws her out of his room, slamming the door hard on her face. Where is she going to start this journey of hers? How will she cope with the pregnancy? Staring at the closed door, her whole world comes crashing down before her eyes...