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Love Is An Experiment

Love Is An Experiment

"Sign it." He said, stretching out the file. "I'm not going to sign that paper, Carlton."  I felt vulnerable and scared. I turned to Carlton, and his eyes just cut right through me. Instantly, a huge lump formed in my throat. "I... I... don't..." Carlton's expression suddenly softened. He sat next to me and reached out to cup my chin gently. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his hand brushed against my skin. "I'm not going to hurt you or anything, I just need this. I won't use it against you." He said gently. I hesitated for a moment, staring into his eyes before I took the pen and file from him with trembling fingers. I signed where necessary and gave it back to him. He stood, kissed the top of my head, and head for the door, but stopped in front of my wardrobe, where the lingerie he had ordered to be brought to my room was. His eyes fell back on me, his lips thinning into a line. "That's the only relationship we have now, Good night, Samantha." He said and closed the door. What? When tragedy strikes, Samantha Jones's life is turned upside down. Forced to drop out of high school and take on a secret life as a stripper, she's desperate for a way out. Her desperate life takes a drastic turn when she's propositioned by billionaire Carlton Williams - MARRY ME, AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE WORLD. But there's a catch: he's only using her to secure his inheritance Samantha's willing to do whatever it takes to provide for her sister, even if it means being a pawn in Carlton's game. Will their arrangement ignite into something more, or will the secrets and lies tear them apart? Find out.
Love, Lies, and a Platinum Card

Love, Lies, and a Platinum Card

Olivia Clark, an art student, found paint a permanent part of her life, just like her love for Liam Harrison, a charming musician she believed was from modest means. She scrimped and saved every penny from multiple odd jobs, not for herself, but to buy him an expensive artificial cochlear implant for his supposed congenital hearing loss. Their love bloomed in a secret, dusty studio, a world known only to them. But one night, while working a dishwashing shift, Olivia saw Liam flashing a platinum credit card, buying drinks for friends-a bill easily topping six figures. Then, from an adjacent room, she overheard a conversation that shattered her world: Liam was no struggling musician but a billionaire heir, using her as a pawn in a cruel game to make her wealthy friend Chloe jealous. The man she loved, the man for whom she sacrificed everything, was merely playing her. The words, crude and mocking, hit her like a physical blow. They spoke of her as a "cheap piece of trash," a disposable "maid." Liam, silent, let them tear her down. Her hand, cut and bleeding, became a stark reflection of her internal wounds. The truth, once a blinding light, now felt like a draining life force. How could she have been so blind? How could the man who whispered promises of marriage and a good life be so utterly heartless? Had his "love" always been a performance, a twisted game? The realization that he had seen her as nothing more than an insignificant extra, a freebie in his pursuit of Chloe, left her with a chilling emptiness. With a newfound resolve, Olivia pulled out her phone. "I've made up my mind," she told her academic advisor, her voice firm. "I'm going to Europe." She was leaving, not just a place, but a past built on lies, ready to forge a new future, free from his deception.
THE PROPOSAL

THE PROPOSAL

The Proposal is a bitter-sweet love story of Fiona Lawson and Alexander Harrington. Things were all good with the Lawsons until Mr. Lawson, Fiona's father passed and left them with almost nothing. Not until her Mr. Lawson died did Fiona find out about the debt her father had taken for the company and used the house as part of the collateral leaving her and her younger brother, Thomas, homeless. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Fiona is reminded of her father's friend, Victor Harrington and decides to approach him for help with their not so good situation. Victor Harrington was happy to help if only she would marry his son, Alexander Harrington. At the time, Alexander Harrington was already engaged to be married to Eleanor William. It was not hard to convince him to leave Eleanor for Fiona as he was a lover of very beautiful women. Eleanor, upon hearing of this plan decides it is best that she kills herself and committed suicide. She would rather die than see Alexander with someone else. Fiona Lawson is determined to get the company back until she finds out that her father was killed, and that Mr. Victor Harrington might inf act have a hand in her father's death. She is determined to avenger her father's death and her mother's reappearance only fuels her to do so. Later on, we will find out that Eleanor's suicide was staged, and she is very much alive. She collaborates with Fiona to bring the Harrington's to the book. But what happens when feelings begin to stir up between Fiona and Alexander? Never say never when it comes to matters of the heart.
The Forgotten Past, The Found Self

The Forgotten Past, The Found Self

The sterile smell of antiseptic was the first thing I registered, a dull ache throbbing in my head. I was in a hospital bed, my mind a complete blank. "You're finally awake," a woman with a tired, angry face snapped. "Do you know how much trouble you've caused? Trying to kill yourself over a man. Olivia, you are a disgrace to the Hayes family." More names were thrown at me by a man equally displeased: Liam, Scarlett, Olivia Reynolds-my name. They painted a picture of a pathetic woman, obsessed with her adopted sister Scarlett's fiancé, Liam Sterling. According to them, I had forced Liam into marriage and was now attempting suicide because he wouldn't love me back. My adoptive parents and husband spoke about me as if I wasn' t there, their words cold, cruel, and utterly foreign. Then came the demand: "Scarlett needs a blood transfusion. You have the same rare type. You're going to the operating room now to donate blood to your sister." It wasn't a request. It was an order. I was dragged to the donation room, where Liam-the object of my supposed obsession-followed. "Make sure you take enough," he told the nurse, his eyes burning with contempt. "Don't think this changes anything, Olivia. After this, you'll sign the divorce papers." He even threw a million-dollar check on the bed, a brutal payment for my blood. The old Olivia, who they claimed would have shattered, was gone. The memories, the pain, the love-it felt like a stranger's story. Amnesia had wiped the slate clean, leaving an eerie calm. Lying there, listening to nurses whisper about my pathetic desperation, I realized something profound. The woman they were talking about wasn't me. The past wasn't mine. And my future? It was a blank canvas, finally mine to paint. I took out my phone, found a lawyer's number, and dialed. "I want to file for divorce," I said, my voice steady. "And I want to sever all legal ties with my adoptive parents."
The Woman He Wronged

The Woman He Wronged

The city lights glittered below, a diamond carpet as I stood on Liam's penthouse balcony, a velvet box heavy in my pocket. Inside, the watch I'd saved for months, a five-year anniversary gift for the man who was supposed to be my future. He was the brilliant tech entrepreneur, my Liam, and tonight was about us. Then, his voice, cold and casual through the slightly ajar sliding door: "The wedding is in two weeks." My breath hitched. Wedding? A dismissive laugh followed. "Chloe doesn't need to know." "She's… comfortable." "She can be my girl on the side." "It's the perfect arrangement." "I get the family connections, and I still get to keep the woman I actually enjoy being with." The world tilted. Mistress. The word echoed, a sickening smear across my vision. I was a business plan, a line item. The five years, the love, the life we'd built-all a lie to be sold for a better deal. The casual cruelty was a physical blow, leaving me unable to breathe, lost in a room suddenly filled with monstrous laughter. He caught my eye from across the room, smiling that warm, intimate smile he reserved for me, the one that promised forever. And in that moment, the champagne glass slipped from my numb fingers, shattering on the polished floor, echoing the complete destruction of my heart. His fake concern, the lies in his eyes-I saw it all. Chloe Chen, the woman who loved him, ceased to exist. I walked out of the penthouse, out of that life, knowing I had to erase him. Piece by piece. Starting with me.
My Best Friend, My Wife, My Betrayal

My Best Friend, My Wife, My Betrayal

As an Austin IT guy, I bore the crushing guilt of my supposed infertility, convinced I was failing my influencer wife, Jess, and her dream of a family. Our marriage had grown cold, dominated by her career, and the weight of my perceived inadequacy was immense. But then, I stumbled upon a secret: birth control pills hidden in Jess's bag. My world tilted, the carefully constructed narrative of our life starting to crack. Jess tearfully confessed to using them for career reasons, skillfully manipulating my guilt over my "condition" documented by an acquaintance nurse, Sarah. I reluctantly accepted, but a chilling suspicion had taken root. Soon after, I found items belonging to my best friend, David, tucked away in Jess' s room - strange for a place she claimed was exclusively hers. The truth burst open when my hidden camera caught them: Jess and David, intimately involved, proving my betrayal was deeper than I imagined. Then, Sarah, consumed by guilt, confessed it all: Jess' s infertility report was fake, there was no miscarriage, and she' d had an abortion long before, fearing it would derail her career. My entire life had been built on their elaborate lies. The betrayal escalated from emotional manipulation to outright attempted murder. Jess drugged me and tried to drown me in a staged car accident, only for Sarah to miraculously save me. Witnessing Jess and David celebrating my "death" on my phone ignited a pure, incandescent rage. Every ounce of my fabricated guilt vanished, replaced by an urgent need for justice. My innocent confusion was gone. I knew now: I wouldn't be their victim any longer. This IT guy was about to turn the tables and expose every single one of their heinous secrets.