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The Undeniable Dead

The Undeniable Dead

For three years, I’d been a silent, unseen presence, a ghost tethered to the man who ruined my life: Rick Thompson. Today, his opulent Manhattan penthouse boomed with a lavish birthday party for his new fiancée, a celebration that should have been my own. Amidst the champagne and laughter, Rick casually remembered me, his ex, telling his assistant to send me leftover food at the "wellness clinic" he’d sent me to. Moments later, the assistant returned, pale-faced, revealing the horrifying truth: I had died almost three years ago, and the critical funds Rick set aside for my care had never arrived. Rick dismissed it as a crude trick, but his call to my family confirmed my heartbroken mother’s worst fears. Enraged, he stormed into our humble West Virginia home, confronting my crippled brother and grieving mother, smashing my memorial photo. His new fiancée, Tiffany, fueled his delusion, suggesting I was alive and hiding. He then ordered his men to dig up my grave in the old church cemetery. I, a helpless ghost, watched in silent horror as my desecrated coffin revealed my skeletal remains—undeniable proof of my death. The brutal sight, coupled with the crushing realization of his colossal mistake, triggered a massive stroke in my already fragile mother, claiming her life right there at my graveside. Rick, finally comprehending the monstrous scope of his folly, collapsed in agony, consumed by guilt. With newfound, chilling resolve, Rick turned his immense resources, not to create, but to destroy, vowing to meticulously unravel every lie that led to my family's ruin and embark on a relentless path of vengeance against the true architect of our tragedy.
Divorce, Rebirth, and Sweet Success

Divorce, Rebirth, and Sweet Success

The last thing I remembered was the blinding pain behind my eyes, then darkness. When I opened them again, I was back in my bed, twenty-five years younger, before my life became a hollow marriage to August Savage, a U.S. Senator who saw me as nothing more than a political asset. A painful memory surfaced: my death from an aneurysm, brought on by years of quiet heartbreak. I had seen a picture of August, his college sweetheart Heidi, and our son Kadin on a family retreat, looking like the perfect family. I was the one who took the picture. I shot out of bed, knowing this was the day of that retreat. I ran to the private airfield, desperate to stop them. I saw them there, bathed in morning light: August, Kadin, and Heidi, looking like a perfect, happy family. "August!" I yelled, my voice raw. His smile vanished. "Carolynn, what are you doing here? You're making a scene." I ignored him, confronting Heidi. "Who are you? And why are you going on my family's trip?" Kadin then slammed into me, yelling, "Go away! You're ruining our trip with Aunt Heidi!" He sneered, "Because you're no fun. Aunt Heidi is smart and fun. Not like you." August hissed, "Look what you've done. You've upset Heidi. You're embarrassing me." His words hit me harder than any physical blow. I had spent years sacrificing my dreams to be the perfect wife and mother, only to be seen as a servant, an obstacle. "Let's get a divorce," I said, my voice a quiet thunderclap. August and Kadin froze, then scoffed, "Are you trying to get my attention, Carolynn? This is a pathetic new low." I walked to the desk, pulled out the divorce papers, and signed my name with a steady hand. This time, I was choosing myself.
The Affair That Cost Everything

The Affair That Cost Everything

My heart sank when I heard, "Three million dollars has been withdrawn from your joint savings account." Gone. The money, our life' s work, our shared dream, was gone. I knew instantly where it went: to Summer Reed, Liam' s high school sweetheart, the ghost of our marriage. Last night, I overheard Liam on the phone, promising Summer our money, saying, "Of course, it' s our money. Chloe' s and mine. But she' ll understand. Your well-being is the most important thing." He had tricked me into signing "investment papers," draining our future for his old flame. I felt pathetic, a walking bank account for his true love. When I returned to our apartment to grab my last things, I found Summer already moved in, wearing my robe, eating dinner cooked by my husband. He even made her favorite dish, forgetting I was allergic to garlic. He then put her in our bed, saying it was "just for a few days." I finally understood; I was just a prop in their reunion. Liam blamed me, called me "possessive." He then revealed Summer' s husband was abusive, and she had nowhere to go, trying to excuse his betrayal. The office gossiped about Liam' s affair, his spending company money on Summer, taking her to Paris while I managed our home, his career, and built my own. How could he do this? How could his devotion to her erase six years of our life, our dreams, our unborn child? What kind of monster pretends to care while actively destroying everything we built? I wouldn't stand for it. I packed my bags, smashing our wedding photo, and called my estranged brother, Ethan. "I' m coming home," I whispered. This was over. I was getting a divorce.
Love on the rooftop

Love on the rooftop

LOVE ON THE ROOFTOP Blurb Amelia ran to the topmost floor in her school with tears in her eyes. Her uniform was soiled with eggs, tomatoes and flour particles. Her hair was wet with water mixed with egg dripping down her uniform making her smell bad and unkempt. She looked at the unfamiliar environment she was in and cold shivers ran down her spine. She dragged her feet to the rails with her mind in turmoil, is she ready to do this? She asked herself unsure of her decision. With a look of determination, she held the rails and began to climb. The cool evening breeze blew across her face making her hair scatter all over her tear stained face. She took in a deep breath and allowed her legs to cross over the rails in an attempt to jump out, "what are you doing?" She heard a deep masculine voice and turned abruptly in fear to see a handsome man standing few feet away from her. "Please go away" she pleaded but he stood there unmoved. "What are you doing?" He repeated coming close to her, "don't come any closer" she screamed at him and fresh tears poured out of her eyes, "what does it look like I'm doing?, I'm ending my miserable life. Why am so unfortunate?" She lamented and there was a moment of silence between the two of them. She turned back to the rails and made up her mind to jump at the count of three but at the same time, conscious of the stranger behind her. "Why are you still here? Leave now before you will be called a murderer" she said coldly scared that he might end up in jail because of her death. "I don't know why you are doing this girl" he said with a sigh "but, before you jump, look around you and tell me if you are worst than the person or people you've seen" he said, his blue eyes teary as he looked into her hazel eyes. Amelia turned her face away from him "you don't even know me nor the reason I'm feeling this way. I beg you to stay away from me" she replied stubbornly. There was silence once more until the strange man spoke up again, "since you feel that you are the only one in pains and the only way to end it is by jumping, why the f**k are you still there and not jumping!!?" He yelled and she recoiled in fear. Their tears were now streaming down their cheeks freely. "I can't do it, I'm not ready" she muttered, "yes, it's not worth it, let's be survivors" he cooed. Without thinking twice, she fell into his awaiting arms as they cried their eyes out. Who's this strange man and why do I find solace in his arms? She wondered. "What is the reason behind his tears?", "Why do I feel we are connected somehow?", "What is this feeling I'm having?" She asked no one in particular as she relaxed more in his arms. Love on the rooftop, solely written by Authoress Gifted Please do not copy
My Little Bride

My Little Bride

"You are getting married and that's final," Her Father said is voice loud and angry, and she had just arrived home from school to hear the biggest news of her life. "Dad, I'm in no mood for this right now. What do you mean I'm getting married? I'm barely Eighteen!!" She said her face red. She just got back from late night class, and she is too tired for another of her family dramas. "Vladimir Markin would be your husband," the man said. "Vlad what!!! Ivanie shrieks back the color draining from her face completely. What does he mean by Vladimir why Vladimir, who's Vladimir? "Dad!!" she was almost screaming. "No more, Ivanie," her father snapped, going back to take his seat. Ivanie turned to see her mother in a corner with her head down, barely looking at her. 'Right, who could oppose her father he was the great Williams Shanks, and finally say was his best work yet'. Ivanie ran up the stairs pissed her bag, jingling along with her as she ran up to her room. As soon as she was behind closed doors, "Argh," she screamed her head off angry and unable to contain her anger. She punched the pillow desperately, trying to convey her frustration. "I'm so not getting married, never," Ivanie yelled. ••••• Who was Ivanie? A golden spoon teen who was born out of wealth, she had everything you could wish everything money could buy. She was rude, nonchalant, and way too Sarcastic; if she wanted it, she got it. Jace is a fourth generation born with a golden spoon. Nothing escapes his eyes, not the school's beauty or the good things. Malachi? He's a total playboy who has his eyes everywhere and doesn't like being committed. He would rather promise you a memorable night than love. Jessica? The school total bitch. She's a copycat seeking attention. She's fuckinh rich but never gets satisfied with anything. •••• "Sir Vladimir your mom has purchased the ticket back home, we will be flying back tomorrow" The man in the back seat of a high-profile car said nothing, he scrolled through his phone looking at his scheduled table. "And she has sent the picture of the girl I will be emailing it to you, " James Vladimir's assistant said sending the mail to Vladimir. It took Vladimir a while before he clicked on the mailbox. The picture of the girl popped up and written on it was her full birth name. "Ivanie Shanks........ hmm" Vladimir's cold voice uttered as he adjusted his tie and scrolled through her information.