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His Billion-Dollar Vengeance

His Billion-Dollar Vengeance

"Daddy, are we really not going?" my daughter Chloe asked, her eyes big and hopeful, clutching the beautiful dress she was supposed to wear to the Memorial Day gala with her mother. My wife, Congresswoman Ava Hayes, had just called, her voice crisp and professional, claiming a last-minute, critical political function with donors. But I saw the disappointment in Chloe's trembling lip, and I knew I had to make it right for her. So, against Ava's instructions, I took Chloe to the gala, hoping for a special surprise night for my little girl. When we arrived, the grand D.C. estate was buzzing with national news cameras, and there, bathed in a spotlight on a massive stage, was my wife Ava. She wasn't at a "critical function" – she was standing next to her Chief of Staff, Mark, publicly introducing him and his son Liam as her "husband" and "our wonderful son." My world tilted, and a cold dread washed over me as Chloe whispered, "Daddy, why is Mommy with Mr. Mark? And why is she calling Liam her son?" I confronted Ava, demanding to know why she was pretending another man's son was hers, when our daughter, Chloe, stood right there beside me. She didn't miss a beat, her smile replaced by a mask of cold fury as she shrieked, "Security! This man is a disturbed constituent! He's been harassing my family!" The crowd, a sea of D.C. elites, jeered, calling me a "stalker" and a "nobody," as Mark put a protective arm around Ava, playing the devoted husband. Then, a text from Ava buzzed on my phone, citing our sacred "Veto Card" to cover this grotesque betrayal for the "campaign," twisting our most intimate promise into a tool of deceit. But the deepest cut came when Chloe, wanting to defend me, ran forward, only for Liam, Mark's son, to shove her back, her head hitting a marble planter. Chloe's cry of pain echoed, and blood trickled from her forehead as Ava shielded Liam, glaring at me with icy eyes, "Stop harassing a child!" Mark, with a patronizing smirk, threw a platinum credit card at my feet, telling me to "get lost" before he had me arrested. As I cradled my bleeding daughter, hearing her whimper, "Mommy doesn't want me anymore," something inside me snapped. The quiet, unassuming stay-at-home dad was gone, replaced by a profound rage that demanded retribution, a quiet fury about to turn the world upside down.
Three Years, A Shattered Reality With The Heir

Three Years, A Shattered Reality With The Heir

Three years. Three years of marriage to Olivia Reed, the woman who redefined my world. On our anniversary, I went to sign the final papers for our joint asset trust, a mere formality. But the city clerk told me words that shattered my reality: "According to our records, you are not legally married to Olivia Reed." My laughter died in my throat when she added, "There is a record of a marriage for Ms. Olivia Reed... to Alex Thorne. It was filed two years ago." Alex Thorne. My protégé. The talented young architect I'd mentored, the man I trusted after our ceremony. The wedding certificate, the grand gestures, the vows-all lies. Every single one. I pieced it together: Olivia's sad eyes, her whispers of a "replacement" while I was overseas, her tears and apologies for being "paranoid" about Alex when I returned. Now, I heard her cooing to him on the phone, "To him, I'm his devoted wife. To the world, you' re my husband. It' s a perfect arrangement. I have his love and your legal status. I have everything." Everything. And I had nothing. I was a sham. A joke. The love I felt, a towering structure, crumbled to dust. There was no rage. Just a cold, empty void. Then, the sculpture crashed. Olivia chose him, shielding him, letting the heavy steel frame slam into me, crushing bones. Lying broken in the hospital, I watched her dote on him while ignoring me. I realized she had intended to erase me. This wasn't a mistake. This wasn't an accident. This was a brutal choice, a calculated punishment. Ethan Miller, the trusting fool, was dead. I decided then. I wasn' t confronting her. I was disappearing. And then, when she least expected it, I would take it all away.
Searching for Love, Found Wealth

Searching for Love, Found Wealth

Looks weren't all that important. Those bullies want to smear it in her face that she was less important. Kiera John. She was proud of her name. When at middle school she got rained with different insulting names, she didn't find it very funny. Well things changed when her long lost boy best friend came back to their part of the town and soon she got exposed to a less toxic world. She even got to be friends with a popular guy at school and thought perhaps her life could change to be the "ideal teen girl's life". But of course, bullying is still part of teenage life. Becoming popular at school was the least of her wants but if she had to be to earn her respects and protect her friends, then she would. Cara Adams, a heartless shitty girl who was crushed on by virtually all the boys from the top best schools at Washington, was set to destroy her by all means. Not wanting to share her crown as Queen of Javin high school, Cara devises ways of shaming our young fighter. Of course, when your boy best friend is a popular teen model and your school half-crush is the popular and cute Jasper, you might get an inch of survival from a devil like Cara. Still Cara wasn't buying it. Friends and families play an important role in changing Kiera's perspective of life. She realizes she need not hate her looks and aimed more on accepting herself. Fate also slowly made her realize that "Hate is taught. Love is natural". Her family later was revealed to be the powerful Martinez family with a dirty secret and bad name. Creating another seemingly endless case of courts, rights and inheritance. Join Kiera in her bid to prove to the world that she isn't much of the everyday teenager.
BEYOND ILLUSIONS

BEYOND ILLUSIONS

This is a riveting story of true love that stands out through the ages of time, no matter what, no matter when, and how, still this love remains unbeatable for two people whose heart and soul were intertwined by fate. Jannah Arianne (JA) was a writer two years back and a psychologist who has the ability to read minds since she was young, the reason why people called her 'crazy and psychopath'. Through her ability, she was able to find out that her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. As she started her new life as a psychological counselor and a teacher in a private school, her life was once put into a dilemma when a "mysterious man", appeared in her dreams many times. She did not understand why she was falling for that man, and she felt like she knew him in the past. That was also the time when she met Zacky on Facebook and mistook him as the man in her dreams. Later, she found out that it was her deceased friend who came back to fulfill their childhood promises. Meanwhile, she and Zacky became friends on Facebook and when she knew that Zacky is a writer on a reading platform, she decided to go back into writing and make him the character of her story. Things became complicated when she used again her ability to read Zacky's mind and fell in love with him despite the things she found out about his identity. Will she be able to find true love with this person she had not known personally or she will continue to live in illusions?
His Heartless Plan, Her Bitter End

His Heartless Plan, Her Bitter End

For three years, I painted by day and worked dead-end jobs by night, all to fund my brilliant musician husband, David, battling a rare illness. My latest sacrifice was night shifts at the Sterling Art Gallery-dangerous, but it paid for his experimental treatments. Then, a laugh drifted from a private room, strong and vibrant, just like David's, but not the weak one I knew. "You should have seen her face, Em," he chuckled, "She actually believes I need that new 'serum' from Switzerland. Another fifty grand, just like that." My world shattered as Emily, his childhood friend, replied, "Three years of this, and she still thinks you're a poor, dying musician." He gloated about this "brilliant plan" to exploit me, calling marrying me his "biggest mistake," all while planning to use our unborn child as his "ticket out." Before I could process the monstrous truth, the gallery was raided; my mother, bringing me soup, was brutally thrown, her head striking a pedestal. David and Emily, seeing everything from their sleek black car, simply drove away, leaving me and my dying mother. He arrived at the hospital later, weaving a masterful performance of a worried husband. As he reached for my hand, the nurse delivered the fatal blow: my mother was gone. Then Emily waltzed in, lilies in hand, cooing fake sympathy before flaunting a photo of her and David, with a caption solidifying their "true love." A rich male friend tossed hundreds onto my blanket, "For your trouble. Should be enough to cover a funeral for whatever working-class family you came from." My grief calcified into icy rage. "Assault, robbery, and accessory to murder," I stated calmly, "And you know, it's amazing what a security camera in a high-end gallery can pick up. Even the sound. I'm sure the police will be very interested in the recording of my husband and his mistress discussing three years of felony fraud just before the 'robbery' happened." Silence fell. He had underestimated me. I lost everything-my mother, my husband, my baby that would never be. But in losing everything, I had nothing left to fear. "You want me to sell my grandmother's apartment? Fine. But not for us. For me. You will transfer five hundred thousand dollars into my personal bank account. Today." I hung up, laying a trap.