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Her Babies, His Deadly Secret

Her Babies, His Deadly Secret

On the day I was to marry Mark Chen, a text message changed everything. It was from my cousin, Chloe, a picture of her and Mark on a plane, smiling, with a single sentence: "Sorry, Sarah. We couldn' t wait." Humiliation washed over me, but then David Chen, Mark's uncle, stepped forward, offering a startling proposal: "Marry me, Sarah. Right now." He vowed to erase my shame, claiming he' d loved me for years. Numb, desperate to escape the pitying stares, I whispered, "Okay." The first three years of our marriage were quiet, peaceful on the surface. David was the perfect husband: kind, attentive, patient. But a shadow hung over our home, woven from seven miscarriages. Each time, hope was extinguished in blood and pain, each loss carving deeper grief into my soul. David was always there, holding me, telling me we' d get through it, grieving with me. Or so I thought. Then, during my eighth pregnancy, the familiar cramps started. I found David's study door slightly ajar and heard voices inside. It was David and his private physician. "The dosage was correct," David said, his voice flat and cold. "It' s taking a bit longer than usual, but the process has started." My blood ran cold. Dosage? Process? "Chloe is my priority," David continued, "Mark is infertile. When Chloe gets pregnant, her child must be the sole heir. No other Chen child to complicate things." My world went silent. It wasn' t an accident. He had been poisoning me, killing my babies. Seven of them. And now, the eighth. I stared at him, the man who had held me while I wept, and saw a stranger, a monster. Every kind word he' d ever said now tasted like poison. I had been living in a beautiful prison he had built, mistaking his deception for love. Why? What could possibly drive him to such monstrous acts against me, his wife, and our unborn children? My rage solidified into a cold, clear purpose. I would leave him. I would uncover the full extent of his betrayal, exposing Chloe' s complicity and their dark secrets, and then I would be free.
Awaiting the Heir

Awaiting the Heir

Her discovery might save thousands of lives. Millions are ruled by his lineage. Everything is at risk because of their forbidden child. Finding a treatment for the uncommon genetic condition that killed her sister has been Dr. Lily James' life's work. Her research funding is abruptly discontinued just one discovery away from saving countless lives until a fortuitous encounter with an enigmatic, alluring man at a medical conference in Zurich transforms everything. Throughout their tense three-day encounter, Gabriel Valois never discloses his royal identity. He is expected to marry a woman of noble birth as Crown Prince of Vallémont, not a bright but impoverished American researcher with a stubborn streak that both challenges and fascinates him. After learning the truth about Gabriel's identity and finding out she is pregnant, Lily makes a commitment to protect her research and her unborn child from the Kingdom's oppressive control. Gabriel returns in her life to provide protection when her genetic discovery draws unwanted attention, but at the expense of her research and their child for Vallémont. Lily must negotiate palace politics and her developing, unwanted feelings for Gabriel while navigating a world of ancient blood oaths, power-hungry rivals, and assassination attempts. They learn that the most dangerous secrets aren't in their palace hallways or research labs, but rather in their own fiercely guarded hearts, as outside threats grow more intense and their passion rekindles.
HIS HEARTBEAT

HIS HEARTBEAT

Angelo Davidson! One word for him....Perfect! A hot, handsome and cute dude. Thick brows, pink lips, pointed nose and a perfect body. He is admired by lots of girls but he had no interest in any of them. He has two best friends named Vince and Kyle. His mother is the richest woman in Los Angeles! She has a company which she built all by herself. She started from scratch but now, the company is known all over Los Angeles. MELINDA'S EMPIRE. His father is late so she took it upon herself to make him happy always. Anything he wanted, he always get. He has a phobia! Gynophobia! Only his mother knows about it. It is the fear of women, the reason behind it is left a mystery. He's attending the richest school in Los Angeles. BLIZZ HIGH.....! A school where bullies have their way with scholarship student. Angelo never for once intrude on any of the bullying until one Monday. Everything changed. →→→→→→→→→→ Camile Andrade! She's innocent looking and calm. She's respectful, quiet and loving. She has bright hazel eyes and a sexy body. She may look innocent and naive but if you get to know her, she's a very crazy girl. She has one friend, Indy. She has a twin, Camila Andrade. Camila is the total opposite of Camile. Camile loves her so much that she can kill for her. They're orphans, their parents died on the same day in an accident leaving them all alone to fend for themselves. Camile made sure Camila had food to eat. She made sure they never go hungry. She does varieties of jobs just so they could finish school. Camila also does some jobs but that's to pay house rent and now they're entering college. They passed the scholarship exam to BLIZZ HIGH. They thought they would have a peaceful life in the school, unknown to them, that's the day their life became miserable. →→→→→→→→→→ What caused his phobia? What happened on that Monday? What will be the fate of Camile and Camila? Will they be able to go through BLIZZ HIGH successfully? What will happen when the twins become.....ENEMIES? Do you wanna find out? Then grab your popcorn and hop on this ride and I promise it's gonna be a blast.
To Hate My Stepbrother

To Hate My Stepbrother

“I hate you. I’ve always hated you.” He gruffed in annoyance and I snorted while folding my arms. “Best believe the feeling is fucking mutual.” “Care to explain why you’re always giving me the ‘look’ then?” He demanded, a smirk tugging at the sides of his lips. “What stupid look?” “Like you want me to fuck you.” ~~~ It was a hate-at-first-sight thing. Ava would gladly strangle the ridiculously rude stranger who had collided into her and ruined her entire plans for the day, while Mason never wanted to have another encounter with the clumsiest person he had ever come across. Neither of them expected that the next time they’d be seeing each other again, is to be officially introduced to one another as step siblings. Things didn’t get better from there, it got worse. Especially now that they had to live in the same house. Things drastically take a left turn when their parents plans a ‘first family’s vacation’, but were unable to make an appearance as scheduled because of some last minute changes, leaving Ava and Mason by themselves, all alone on an island. For three weeks. Ava passionately hated Mason, until she didn't. Till she couldn’t pretend to not notice how insanely good looking he was… till she couldn’t pretend to be immune to Mason’s intense gaze and lingering touches… Till she couldn’t deny that she wanted Mason to play her curvy body like she was his favorite guitar… Till she couldn’t deny that she had gone ahead and fallen head over heels, for Mason.
Betrayal's Bitter Taste

Betrayal's Bitter Taste

I clutched the heavy trophy, validation for placing first at the International "Le Cordon Bleu" Grand Prix, a win that felt like the culmination of a lifelong dream. It was our fifth anniversary, and I couldn't wait to surprise Olivia with both the trophy and the Sterling Corporation contract-a multi-million dollar deal that would secure our future. But when I pushed through the restaurant doors, the festive buzz hit me first, then the sight of Olivia on a makeshift stage, her hand intertwined with Mark' s, my long-time mentor. Her amplified voice cut through the air: "…and I owe it all to one person… Mark!" The roar of applause, then Mark's lips on hers, a full, lingering kiss, right there in front of everyone. My world tilted. When Olivia finally noticed me, her smile faltered for a mere second, replaced by a cool annoyance. "Ethan," she flatly stated, "You' re back. This isn' t a good time." Mark smirked, wearing my head chef' s jacket, confirming my deepest fears. The contract I' d just secured was scoffed at, called "naive." How could she? The woman I loved, the partner I built everything with, dismissed me as "incompetent," her betrayal a physical blow. The humiliation burned, a hot, sharp thing in my throat. I stood there, reeling, the echoes of their mocking laughter ringing in my ears. But that was the moment everything changed. The pristine pages of the Sterling contract tore with a satisfying rip as I shredded it into pieces, letting them flutter to her feet like fallen snow. I walked out of that restaurant, turning my back on five years of my life, picking up the phone to call the one man who could help me reclaim my future: my father.
Southern Melody, Broken Heart

Southern Melody, Broken Heart

I woke up young again, back in my Southern hometown. For sixty years, I' d been married to Mark, my childhood sweetheart, and I cherished the hope for a perfect do-over. This was our second chance, our love story, chapter two. But then, Mark arrived at the welcome-home BBQ. He didn't even glance my way as he strode to the gazebo, microphone in hand, and publicly declared his undying love for Jessica Miller, the town's golden girl. My heart, still aching for shared pasts, turned to ice. My whole life with him-our sixty-year marriage, our shared memories-cracked and shattered, revealed as nothing but a carefully constructed lie. He began showering Jessica with grand gestures he'd always dismissed as "silly," utterly ignoring me. At the town dance, he publicly humiliated me, accusing me of theft and jealousy. Then, at the talent show, he even sabotaged my guitar, desperate for Jessica to win, trying to silence my last shred of hope. How could the man I spent a lifetime with, the man I thought was my soulmate, inflict such cold, calculated cruelty? Was our entire love story truly just a sham, a convenience concocted by him? Every memory of our intertwined past felt tainted, leaving me heartbroken and desperate for an answer. Just as despair threatened to consume me, a stranger-a music scout-approached me after hearing my raw, pain-filled song. He offered me a chance at a dream I' d long buried. It was time to write a new song, for me, and reclaim a life he never wanted me to have.
Tethered Spirit: Bound To My Murderer Husband

Tethered Spirit: Bound To My Murderer Husband

My son was dying in my arms, and the man who should have been saving him was likely choosing an engagement ring for another woman. I rushed Jeremy to the Emergency Room, his small body heavy and limp against my chest. But the person blocking the sliding doors wasn’t a doctor. It was Yvonne, my fiancé Benedict's new lover. She looked at my desperate, rain-soaked face and sneered. "Don't ruin my night with your drama," she hissed. "Benedict is busy." She and her brother shoved me back onto the wet floor. My son died on the cold tiles of the entrance. My heart gave out moments later, unable to bear the grief. When Benedict finally walked past our bodies, he didn't even look at our faces. He crumpled up the note I had written begging for help and tossed it into the trash. "Unbelievable," he muttered. "She uses the kid as an excuse to interrupt my shift again." He stepped over his own dead son to go to a party. But I didn't disappear. I became a ghost, invisible and tethered to him by an unbreakable chain. I watched him laugh with the woman who killed us. I watched him live his perfect life while I floated in the void. Until he found the autopsy report. Until he saw the date of birth. Until he found the broken locket in the evidence bag engraved with *Benedict & Ava*. Now, he spends every night crying into the dark, begging for a forgiveness he will never get. He thinks he is simply haunted. He has no idea he is paying a blood debt that will never end.