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The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

The Billionaire Heiress's Revenge

The first sign was a text message glowing on Liam' s phone screen. "I miss you. When can I see you again?" it read, from a woman named Sarah. I was sitting on the edge of our bed, waiting for him, clutching the phone that held a history of his secret intimacy. When he walked out of the shower, naked save for the towel around his hips, I didn' t scream. I just held up the phone and said, "Her or me, Liam." He chose me, deleted her number, and swore it was a mistake. But the silence in our penthouse grew louder, his touch became a habit, and his eyes looked through me, not at me. I felt myself disappearing, desperate and pathetic, despite being the heiress to a real estate empire. So, I proposed to him, clutching at a phantom hope at a charity gala, only for his forced "Okay, Ava. Let' s get married" to ring hollow. The wedding preparations were a blur of my efforts, conspicuously absent of him. My friends and family saw the pity in my eyes, but I pushed on, convinced the vows would banish Sarah' s ghost. Then, on our painfully beautiful wedding day, as the officiant prepared to pronounce us, a small voice cut through the air. "Daddy?" A little girl, no more than five, stood at the aisle's entrance, huge tearful eyes fixed on Liam. His face went ashen. He dropped my hands as if burned, turned, and ran-away from me, our vows, everything-scooping the little girl into his arms. Sarah stood behind her, a triumphant, sorrowful look on her face. He abandoned me at the altar, humiliating me for the world to see. Deep down, a cold clarity told me this was always a possibility, and I was not unprepared. Taking the microphone, I announced, "The groom has a prior commitment. Enjoy the food. Consider it a celebration of my newfound freedom." I ordered security and called my lawyer. They had robbed me of my dignity, but I wouldn't let them rewrite my story. It was time to fight back.
A DASH OF TEMPTATION.

A DASH OF TEMPTATION.

"You are one stubborn lady, you know that?." His raspy tone sounded close to her ear, sending gooseflesh up her arms. And her emotions must have been closer to the surface than she'd wanted to admit, because she could feel the sting of tears behind her lids. Not wanting David to know how he affected her, she hid her face in his shoulder and tried a laugh. It sounded a little wobbly, but it was the best she could produce. "You hardly know me, David. And you already made it clear to me that you don't want to…i understand" He rocked her from side to side, and she could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke. "Well, you are making it difficult for me to stick to that" Bonnie squeezed herself closer, loving the solid feel of his chest against her cheek, the strength of his arms around her. She couldn't recall ever feeling so safe. "It wouldn't be so bad if you let yourself. Forget about whatever reason brought us together. Let go, and live in the moment" David groaned, and then his hand was beneath her chin, tilting her face up. Bonnie smiled, thinking he had a few more questions for her, when his mouth closed over hers and she couldn't think at all. —---------- Bonnie Rimmer is in danger, and David Stewart knows that it's all his fault. He had made more than a few enemies over the years, but a creepy stalker kidnapping the woman he was meant to protect is an entirely different matter. All of this could have been avoided if he had kept to one rule: don’t protect anyone you want to screw. Don't get emotionally involved with your client. But with Bonnie, he’s caught between his job and his increasingly hard libido. The woman is way out of his league, but David wants nothing more than to take the hot volcano of a woman in his hand. To make her writhe in pleasure, until she’s at his complete mercy. She needs protection. He needs satisfaction. And the moment the line is crossed, all hell will break loose…
Regretful Man, Redeemed Woman

Regretful Man, Redeemed Woman

I put the divorce papers on the mahogany desk, a soft thud in the quiet study. Ethan didn't even look up from his laptop. "Divorce papers," I said, my voice steady, betraying none of the thousand times I' d practiced this moment. He signed them without a glance, dismissing a decade of my love, two years of marriage, with a casual flick of a pen. "I' m going to be busy with Isabella for the next few days," he added, attention already back on his screen. "Don' t call me unless the house is on fire." His indifference was a physical blow, a chilling premonition of the betrayal to come. Just three weeks ago, I had held a positive pregnancy test, naive hope swelling in my heart that our baby would finally make him see me, make our house a home. Instead, I watched him propose to Isabella, his college sweetheart, on the evening news, a public spectacle of his true affections. The shock sent me to the floor, pain tearing through me, and I woke up in a hospital bed-alone-the doctor' s grim words confirming I had lost our child. He never even knew it existed. Now, I found myself packing a single suitcase, leaving behind everything, even the life I had so desperately tried to build. My best friend, Chloe, asked, "He didn' t even ask why?" "No," I whispered, my hand instinctively going to my flat stomach, an ache, a constant, dull reminder. I felt empty, completely empty, yet a strange sense of calm settled over me. Because as I looked at the signed papers, I knew this wasn't just a divorce. It was a declaration of independence.
To betray the Mafia King

To betray the Mafia King

"Don't you dare touch me with your disgusting hands again bit**!" Her breathing stopped and her mouth went dry. The anger in his eyes was something she never saw before. Vincenzo was famous for his calmness and temper. Then who was this deadly disaster standing in front of her? The same hands that had caressed her body with a gentleness that no man has ever shown her before were hurting her. They were treating her like trash when earlier they treated her like a piece of delicate glass. "But it's true Vince...I...lov-" "How does it matter puttana...you will be dead in few minutes anyways. So tell me a reason to not kill you for your treason?" She was willing to accept death. Her body ready to fall down any second without the support of his arms. One last time she looked up at him. His eyelashes looking longer than usual and those black orbs sucking her in their darkness. "My answer will not change...I have and will always love you" Her voice came out stronger than before. With determination and truthful shining in her teary eyes, she laid her heart open to the man she dared to love and betray . His eyes held surprise for few seconds to be followed by indifference. With no emotion on his face and eyes narrowed, he pulled down the barrel, ready to shoot her. "Tst tsk wrong answer mio amore" The coldness of the muzzle made her close her eyes again. Ready to accept death from the hands of her lover for her crimes. His breath on her face, the only thing she could feel as she takes her last breath borrowing it from him. "Rule 2: to kill who betrays and you puttana...." His cold finger trailed the path of her tears and she twitched under his touch. "You betrayed me of everything" *bang* ...................................................
LET'S ROLL THE DICE

LET'S ROLL THE DICE

Luna the only daughter of the leader of notorious assassin the bloody haven, she moved like a ghost. Her father, the bloody and cruel leader of the notorious Bloody haven assassin, although he gave her a quality education, he had had shaped her into a lethal instrument. Despite her intelligent, her beauty and curves that adorned her body she doesn't believe in love and affection because of the way she was raised. The memories of her first mission scared her and it haunted her. They called her " The Ghost," a name that cause shiver down the spine of many people. Her face remained veiled, her eyes bloodshot and unyielding. Human lives was worthless to her and they held no value to her. Human life held no value for her, it was merely a means to an end. Trust was a luxury she couldn't afford, and her only confidant was the cold steel of her gun. Luna found herself entangled with the Leonard Cohen a man who she was assigned to kill by her father. Leonard Cohen is a billionaire and the CEO of Golden Corp group a man who wielded power and influence that rippled through the country. A man who was trained in the art of Martials, a man whose heart was devoid of trust. How could she get close to the cold CEO? Could love bloom in the midst of danger? Would she succeed in her mission, or would her heart betray her? Destiny had drawn them together as they both fell in love. Luna faced a choice, loyalty to her father or the possibility of a forbidden connection with the man she was sent to kill. But will that same destiny that brought them together tear them apart?