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The Woman He Threw Away

The Woman He Threw Away

For ten years, Liam was my world. I was the silent force behind Aegis, his tech empire, turning a garage startup into a titan on the brink of its IPO. Every all-nighter, every neutralized threat, every high-stakes deal – I was there, a ghost in the shadows, believing his promise: "Once Aegis goes public, Ava… I' ll make you my wife." But tonight, at the pre-IPO celebration, I overheard him. He called me a "loyal old dog," suitable only for a "generous severance package," while declaring his intention to marry "pure, clean" Chloe. My world shattered. The man I loved, the man I sacrificed everything for, saw me as something disposable, a liability from a past he wanted to bury. He said Chloe was the "prize at the top," and I was merely a "partner for the climb." The ultimate betrayal, a decade of my life reduced to a job, my loyalty deemed an investment he' d now pay out with calculated interest. I walked through hell for him, taking bullets and doing his dirty work so his hands could stay "clean," only to be cast aside for being "unclean" myself. Then, he was kidnapped. And even after he threw me away like trash, I walked into a den of armed killers, taking two bullets for him, just to cut the final ties. He ran straight to his new love, leaving me bleeding on the cold concrete. Now, he' s back, crawling, begging for forgiveness and offering me everything-his company, his name, his future-because his "prize" betrayed him. But I'm not a trophy to be won back. He shattered me, and I refuse to be pieced back together for his convenience. My past is a battlefield, my scars are my resume, and this time, I choose myself.
Kidnap The Princess To Be My Bride

Kidnap The Princess To Be My Bride

Today is the best day of my life. Finally I will be married to the person who truly loves me. From this long term I was waiting for him. It's true that whatever you have in your destiny you will get it sooner or later. "you're looking gorgeous sister" Shubhadrangi complement me Chitrangada is standing there with a sour face. She isn't happy for me. It's not that I expected her to be. Suddenly the door of my chamber burst open and Yuvraj came inside. " what are you doing here? It's not appropriate for you to come now in a princesses chamber without taking permission." Shubhadrangi said sternly "I'm here to take what's rightfully mine, my bride with me." He said and I looked at him in horror What is he talking about? "Yuvraj leave my chamber this instant. I made my choice and you're not my choice." I screamed at him "I was always your destiny princess your choice doesn't matter." He said and all the girls including my sisters fainted "what did you do to them? Who are you?" I asked because he isn't a normal person "I'm your destiny Agnishikha or I Say Paheli," he said and I felt darkness around me as he carry me in his arms I'm abducted from my own marriage with this last thought I lost my senses.. Want to know what happened between them? Then join the princess in this journey It's a historical fiction with touch of fantasy so you will find many unusual things.
Against His Will.

Against His Will.

It's been two years since he has gone to study abroad. I still remember the day when I came to live in this house after my parent's death. I still remember the day when he suddenly bragged inside my room. I was in shocked because of his sudden appearance in my room. He locks the door and started coming near me with a pissed face. I knew that I was in danger by looking at his angry face. I knew that I should run away at this moment and hide somewhere but I can't move my body. Bloody hell, my body is held by the cold gaze of his blue sea-colored eyes. With long steps, he was coming towards me and in flash of seconds, he was in front of me. He grabbed my hair making me look into his eyes, my eyes were close afraid of meeting his cold stare. The next word's from his mouth made my eyes short open. "Who was that man with whom you were laughing and talking Jane. Tell me who the hell he was” listening to his demanding voice shiver ran through my body but I kept my eyes close. “Answer me, Jane who was he,” he shouted in anger causing tears to form in my closed eyes. H-e-he saw me with him. It was the only thought that was running in my brain. I knew I was in danger. Now, what will I do was the biggest questions for me. The memory of that atrocious day still causes a shiver run through my spine. Suddenly someone was pulling my arm taking me out of my thoughts. I found myself standing In front of the airport to receive the devil of my life. Yes, you heard it right.
Silk and Steel: Forbidden Desires

Silk and Steel: Forbidden Desires

Bella Livingston grew up in a world of opulence, surrounded by the trappings of her affluent family's wealth. Yet, beneath the facade of grandeur and luxury, Bella's life was marked by profound loneliness and neglect. Her parents, absorbed in their socialite circles and personal ambitions, had little time for their only child. As a result, Bella learned to navigate her privileged existence in splendid isolation, seeking solace in the shadows of her family's extravagant mansion. From the tender age of sixteen, Bella harboured a secret that ignited her heart and consumed her thoughts - her intense and forbidden crush on Reid Carter, her father's charismatic best friend. Reid, a ruthless billionaire with a reputation for turning heads and breaking hearts. He was dashing, enigmatic, and dangerously attractive, despite his always cold attitude which was intimidating for everyone around him. Despite him being cold as ice, Bella couldn't help but be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. As Bella matured into a striking young woman, her feelings for Reid intensified, yet she remained invisible in his world. She always watched him from afar. Reid was a man who lived by his own rules, a man who never committed to anything more than a fleeting affair. Bella knew her infatuation was a forbidden path, one that could shatter her family's reputation and her own heart. Yet, she couldn't help but be drawn deeper into her feelings for him. As Bella navigated the world of privilege and secrets, she discovered that Reid carried his own burdens, his own hidden desires. Their lives became intertwined in ways they couldn't have imagined, leading to a passionate and dangerous love affair that could ruin them both. What will happen when she discovers that is pregnant with his child? "Silk and Steel: Forbidden Desires" is a gripping tale of love, desire, and the price of chasing forbidden dreams in a world of wealth and privilege. In the shadows of opulence, Bella and Reid must confront their desires and the consequences that threaten to tear them apart. Will their love conquer all, or will it lead to the downfall of everything they hold dear?
I Made My Fiancé Lost It All

I Made My Fiancé Lost It All

I was just a third-grade teacher, my life with my musician fiancé, Ethan, humming along. Our wedding was three weeks away, a dream I' d poured my savings and heart into, supporting his band from day one. But then I saw him. At "Book Nook Brews," not at band rehearsal, but with Chloe, his young intern. He was laughing with her, a genuine laugh I hadn't heard directed at me in months, his hand intimately on hers. The world instantly tilted off its axis. The next morning, the city' s biggest music blog confirmed my worst fears, plastered with photos of them. Yet, Ethan called, not to apologize, but to dismiss it as a "PR stunt," calling Chloe his "temporary PR girlfriend." He even expected me to be excited the wedding would be "bigger news" after his "promotional trip." Later, when I confronted him, he shoved me, causing me to stumble onto broken glass, cutting my hand deeply. He abandoned me bleeding, rushing off to comfort Chloe for a self-inflicted scratch. How could the man I loved be so cold, so manipulative, so utterly, shamelessly devoid of concern for my pain? Why had I sacrificed so much for someone who valued public image over basic human decency? The sting of betrayal was a physical ache, but a cold, hard resolve began to settle in. His final, hollow "love you" felt like ash in my mouth. That' s when I picked up the phone. "Aunt Carol," I said, my voice steady now. "I need a favor. Can you change the groom\'s name on the wedding invitations? To David Miller." And just like that, my meticulous plan, and my new life, began.
Reborn Without Sarah

Reborn Without Sarah

My wife, Sarah, always had a radiant smile, bright and flawless, just like the diamond necklace she wore. Everyone at the party, celebrating the pinnacle of my architectural career, saw us as the perfect couple, living in a stunning penthouse. But beneath the facade, a chilling rot was eating away at our foundation. Two weeks ago, hunting for a charging cable in Sarah' s car, I stumbled upon a burner phone. It lit up, revealing not just flirtatious texts, but explicit photos and mocking conversations between my beautiful wife and my ambitious mentee, Alex. They called me "The Old Man," a relic to be managed. The discovery was a physical blow, turning my decade-long marriage into a carefully constructed lie. Every shared glance, every subtle touch between them became a dagger. I saw Alex meticulously undermining me, charming clients, systematically taking over not just my marriage, but my entire company. The pain of betrayal was excruciating, but the calm that settled over me was even more terrifying. How could I have been so blind? How could the woman I built a life for, the man I trusted like a brother, conspire so intricately against me? The architect in me, trained to see structures and systems, knew one thing: this wasn't just an affair; it was a planned takeover. So, I gripped the cold metal railing of my penthouse balcony, the city lights blurring below. I wouldn't just leave. They wouldn't find me. I would disappear completely, to die and be reborn as someone else, someone who didn't remember the name Sarah. And my final design would be my escape.
Pleasure Under His Command

Pleasure Under His Command

🔥🔥Warning – 18+ Only This story is full of raw passion, steamy romance, and tantalizing tension. By turning these pages, you confirm you are 18 or older and ready to be seduced by a world of pleasure, desire, and temptation. Read responsibly... welcome to an erotic world. He touched her in ways she didn't understand but craved. Every movement, every kiss, every whisper made her shiver. His hands slid down her gown and tore off her panties. Spreading her legs as his face went straight to her pussy like he was starving. And goodness, that was just the beginning His tongue hit her like a rocket She screamed like a slut... she never knew she could scream like that. She had never been with anyone like him. She didn't know what she was doing... but somehow, that didn't matter. He took control, and she let him. His tongue didn't just lick it devoured her pussy, slowly and deep. Like he was memorizing every part of her body. "Fuck.." She cried her nails dug deep into the leather seat of the car, her legs shaking as he spread them wider shoving his two fingers into her without hesitation. After a brutal breakup that left her questioning her worth, Isabella Hart swore she'd never let another man make her feel small again. Her ex's final words still echoed in her head... that she couldn't satisfy him, that she didn't even know what real pleasure was. So when a night out to forget turns into something wild, reckless, and unforgettable, Izzy doesn't think... she just feels. One stranger. One night. One taste of what it means to lose control. He was dominant, commanding, intoxicating... and she never even got his name.
Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

Radio Waves, Racing Hearts

As the campus radio station manager, my life was a comfortable, soundproofed bubble of classes and curated playlists, far from the chaotic drama of campus life. I liked it that way. That afternoon, a guy from the drama club borrowed our equipment for a "big, romantic event" on the quad. I thought nothing of it until my phone buzzed with Sarah's frantic shriek: "It's Liam Hayes! He's proposing to Chloe Miller!" The world stopped. Liam. My secret, pathetic daydream. Proposing to Chloe, the confident English major everyone knew was determined to make him hers. And I had handed him the very tools for my own heartbreak. "No!" I whispered, but Sarah' s voice chirped, "Yes! He's got a microphone and everything!" Our microphone. A terrible, insane idea formed as I sprinted to the quad, lungs burning, heart hammering. I had to stop it. Not for him to magically choose me, but because I couldn't let my station' s gear broadcast the end of my foolish hopes. Pushing through the crowd, I zeroed in on our speaker, the master volume. My hand trembled, but then my traitorous heart screamed, "I like him so much it hurts." A horrific screech of feedback erupted, followed by my amplified confession, booming across the entire quad. Silence. A thousand eyes swiveled to me, still outstretched, my fingers accidentally on the talkback button. I had just confessed my deepest crush to the entire campus. To Liam Hayes. My blood ran cold; my life, as I knew it, was over.