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The Wife He Sold

The Wife He Sold

My fiancé, Mark, whispered promises of forever, of a family, as we lay in bed watching the sunrise. He said he loved me, and I believed him with every fiber of my being. I built my world around him, his happiness my only goal. Then, I found his journal. Page after page, he wrote about Chloe, his childhood sweetheart, with a desperate, passionate love he never showed me. It was dated a week after he proposed to me. I wasn't his love; I was a placeholder, someone convenient to fund his lifestyle and soothe his ego while he waited for his true love to be available. The gentleness was a tool, his promises a means to an end. My heart shattered into a million pieces. Then Chloe' s husband died, and her family went bankrupt. Mark brought her to our home, demanding she stay. When I finally defied him, telling him she couldn't stay, he went into a rage. The next day, two rough men arrived. I thought they were there to evict me, but they grabbed me, dragging me from my home. "A lesson in obedience, Sarah," Mark had said, adjusting my collar as they held me. "You're tougher. Three days. I'll get the money and come for you. Just be a good girl." But he never came. I was thrown into a dark, reeking basement – an underground fight club. There, I learned the true meaning of his betrayal. He didn't just abandon me; he sold me, leaving me for dead, all to punish me for standing in his way. I barely escaped, a ghost of my former self. When I stumbled back home, I found him celebrating, bragging about how I had been "broken in." Sarah Miller died that night. Three years later, I faced him across a crowded ballroom, his gaze freezing on mine. He rushed towards me, murmuring, "Sarah? Is that you? Do you know I've been searching for you for three years!" But the broken girl was gone. I leaned into the warm, solid figure beside me, a cool smile on my face. "Mr. Stevens," I said, "we're not close. Please don't let my husband get the wrong idea."
Your Love Is Gone

Your Love Is Gone

"Jason can we talk for a while," I said to him. Just spell it, I have a date with Celine." hastily said. "Jason, I'm pregnant with you," I stated. How did that happen, I don't know what you're talking about." He said. What you don't know, you did it and then you don't know." I said raspingly. I was drunk then, I didn't know what I was doing." He reasoned. "Why didn't you stop me, when was that time, because you wanted it too, now, you're going to accuse me of liking you." he insisted. I don't know why you are acting like that Jason, but I will tell the truth that I am pregnant and you are the father. Why am I lying to you, for what," I said, my tears started to fall, I just held them back, I don't want Him to see me weak. "One more thing, I didn't know that what I drank was mixed with s*x drugs, I also didn't know what happened." I added. "That, I didn't know at first, maybe it was with another man. You just asked me to do it because you can't take responsibility." He promised. "Are you out of your mind Jason, If you are not the father of what I am pregnant with now, you think I will approach you now, will I let you know." I said annoyed. "I don't know if that's really mine, I'm not responsible for that either, because Celine is also pregnant." He said with doubt. I couldn't stand what He was telling me, So I slapped It, I couldn't stop my tears from falling anymore. "If I were you, we wouldn't have a problem, just abort Yan, it's total blood all the time." He added. I slapped Jason again, because I was angry with him, for what he was saying to be our son, in his stomach, he was killing him. "Your mind is so narrow. You will kill your own son." I smiled brightly. "It's really easy for you to say that, because you didn't really love me a bit, because of the two of us, I'm the only one who loves you." I said as my tears fell. "Don't worry this is the last time we'll talk, I won't mess up your life, then I won't mess up yours either Celine, starting now we're strangers." I promise even though it hurts my feelings. I felt pain inside of me, but I need to be strong for my baby. "I'll avoid you too, I don't want Celine to get mad at me, just follow what I told you so you won't have any problems, me too, We must act like we're strangers, we didn't know each other, forget it Just because we went through something, I will also forget you.." He told me without emotion. I also felt a pain while he was telling me that, it really just proves that in the few years we will be in a relationship, I will be the only one who loves him. For almost four years, we're in a relationship, I'm the only one who truly loves him, It's just because of me, so that he can be close to Celine, whom he truly loves, I'm the only one who made me a bridge between the two. We're best friends before with Celine, but accidentally I found out the relationship between the two. I have also let go of being friends with him, because he treats me differently, I have also avoided him. I don't want trouble. " We're totally broken, I hope we don't cross our paths, if that happens just act we're strangers, I'm setting you free. I hope you love Celine like I did to you." my farewell said to him. I'm Jackie Duterte, a college student who fell in love with a man, who didn't love her back. She's taking BSA, bachelor of science in Agriculture. Jason Martin, a ruthless man, a college student too. Currently taking up bachelor of science and criminology. Attractive man, tall, tan skin, also has a sharp nose..
His Faked Death, Her Real Grief

His Faked Death, Her Real Grief

I woke up, reborn into my transactional marriage with Amelia, flooded with agonizing memories of my past life – how I, Ethan Miller, shamefully used her, flaunted an affair, and never saw her fierce, hidden love until my dying breath. This time, I vowed to right every wrong, to love her as she truly deserved. But my chance at atonement shattered when Amelia, my chillingly cold wife, threatened my parents' retirement savings. She forced my mother, Sarah, to undergo a dangerous bone marrow transplant for Julian Vance, her beloved artist, leaving me locked away, utterly helpless. After Julian's surgery, Amelia's calculated cruelty escalated into a nightmare. She flaunted Julian, mocked my every attempt at change, deliberately poisoned me, and then subjected me to brutal "re-education" – electroshock, scalding my hand with boiling water. When Julian framed me for her grandfather's injury, Amelia' s chilling rage turned into an unimaginable ordeal, culminating in her threatening my innocent parents' lives, dangling them over a dangerous precipice. How could this be the same woman who died fighting for me? The Amelia I' d come back to cherish, whose love I desperately wanted to earn, had become a terrifying stranger, a monstrous tormentor. Was she reborn too, driven by past pain, or had she simply become pure evil? As the horrifying truth of her unadulterated hatred dawned on me, and my parents' lives hung in the balance, my vow of atonement dissolved. There was only one way out, one final act of self-preservation: I had to fake my own death, vanish, and ensure Amelia believed I was gone forever.
The Price of His Lies: Her Unshakeable Peace

The Price of His Lies: Her Unshakeable Peace

I was blinded by love, pouring every spare cent and endless late nights into his dreams, even passing on a scholarship to stay by his side. Graduation day was meant to be my triumph, valedictorian honors awaiting, my future with Ethan stretching bright before us. But instead, the Dean's grave voice announced an accusation of academic fraud, and my name was tragically linked with Chloe' s, Ethan' s 'childhood friend,' who feigned innocence. "It was mine," Chloe sobbed, loud enough for the microphone, "Sarah stole my work." Then, the man I loved, my everything, stepped forward, not for me, but to embrace her, publicly declaring his belief in Chloe' s lies, accusing me of bullying. My world didn't just crumble; it turned to dust. My diploma was instantly withheld, my honors stripped, and my future, painstakingly built, evaporated into thin air. Every eye in that auditorium judged me, condemned me, while the man who once swore to build an empire with me watched my humiliation, his face a mask of cold righteousness. How could the man who promised eternal love betray me so easily, abandoning me to public ruin for a fabricated story? The searing pain of that injustice fueled every step as I fled, leaving behind my shattered past. Five years later, I returned to a college reunion, a woman transformed, only to find Ethan on one knee, holding a diamond, naively believing he could reclaim the girl whose life he ruthlessly destroyed.
Forbidden Desire: Bad Boy's Captive

Forbidden Desire: Bad Boy's Captive

Being into college was one of Amelia's biggest dream. She swore to make her single mother proud by getting good grades and not allowing any distraction. However, he came destroying her plans. It all started from one night when she got drunk and kissed him. Swearing never to see him again, only for a twist of event to happen. "This is your childhood friend Logan, though you might not remember him. You'll be staying here since it's close to your college" Amelia's mom announced. You could imagine the shock on Amelia's face. The well-known play boy at school.. is now her housemate?! She saw Logan's lips curled up in a dirty smirk. His eyes dancing with excitement. Logan the sexiest guy at Barnard college. His rich father was well know in the city. His favourite hobby was to watch a girl scream out his name while he does dirty things to her. He is a loner, his father seems to be keeping something deep away from him. He experienced strange things that got him questioning his humanity.. Crossing paths with Amelia, he saw something different, she was too innocent and he wanted to change that. Her look, body, just everything about her drives him crazy.. Amelia isn't the type that easily submit, in fact she pretty crazy.. Even with that, Logan wanted her.. all of her. ___ "Let go off me!" Amelia yelled trying to get away from Logan's hold. However, he threw her to the bed, hovering and burying his handsome face at the crook of her neck. Amelia froze, hating the way her body was responding to his touch. She wanted to push him away but couldn't.. "S..top.. our parent are at home.. please" She uttered in a whisper. "Your arousal intoxicate me, Mel," He growled into her ear. "You make me do things I don't wanna do. What did you do to me little witch?" He sniffed in her scent that oddly intrigued him. Kissing her neck, he rolled his tongue wet on her sweet flesh. "You're mine" he whispered. Unknown to him, his eyes flashed red.. ____ What happened when these two entangled into a world they never imagine? A legacy that would change their lives forever? Deep secret, unwanted emotion and enemies surfaced from the dark.. diving them into a path where their desire became strictly forbidden... Will these two be able to handle it?.. Find out...
Not a Fiancée, a Resource

Not a Fiancée, a Resource

"What is this, Liam?" My voice trembled, my hands shaking as I held up my phone, a text exchange between my fiancé, Liam, and a nurse flashing on the screen. It screamed, "Proceed with the 400cc draw. Chloe\'s vitals can handle it. Ethan needs it." My stomach lurched. Ethan, my beloved, sat there pale, while Liam, his best friend, dismissed my terror. "Chloe, you\'re overreacting," Liam\'s smooth voice oozed, "Ethan\'s condition is fragile. It\'s better to be safe than sorry." Safe for who? Not for me. Suddenly, years of quiet sacrifice became a crushing weight. The dizzy spells, the constant fatigue I' d blamed on stress – it wasn' t from wedding planning. It was them. My life had been systematically drained, not by love, but by parasitic manipulation. Then, a new text from Liam, meant for Ethan\'s mother, buzzed on my phone. "Don\'t worry, I\'ll make sure Chloe provides enough blood for the pre-wedding \'health buffer.\' We can\'t have Ethan looking anything less than perfect on his big day." A health buffer. My blood, my very essence, reduced to a cosmetic accessory for his wedding photos. I was a walking blood bag, not a fiancée. Just as the humiliation burned, Ethan texted from the other room, unaffected: "Liam just told me I\'m feeling faint again... One more small donation before the wedding... Can you come to the hospital tomorrow?" The audacity was breathtaking. The room spun. Black spots danced. My phone slipped, clattering to the floor. The last thing I heard was my name being called as darkness swallowed me whole. I woke to sterile white walls, a nurse informing me I was severely anemic. "You can\'t donate blood again for a very long time, if ever." It was a death sentence for my old life. And a declaration of war for a new one. I picked up my phone, ignored their frantic calls, and dialed my friend. "I'm going to find a new boyfriend."