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His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Genius

His Unwanted Wife, The Secret Genius

For three years, I played the perfect, obedient wife to the Carlyle-Spencer family, enduring my mother-in-law's icy commands to clean up my husband's messes. But when I went to a high-end bar to bring him home, I found him intimately laughing with Britany, the sister of his deceased first love. She was even wearing a replica of her sister's famous diamond necklace, a blatant provocation aimed right at me. Instead of feeling guilty, my husband looked at me with pure disgust. "Who the hell told you to come here? Don't make a scene." He whispered those venomous words before turning his back on me to escort her home, leaving me to be publicly mocked as the discarded wife. When I calmly handed him a divorce agreement, he laughed in my face. He set an impossible condition, demanding I get both our traditional grandfathers to sign off on it, thinking I was just a desperate woman playing a game. His mother even locked us in the master suite, demanding I provide the family with an heir to fix the scandal. They all thought I was a nobody clinging to their wealth, a fragile doll they could manipulate, trap, and humiliate at will. They didn't know my grandfather had hidden a secret clause in our prenup. Because of Julian's emotional infidelity, I had the right to unilaterally dissolve the marriage and take back my massive dowry with interest. I calmly packed up my hidden Stanford robotics PhD research and prepared to leave this gilded cage, ready to watch his arrogant world crumble.
My favorite mistake

My favorite mistake

My Favorite Mistake" is a captivating and emotionally charged love triangle novel that delves into the complexities of human emotions and relationships. Set in the charming town of Willowbrook, the story revolves around three main characters: Emily, Alex, and Mia. Emily, a spirited and independent young woman, finds herself torn between her long-time boyfriend, Alex, and the enigmatic new arrival in town, Mia. Alex is the dependable and caring partner who has been by Emily's side since high school, while Mia is a free-spirited artist with a mysterious past that draws Emily in. As Emily spends time with Mia, she begins to discover a side of herself that she never knew existed. Mia's unconventional approach to life challenges Emily's perceptions and pushes her out of her comfort zone. At the same time, Emily's connection with Alex is rooted in familiarity and shared history, making it difficult for her to let go. Tensions rise as Emily's heart becomes a battleground between the stability she's known with Alex and the excitement she feels when she's with Mia. The novel takes readers on a rollercoaster of emotions as Emily navigates her feelings, attempting to make the right choice while grappling with the fear of hurting someone she cares deeply about. The town of Willowbrook becomes a backdrop that reflects the characters' inner conflicts. The quaint cafes, scenic landscapes, and community events provide a contrast to the turmoil within Emily's heart. Throughout the novel, readers witness the characters' growth as they confront their desires, insecurities, and vulnerabilities. "My Favorite Mistake" is a poignant exploration of love, self-discovery, and the complexities of human connections. It highlights the idea that sometimes our greatest mistakes lead us to our most profound revelations, as Emily learns to follow her heart and make a choice that aligns with her truest self. With its relatable characters and emotional depth, this novel captures the essence of love's unpredictability and the beauty of embracing the unknown.
After Dumping the Billionaire, the Genius Surgeon Makes a Powerful Comeback

After Dumping the Billionaire, the Genius Surgeon Makes a Powerful Comeback

For five years, I buried my medical degree to be the perfect wife to Xavier and a devoted mother. But on our fifth anniversary, he left me waiting at a cold dinner table to celebrate his sister-in-law Savannah's success, taking our daughter with him. The humiliation only worsened from there. When our daughter had a 103-degree fever, he refused to come home, busy throwing a lavish party for Savannah instead. In front of flashing cameras, my own child publicly declared she wished her talented aunt was her mother, mocking me for being completely useless. "My mommy isn't as good as Auntie at anything. She's too embarrassed to come." Instead of defending me, my husband just smiled and agreed, letting me become the pathetic punchline of their perfect family portrait. Even my father demanded I hand over my late mother's house just to boost Savannah's rising star image. They had no idea that the legendary designer Savannah constantly plagiarized and idolized was actually me. Nor did they know I was a surgical prodigy handpicked by a world-renowned medical titan. The five years of sacrifice I poured into this ungrateful family suddenly felt like a sickening joke. I didn't cry or scream. I simply opened my phone and started a secret countdown of thirty heartbreaks. Then, I unlocked the dusty box holding my surgical scalpels and accepted a position at a top international hospital. It was time to stop being the unwanted Mrs. Harrington and become Dr. Sinclair again.
Losting my feelings

Losting my feelings

The surroundings are noisy as I make my way home, umbrella in hand, I hurry to shore up the potholed road as the children run. The rain is getting stronger but the people here don't care about the approaching typhoon. They continue to rush down the road. Most of the ones I see are gambling on one side, on the other side drinking while singing. In other words, it's like a fiesta here where I live. I closed the umbrella before going home. But what appeared to me again was the mother holding a card. They gamble here inside the house with gossips like him, I put the umbrella behind the door. I haven't even gotten far from my mother calling my name. "Natasha!" I looked at my mother who was in the living room, I heard the heavy rain while waiting for what she had to say. "Yes?" "Come here!" I sighed and approached the mother, when I was at her side she easily extended her palm. "Give me money!" "Yes?" ”Are you deaf now, Natasha? Aren't you now getting paid at the bakery!” "Yes mother, but I will sell this medicine to father.." "I'll buy it, mine!" I didn't want to hand the money to my mother, she was dealt a card and I knew that my hard work could only be lost in two weeks. "Don't worry, I'll buy it from outside.." he gave me a bad look, at this time I knew there was nothing I could do. ”Are you bossing me around this house, Natasha!” "N-not like that, mother.." "Then give him your money!" I felt bad when I snatched more than three thousand from my old bag. I cried when I handed it to mom as I felt hunger in my stomach. "Is this all?" "O-opo.." my voice screamed. "Oh, he is! There are vegetables in the kitchen, cook them and feed them to your father first!" My body is heavy when I turn my back on my mother, in this house I am the first born. It's not just the firstborn, the cook, the laundress and the cleanliness of the surroundings. At the age of seventeen, the word social did not resonate with me. I scratch not for myself, but also for my family that I don't know if they consider me family. "Sister!" the youngest girl came up to me, smiling. ”Did you buy me slippers?” I nodded at this, smiling slightly. ”Yes, it is on the side of the door. Just take it..” "Yes!" he happily ran out, I headed to the table where the wrapped mixed vegetables were. After a while, my youngest brother screamed again, he entered the kitchen. "Sister, this is not what I want!" twelve year old chloe grumbled. I was only able to buy a simple slipper because I only fit it in my closet earlier, I couldn't buy the expensive sandals he wanted for his studies. "Next time sister will buy what you want, hm?" "I do not want!" he threw a pair of slippers on the floor. "That's yours, your promise is useless!" he turned and stared at me, my throat was closing as he slowly looked at the slippers that had been bought. If they are they can afford to waste money on such things, but I am. I almost looked for and chased the money just to give and make them happy. But I didn't hear even the slightest thanks. I let out a heavy breath, picked up the slipper and set it aside. Before I could start, mother entered the kitchen. "What a shame you are acting, Natasha!" from the tone of his voice I knew he lost the gamble, I prayed that he didn't regret the money I gave him earlier. "You only gave me three thousand, isn't your salary around four thousand!" "I'm budgeting because that's the money I have left over.." "Ah then, you have a budget while we are here without money?!" "I have already given you the salary, father's medicine is only one thousand.." "How about a thousand, I'll buy a month's worth of his medicine. How can I pay for the electricity if you don't give it enough!” ”I broke it last week, didn't I? The electricity has been paid..” He slammed the table in front of me. ”I bought a lot with that money, I haven't paid yet!” I closed my eyes because of the problems he throws at me, I'm not the first born, I should take everything. He won't even help me with the expenses, he'd rather lose it in gambling. "Your money is mine!" "Mother.." ”You will not give it!” tightly holding my arm, his long nails digging into it as he glared at me. "They feed you there at work, don't they!" "P-per in--" "Said mine!" He forced me to grope, but because I moved away I didn't accidentally push the mother. "Ouch!" he sat down on the floor, grimacing as he held his hips. He looked up at me, his gaze evil. ”Are you fighting me now?!” he stood up. "N-no mom, I-I didn't mean it.." "You're useless!" he pulled my hair, I almost cried as he dragged me out of the house. That's when the father came out, struggling to move the wheel of his wheelchair while calling the mother's name. "Helda!" I heard my father's voice from outside, but my mother was angry with me and pushed me down outside our shack. "Get out of here, don't come back until you have money!" Tears flowed from my eyes, before I could stand up, mother marched into the
The Billionaire's Touch Is My Antidote

The Billionaire's Touch Is My Antidote

I worked myself to the bone to fund my boyfriend's startup and take care of my severely ill sister. But when I went to a club to find him, I caught him making out with my best friend. "Once I gift-wrap Gwen for that big shot at Crawford's firm, my seed funding is a done deal." He even mocked my crippling haphephobia, laughing to my best friend about how I was an ice queen who couldn't stand being touched. That same night, my world truly collapsed when my sister's heart failed. The only surgeon who could save her was booked for years, and the medical bills were an astronomical joke. With zero savings left because my ex had drained our joint account, I was utterly alone. Desperate, I went to the Wall Street predator my ex had mentioned—Kingston Crawford—and offered myself as payment to save my sister. I expected pure torture, bracing for the violent panic attacks my phobia always triggered. But when Kingston's cold hands pinned me down, the strangest thing happened. Nothing. No panic. No nausea. This ruthless billionaire was somehow the walking antidote to my deep-rooted trauma. He treated me like a cheap transaction, a toy he owned, and the humiliation was suffocating. But if I had already sold my soul to the devil to save my sister, why should I just be his victim? Following my psychiatrist friend's crazy advice, I decided to take control. I sent Kingston a text, inviting him to my tiny apartment for dinner. It was time to flip the script and make the first move.