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Trapped In The Reborn Billionaire's Embrace

Trapped In The Reborn Billionaire's Embrace

Dalton woke up drenched in cold sweat, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The room was dark, but the date on the nightstand screamed the truth: it was three years ago, the exact night his nightmare began. Beside him, Audriana was thrashing in a drug-induced fever, her body burning as she clawed at her blouse. The memory of her lifeless, broken body from his past life slammed into his skull, and the suffocating realization hit him—he had been given a second chance. But before he could even process the miracle, the bedroom door clicked. Chadwick Kowalski, the man who had ruined Audriana in his past life, was outside with a pack of paparazzi, shoving a cloned keycard into the lock, ready to capture her at her most vulnerable. I watched as the reporters burst in, cameras flashing, desperate to document her destruction. They pointed fingers, screaming that I had forced her, while Chadwick played the heartbroken boyfriend to perfection, his eyes gleaming with greed as he sold her out to a debt-ridden poker ring. How could he be so cruel? How could he trade the woman he claimed to love for a stack of cash? I looked at Audriana, trembling and terrified in my arms, and felt a cold, lethal rage turn my blood to ice. I stepped into the frame, my voice cutting through the chaos like a blade. "Audriana Christensen is my fiancée," I declared, silencing the room instantly. This time, the nightmare ends with me, and I will burn everything to the ground to keep her safe.
Spoile Me With Your Love

Spoile Me With Your Love

He hurriedly looked for the Restroom because he felt it was too hot inside that party. But before he could enter the Restroom, someone pulled him and made him enter a staff room. In shock, he almost screamed but when he saw the man's bulk, he was just as shocked "H-Hades? What are you "Hi Darling, don't you miss me?" he asked while coldly looking at her "H-Hades, I have to go back." I'm slowly getting up in fear "Why baby? I thought you're glad to see me here!" he said and rested his hand on the wall while the different looks that he shot at him little by little "If you ask me now, I will tell you that I don't want to see you anymore!" he cares "Oh come on!" "Why? Is the man you replaced me with better in bed, sweetheart? So you don't want me anymore? Is that so?" he answered with a smile but you could see the burning anger in the young man's eyes "Stop it Hades I'm going home!" "Is he better than me?" he continued and grabbed her shoulder Fuck you Asshole! You turned your back on me! "Did he fuck you harder than I did?" anger can be heard in its voice "Oh!" He screamed at the weight of what he was saying "Oh yeah!" "That's how good you growled Namy, Was he also attracted by that so the man you're with now is also crazy about you!." the eyes it was staring at him were almost glaring "You're insane!" he asked the young man while looking up at him and was about to slap him but the young man immediately grabbed his hand and smiled "Yes! I'm a crazy Asshole Namy!." "And you will see even more how crazy I am Namy." he said while grinning I tried to take my hand that he was holding but Hades just tightened it even more. In an instant, he locked her in his own arms so that he couldn't let go at the same time his lips were on hers The young man's kiss pressed her, at first she was hurt by his kiss so she struggled even more but when he stopped and gave up on struggling with the man, she just gasped. He opened his mouth at the same time as his kiss gradually eased. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. That kiss became familiar to him from the man, that was a kiss five years ago and he always wished he could feel that again in the past year. How I miss this kiss! How I miss this man! On the other hand, she felt relieved again because she felt the kiss of the man she loved the most.
Married to the Man Who Can’t Wake Up

Married to the Man Who Can’t Wake Up

I was the illegitimate daughter from the mountains, ignored by my wealthy father for years until they needed a sacrifice. My stepmother ordered me to marry Guy Livingston in place of my perfect half-sister. Guy had been in a severe car accident six months ago and was now a living corpse. "Kerry can't marry a vegetable, Anna. It would be a disaster for her image." When I refused, they threatened to destroy the preservation project my adoptive grandfather had poured his life into. To protect the only person who ever loved me, I signed the contract selling my life and was sent alone to the terrifying Livingston Estate. I was supposed to be a helpless pawn trapped in a cold room with a comatose husband. But using my grandfather's medical skills, I discovered a shocking secret while treating him. His muscles were firm, and he reacted to my pressure points. Guy Livingston was faking his coma. Before I could expose him, his butler drugged my water to keep me quiet. They all thought I was just a naive country girl they could easily control, drug, and discard in their rich family games. They were dead wrong. When my half-sister and her arrogant cousin came to the estate to physically humiliate me, I didn't run. I tamed the estate's legendary guard dogs with a single look and crippled her cousin's arm with a flick of my wrist. Looking at their terrified faces, I smiled calmly and turned to the butler. "Please notify the matriarch. We are having the trash taken out."
Awakening From A Toxic Billionaire Marriage

Awakening From A Toxic Billionaire Marriage

I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash. But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love. When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages. "Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting." Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance. "The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!" My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost. And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead. The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt. When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare. "Who are you?" I whispered. Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
My Ex's Uncle? My Secret Forbidden Affair

My Ex's Uncle? My Secret Forbidden Affair

Kathryne went to the St. Regis Hotel to surprise her fiancé, Leo, for his twenty-fifth birthday. She had a Patek Philippe watch in her hand, thinking she was the luckiest woman in the world. But when she pushed open the unlocked door to his suite, she saw him sweating on top of a blonde woman. "You promised you'd break up with that boring Kathryne after your birthday," the woman whined. Kathryne didn't cry. She snapped a photo of their tangled bodies, threatened to leak it to the press, and called off the engagement right there. She thought that was the end of her nightmare. But as she nearly collapsed in the hotel lobby, Leo's uncle, the terrifying and powerful Everett Carlisle, stepped out of the shadows. He chased Leo away, drove her home, and played the perfect, caring elder. He even convinced her strict father that she needed a fresh start, forcing her to sign an ironclad contract to be his personal assistant. Kathryne felt completely trapped. She had just escaped one suffocating relationship only to be handed over to a man who somehow knew everything about her-from her hidden claustrophobia to her secret stash of junk food. She thought she was just taking a demanding job to heal her broken heart. She had no idea that Everett had orchestrated the entire hotel betrayal just to break her engagement. She was running away from a cheating boy, completely unaware that she was walking straight into the meticulously designed cage of a patient predator.