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Unexpected Night Brought Me His Dotting Love

Unexpected Night Brought Me His Dotting Love

"Tyler... I love you! Will you marry me in the future?" Caroline. "Car, I promise to love and marry only you!" Tyler. SEVEN YEARS LATER "Caroline, I've never loved you, much less marry you. The only person I've ever loved is your sister, Yasmine. And to add to that, you cheated on me on our engagement night!" Tyler exclaimed. "What a joke! I, Caroline Clark, vow to make you all pay for ruining my life!" Caroline seethed. Caroline's engagement night was a night orchestrated by her parents and older sister to drug her and have her sleep with a stranger, which led to her name being splashed all over the news as the unfaithful fiancee. The once cheerful and sweet Caroline turned resentful, swearing to make everyone involved pay for her misery. That is until she crossed paths with Jack Mickelson, the handsome, wealthy CEO of Glory Company, who pledged to love and marry only her. But Caroline looked into his eyes and declared, "You... Mr. Mickelson, do not deserve me or my heart. No one does!" *********** Jack Mickelson, the most handsome, rich, and famous CEO of Glory Company, ended up sleeping with the wrong girl the night his grandparents deceived and drugged him. "Little Jack! You are no longer my grandson if you don't find that girl and marry her!" Grandma Beth threatened. "She doesn't want me, grandma! She even called me a PIG!" Jack fumed. "What?" Will Caroline be able to heal and open her heart to love again? Will Jack be able to win her over, even after being insulted? What if Tyler decides he wants Caroline back? What about Caroline's unborn child with Mr. Stranger? Will Caroline finally find happiness? With whom? To find out, continue reading...
The Brilliant Pathologist And Her Stoic Cop

The Brilliant Pathologist And Her Stoic Cop

Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision. But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy. It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code. "Curtain call." By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide. The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead. Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer. But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling. Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life. To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto. Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her? Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames. As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started. She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty. The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.
Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns

Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns

Chloe Beaumont's adopted sister, Victoria, handed her a glass of champagne with a sweet smile right before the violent car crash. Victoria and Chloe's fiancé, Asher, left her in the freezing rain with broken ribs and a dislocated arm, certain she would die. When Chloe dragged her bleeding, mud-caked body back to the estate three days later, her family didn't offer a shred of comfort. Instead, Victoria squeezed out fake tears, claiming Chloe had gone insane. "Mother! Chloe came back and started saying these crazy things, and then she attacked me!" Her stepmother slapped her, her brothers called her a disgrace, and her father coldly watched as they accused Chloe of faking her horrific wounds for attention. They even conspired to marry her off to a dying, reclusive heir just to clear the path for Victoria's grand engagement. Looking at their disgusted faces, Chloe's usually warm eyes turned to ice. She finally understood that her own family never cared if she lived or died; they only wanted her out of the way. But she wasn't the weak, naive girl they thought they had broken. Using her hidden skills, Chloe meticulously painted a grotesque, permanent-looking burn scar across her cheek. She picked the lock of her bedroom door and headed straight for Victoria and Asher's lavish engagement party. If they wanted to treat her like a ruined monster, she would use that mask to tear their perfect, glittering world to shreds.
Trials And Tribulations

Trials And Tribulations

"You're a strong girl,you'd be fine without me" It was true,she realised it after that 'INCIDENT'.After she was forced to be fine.ALONE.without HIM and everyone else dear to her.Her father,brothers they all betrayed her and left her for death to embrace.The few who stood by her weren't able to help.They were forced to watch her being taken to that horrifying PLACE. ".....but now that am here you won't have to be alone" This,this was a lie she wished to have discovered sooner.He was there Yes!but turned his back the moment she needed him most.He joined forces with THEM and they believed what their sights offered,didn't want to go beyond,see further.They left her,abandoned her like she was never their's once upon a time. "I'll be with you each step of the way." And there was when he deserved an award ladies and gentlemen. (chukle) how ironic,she was walking down those broken steps alone trying to find the missing piece for each one to avoid falling and break more than she already is.He's nowhere to be found.Him and her family,was it all a lie?the love,the affection was it all one-sided?did she put her trust in the wrong people all this time?They betrayed her!now all her battles are her's to fight.No doubt she'll find Newness but is she ready to accept it with trust?New places,new people,NewHer. What if a life forces her to go back?can she return to where it all started and face her past and them all without it being too much? Join Alina Jeffery in her journey filled with trials and tribulations and find out who stayed,who boarded?What will happen?
Defying The Odds: His True Wife

Defying The Odds: His True Wife

For three years, I played the role of the quiet, obedient trophy wife to Cristian George, the most ruthless man in New York. Everyone, including me, thought ours was just a cold transaction for his family trust. Then, his legendary first love, Hayden, returned from Europe after finalizing her divorce. She didn't just come back; she came straight for my husband. The entire Upper East Side exploded with gossip. My phone buzzed constantly with videos of her sobbing his name in VIP clubs and friends warning me to watch my back. Hayden even showed up at my workplace, sliding a multi-million dollar tourmaline necklace across the table as a condescending welcome gift. The elite circle opened dark web betting pools, mocking me as a pathetic charity case and taking bets on how fast I would be thrown out on the freezing streets. I was terrified. I had secretly loved him for ten years, but I was just ordinary. I hid the necklace in the darkest corner of my drawer, waiting for the executioner's blade to fall, fully expecting him to run back to his golden girl. But when Cristian accidentally found that velvet box, his eyes didn't fill with nostalgia. They darkened with absolute, territorial rage. He didn't ask for a divorce. Instead, he pulled me into his arms, threw the multi-million dollar gem aside like actual garbage, and picked up his phone. "Clear my schedule for Saturday evening. And book a fitting for Mrs. George." He was going to give the city a show they would never forget.
I Married Him for Points

I Married Him for Points

"I'm terribly sorry my champagne found your face so magnetic, Captain." Theodore Ashford does not get angry. No - he smiles. Slow. Amused. Dangerous. "No apology necessary, Lady Cruelton. In fact, I insist you join us for dinner next week. I find you... fascinating." - Beatrice Whitmore died once already. She wakes up inside a 1940s romance novel - not as the heroine, but as the infamous purple-haired villainess destined for scandal, disgrace, and an early grave. Everyone hates Lady Cruelton. Which is perfect. Because survival comes with rules. A mysterious System rewards her with Hatred Points for humiliation, social ruin, and expertly executed cruelty. The more she's despised, the longer she lives. Reform is fatal. Kindness is suicide. Being terrible should be easy. Until Captain Theodore Ashford - decorated war hero, heir to an estate as vast as his ego - refuses to despise her. Immune to her schemes, unfazed by her insults, he watches her with knowing amusement... as if he sees through every calculated performance. Faking her death was supposed to secure her escape from the plot. Instead, his attention drags her deeper into it. Now Beatrice must outmaneuver gossip, rewrite a story determined to destroy her, and earn enough Hatred Points to survive - without falling for the only man who doesn't hate her. Because in a world where love is the true death sentence for a villainess... Cruelty might be her only way out
Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband

Waking Up My Comatose Tycoon Husband

My adoptive father forced me to sign a marriage agreement with a comatose billionaire just to keep my grandmother's life support running. The Sinclair family looked down on my humble background, shoving me into a dusty closet while my new husband, Hadley, lay in an opulent medical shrine. I thought I was just a cheap pawn in a wealthy family's superstitious bid to wake their phantom heir. But then my underground contact sent me a message. The Sinclairs were the ones who stole my antique locket—the only clue to my true identity—just to cut off my funds and force me into this trap. Worse, while bathing my "vegetative" husband, I noticed a subtle blue tint on his nail beds and a dangerously slow pulse. He wasn't just in a coma from a car crash. Someone in this sprawling mansion was actively, slowly poisoning him with a neurotoxin. Why did they steal my past to drag me here, only to murder the man I was supposed to save? What dark secret was this powerful family hiding? I didn't know the answers yet, but I was done being their helpless victim. I calmly ground up a homemade antidote from the kitchen herbs. "I'm going to wake you up," I whispered, slipping the paste into his mouth. Little did I know, the comatose man I was trying to save was fully conscious, coldly analyzing my every move. But it didn't matter. I would cure this billionaire, take control of his fortune, and burn everyone who had wronged me to the ground, piece by piece.
The Day He Saved Me

The Day He Saved Me

« It's you and me. Together, » he says, his voice soft yet unwavering. « Us against the world. » In that moment, I want to believe him. I want to believe that someone like him - untouchable, adored, the golden boy of our school - could really mean those words. That the universe could be kind enough to let someone like me hold on to someone like him. But life isn't a fairy tale. I know that better than anyone. Growing up, I learned to fear men. To distrust their words, their smiles, and their promises. My stepfather was my first lesson - a cruel man who used his fists and his words to break my mother and me into pieces too small to repair. I watched her endure him, and I told myself I'd never give anyone that power over me. I would never let anyone get close enough to hurt me. And then came that morning. The day Jake Spencer - star quarterback, school heartthrob, a boy who lives in a world so far from mine it might as well be another galaxy - saw me. Not just looked at me, but *saw* me. It was the day he saved me. Maybe he didn't realize what he was doing, but it didn't matter. That small act of kindness cracked something open inside me, like sunlight slipping through the shutters of a locked room. But Jake Spencer doesn't remember that day. How could he ? To him, it was nothing - a fleeting moment in a life full of glory and victories. But to me, it was everything. It was a lifeline, a flicker of hope in a world I thought would always be dark. It doesn't matter. I tell myself that every day. He's the golden boy. I'm the invisible girl. We belong in two different stories, and I'm better off blending into the background. It's safer there. For both of us. But fate has never cared about what I want. When it brings us together again, it isn't gentle. It strikes like lightning - sudden, fierce, and utterly unstoppable. He crashes into my life, turning everything I thought I knew into chaos. He tears down my walls, breaks through my defenses, and leaves me exposed in ways I never thought possible. He destroys me. And just like the first time, I'm the only one who remembers. But what I don't realize is that this time, he's breaking too.