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The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

The Neglected Wife's Bloody Revenge Pact

Jenna lay dying in the ICU, kept alive by a ventilator. Her twenty-year-old twins walked in wearing designer clothes, looking at her with pure disgust. Before Jenna could even reach out, Arthur stepped back. "Don't touch me. You'll ruin my jacket." Clio shoved a photo in Jenna's face, revealing their billionaire father was marrying someone else next week. They told Jenna she was a penniless nobody, nothing but a cheap incubator for the Knight family heirs. Then, checking his luxury watch, Arthur complained they were going to be late for a charity gala. Smiling coldly, he reached out and unplugged her life support. Jenna suffocated in agony, watching her own children walk away without looking back. As the heart monitor flatlined, she swore a blood oath. If she ever got another chance, she would make them bleed. When she opened her eyes again, she was back fifteen years in the past. Her five-year-old son was kicking her bed, screaming at her to make his pancakes. The trauma of her death ignited into pure, freezing rage. She finally understood that to this family, she was just livestock. This time, Jenna didn't drop to her knees to coax him. She dragged the brat over her knee and slapped him hard. She demanded a divorce, escaped her locked mansion using torn bedsheets, and ran into the dark. Finding a bleeding, heavily armed military operative hiding from assassins, Jenna pressed her hands against his wound. "I get you out of this kill zone. In exchange, you protect me."
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.
The Secret Billionaire's Obsessive Love Trap

The Secret Billionaire's Obsessive Love Trap

My mother was dying in the hospital, relying on expensive life support to survive. But my own father suddenly cut off her medical insurance, conspiring with a ruthless pharmaceutical heir named Fred. They wanted to force me to hand over my grandfather's priceless DARPA research formula in exchange for a corporate bailout. When I refused, Fred sent massive thugs to hunt me down in the freezing rain. He even used his power to have my dying mother physically thrown out of the VIP ward, leaving her to suffocate on a rusted gurney in a dirty, crowded corridor. My father and stepmother just sneered, watching me become a desperate pariah with nowhere to run. I couldn't understand how my father could trade his own wife's life for a real estate deal. Sitting in the pouring rain next to my mother, watching her skin turn the color of wet ash, my despair finally morphed into a cold, hard rage. "Sign the rights over to me, or buy a coffin." Just as Fred raised his hand to strike me, a seemingly poor biotech sales rep stepped out of the shadows. He brutally crippled Fred's guards, loudly claimed to be my boyfriend, and somehow got my mother secretly upgraded to the hospital's penthouse suite. To protect this "broke orphan" from Fred's revenge, I took him back to my tiny apartment. I was completely unaware that I had just invited the most terrifying, lethal billionaire on Wall Street into my home.