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Escaping His Obsession, Finding Love

Escaping His Obsession, Finding Love

I woke up gasping, the memory of my first life still fresh: my fiancé, Elliott, watching coldly as I drowned, his mind poisoned by a woman named Katarina after an accident gave him amnesia. This time, I had a plan to escape before his fateful yacht trip. But the doorbell rang. It was Elliott, home early. And holding his arm was Katarina. He claimed he'd had a "small incident" on the yacht, but his eyes were clear. He remembered me. He had no amnesia. He brought her into our home anyway, moving her into my deceased mother's studio. He ordered my parents' priceless mementos thrown in the trash. When I protested, he threw me against the wall. When Katarina "accidentally" shattered a photo of my family, he slapped me and locked me out of the house in the pouring rain. In my first life, I could blame his cruelty on his memory loss. I told myself he was a victim, too. But now, he remembered everything—our childhood, our love, our promises. This wasn't a man being manipulated. This was a monster, deliberately choosing to torture me. When Katarina smashed the last gift from my mother, I finally snapped and attacked her. Elliott's response was swift. He had his guards drag me to a soundproofed room in the basement and strap me to a chair. As the electricity seared through my body, I understood. My second chance wasn't an escape. It was a new level of hell, and this time, my torturer was fully aware of what he was doing.
His Innocent Bride

His Innocent Bride

The world's most feared mafia, Ehab Durani, is a 30-year-old man of few words with all bad habits. He changes girlfriends like clothes. His smooth-going life takes a U-turn when he bumps into a timid soul named Wafa Shirley. He falls for her at the very first sight, whereas his father is totally against his will to make Wafa his in every sense. But being stubborn and dangerous, Ehab decides to keep his father out of his life. But the most interesting part is when Ehab comes to know that Wafa is his enemy's daughter. His enemy, with whom he has no good relations, they can't even breathe in the same room for a minute. Ehab plans to learn about Wafa through Lucy, her office manager. He makes sure that she keeps an eye on Wafa by becoming her good friend. Also, Ehab instructed Lucy to find out whether Wafa's disease is real or if she is faking it. As a mafia member, he doesn't trust anyone, so he just wants to be on the safe side. When he finds out that Wafa is innocent and not faking it, he falls for more for her. As Ehab learns about Wafa's past. He is not shocked to know that her own father was using her to kill his enemies but also taking advantage of her rare disease called Dementia. She creates her own scenarios in her mind. She barely remembers anything real of her own. Taking advantage of her disease, Ehab plans a very dangerous plan to kill her father, Keith Evans. The story takes twist when Wafa makes a soft corner in his heart. Ehab starts falling for her more and more. They found themselves tangled in such problems that keep them entangled with each other every now and then. Ehab's dominating side, his intensity, makes her feel sparks. His closeness makes her heart thud. His touches are a cure for all her scars. She learns that she cannot survive without him. He makes the first move and proposes to her one night. But here, Keith Evans plans to send his man to Ehab's place to find out what Ehab is planning. And when he discovers that his daughter is in love with his enemy, he plans to cut them into pieces that too on their wedding day. Ehab promised himself to protect her at every cost, even if he has to sacrifice his life. Ehab plans his wedding not to be announced in front of the world, but Keith manages to find out and kidnaps his own daughter. Ehab gets furious and he himself attacks Keith's mansion and warehouse, killing all of Keith's men and destroying him completely. Ehab knows that Keith has a stupid obsession with collecting various types of currencies, illegally, so he burns them to ashes. As Ehab finishes destroying everything, Keith smirks, aiming his gun at his daughter. But at the right time, Ehab's father shoots Keith. And this is how they overcome all their hurdles. They mark a day for themselves, and she is known as his bride.
Accidentally His

Accidentally His

Layla Bellini never wanted a billionaire's name. She wanted to save her father's company, keep her head down, and disappear back into her own life by morning. One blackout ruined all of it. "I'm not her," she told him, staring at a man the entire room believed she was about to marry. "Whoever you think I am, you have the wrong woman." Zayd Marchetti didn't care. He needed the marriage to stand, at least until his billion-dollar deal was signed, and he made that clear in front of every camera in the room before Layla could say otherwise. "Then we'll fix it after the deal is done," he said, like it was that simple. Like her entire life hadn't just been rearranged for his convenience. It should have stayed simple. A temporary marriage, a business arrangement, nothing more. Instead, Layla found herself reshaping his empty mansion into something like a home, drawn into his most ambitious project, and slowly, infuriatingly, falling for the one man she never chose. "You were never supposed to matter," he told her one night, his voice rougher than she'd ever heard it. "I don't know how to fix that anymore." But the mix-up that trapped them together was never an accident, and Layla is the one who has to unravel it, before the truth costs her the company, the family, and the man she wasn't supposed to fall in love with at all. The world thinks she's the wrong bride. Layla intends to prove exactly how wrong they are.
My Tormentor, My Husband

My Tormentor, My Husband

The day I was supposed to marry Daniel Miller, my world shattered. A truck, later reported stolen, ran my parents' car off the highway, killing them instantly. Hours later, my pregnant sister-in-law, Sarah, received a chilling call, her husband, my brilliant brother Mark, framed for selling company secrets. The shock sent Sarah into miscarriage; she lost baby Lily. Mark was dragged away in handcuffs, his hands, which wrote code like poetry, brutally broken. My family was systematically destroyed, Daniel Miller, my fiancé and his boss, pulling every string. Desperate and broken, with a severely injured leg, I crawled through the rain and mud to the secluded mansion of Ethan Hayes, a reclusive tech prodigy and a ghost from my past. He was my only hope. He agreed to help, to clear my family's name, but at a price. "Marry me." I swallowed my confusion and despair, the memories of rejecting him years ago, and said, "I will." Our courthouse marriage was cold, sterile, devoid of love. That night, in his vast, empty mansion, he asserted his dominance with a cruel intimacy that left me bruised and shattered, not an act of passion, but conquest. The next morning, the news hailed Daniel Miller as a hero, promoting him to Chairman of the Board for "exposing" Mark, painting my family as villains. Trembling, I turned to Ethan. "You saw this? You knew this would happen? You promised you would help me." His cruel smile sent shivers down my spine. "Why would I help the family that destroyed my sister?" My mind reeled. He accused my family of ruining his sister Anna' s life, of orchestrating a scandal that led to her infertility. His eyes burned with hatred. "You think I married you for love? I married you so I could have you right where I want you. You are going to pay for what your family did to Anna. Your family was corrupt, and they got what they deserved." My savior had become my tormentor, and I had walked straight from one monster into the arms of another. Hope died.
Rejection's Fury: A Wife's Return

Rejection's Fury: A Wife's Return

I stood in front of City Hall, clutching a marriage license application, waiting for the man I' d loved for five years. He was late. Again. This was the 99th time Damien Crawford had chosen someone else over me. But this time, a picture on my phone showed him smiling with his high school sweetheart, Hadley Stuart, the woman he' d never gotten over. When I returned to his mansion, Hadley was curled up next to him, his mother beaming. His mother, Cecil, gave Hadley a family heirloom bracelet, dismissing me as a servant. Damien, instead of apologizing, grabbed my arm, accusing me of a tantrum. He still thought he was in control. I showed him the torn marriage license, telling him I wanted nothing from him anymore. He responded by dragging me to my room, pushing me against the wall, and trying to kiss me. I told him he was dirty. Then, my father collapsed. Damien, seeing the jacket a male security guard had given me, refused to let me take my dying father to the hospital, claiming Hadley was having a panic attack. His mother, Cecil, slashed the car tires and threw the keys into a fountain, laughing as my father stopped breathing. My father died. At the hospital, Damien jabbed an acupuncture needle into my hand, telling me it was what happened when I disobeyed him. He still didn't know the scar on my back was from the skin graft I gave him. Why did I sacrifice everything for a man who saw me as property, who let my father die? Why did I stay for five years, only to be treated like dirt? I called Anderson, my adoptive brother, the CEO of the Morrison Group. It was time to go home. It was time for Damien Crawford to pay.
Touch Of Death

Touch Of Death

"Tip for you gorgeous". I smiled seductively at my 84th customer for tonight. He'll be the last because I feel tired and I want to go home and rest. I saw a lot this night. "Thanks daddy", I bit my lower lip to look seductive and I saw her swallowing so I smiled even more. Before he could speak, I turned my back on him. I headed to the backstage of the bar but before I could enter I was blocked by Agnes' group. They are also my colleagues at this bar and we are both dancers and call for tables. He doesn't give me a good look, well as usual. "You're such a whore", I just looked at him and the two with him were giving me insulting looks. "You're not flirtatious, you're also stealing customers" "Excuse me Agnes, I'll pass" "Shut your ass* b*tch!" "Don't get me started, I'm tired" "The hell I care! What are you putting in your pussy and my customers are following you" "Your customer? HAHA nice joke. Can't you still accept that I'm better than you. And, I don't put anything in my pussy because it's FRESH. Unlike you, ROTTEN AND BORED!" He was about to hit me when I grabbed his hand and undoubtedly pushed him. His henchmen were about to attack me when I glared at them and looked scared so they didn't rush. I flipped my hair before turning them away. Such a waste of my time to just look at their lotions, their faces and bodies. After I arranged my things and said goodbye to my boss, I left the bar and went straight to my old car. It was parked on the side of the road in the dark and only my car was parked there. I got into the car and started the engine but before I could drive my car there was a sudden click and a cold thing was pointed at my senses. "Drive and don't make a stupid action..."