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My Freedom, His Regret

My Freedom, His Regret

The cold ultrasound gel didn't dim the warmth in my heart; I was six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, a dream I’d chased for ten years with my husband, Ethan. I drove home, convinced this daughter would finally heal our fractured marriage, my heart swelling with hope. I found Ethan in our marital bed, tangled with an Instagram model – my world shattered. This wasn't the first time; a flash of memory showed me screaming, throwing a vase, and then being shoved down a grand staircase in another life, losing our previous child. But this time, a cold clarity washed over me instead of rage. I simply turned and walked away, divorcing Ethan and his toxic world with startling speed. My own mother dismissed his affairs as mere "needs," urging me to secure child support and prioritize their financial comfort over my pain. Then, came the ultimate humiliation at the clinic: Ethan arriving with his new mistress, who cruelly mocked me, claiming to carry his "real heir," while his fury was aimed directly at me. In that moment, a devastating truth became clear: to truly escape his suffocating control, to protect any future for myself, I had to make the most agonizing choice of my life. How could I bring a child into such a poisonous legacy, a world where the man who should protect us was the ultimate aggressor? His actions forced me to sacrifice a precious life, ripping away my choice and my daughter, just to reclaim my very freedom. So I boarded a one-way flight to Oregon, burning every bridge to my old life, ready to rebuild from the ashes.
The Mafia King Kissed

The Mafia King Kissed

"Cheers." My raw friends and I shouted together, we are now at the famous bar. It's Niña's birthday so it was fitting, as I sipped the beer in my glass, I winced because I'm not really used to this, I'm just keeping up with my piste friends. For a long time, I feel dizzy, but I can still drink more. Just a few minutes ago I saw my friends already dancing on the dance floor, I hurriedly went to where they were so we could go home because I was dizzy. I was close to where they were when I felt like I was going to pass out, I closed my eyes completely and let Batman take care of what was going to happen. I just waited for my back to land on the cold floor but I made a mistake because there was an arm that grabbed my waist. I opened my eyes and then I saw a man who looked like a Greek God. He has a pointed nose, perfect jawline, a perfect ash gray eyes that are hypnotizing. And then a red rosy kissable lips as if it was good to kiss. I just felt that I was touching his lips, soft and red. "Do you want to try it?" Asked the Stranger who caught me while smiling and I, like a fool because of the drunkenness, also nodded. I could clearly see the grin of the man in front of me. "Then kiss me baby." He said in a husky voice. Little by little, if my face got closer, I felt like I was going to vomit, so I vomited Stranger raw. "Fuck you woman." He felt as if I would spit on his face. He immediately got me up and hurriedly left, maybe he's going to the rest room, he'll take care of his life as long as I'm already dizzy that's why I went straight to our car outside
When Love Became A Larceny

When Love Became A Larceny

My tech company was at its peak – celebrated, successful. For twenty years, I believed my marriage to Bella was just the same: perfect. We had two sons, Mark and Alex, my pride and joy, the heirs to everything I had built. Then, at fifty, Bella lay dying in a sterile hospital bed. Her rasping voice delivered the blow that pulverized my world: "Ethan," she whispered, "the boys… they' re not yours. They' re Ryan' s." My heart squeezed, then shattered. My own sons, whom I loved more than life, turned on me instantly, their eyes cold and calculating. They saw Ryan, their biological father, not as a long-lost parent, but as a direct route to my wealth, reducing me to nothing but a disposable obstacle. In the brutal inheritance struggle that followed, the very boys I' d raised beat me to death. I gasped for air, my heart giving out under the crushing weight of their betrayal, my world built on a twenty-year lie crumbling to dust. How could I have been so utterly blind? My final thought was of profound regret, a desperate, yearning wish for another chance to live life differently, to choose another path. Then, darkness. But instead of an afterlife, I jolted awake, alive, younger, surrounded by the pulsing chaos of an SXSW party. Standing before me, vibrant and deceptively innocent, was Bella, dropping to one knee, a champagne flute raised, asking me to marry her. This was my impossible second chance. And this time, with the bitter truth of twenty years flooding my mind, I knew exactly what to say.
The Hundred Million Dollar Contract Wife

The Hundred Million Dollar Contract Wife

The auctioneer's hammer fell, wiping out the Hayes family empire and leaving Elara with a crushing nine-figure debt and a critically ill mother. Her last lifeline was her fiancé, Blake Sterling. But when his Bentley pulled up outside the auction house, he didn't come to save her. "I can hardly marry a woman with a nine-figure debt attached to her name. Our family is a corporation, not a charity." In front of flashing cameras, he publicly broke their engagement, looking at her with cold, dismissive contempt. Stripped of her dignity, Elara returned the ring and walked out into a freezing blizzard until she collapsed in the snow. Her tragedy didn't end there. Her mother's cognitive decline rapidly worsened, requiring a private care facility that cost an impossible sum. Driven to an absolute dead end, Elara was forced to attend a humiliating "bride-finding" gala hosted by the elite Carlisle family, hoping to secure a rumored hundred-million-dollar settlement to save her mother's life. She was fully prepared to sell her pride and be assessed like a mere commodity. But she never expected the man sitting across the table to be Blake's legendary, ruthless uncle—the titan of Wall Street, Rhodes Carlisle. Desperate, she offered to act as his fake fiancée in exchange for the money. Rhodes calmly pushed a thick, leather-bound prenuptial agreement toward her. "A fiancée is a temporary arrangement with no legal standing. We get married." Elara picked up the pen and signed her name, instantly wiping out her debt and officially becoming her ex-fiancé's aunt.