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986 Nights of Betrayal

986 Nights of Betrayal

For 986 nights, my marriage bed had not been my own. My husband, Corbett Ewing, heir to a New York real estate empire, was haunted by a ghost, and that ghost' s sister, Ivana, was my tormentor. Every night, she' d scratch at our door, claiming nightmares, and Corbett would let her in, laying a spare duvet for her in our master bedroom. One night, Ivana shrieked, pointing at me, "She tried to kill me! She snuck in while I was sleeping and choked me!" Corbett, without a second thought, yelled at me, "Jenna! What did you do?" He didn' t even look at me for my side of the story. Later, he tried to apologize with a macaron, my favorite pistachio. But it was filled with almond paste, to which I was deathly allergic. As my throat closed up and my vision tunneled, Ivana shrieked again, claiming a panic attack over online comments. Corbett, faced with my dying gasps and her fake hysterics, chose her. He carried her away, leaving me alone to save myself. He never came back to the hospital. He sent his assistant to discharge me. When I returned home, he tried to appease me, but then asked me to give my father' s last gift, my perfume organ, to Ivana for her "design studio." I refused, but he took it anyway. The next morning, Ivana "accidentally" shattered a bottle of my father' s custom scent, the last physical piece of him I had. I looked at Corbett, my hands bleeding, my heart shattered. He pulled Ivana behind him, shielding her from me, his voice cold, "That' s enough, Jenna. You' re hysterical. You' re upsetting Ivana." In that moment, the last shred of hope died. I was done. I accepted an offer to be a head perfumer in France, renewed my passport, and planned my escape.
Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex

Too Late For Regret, My Cheating Ex

On my tenth wedding anniversary, I prepared a perfect dinner and waited for my husband to come home. Instead, he walked in reeking of alcohol, threw a harsh divorce agreement on the table, and told me he was leaving me with nothing. He said our marriage was just for business, and now that his company was going public, he didn't need me anymore. The woman he truly loved and was cheating with was my own younger sister, Megan. When I rushed to my mother for help, she coldly sipped her tea and admitted she had known for months. She ordered me to turn a blind eye and beg for his forgiveness, because our family's company relied entirely on his investments. "Are you going to drag down your own family now?" She told me to accept being a wife in name only, or I wouldn't get a single penny from the family. Ten years of my youth were treated as a cheap transaction, and my own flesh and blood threw me away like a worthless pawn just to keep their funding. I finally realized that in this family, I had never been loved. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't beg. Instead, I tore up his cruel prenuptial agreement right in front of them. Using his upcoming IPO as leverage, I forced him to hand over two luxury properties and half a million dollars in cash. Then, I dusted off my hidden certifications and dialed the number for a top-tier headhunting firm.
Her Pain, His Blindness

Her Pain, His Blindness

A sharp, stabbing pain woke me. 3:17 AM. Alone. I reached for my husband, Mark, but he wasn' t there. My desperate call for help was answered by Lily, his goddaughter, her voice laced with annoyance. "Mark is busy. Eleanor isn' t feeling well, so he's here with me." I tried to explain about the emergency, the searing pain in my abdomen. She dismissed it as drama and hung up. Abandoned, I crawled to the phone and dialed 911, whispering, "I think I'm dying." At the hospital, the doctor' s grim face confirmed my worst fear: a ruptured ectopic pregnancy. I was bleeding internally and needed emergency surgery. Alone, I signed the consent form, my hand trembling, tears blurring Sarah Miller into a solitary figure. When I reached Mark hours later, fresh out of surgery and groggy from anesthesia, his words were cold, clipped. "What is it now, Sarah?" Before I could explain, Lily's frantic voice in the background cut me off. "Mark, come quick! Mom\'s monitor is beeping again!" He hung up, choosing her over me, over our lost baby, over my near-death experience. The love I thought was unbreakable shattered into a million pieces. The next morning, lying in the hospital bed, a cold, hard clarity settled over me. I had to make him understand. I sent him my medical reports, hoping the undeniable proof would cut through his blindness. His reply, however, sealed my fate: "Sarah, this has gone too far. Using a fake medical report to guilt-trip me is a new low." He called me manipulative, a liar. He chose her over me, again. The fight drained out of me. I typed one word: "Okay." It was over. I knew, with a certainty that chilled me to the bone, that I was done.
Chasing After My Ex-Husband

Chasing After My Ex-Husband

Lena's eyes locked onto Grayson's, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed you away like that. I...I made a mistake." Grayson's cold laughter cut through the air, sharp and unforgiving. He closed the space between them, his towering presence suffocating. "A mistake?" His voice was low, dangerous. "No, Lena. Dropping a glass is a mistake. What you did..." He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. "That was a choice." Lena flinched, her chest tightening. "I didn't know. .." "You knew exactly what you were doing," he interrupted, his tone like ice. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his piercing gaze. "And now you're here, begging for something. What is it this time? Redemption? Love?" His lips curled into a cruel smirk. "Don't insult me." "I don't want anything from you," Lena shot back, though her voice faltered under his scrutiny. Grayson laughed softly, the sound mocking. "You always want something, Lena. What is it now?" His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "A second chance to ruin me?" Her heart pounded in her chest, her words stuck in her throat. Lena watched him, her stomach twisting. The man before her was powerful, untouchable...everything she had once dreamed of. And now, she feared she had lost him forever. *** Lena made a choice, a selfish, cold decision she thought was best for her future. She married Grayson, a struggling man she believed she could manipulate to secure her family's fortune. But once the deal was sealed, she cast him aside without remorse. Later, regret weighed heavily on her heart. Grayson, the man she thought she'd discarded, has returned, but he's no longer the desperate man she once knew. He's powerful, ruthless, and unrecognizable. And worse? He's made it clear he wants nothing to do with her. Now, Lena must decide how far she's willing to go to mend what she broke. But Grayson's world has no room for second chances, or does it? Why did Lena suddenly want him back? Is it love, guilt, or something far more dangerous? And will Grayson forgive her, or destroy her?
My Contract, Her True Love

My Contract, Her True Love

Ethan Prescott, a billionaire haunted by a dark premonition, meticulously staged his own death. His lavish life—the Hamptons galas, the cold but perfect Izzy Rossi on his arm—was a facade he was ready to shatter, scheduled to end in a tragic "sailing accident." This wasn't madness; it was survival. Six months prior, a polo accident revealed a terrifying "script": Izzy, his contractual companion, would find happiness with Liam Vance, while he, Ethan, spiraled into a fiery, fatal car crash. To defy this cruel destiny, Ethan embraced the role of villain. He pushed Izzy away with calculated cruelty, even orchestrating encounters that forced her into Liam's arms. He watched, an agonizing observer, as his cold persona alienated her, convinced her freedom lay in his self-destruction. Why was he forced to sacrifice everything for her happiness? The injustice burned, even as he adhered to the horrifying prophecy. He was a puppet with unseen strings, his fate predetermined. He believed his faked death had finally freed him, rebuilding a quiet life as Miles Corbin. But five years later, Izzy Rossi walked into his bookstore. She knew. She had uncovered his elaborate lie, not to expose him, but to confess the love he’d forced himself to bury. Her shocking revelation: *she also felt the script’s control*. His rebellion had merely dragged them both into a larger, more perilous battle—a fight for love and freedom against the unseen Narrator controlling their lives.
Be My Woman

Be My Woman

TITLE: Be My Woman BLURB Rosy Klein did all she could to sponsor herself and her boyfriend through college. She has been dating Stefan since , but immediately they started college, Stefan lost his parents and almost quit school, but Rosy took the responsibility. Stefan is a guy she loves so much, and she couldn't bear watching him drop out, though she's an orphan herself. Part time jobs and illegal gigs brought her the cash she earned, and with that, she was able to sponsor herself and Stefan, but on their graduation day... Stefan proposed to her best friend right in front of her, and her world crumbled. That same day, Roman Lawson planned proposal for his girlfriend, and he was hoping it'd be the best night of their lives. He has been dating Gwen for three years, and though she did nothing for him throughout, but to him, her love was enough. He payed for her mother's yearly surgery even when he's just a struggling youth. He even bought Gwen a car with his first salary, all for love. But on getting to the proposal venue, Gwen turned him down and ran out in tears after confessing that she's currently in love with someone else. Roman's world shattered. The pain of betrayal and heartbreak made him drive to the bar where he drank himself to stupor. There he met Rosy who also came to drink as a result of what Stefan did to her. Fate had it's way, and something huge happened between them that night... Huge enough to change everything about their existence. Who can't wait to find out what the huge something is and how huge it is? Are you ready to be on a rollercoaster of emotions? Join this sweet ride to see what life holds for this two and what future dramas will look like. Trust me, it's a book that'd keep you at the edge of your seat throughout... Don't miss out.
Married To My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

Married To My Ex's Powerful Billionaire Uncle

I was supposed to marry my fiancé, Kenan, the golden boy of the Sinclair family, tomorrow. Instead, I woke up drugged in a hotel bed, wearing a man's shirt, with my fiancé's disabled, supposedly ruined uncle, Beckett Sinclair, sitting in a wheelchair across from me. Before I could even process the horror, my future mother-in-law busted the door open with a pack of reporters. She pointed her finger at me, screaming to the cameras that I was a slut who cheated on her son with his crippled uncle. My fiancé texted me immediately. "You make me sick. We're done." Even my abusive adoptive family joined the firing squad, demanding I go crawl back and apologize to the man who just threw me away like trash. I was completely set up. My mother-in-law orchestrated this whole nightmare just to ruin me and replace me with a wealthy, pregnant heiress. I was stripped of my dignity, my future, and my reputation in the blink of an eye. But just as I was about to be swallowed by the scandal, the disabled uncle everyone mocked did the unthinkable. He took the blame for everything in front of the furious family patriarch. Then, he looked at me with calm, calculating eyes and handed me a lifeline. "Marry me. It's your only way out." I looked at the greedy faces of my family and the smug smile of my ex-fiancé's mother. I took his hand, tore up my past, and became the new Mrs. Sinclair.
The End Of Us

The End Of Us

Their love is very beautiful, All the days are the best for them... Since they had each other. Samantha Cruz and Ryan Erwin. They are two incompatible souls that met and slowly got attracted to each other and then, fell in love even after facing opposition from each other family. The burning desire between them would never let them split apart no matter what. They overcome all odds and were about to get married when, "A secret surfaced!" A secret that should never be known, no matter what! A secret that shook up the whole family, A secret that eventually split them apart, A secret then turned their four years of love into total hatred.... What's that secret? Samantha was born a princess, her younger days were spent in abundance wealth but, what happened when she lose her father at a very young age loosing all their wealth? Her father didn't just passed away but, he was murdered in cold blood. She was left alone with her mother and kid sis in the lonely world. No matter how she tried, she could never forget seeing her father laying in a pool of his own blood with a huge and wide cut on his neck. That had always tormented her and she vowed to take revenge no matter how long it takes. Her hardened and vengeful heart got softened and, she almost forgot her revenge when she met Ryan Cruz. She was so happy with him and the vengeful spirit slowly faded away from her. However, After three years of neglecting her father murder case, the true killer came to light. A killer she never expected! A killer that she had hoped never to be true. The killer turned her melted heart back to a rock and, the door to her heart got shut again! Who is the killer? What does that have to do with Ryan Cruz? What will happen to their broken relationship? Will they stay enemy forever despite their undiluted love for each other? The mystery stays unknown!
Love Beyond The Scars

Love Beyond The Scars

For five long years, Ethan Miller lived in silent devotion to Victoria Davenport, pushing her wheelchair, fulfilling her every demand, and harboring a desperate love he believed would someday be reciprocated. He considered himself her devoted world, her hands and feet, following her tragic horseback riding accident that left her seemingly paralyzed. But one chilling whisper shattered his meticulously constructed reality: Victoria's paralysis was an elaborate hoax, his unwavering dedication a mere component in her sadistic, years-long game of revenge. He was exposed as nothing more than a "poor fool," a pathetic pawn manipulated in her cruel scheme. The profound love he had nurtured curdled into an agonizing bitterness as he learned they planned an "unforgettable" 99th game, designed explicitly to "truly break him." Lured on a fake errand to a desolate warehouse, Ethan was subjected to an unspeakable, humiliating assault, brutally filmed for their wicked amusement. Broken physically and defiled spiritually, a devastating question echoed: How could five years of his life, his entire being, have been reduced to such a twisted, grotesque joke? Yet, from the abyss of betrayal, a steel-cold resolve emerged. Ethan Miller orchestrated his own dramatic disappearance, faking his suicide by the cold Charles River. He was no more. Reborn as Alex Chen, he journeyed west to Seattle, determined to rebuild a life free from the shadows of his tormentors, seeking healing and genuine autonomy.