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Eight Years, A Twisted Play

Eight Years, A Twisted Play

"Ava, are you sure about this? The Venice project is a huge commitment. Two years is a long time." My boss asked, as I looked out my office window at the New York skyline, a view I'd worked my whole life to earn. "I'm sure, Mark. I've made up my mind." That's when he casually asked if my wedding to Ethan Hayes was on hold. "No," I said, "There is no wedding." The truth was, my fingers, slick with blood, were fumbling to open Ethan's laptop, hoping to find answers. Instead, I found a folder labeled "C," filled with thousands of photos of Chloe Davis, his high school sweetheart. There wasn't a single folder for me. I searched for photos of us and found a mere handful from a company party two years ago. For eight years, I'd made excuses for him, believing his charming lies. The excuses I'd built, the little walls around my heart, all came crashing down. That wasn't the worst of it. On his social media, Ethan had just posted: "The whale is back in the ocean." Chloe was his Moby Dick, his obsessive pursuit, and she was back. He had used our engagement, our wedding, to win her back. I was a prop in his twisted play. Then, Mark, Ethan's best friend, called, saying Ethan was a mess at The Black Rose. And Chloe was there. I arrived to see Ethan with his arm draped around Chloe, whispering in her ear. "She's not my fiancée!" he slurred, "I'm not marrying anyone." He never really wanted to claim me. I was just a placeholder until the real thing came along. He didn't love me. He never had. My eight-year gamble had failed. I had put all my chips on him, and I had lost everything. The relationship was over. It had been over for a long time; I was just the last one to know. I cancelled the wedding and flew to Venice. But he followed, a ghost from my past, still trying to control me. He even lied, claiming Chloe was faking her illnesses for attention. Then, in a car crash, I fumbled for my phone, desperate for help, and called him. My call went straight to voicemail. I survived, but he wasn't there. When he finally showed up, he apologized, claiming Chloe had a panic attack. "Chloe. Always Chloe." I realized I had made a terrible mistake, relying on him. "We're over, Ethan," I whispered, "This has to stop." I had to put an end to it, once and for all.
His Chosen Bride

His Chosen Bride

The waves roared like restless beasts, clawing at the jagged rocks beneath Gabriella's feet. Her fingers were stained with paint, the last remnants of the sunset she'd tried to capture before the storm rolled in. Now, the canvas lay forgotten in the sand, the wind tearing at its edges. She wasn't thinking about art anymore. She was thinking about him. "Stay still," Gabriella hissed, pressing harder against the wound on his side. Blood soaked through her scarf, dark and warm, and she swallowed the panic rising in her throat. The young man beneath her winced but didn't push her away. His eyes-dark as midnight and just as dangerous-locked on hers. "Why?" His voice was hoarse, as if he'd swallowed saltwater and fire. "I should've let you drown," she snapped, but her hands didn't stop working. "And you? Why did you to come washed up on the shore half-dead, bleeding like this? What did you do?" He didn't answer. Instead, he gave her a smile that made her heart stumble-sharp, wolfish, and entirely out of place for someone so broken. "I was running," he said. "From what?" His smile faltered, and for the first time, Gabriella saw the fear in his eyes. Not the kind born of pain, but something deeper. Older. "Everything." Lightning split the sky, and for a breathless moment, the world burned silver. Gabriella saw the marks then-the faint shimmer of scales along his ribs, like moonlight trapped under his skin. She froze. "What... are you?" The man's lips parted, but no words came out. Instead, he reached up and caught her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. "You can't tell anyone." Gabriella's pulse thundered. He wasn't human. Whatever he was, she should've run. Instead, she tightened her hold on him. "Who said I was planning to?" Their eyes locked, and despite the storm and the blood and the impossible truth unraveling between them, Gabriella felt the strangest pull-like the tide dragging her out to sea. And then he whispered his name. "Arik." It shouldn't have meant anything. But it did. And as the storm howled and the waves rose higher, Gabriella knew her world had just shifted. Permanently. Little did she know, it was only the beginning. ♤◇♤◇♤◇♤◇ In a world where legends rise from the depths and betrayal runs deeper than the sea, love can be the most dangerous tide of all. Sixteen-year-old Gabriella is a gifted painter, content with her quiet life by the shore-until the night she saves a mysterious, masked, dying stranger. Arik is dark, alluring, and more trouble than she's ever known. But as their worlds collide, Gabriella learns the truth: Arik is no ordinary man. He's a prince-and a merman-fleeing a deadly betrothal to a monster's daughter. Their forbidden romance ignites like wildfire, but court intrigue, ancient magic, and a vengeful enemy threaten to tear them apart. When Arik breaks his promise and doesn't return , Gabriella is left shattered, her love turning to ice-cold hatred. Now bound to a sinister force with her own dark agenda, Gabriella must decide whether to fight for the boy who broke her heart-or destroy him. As secrets unravel and tides turn, Gabriella and Arik must face the ultimate question: Is their love strong enough to conquer the depths-or will it drown beneath the waves?
THE MAD KING 1: THE FAKE BRIDE

THE MAD KING 1: THE FAKE BRIDE

**Aila was never meant to be queen.** She was never meant to be anything more than a cup-holder beside her gorgeous sister, Akila. But when Akila refuses to marry the Mad King, Aila must take her place-by committing the most forbidden act in the kingdom. A soul-switching spell. It was supposed to last three months. Three months, and she'd be free. But Akila tricked her, and now, Aila is trapped. Trapped in her sister's body. Trapped in a kingdom that despises her. Trapped in a marriage to a man who never wanted a bride. But nothing is more terrifying than the Mad King, her husband himself. King Ahsan-the faceless beast, cruel, unreadable, and dangerously sharp. The man the world fears. The man whose black eyes haven't left her since the moment she arrived. Now Aila must hide her secret, navigate the deadly palace, and survive the cold, ruthless king she calls her husband. But what exactly is Ahsan? A monster, as they say? Or something far worse-a broken man, cursed and craving something he cannot name? Something she was never meant to give. Find out. --- This is a slow burn romance, tension-filled romance, with lots of yearning, stolen glances and emotional devastation. Grab your popcorn, your drinks, and a load of napkins and watch how the mighty King falls on his knees yearning for his beloved. And welcome to my page, where I write broken but strong men, doing nothing except being utterly in love with their women.
My Unwanted Billionaire

My Unwanted Billionaire

“Tell me, Eleanor, do you like seeing me like this? Do you like seeing me angry with you?” he yells, banging the spot above my head. I keep my mouth shut so I don’t say the wrong thing and make him angrier. “Fucking answer me,” he says, roughly shaking my body. “N-N-N-o-o,” I stammer. Two-letter words have never felt more challenging in my life. “If you don't, then why don't you ever listen to me? The spanking wasn’t enough? Do you need me to unleash my beast on you before you listen to me?” he asks, and I shake my head this time to tell him no. I wonder what it’d be like if he released his inner beast. I would probably die because without it, I’m suffering already. “Then give me a reason why I shouldn't take you across my legs right now and give you twenty lashes on each ass cheek for laughing at something Evan said,” he says, and I pause for a minute. He’s furious with me because I laughed at what Evan said. I know he told me not to smile at other men except him, but this is too much, even for him. He’s angry because I laughed. I can't believe this. Does he expect me not to laugh when someone says something funny? If he does, then Mr. Crawford needs to get himself checked into a psych hospital because he’s crazy. “You shouldn't spank me because it's my right to laugh or not at what Evan said.” “You see, Eleanor, that's where you’re wrong. Only I can tell you if you can laugh or not.” “Excuse me?” I ask, looking at him confused and wondering if he’s on something. “I own your laughter, Eleanor.” “No, you don't.” “I do. And not just your laughter. I own all of you.” “No, you don't,” I repeat. Is something wrong with Mr. Crawford? Why in God's name would he think he owns me? “Yes, I do. I own all of you,” he says, whispering into my ear --------------------------------- Eleanor Brown is a lovely lady trying to make ends meets. She lands a job after an unfortunate event happens to her. She is excited and can't wait to start a new chapter in her life. Unknowing to Eleanor, this new chapter of her life will be filled with a lot of troubles. Her boss, Jason Crawford, believes Eleanor wants to work for him for other reasons, and since he can't fire Eleanor, he decides to make things difficult for her. Will Eleanor survive working with a boss who hates her, or will she quit and back off the deal even though she needs money?