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Shadowed By Her, Now Free

Shadowed By Her, Now Free

For seven years, I lived in Chloe Adams' s shadow, the architect of her fame, ghostwriting her witty captions and composing jingles, content to be the loyal friend. Then, at her engagement party, Chloe announced her new brand deal, her arm linked with reality TV star Brody Hayes. "It' s time for you to find your own spotlight, you know? Away from me." Her casual dismissal, meant to be a gentle nudge, landed like a physical blow, firing me from her life. Everyone in the room watched, waiting for me to nod, to accept my role as Chloe' s devoted groupie. But something inside me snapped. "No," I said, the word cutting through the celebratory hum like glass. Chloe' s perfect smile faltered. "I' m just done. Done writing your posts, done composing your jingles, done being your shadow." Her face blotched red, the gracious influencer replaced by a furious toddler. "You can' t be 'done' !" she hissed. "I' m not done with you!" I thought I was finally free, but her fury escalated. She shoved me, then roared, "Your parents gave me a key years ago, remember? What' s yours is mine." I rushed home to find my sanctuary invaded, my studio defiled. A stranger strummed my grandfather' s prized vintage Martin guitar, another giggled, scrolling through my private files. Rage burned through me. As I called 911, Brody snatched my phone and smashed it. "He thinks he' s so much better than us just because his parents have money," Brody declared, manipulating the crowd. Chloe' s eyes blazed. I felt a sharp sting as she slapped me, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. Helpless, I watched as she grabbed a bottle of sticky red liqueur and upended it over my head. Laughter and jeers erupted, phones flashing, recording my humiliation. Then, I saw it: Brody wore my mother' s hand-carved wooden bird necklace, a sacred link to her memory. "Chloe gave it to me. Said it was just some trinket she found lying around. A good luck charm." "It' s a cheap piece of wood. Stop making a scene over nothing. You' re embarrassing yourself." My mother' s last gift, the most precious thing I owned, dismissed as "nothing." A raw, desperate cry escaped me. "That was my mother' s. It was a gift from my dead mother!" Her face went dead white. "You shut your mouth!" she shrieked, striking my head. Brody whispered to Chloe, eyes on my open laptop. "His laptop is still on. The application portal is still open." My college applications. My future. "NO!" I screamed, struggling against the men holding me. "Don' t you touch that!" But I was forced to watch as Chloe, with a cruel smile, clicked, erasing my Yale application, my entire dream. "This is Yale," she snarled, holding up my laptop before letting it smash to the floor. A piece of the broken screen sliced my cheek, the warm trickle of blood a final punctuation. "The application deadline is in fifteen minutes," Brody chimed. "Tough luck, man." Hope died. "Lock him in the basement until morning." The basement. My deepest, primal fear. "Chloe, no. Please. Not the basement. Do anything else. Please!" I begged, dignity gone. But Brody' s whisper sealed my fate: "He' ll ruin everything." Chloe' s eyes hardened to stone. "Do it." They dragged me, struggling, pleading, towards the yawning black maw. I tumbled down the creaking stairs, landing on the cold, damp concrete. The door slammed shut above me. The click of the lock echoed in the suffocating darkness. I woke in a hospital bed, Maria, our housekeeper, explaining she' d found me. My parents burst in, back from Paris. "I' m so sorry we let this happen. We brought a monster into our home. Into your life." "It' s okay, Dad. She didn' t ruin anything." "I got my acceptance letter from Juilliard two months ago. A full scholarship." The only thing Chloe destroyed last night was the last bit of affection I had for her. Thousands of miles away, Chloe' s card was declined. She tried to call me. Voicemail. She tried again. Voicemail. She swore I was playing games. Meanwhile, at Juilliard, I stood on stage. "You are the protagonist of your own life. Don' t ever let anyone else hold the pen." Chloe Adams, abandoned and broke, would keep waiting for me to come crawling back.
My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

My Secret Wife Is A Top Hacker

I was Z, the world's most lethal hacker. But after I died, I woke up gasping for air in a massive, freezing bathtub. Memories that didn't belong to me slammed into my brain. I was trapped in the body of Zero Vance, a notorious "trashy young master" of a wealthy family, who was actually a girl hiding in plain sight. The original owner of this body was a pathetic, lovesick stalker obsessed with an esports god named Maverick Thorne. She wore ridiculous rainbow hair and cheap makeup, sending him thousands of desperate, unread texts every single day. When he completely ignored her, she became the ultimate laughingstock. Bullies at her elite academy spray-painted "freak" on her locker, shoved her around, and her own family looked at her with exhausted disappointment. Unable to take the endless humiliation and his cold rejection, she swallowed a bottle of pills and slipped into the icy water. Looking at the ruined, tear-stained reflection in the mirror, physiological disgust washed over me. Why would anyone throw their life away for an arrogant, frozen block of ice? I grabbed the grooming scissors and sheared off the neon hair until only a sharp, silver-blonde crop remained. I deleted his contact, blocked his number, and put on a perfectly tailored black suit. When the school's head cheerleader pointed a finger at my nose, warning me to stay away from Maverick, I snapped it backward. "I have zero interest in Maverick Thorne." I am alive. And as the new Zero, I am going to take everything back.
Naomi and Mitchell

Naomi and Mitchell

NAOMI 💮 & MITCHELL 🧿 'We were never meant to be 💔' 🔥A love that was a mistake from the start 🔥 ☠️Love, romance, betrayal and emotionally triggering ☠️ SYNOPSIS I LOVE HER I don't know what to do with myself,she was too perfect..I found no flaws about her I can't love her she is from a totally different world from me, I can't even afford to pay my bills how would I fall in love with my boss daughter My name is Mitchell Clay but people call me Mitch, I am an orphan and I don't even care about finding my parents but people said I was dumped at the front door of the orphanage by my parents because I was a mistake I have left all my life working to feed myself,I leave with some of my orphanage pal's and we work at a very expensive club as bartender and yes am handsome my parents might have made a mistake having me but they did not forget to bless me with the looks which every lady can't get enough from....at first my friends adviced me to dupe women with my looks but I just couldn't My boss has a mysterious daughter whom I have never seen but only heard of ...she comes around sometimes but I have never seen her face before NAOMI was her name... only her name alone gives me chills "Am sorry I didn't tell you all this while...I know you won't want to be with me if you know who I was " " You lied to me the whole time, no wonder you never took a dime From me so now that you gave me the big news what should I do" " Still love me the same way" " I can't...it's too much for me to handle"
Surrogate Love: Carrying The Son Of The Millionaire Enemy

Surrogate Love: Carrying The Son Of The Millionaire Enemy

Amelia Roberts, a young woman, is cruelly betrayed by her father and forced to be a surrogate mother for the ruthless millionaire Stevenson Westcott. After giving birth to her son, Oliver, Amelia is separated from him and left to fend for herself. Determined to get her son back, Amelia embarks on a dangerous mission, accepting a job as a personal assistant to Oliver, now a mischievous four-year-old boy. Disguised as a man named "Alex," Amelia deeply connects with her son and becomes his accomplice in fun pranks. But there's an unexpected obstacle in her path: Terrence Westcott, Oliver's single father and Stevenson's grandson. Terrence, a man obsessed with order and cleanliness, begins to feel an irresistible attraction toward his new assistant "Alex," an attraction that drives him to the brink of madness. As Amelia and Terrence grow closer, sharing moments of tenderness and complicity with Oliver, the sparks between them become harder to ignore. But their path to love is riddled with obstacles, from Terrence's manipulative grandfather to his capricious and intolerable fiancée, Clara. When the truth about Amelia's identity comes to light, it triggers a series of events that test her determination and love. Amelia must fight against conspiracy, betrayal, and dangerous enemies to reclaim her son and protect her new family.
His Reckless Lies, Her Broken Life

His Reckless Lies, Her Broken Life

My world used to be painted in bright, vibrant colors, filled with the easy comfort of a lifelong friendship blossoming into love with Liam. We were finally a couple, and the future felt golden, a masterpiece I was eager to create. Then, a casual scroll through a local gossip forum shattered everything. A blurry photo, a familiar gray hoodie, Liam' s arm around another girl – the headline, "Local Guy Juggling Two Girls?" screamed off the screen. The post detailed a canceled trip with me, replaced by a romantic getaway with her, along with cruel, precise details of our life together. My mind reeled as Liam' s voice, smooth and warm, denied everything, a faint girl' s voice in the background confirming his lies. It wasn't just a lie; it was a complete betrayal, twisting our shared history into something ugly and unrecognizable. Later, Eleanor, Liam' s mom, called, frantic because Liam was missing from a family dinner - a family dinner I was at, helping set up. My phone buzzed again, revealing an Instagram story from the 'other woman,' Brittany, showing Liam laughing, declining his mother' s call with a smug, "No interruptions on our weekend getaway! ;)" A cold, hard clarity washed over me: Liam wasn't just a cheat; he was a selfish, careless boy who would burn down his whole life for a little attention. Then, the unthinkable happened. Liam' s parents, searching for him in the pouring rain, were in a horrific car accident, his father, Mark, left fighting for his life, his mother hysterical. How could he be so reckless, so utterly blind to the consequences of his actions, while his family faced such a devastating cost? The time for protecting anyone's feelings was over.