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The Summer I Fell For My Enemy

The Summer I Fell For My Enemy

Avery Clark has spent the last three years competing against Julian Vance for everything that matters... grades, internships, scholarships, and the coveted title of top student. They don't just dislike each other. They wage war with perfectly crafted arguments, sarcastic remarks, and an unspoken promise never to let the other win. The last person Avery expects to spend her summer with is him. But when an unexpected housing mix-up leaves them sharing a luxurious loft in the heart of Rome, escaping each other becomes impossible. Every breakfast turns into a debate. Every shared space becomes another battlefield. And somewhere between strict boundaries, midnight storms, hidden vulnerabilities, and a fake relationship neither of them asked for, the line between hate and something far more dangerous begins to blur. Julian is arrogant, infuriating, and maddeningly perceptive. Avery is stubborn, meticulous, and determined never to let her guard down. Falling for each other was never part of the plan. But summers have a way of changing people. And sometimes, the person you swore you'd never love becomes the one you can't imagine living without. A slow-burn enemies-to-lovers romance filled with witty banter, forced proximity, fake dating, academic rivals, unforgettable European adventures, and enough tension to make every stolen glance feel like a confession.
A Surrogate For Billionaire

A Surrogate For Billionaire

I knew this day would come soon but I’m not ready yet, I’m just scared. I couldn’t even see anything because my eyes were covered with a long black satin and also my hands were tied up. The most scary thing is it’s raining and thundering heavily. After some time I heard someone’s footsteps coming towards me and I knew he’s the man that I’m going to lose my virginity. He came and climbed onto me as he placed himself top of me. I could feel his scent and it made my heart beat so fast. Then he removed my nightgown as my body began to tremble. ā€œScared?ā€ He asked huskily against my ear. ā€œCan.. can you remove this blindfold sir?ā€ I asked as I heard his voice. ā€œNo. You shouldn’t see meā€ He said and with that I felt a sharp pain between my legs. So finally it happened. Tears came out of my eyes as he started to move. ā€œCa..can I touch you sir? It hurtsā€ I found myself crying because I wanted something strong to depend so he untied my hands. ā€œOf courseā€ Without thinking I hugged him so tightly and buried my face against his neck. I felt I was an object that he uses to vent his desire, I felt like I was a cheap woman who sells her own body for money but I should be strong because I’m giving myself to save a life…. …………………………. Julianna Kennedy was a 20 years old university student, her parents were dead but she had a 7 years old little brother who is suffering from lung cancer. So she needed a huge amount of money to do his surgery. So the only option she had was to be a surrogate for a man who she never knew. Ryan Winston was a 24 years old billionaire, he was handsome but a cold hearted man. He had everything in his life but never had a woman or loved anyone but because of his grandparents’ need to see a great grandchild before they die, Ryan was forced to have a child with a surrogate. But both Julianna and Ryan never knew they were fated to each other……..
The Assistant's Awakening

The Assistant's Awakening

For three years, I believed I was living a dream, curated by the renowned architect Liam Maxwell, a life where I served as his live-in assistant, blurring professional and personal lines. He mentored me, showered me with gifts, and praised my "brilliant" insights, making me believe I was valued, cherished even, an unspoken affection lingering between us. That illusion shattered when I overheard Liam describe me as "just a glorified intern, useful for fetching coffee and making my designs look better by comparison." He scoffed, adding, "She\'s so dependent on this job, she\'d never leave, even if she knew the truth. Her family needs the money." The world tilted. Every kind word, every thoughtful gift, every professional opportunity twisted into acts of cynical manipulation. I wasn\'t a protƩgƩ; I was a tool, a punchline in a cruel joke. The man I had admired, depended on, melted away, replaced by a calculating stranger. A cold rage replaced the hurt, a silent vow to reclaim my worth. How could I have been so blind? So utterly used? How much of my life had I truly wasted on his elaborate charade? The moment he tossed a new file on my desk, demanding renderings by morning, I looked up. "Of course, Liam," I said, a perfect imitation of the naive girl I used to be, knowing that this time, the performance was for me, marking the precise moment I decided to walk away and discover my true value.
Her Second Chance At Love

Her Second Chance At Love

The passenger window bloomed into a spiderweb of cracks, and one razor-sharp sliver drew a searing, hot line across Amelia Hayes’s cheek. "Help me," she choked into the phone, but her husband, Ethan Caldwell, snapped: "Amelia, for God's sake, I'm in a meeting." A percussive blow, then a wave of encroaching silence. She awoke not on the hard-packed asphalt beside her car, but in her opulent master bedroom, the calendar marking three months after her wedding. Three months into a marriage that had already begun its slow work of killing her. Ethan stood by the window, his voice softening, "Yes, Jessica, tonight sounds perfect." Jessica Thorne, his true love, the shadow over Amelia's first life. The customary ache that had long occupied the space beneath her ribs did not flare, but rather receded, leaving behind a preternatural stillness—a silence so profound she could count the heavy, deliberate beats of the pulse in her wrist. For seven miserable years, she had given Ethan a desperate, unyielding devotion. She had endured his glacial distance, his brazen affairs, his emotional abuse, all for a flicker of his attention. She had become a shell, a caricature, ridiculed by Ethan's circle and condescended to by his family. The profound injustice, the sheer blindness of his indifference, was a bitter pill. The familiar, constricting tightness that had long defined her chest had vanished. In its place was a peculiar and unnerving lightness, as if some vital, heavy organ had been neatly excised, leaving behind a cavity that no longer knew how to ache. She recalled the final indignity from that first life: a vulgar scene at a gala involving Eleanor’s ashes. Ethan’s palm had struck her shoulder with such force that she stumbled two full steps backward; before her skull met the unyielding wall, she registered the faint, sickening pop of a vertebra in her own neck, his accusations echoing: "You are a disgrace." He comforted Jessica while Amelia's head reeled from the impact. That was the final insult. There were no tears, nor any tremor of rage. Her fingertips, which had so often trembled, now rested upon her knees with the weight and stillness of poured lead. She delivered a small velvet box to his penthouse. Inside: the wedding ring and a divorce decree. "I require you," she stated, her voice a thing of newfound clarity, "to be removed from my life. Permanently." She was reborn to be free.