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Betrayed Bride, Reborn Architect

Betrayed Bride, Reborn Architect

My masterpiece, "Greenhaven," was about to change the world. Five years of my life, my soul, poured into sustainable architecture, culminating tonight in a grand unveiling. I scanned the ballroom for David, my fiancé, my partner in work and life. We were a team, meant to marry after this launch. But he was distant, cloaked in late-night meetings, telling me to trust him. Then I saw him on stage, not with me, but with Victoria Hayes, my ruthless rival, her arm possessively around his waist. The CEO announced "Elysian Fields," a project backed by David Thompson and Victoria Hayes. My designs flashed on screen, every detail mine, but my name was nowhere. The applause was thunderous. David leaned into the microphone, his smile sickeningly bright. "Victoria has not only been my partner in business but has become the partner of my heart. We're engaged." Cameras flashed, capturing their faces, the thieves who stole my life's work and my future. My phone vibrated: a text from my boss. "Don't come to the office tomorrow. You're done. We can't be associated with this kind of scandal." Blacklisted, ruined. In one moment, I lost my project, my fiancé, my career. My world, built around David, crumbled. I stumbled out into the night, nowhere to go. My apartment was our apartment; my friends our friends. I had one last, desperate hope: my estranged uncle Robert. He was a disgraced civil engineer, a recluse I hadn't spoken to in a decade. "Sarah?" he answered, his voice raspy. "Uncle Robert," I choked, "I need help. I have nowhere else to go." A long pause, then: "I have a car coming for you. It will be there in twenty minutes. It will bring you to me." He hung up. Sliding down the cold brick wall, I understood. I was leaving my old life behind, a lie. I was running toward a future I couldn't imagine, a future that began with a man I barely knew. My only family left. But the betrayal didn't stop there. Weeks later, David arrived at my uncle's, demanding I sign away my design rights, threatening to sue me for breach of partnership. Victoria emerged, displaying expertly faked emails framing me for industrial espionage. "Sign the papers, Sarah," Victoria hissed. "Or this gets leaked to every news outlet and the district attorney. Industrial espionage carries a hefty prison sentence." Just when I thought I was utterly trapped, two large men grabbed me. "Take her. We'll hold her somewhere she can have time to reconsider her position." I was thrown into a car, plunged into darkness. They weren't just destroying my career; they were taking my freedom. The cold isolation in their private facility was designed to break me, but it only fueled my rage. Victoria appeared, demanding I sign a confession, cementing their false narrative. "No," I defied. The guard tasered me. But the real breaking point came when Victoria, with chilling calm, slammed a heavy book onto my hand, twisting my fingers at unnatural angles. "Architects are nothing without their hands," she sneered. My scream echoed the agony and a new, burning hatred. They were celebrating their wedding in my designed atrium in two days, while I was imprisoned, crippled. They aimed to destroy me, but they had only forged me into something stronger. This was no longer about a career or a broken heart. This was about justice. This was war.
The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

The Ice Queen's Secret Superstar Husband

Katy Riddle was Hollywood’s untouchable "Ice Queen" and the secret wife of Oscar-winning Best Actor, Arther Knowles. To the world, they were distant. But in the shadows, she ran his most obsessive fan account under the alias 'Chi-Chi'. Her perfect double life shattered when a leaked Gala video went viral. The footage destroyed her cold persona, showing her staring at Arther with raw, starving adoration. But the real nightmare was the final frame. The camera zoomed in, exposing a frayed, black braided string bracelet hidden beneath her diamonds. Five years ago, as a nobody, she had dropped that exact handmade token at Arther's feet in a chaotic airport crowd. "Take it down! I refuse to look like a desperate groupie!" Katy screamed at her agent. She threw millions to aggressively scrub the video from the internet, terrified her husband would discover her pathetic secret and ruin their marriage of equals. Thinking she was safe, she wore a heavy disguise and sneaked into his exclusive fan meet. But when Arther walked on stage, her heart stopped. Tucked discreetly beneath his shirt, resting against his chest, was that exact same cheap black bracelet. Why was the Best Actor wearing a crazy fan's trash? Before she could process the shock, Arther's dark eyes bypassed the screaming crowd and locked directly onto her masked face. A slow, dangerously possessive smile spread across his lips, proving he already knew exactly who she was.
My Princess

My Princess

Adira Pratap Singh escaped with the help of her siblings, from her home searching for her elder sister's murderer Adam Sleeves in New York. She changed her looks, not to be noticed. Though people go with her average looks. Nevertheless, she is a beauty with a brain. Her loved ones call her Pari. She knows where to and how to spend money to keep it flowing. Khushi and Chavi are not her biological sisters, but she has a beautiful bond like sisters with her them. They are helping Adira to track down that psycho murderer with the latest technology and hacking systems. No one knows who is she. It's a secret. She is working with Lemaire Industries as a robotics expert. Ayden Lemaire, Multi Billionaire, CEO of Lemaire Industries and elder son of Vincent Lemaire. He is a Cold-hearted, Sharp Brain, Extraordinary Business Tycoon, Handsome Hunk every girl dream of, and the most eligible bachelor. Ayden thinks Beautiful girls don't have a brain. And Brainy girls are not beautiful. He doesn't have any girlfriends but flings. Ayden is getting feeling for Adira as well as Pari. He is confused, about what happens to him. What will happen when he got to know both the girls are the same and what's her real identity. Stay connected to know more. ************************************************** "Dear Adira, My baby girl please reveal your beautiful face," Adam demanded. He yelled, "Now, otherwise your beautiful friend has to pay for your stubborn behavior.". Adira nodded, and she cleaned her face. Everyone present in the room is astonished. Adam chuckled and pulled Khushi's hair "Baby Girl, You have grown up more beautiful. My goddess". Adira narrowed her eyes, not showing a single glance of nervousness "If you dare to damage a single strand of hair of her. You will lose me". Adam smirks "you dare to threaten me. You are not in a bargaining state baby girl". Adira crossed her hands under her breasts "I am. Try me". She holds a knife and gives a cut to her hand and moves it to her face. Adam's eyes are widened with shock. He yelled, "Stop. I will not touch her, but you have to come to me, baby girl". Adira nodded "I will". Copyright @Moniisha All Rights Reserved
Anna Smith: The Invisible Hunter

Anna Smith: The Invisible Hunter

Amelia Hayes Bishop had a perfect life: a successful career as an architect, a beautiful home, and a decade-long marriage to her college sweetheart, Ethan. Their upcoming weekend at their Galveston beach house was meant to reignite their flagging romance. But Amelia had secretly uncovered Ethan' s embezzlement of her family' s renovation funds and his affair with his ambitious PR assistant, Savi Carter. The true horror struck just before their trip, when Amelia overheard Ethan chillingly plot her "tragic accident" at sea to secure her inheritance. On the boat, amidst a manufactured squall, Ethan watched her succumb to the waves, making no move to save her. Washed ashore miles down the coast, Amelia discovered the world believed her dead, and Ethan, feigning grief, publicly painted her as unstable. Savi, his mistress, brazenly stood by his side as he swiftly moved to liquidate Amelia' s assets, erasing her very existence. How could the man she loved be so monstrous? How could he so expertly twist the narrative, making her the villain, while he and his mistress moved into her life, unburdened? The injustice burned, transforming her grief into a chilling, unbreakable rage. Recognizing the immediate danger of revealing herself, Amelia made a terrifying choice: she would remain "dead." Adopting a new identity, Anna Smith, she vowed to meticulously dismantle Ethan's empire from the shadows, returning only when his carefully constructed world was ready to crumble. This wasn't just survival; it was a resurrection fueled by a silent, deadly promise of reckoning.