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Bound By Fate: The CEO's Reborn Bride

Bound By Fate: The CEO's Reborn Bride

Chloe Beaumont thought she had a perfect life, until she woke up tied to a metal chair in a freezing warehouse. A hitman forced her to watch a live stream of a lavish wedding, where the groom was her fiancé, Braden, and the bride was her beloved stepsister, June. Through the screen, Braden coldly revealed their master plan. He had never loved Chloe; he only wanted her wealth and connections, while June was always his true prize. They had framed Chloe for insider trading to destroy her reputation and steal her company for pennies on the dollar. To add to the ultimate betrayal, June was already pregnant with Braden's child. "Finish her, and make sure it's clean." Braden ordered over the phone, claiming her worthless life was their final wedding gift. As the hitman plunged a knife into her heart, Chloe's despair morphed into pure, all-consuming hatred. How could the two people she trusted most build a perfect life entirely on top of her grave? Why had she been so blindly foolish to dismiss all their lies and coincidences as paranoia? Opening her eyes again, the agonizing pain and the grimy warehouse were completely gone. She was sitting in a luxurious hotel suite, dressed in expensive silk pajamas. It was exactly six years in the past, on the morning of her arranged wedding to the feared billionaire Damian Montgomery. This was the exact day June had tricked her into jilting Damian at the altar to run away with Braden. This time, Chloe smiled coldly, ready to walk down the aisle and drag her betrayers into an ocean of despair.
The Husband She Left For A Call

The Husband She Left For A Call

For five years, I, Ethan Miller, was the steady anchor in Sarah's life, a well of quiet devotion for a love she never truly reciprocated. Our marriage was a beautiful, empty shell, and I, her husband, felt increasingly like a ghost she barely saw. Then Mark Vance, her college flame and unaddressed obsession, reappeared. The facade swiftly crumbled. My gut clenched discovering her hidden shrine of his photos, and watching her eyes sparkle for him, while for me, they were always flat. The final, devastating blow came with finding a positive pregnancy test – and Mark's intimate email to her, discussing "our baby" and a shared future. My wife was pregnant with his child, right there in our home, and he was claiming paternity. The humiliations piled on: she introduced me to Mark as someone who "helps with things," ditched my award ceremony for his event, and callously abandoned me in a hospital bed for his phone call. My life, my very existence, was systematically erased from her world, replaced by him. How could she be so oblivious, so savagely dismissive of the man who had poured his soul into making her happy? The silent anger gnawed at me, a cold, hard certainty solidifying deep within. This was no longer just grief; it was a profound disgust for the sheer scale of her betrayal. So, while she was busy celebrating her engagement to Mark—on our fifth wedding anniversary, no less—I sent her a video. In it, I calmly laid out every lie, every deception, every cruel slight. Attached was the signed, finalized divorce decree. Our cooling-off period was over. Our marriage was a relic. I was done. And I was leaving.
MARRIED TO THE BLOOD KING

MARRIED TO THE BLOOD KING

After he lost his throne to the hands of his younger brother, Reginald is banished from the vampire kingdom, never to return, and sent to the human realm. He stumbles upon Hezab, and due to his thirst to rule and conquer, he devises a plan along with traitors from the royal family, to take over Hezab and rule for himself. He enters the palace and killed  the present King and some of his children, forcing the rest to escape for their life and go into hiding along with his wife, but before she left, being a powerful witch, she laid a curse on him and his generations to come for destroying her home and killing her loved ones, then she went into hiding never to be seen again. Reginald toiled all the earth trying to find her to reverse the curse but she could not be found. A curse of blood, a curse of death and bad luck, a curses passed to all his bloodline. Many years later : After losing her mother, Astriana felt she had no hope left for her, as he mother was the closet thing she had in life, later she found out her mother was murdered by a vampire, and she vowed to her mother's grave to kol any vampire she comes in contact with, being forced into marriage with the king of Hezab whom she had never meet, but had only ever heard his name of him being ruthless and heartless "THE BLOOD KING" or so they call him. What happens when she finds out the true reason why he married her, and the truth about what he is ? As she finds out she is his... *************************************************** Are you a virgin" he asked me, as l felt his hot breath fan my face, and I looked up to see his bright green eyes staring directly at my face with an emotion I can't dispere. I shivered when I felt his hands move upward my bare thighs, as my hands trembled unconsciously, and I clenched my fist together tightly to avoid showing any emotion to his touch. "because if you are not, I will send your disambered body to the front gate of your brother's palace, I don't like used goods" he said as his nose trickled my neck, while his hands pressed down on my legs in a tight grip, as his eyes roamed round my body. "I am" I stuttered as I tried to keep my voice and emotions abay, which I am obviously doing a terrible work at. " Good" he said, as he .......
The Marriage Proposal

The Marriage Proposal

🔶Blurb 🔶 What will you do when you are in power?? When the world can fall under your feet because of the authority you possessed.. For me? I will take that opportunity and sought for more power but did you know what Andrew William did? He feeds and ripped off from the poor ones who had nothing as material things to offer to him but prefer to get something valuable from the poor people's life. Meet Andrew William.. A filthy rich 31 years old billionaire and a business tycoon who can get whatever he wants with just words from his mouth,, Cruel, arrogant, wicked, proud.. any bad words could describe him. He is the type of man who sleeps with women, womanizing with them.. He is powerful, have connections and people fall and beg for mercy at his feet when he is offended.. Also, meet Rose Walter, a 29 years old stubborn but easy going lady who works as a waitress in a famous bar in Los Angeles Rose's parents were in big debt in the hands of Andrew William. They were loaned a huge sum amount of money but couldn't pay back cos their status. Months passed,, and Andrew William requested for their most cherished daughter, but this time he couldn't get what he wants,, Rose denied his proposal even after being convinced by his parents. Rose has a one sided love to his biggest rival and enemy, Robert suntherland, a gang leader of the most notorious gang in the city,, the cops dare not bring him to book. They were being feared and avoided. Robert who is a dangerous gang leader and is known to work for high classes and politicians kills and assassinate people.. He takes nothing for granted but has a weak spot.. he get to fall in love with women easily. He suddenly died one sunny morning. What killed him has been a mystery to everyone in the city.. ******* But can Andrew get his hands on Rose Walter?? Robert's betrothed lover? Will rose accept his marriage proposal? What and who killed Robert suntherland? Let's find out.
From Disappointment to Destiny

From Disappointment to Destiny

The promotion letter for the head of the German division lay heavy in my hand. It was the job I' d always wanted, the future I' d painstakingly built, but I' d turned it down a year ago. "Don' t go, Ethan," Olivia had pleaded, her eyes filled with tears. "I need you here." So, I stayed, sacrificing my career, taking a lesser role to support her dreams, to be her stable foundation. Tonight was my 25th birthday, a simple steak dinner I' d cooked. The second plate sat empty. Olivia had texted hours ago: "Something came up with my study group. Will be a little late." I scrolled through social media, a habit born of waiting. Then I saw it: Alex Stone, Olivia' s younger colleague, his arm wrapped tightly around her at a loud, crowded bar. They were beaming, heads together, Olivia holding a colorful cocktail, not a textbook. The caption read: "Celebrating with the best." The air left my lungs. It wasn't just the picture; it was the casual intimacy, the audacious lie. A celebration. On my birthday. A sharp, cold feeling spread through my chest, a feeling I had ignored for too long. I remembered every sacrifice: selling my classic car for her tuition, sleepless nights proofreading her papers while she was out with "friends from class," driving hours in a snowstorm to fix her flat tire, only to be chastised for being late. I had given and given, believing that was love, building my world around her. But she was building a separate one without me. The pain was immense, but beneath it, something hard and resolute stirred. I had been patient. I had been loyal. I had been a fool. The unlit candle on the cake, a symbol of a celebration that never happened, haunted me. I didn't light it. I simply leaned forward and blew, extinguishing a flame that was never truly there. The silent puff of air in my mind was a roar. The decision was made, not in anger, but in the desolate quiet of profound disappointment. I was done. I picked up the promotion letter again. This time, it wasn't a sacrifice; it was an escape. I opened my laptop, pulled up my email, and wrote a short, direct message. A new chapter was about to begin, alone.
When Love Became Cold Abandonment

When Love Became Cold Abandonment

The phone call came on a Tuesday, a regular day until the private investigator' s flat voice delivered news that shattered my world: "Sarah, I found him. He' s alive." Three years of grieving for my presumed dead husband, a Navy SEAL, ended with that devastating revelation. But the real blow came next: he was living in Oregon with another woman, his estranged sister Lisa, who was now the beneficiary of his life insurance, a change made just a week before his disappearance. This wasn' t a rescue; it was a betrayal, a meticulously planned abandonment. I drove six hours to a quiet town, finding him on a porch swing, relaxed and healthy, with Lisa beside him, very pregnant. The sight broke something in me, dissolving any lingering hope. When I confronted him, his guilt and fear were clear, yet he offered hollow excuses about protecting Lisa and obligations. My anger and pain erupted; I hit him, screaming about selling our house to fund the search, losing everything while he played house. Lisa screamed about her baby, and I froze, seeing her pregnant belly-the ultimate betrayal. He couldn' t deny it; he nodded, confirming their child. The man I married, the hero, was now a coward who looked at me with cold abandonment. The fight drained, leaving a cold void. I demanded the insurance money, a bitter exchange for my wasted life, and walked away, a stranger to the man I once loved. The man I knew was dead to me. I flew to a new country, seeking a new life away from the ruins of my past. But the phone rang. It was his voice, hesitant, then full of doting tenderness for Lisa and their baby, a love he once reserved for me. He asked if I got the money, then promised to "make things right" once Lisa was settled. My voice dripped with contempt as I told him not to bother and hung up. His new happiness was a physical pain, a cruel reminder of all I' d lost, including our own baby, conceived before his disappearance and lost to the stress of searching for him-a fact he never knew, and would never know. I knelt by our child's unmarked grave, vowing he deserved to pay.