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Reborn Without Sarah

Reborn Without Sarah

My wife, Sarah, always had a radiant smile, bright and flawless, just like the diamond necklace she wore. Everyone at the party, celebrating the pinnacle of my architectural career, saw us as the perfect couple, living in a stunning penthouse. But beneath the facade, a chilling rot was eating away at our foundation. Two weeks ago, hunting for a charging cable in Sarah' s car, I stumbled upon a burner phone. It lit up, revealing not just flirtatious texts, but explicit photos and mocking conversations between my beautiful wife and my ambitious mentee, Alex. They called me "The Old Man," a relic to be managed. The discovery was a physical blow, turning my decade-long marriage into a carefully constructed lie. Every shared glance, every subtle touch between them became a dagger. I saw Alex meticulously undermining me, charming clients, systematically taking over not just my marriage, but my entire company. The pain of betrayal was excruciating, but the calm that settled over me was even more terrifying. How could I have been so blind? How could the woman I built a life for, the man I trusted like a brother, conspire so intricately against me? The architect in me, trained to see structures and systems, knew one thing: this wasn't just an affair; it was a planned takeover. So, I gripped the cold metal railing of my penthouse balcony, the city lights blurring below. I wouldn't just leave. They wouldn't find me. I would disappear completely, to die and be reborn as someone else, someone who didn't remember the name Sarah. And my final design would be my escape.
Fighter and the Fae

Fighter and the Fae

Award-winning story! Calypso Fae is the acclaimed Fairy Godmother of events. Following a staged fan attack, while performing with the Ring Bella's Dance troupe, Caly is working to start over as a Miami event planner. Specializing in wedding planning, the shy southern belle struggles to find a happily ever after on her own. Wondering if her lifelong dream of the perfect wedding will be in the stars, Caly trades her own happiness to ensure other's event dreams come true. Two years following the attack that ended her dance career, Caly is confronted with the past once more. Hired to organize her best friend Roxy's wedding, a trip to Las Vegas has the potential to turn her life around, or set it in a whirlwind of chaos. The groom's best man is suspected to be involved in a humiliating event, linked to the incident that resulted in Caly's injuries. Reconnected with her former heartthrob, MMA fighter Thorn Prescot, there may be hope for her future as she learns to trust him once more. Secrets hidden in Thorn’s private life reveal that he is not the playboy Caly remembered him to be. The single father tries to set things right while fighting for his family’s future. Caly discovers there's more than meets the eye when she’s introduced to Thorn’s adorable daughter, Bella. Keeping his loved ones safe from the paparazzi, and his ex-wife’s greed has turned the fighters' life upside down. Two years of misunderstandings will be left behind when Caly steps up to help protect the child and find out the truth about her past.
A Devil Professor

A Devil Professor

OMG!!!!!!!! It's already 8 am. How could I miss my alarm today, seriously today! This is the day i have been eagerly waiting for. No i guess it's not only me. Almost all the girls in the university have been waiting for this day. You know why? Cause it's Thursday. Yes you are reading right. Just because today is THE THURSDAY! Thrusday means today is the class of my boyfriend. Ha ha just kidding, it's not my boyfriend but obviously the one i want as my husband. And he is Andreas Finley. The Most handsome species till now i have laid my eyes on. He is 28 years old, with a Greek god like perfect face with blue eyes, perfect height of 6.2, having a damn sexy body and with a devil like attitude with a never smiling stern face. There are rumours that he is worse than the devil and his profession as a professor is just to cover up his real business. Still i am not sure but may be it's true cause he takes only one class per week. Oh, how i wish he was only mine even though he is a devil or what not but it's not possible in this life time since there is a rumor that he is already married. So, what if he is already married, i can still have a good look at him without paying any tax. All the girls in university drool over him. I guess his wife is really the lucky one. If only i was his wife, Carsyn Andreas Finley, how pleasing it sounds to my ears! . ..... Oh no i am already late, i guess i am not going to get a seat in the first row. Oh god please make leo take the seat in first row. Leo, he is my best friend. That nerd boy alway comes first but if he is not going to get a seat in the first row, I'll surely kill him and then go to prison. **** Author This is going to be interesting. Will Carsyn davis be able to get the attention and love from the devil professor Andreas finley? If yes, how? And how will the devil react to carsyn's love? Will he love her? If yes , what about his wife? Has Andreas noticed her until now? if not how will things proceed from here?
The Ruthless Lawyer's Secret Baby Girl

The Ruthless Lawyer's Secret Baby Girl

I walked into the Manhattan law firm hoping for a lifeline to save me from a crumbling life, but I walked straight into a nightmare. The man sitting at the head of the mahogany table was Carlisle Bradford—the brilliant, ruthless attorney I had left six years ago, and the man I had spent every day since trying to forget. He didn't just recognize me; he took over my custody case with a chilling, predatory focus. He looked at my worn-out coat and my empty bank account with nothing but naked contempt, openly telling me he was only here to watch me lose everything, including my daughter, Clementine. I was trapped. He was the only one with the power to help, but he was also the one person who wanted to see me destroyed, believing I had traded our love for a billionaire’s fortune. The terror peaked when I realized the truth: Clementine has his eyes, his jawline, and the same stubborn spirit he once had. If he looks at her long enough, he won't just see a client's child—he'll see the secret I’ve been hiding for six years. I thought I could fire him and vanish, but after he found me drugged and vulnerable in his own hotel suite, the lines between lawyer and enemy blurred into something far more dangerous. I’m standing in his office now, ready to fight, but as he vows to destroy my husband and protect what he calls 'his,' I realize I’m no longer just running from a divorce. I’m running from the man who is about to discover he’s a father.
Divorce, Design, and True Freedom

Divorce, Design, and True Freedom

The scent of expensive perfume and cheap ambition hung heavy in our penthouse, a silent testament to David' s reign. He paraded aspiring influencers through our home like trophies, their bright young faces a constant reminder of the life he flaunted. I, Sarah Miller, the successful interior designer, was merely an accessory, observing from the periphery as he draped his arm around a blonde named Tiffany, asking me to help her pick a profile theme color. My reflection in the glass showed a stillness, a silent defiance to his polished, empty smile. Later, after the glitter and champagne spills were gone, he cornered me, not with affection, but with business: "We need to be more aggressive with fertility treatments. I' ve scheduled you a new consultation for Monday." Three years of invasive tests, painful injections, and crushing disappointment, now weaponized against me. Then came the ultimate blow: he wanted to use a surrogate, one of them, for his legacy, expecting me to manage it. The humiliation was a physical weight, pressing down on my chest as he pulled me into a hollow embrace, whispering, "You' re the only one I love, Sarah." The very next day, a new girl, Emily, was paraded through the penthouse, her wide, innocent eyes mocking my reality. He kissed her, deeply, passionately, right in front of me, then looked straight into my eyes before turning back to her with a whisper that made her giggle. That night, sitting in my design studio, the last piece of this life that was truly mine, I drew a line. A final, absolute line that would redefine everything.
His Blame, Her Liberation

His Blame, Her Liberation

The stench of stale beer and sweat hung heavy at the post-game party, a ghost from a life I thought was behind me. I stood in a quiet corner, trying to disappear as the music vibrated through the floor. My ex-boyfriend Liam' s best friend, Kevin, suddenly plowed through the crowd, his face stark with raw panic. "Ava! You have to help. They took him!" he screamed, his words a horrifying echo of a past I' d desperately tried to escape. He begged me to rescue Liam from the black van, reminding me of all the "stuff" my dad taught me. But in my first life, answering that call plunged me into a thirty-year nightmare: a soul-crushing marriage to a man who resented me, a daughter who mirrored his coldness, and ultimately, a lonely death while they escaped. This time, I just told him to call the police. Liam' s heroic football career ended that night with a shattered leg and a lost scholarship, and I became the town's despised "ice queen." When he, also reborn, confronted me, his fury was absolute – blaming me for every consequence of my choice to save myself. And his toxic girlfriend, Jess, ensured his family's utter ruin, leading to his mother's heart attack. How could I be the villain for choosing to live, for refusing to be dragged back into a miserable existence by the very man who once condemned me to a lonely death? The sheer entitlement of his blame, even after he remembered our shared, horrible future, made my blood run cold. Was I truly bound to others' expectations, forever a cage to myself? But when a broken, desperate Liam finally appeared on my doorstep, not asking for himself, but tearfully begging me to save his innocent parents from Jess' s destructive spiral, I knew my past wouldn't fully release me until I severed the deepest, most toxic ties – even if it meant one last, dangerous confrontation to finally claim my own peace and freedom.