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The Man Who Faked His Own Death

The Man Who Faked His Own Death

The sterile white walls of the hospital room were my first sight, a blinding canvas reflecting the nothingness inside me. Just days ago, I was Scarlett, a nurse, a wife; now, I was a widow, grieving the hero firefighter who died saving me from our burning home. My childhood friend, Liam, found me after my desperate attempt to escape the crushing silence left behind, dragging me back to a life I didn't want. As I struggled for water, voices drifted from the hall-Mark, my husband' s colleague, and then him. "You're a lucky bastard," Mark chuckled. "A hero's funeral, the whole nine yards." "It was a lot of work," came the casual reply. "Had to make sure the dental records were switched, get the right uniform on the dummy. The gas line explosion covered the rest." It was Ryan. My dead husband. Alive. My breath hitched as I heard him dismiss my suicide attempt as "unfortunate" before explaining his elaborately faked death: it was all to leave me for Ava, his brother's widow. The man I died for, the hero I mourned, was a liar, a coward, who hadn't saved me from a fire but thrown me into one. My love curdled into scorching betrayal. He didn't just abandon me; he erased me, making my deep grief seem like a pathetic joke. In the shattering silence, as Liam, with his kind, honest eyes, rushed to my side, a wild, desperate idea ignited in the ruins of my heart. "Liam," I rasped, "do you remember what you asked me, a long time ago, under the old oak tree by the lake?" "Is the offer still on the table?" I asked, looking directly at the man who had always been my anchor. This wasn't about love. It was about pure, unadulterated defiance. This was about proving that the old Scarlett was dead, but a new, unbreakable woman had risen from the ashes he left behind. I would not be his victim. I would live, and I would erase every last trace of Ryan Miller from my life.
The Sealed Secret

The Sealed Secret

Yetunde, an orphan was fortunate to meet Segun the bonfire son of a former Minister of the Federal Republic of Nigeria. A highly notable, notorious, respected, prominent, wealthy politician based in the ancient city of Ibadan. The unserious love-affairs that transparent between Segun and Yetunde became a reality eventually. The desperate lad of rich politician trickily trapped Yetunde in love and deveined her on the first day of visitation as guest with a ticket for regrets. Meanwhile, Segun's father could not hold back his passionate affection for Yetunde, a pretty innocent undergraduate in one of the foremost Nigeria University. A good breeding is not pursuable. Yetunde was raped by Segun's father with the promise of inflicting care if the secret could be a sealed deal forever! What a great taboo and heinous crime? Both the father and son are eating inside the same soup pot of love unknowingly. Unfortunately, Yetunde got pregnant by the politician but the bargain hooked Segun to be held responsible instead. Eventually, Yetunde gave birth to Junior for Segun that resembled the father in-law like a duplicate. Thereafter, she was dashed with #100 Million Naira cash-gifts for hiding the truth against all odds and suspicions. Meanwhile, if the garments on masquerade caught fire; face of the image inside will be identified. Although it may take time, the photographer will one day present the picture of captured images taken with the camera! For how long will The Sealed Secret remain intact and unexposed as promised by Yetunde? When the forest of terror is set-ablaze; lion must not stay inside the den as the king. Really, you are about to unveil one of the most complicated life experience. How Yetunde kept the solemn promise is the pad upon which the tale in The Sealed Secret rests.
Miss Rose

Miss Rose

Blurb: They said true love often begins with truth, trust or tragedy and sometimes it doesn't end in "happily ever after" But what matters is the moments and memories, just like Rose Louis a 27 years old woman who was faced with the hard part of life when she finds out that her husband was having an affair with her cousin sister, faced with the brutal betrayal she's also forced to prove herself innocent when both her husband and cousin sister was found dead in a car, with no one to believe her story, when no evidence was found against her she was released yet guilty in her eyes of her loved ones, Rose bravely decides to forge a new path in sunny California. Landing a position at a prestigious wine-making company, she seems poised for a fresh start, even if love isn't on her agenda. A person can never guarantee what might happen next, especially when Rose crosses paths with Dennis Anderson, a 21-year-old boy whose father is the owner of Rose's company. Being an angry young man, Dennis always resorted to violence and alcohol to erase the painful memories of being molested by his uncle at the age of 7 years. Still, things were about to change with Rose in the picture now. Will she be able to help Dennis let go of his past? What will happen when the Anderson family tries to tear them apart? Perhaps they could stand firm and help each other move forward? How will she manage her future with an unresolved past?
Bad Boy's Good Baby

Bad Boy's Good Baby

Meet Summer Wilder,,A Computer Science Student in Stanford University She's not the hot type,neither is she a nerd. You know those unpopular and lonely college students who have few friends,, always studying hard just to pass their exams and get out of school? Those good girls who will never act bitchy, who will never think of crushing or ever falling in love with some random dude. The type of girls who doesn't attend parties neither will they have a taste of alcohol Those type who always like the gentle boys and will detest the bad boy and hottest boy who every girl in school is ready to die for? The type who doesn't care about looking sexy like other girls in school The type who love walking alone rather than having crews That's exactly what she is Just a random, usual and unpopular college girl😍 . . And then we have Robert Kingsley, popularly called King. The school bad boy,, the hottest and most popular guy in STANFORD UNIVERSITY alongside with his two friends He's a complete bad boy,,he smokes,drinks,hardly attend lectures,, Mere looking at him,one could tell exactly what he is,, He's handsome, and have everything any girl will ever wish for. But he's a Playboy, have no time for love, go for anything under skirt. If you ever try to fall in love with King,then you're a goner coz he's going to leave you with a crazy hangover. He believe he's every girl's dream, he believe he can f**k any girl even without asking. But then he realized he haven't had any chance with just one girl,,, And he sworn to get into her p@nt to complete his game. .. . . Do you think he's going to succeed?
His Dutiful Wife, His Undeniable Love

His Dutiful Wife, His Undeniable Love

The familiar scent of Texas dust welcomed me home after weeks on a sold-out tour, but my mother's strained smile hinted at trouble. Over chicken-fried steak, she dropped a bombshell: an arranged marriage. Not in some period drama, but right here in the 21st century, between me, Ava Monroe, a musician building her own destiny, and Liam Sterling, the grandson of a man my father saved. It was a life-debt, a "gentleman's agreement" from before I was born, now pushed forward by a dying patriarch. I was blindsided, reeling from the archaic notion. This wasn't some fantasy; it was a contract, turning my life into a political maneuver for family honor. The agreement had a cruel twist: it only stood if I wasn't "seriously involved" with anyone. My single status, a consequence of artistic devotion, suddenly trapped me. They rushed the wedding, leaving me married to a handsome stranger who was meticulous, practical, and almost unsettlingly stoic. He treated me with perfect respect, yet his emotional distance left me feeling like a beautiful, but hollow, exhibit in his immaculate penthouse. Then came Victoria. Liam' s long-time, sophisticated pursuer, who saw me as an obstacle and made it clear I was an unwanted intrusion. A seed of raw jealousy took root, twisting my stomach. Was I just fulfilling a duty? Was he secretly longing for someone from his own world, someone who understood his life without constant explanation? Did he even want me, or was I just the inconvenient fulfillment of an ancient pact? I ran. But as I stood on the edge of a bridge, terrified before a charity bungee jump for all the world to see, facing a very real fear, a single thought consumed me. I desperately wished for Liam. And he appeared. He found me, just when I needed him most, pulling me into a fierce, possessive kiss. "I was jealous," he growled. That simple, honest confession shattered every barrier. He chose me. He always chose me. Amidst the chaos of my public life, my arranged marriage was finally becoming a love story, a destiny I was ready to embrace.
The Substitute Wife's Revenge

The Substitute Wife's Revenge

"I' m sorry, Ms. Davies, but there seems to be a problem." The government clerk's words hit me like a physical blow. Liam and I were so excited, registering our baby' s birth early, making it all feel real. Then she said it: "Mr. Liam O' Connell is already married. His marriage to a Ms. Sienna Reed was registered six months ago." My world shattered. Married? To someone else? My cherished marriage certificate was a fake. The man who' d told me he' d searched for me every day during my year-long amnesia, the man who swore he only waited for me, had found a replacement. He had looked me in the eye and lied. Returning home, I found her clothes in his closet, her bracelet in his jewelry box. Then, I heard his voice, soft and intimate on the phone, telling 'her' I suspected nothing. "She' s just… a substitute. A shadow. She looks like you, that' s all." A wave of nausea washed over me, mixing with the sharp pain of my pregnancy apps notifications. He said he was off to a crisis in Chicago, but I drove to the luxury condo he' d once mentioned. There, I watched him kiss Sienna, a deep, passionate embrace he hadn't given me in months. This wasn't just cheating; this was a deliberate, long-term deception orchestrated for my family's money. All the while, my baby, our baby, was growing inside me, tainted by his lies. The man I loved saw me as nothing but a means to an end. My heart breaking, I was left to wonder: how could I have been so blind? What kind of monster had I loved?