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The Neglected Wife's Spectacular Artistic Comeback

The Neglected Wife's Spectacular Artistic Comeback

Kaitlynn cut her business trip short to surprise her husband for their third wedding anniversary. But when she quietly entered their apartment, she found him intimately stroking his secretary's hair. He had completely forgotten their special day, yet his secretary remembered. To make amends, he forced an awkward anniversary dinner for three. There, the secretary deliberately ate a dish she was severely allergic to. Julian immediately rushed the other woman to the hospital and publicly screamed at Kaitlynn for trying to poison her. The nightmare only escalated from there. Her mother-in-law used the incident to threaten her, demanding she produce a Sinclair heir within a year or be thrown out, brutally triggering Kaitlynn's past trauma. Julian then threw a fake surprise party just to assert his dominance. He refused to kiss Kaitlynn in front of their friends, all while wearing the secretary's bright red lipstick on his collar. When a drunk man physically attacked Kaitlynn on the terrace, Julian completely ignored her safety. But minutes later, he started a bloody, violent brawl when the same man simply insulted his secretary. Kaitlynn was suffocating. She couldn't understand how three years of devoted marriage could be so easily discarded for his flimsy excuse of professional responsibility. When she finally tested him by suggesting they have a child, the sheer, undeniable disgust on his face killed whatever love she had left. Sitting shattered in the dark, her phone suddenly lit up with an email from her old design school. "To our distinguished alumna, Ms. Kaitlynn Monroe." Not Mrs. Sinclair. Looking at her maiden name, Kaitlynn made her decision. It was time to leave this toxic family and reclaim the brilliant life she had left behind.
The Werewolf I Love

The Werewolf I Love

A girl who sees too much. A boy who hides what he is. A secret that could burn both their worlds down. In the heart of the city, eighteen-year-old Ivy is a ghost. Reserved and misunderstood, she finds her only escape in her sketchbook. Hoping to pull her out of her shell, her parents move her to a remote cabin in the North Woods-a place where the silence is heavy and the shadows seem to move. Deep in those woods, Ivy witnesses the impossible: a boy named Silas shattering and reforming into a massive, charcoal wolf. Silas is a prince of a hidden world, bound by ancient laws to keep his kind a secret from "the hairless ones." But he is a rebel, drawn to the human world, and when he saves Ivy from a lethal bear attack, the thin veil between their lives vanishes. As Ivy's parents unknowingly welcome the predator into their home to heal, a forbidden bond forms-one that defies the laws of the pack and the logic of the human world. But the woods have ears. Silas's father, the ruthless Alpha, smells the human scent on his son's skin, and the pack is closing in to "clear" the threat. To protect the girl he loves, Silas must challenge the Alpha in a brutal duel for the right to be free. But even if he wins, a new shadow is rising. Men with scanners and tactical gear are moving into the forest, and they aren't looking for a story-they're looking for a specimen. The hunt has begun. And this time, there is nowhere left to hide.
YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

YOU WILL NEVER BE MY GOD, FELIX.

Trigger warning: This novel might give you chills towards the ending. There are not too serious bloody scenes and violence. What is obsession? Am I obsessed? At first, I was just his substitute, then I became his real bride, then the supposed real bride returned, and I was kidnapped, tortured, and forced to divorce. Then I committed suicide because I couldn't handle it, but I didn't fucking die. Then I became a stalker of my ex-husband, who barely remembers me because I was declared dead by the world, and my face got melted down when the supposed real fucking bride poured acid on me, so I had a surgery that changed my whole face and my entire identity. Then I started working for him again under a new identity and a freaking irresistible new face, and he fell in love with the new me, yet still traumatized by the old me, so I had to reveal to him that I was the same person. He was happy and relieved, but the world wasn't. We were chewed on, spat out, and stepped on, yet we didn't stay away. Then he was fired from his company by his grandmother, who suddenly announced she had adopted a new son who would take over the company. We were already broken when I was kidnapped again, and bombs were planted on me. I thought I would die, but we were able to defuse the bomb and escape, and we really thought the horror was over until we were shot in the head by God knows who. Then we survived the tragic gunshot incident, his surgery was successful, but mine wasn't, so I forgot everything about him and was forbidden to remember because a damn bullet is stuck in my head like a time bomb that could kill me if it moves to a sensitive part of my brain. Then suddenly, he was on the TV, framed for murder. I couldn't hold back, I found myself in prison fighting for him with a gun in my hand, and somehow ended up in a coma, because the damn bullet in my head shifted... to the wrong direction. Then, in between this chaos, the doctor announced I was pregnant.
A LOVE SO DIFFERENT

A LOVE SO DIFFERENT

The feeling of being betrayed comes with a price, a huge fear to love again, but is it all worth it? Is the risk worth taking?. Jessica Miller, an independent doctor yet an orphan, finds herself in a mess after losing her fiancée to her best friend. With rage, she ran out, drenched by the rain, only to find that a bloody stranger needed her help. She learned to find love again through him and learned to forget her pain, but what happens when she finds out she is pregnant for him, and that bloody stranger is no other than the mafia Lord of New York City. Is he willing to protect her, not minding his status? Or is she willing to take the next step? Find out on HIS SINISTER LOVE. _____________________________ CHAPTER ONE Pain, it's all Jessica Miller could feel as she walked through the rain-drenched. Painful memories kept flashing, and she let out a scream as she fell to the ground. " Should I end it?" "What is there to leave for?" She was confused and hurt as she stood up walking towards the bridge. She blamed her mom and dad for leaving her. ^Don't worry, your daughter will be United to you again," she whispered as if those words would encourage her. Now, she finally understood why dealing with the feeling of betrayal was difficult. If she could, she would have pulled her hair off but couldn't. So instead, she stood there staring out the water. A FEW HOURS AGO. "Jane, what do you think I should get for George?" Jessica asked excitedly. There will be an engagement party three days from now, and she can't wait. " You know our engagement is coming soon", Jessica added. On the other hand, her friends were texting someone, not feeling bothered with what Jessica was saying, she signed at her friend's hopeless situation. " You know, you won't find a man by looking at your phone all the time, there are many hot and single guys here, and you are missing out", she commented. She wasn't bothered, for the past few days, Jane has always been with her phone, she was going to continue shopping when she saw her phone beeping. There was an emergency surgery that needed her help. So before leaving the hospital, she instructed her staff to make sure they only called her for emergencies. "Ohh", she groaned, stamping her feet like a baby throwing a tantrum over a candy. "What?" Jane asked as the noise caught her attention, finally looking at her friend for the first time since they got here. "I'm going to miss tonight's dinner date with George. There is an emergency at work", she explained with great disappointment. She knew George wouldn't like this, he always complained about this, yet he knew she would understand, as she is earning for both of them. Moreover, George didn't work, yet she wouldn't complain cause he would prepare dinner before she returned home, and besides that, he was sweet and supportive. "This is not the first time you stood him up, Jessi, love, don't worry, he would understand, " Jane said, looking back at her phone, smiling, yep, the only thing she knew was her phone. " Ok, I guess I will leave then. Would you please help me call and explain things to him," Jessica instructed as she walked down the hallway leading to the parking lot? Then, she entered her car and drove off. Becca welcomed her at the moment she stepped in." Becca, are you alright" Jessica asked, worrying about her pale face. " Yes, ma", she answered stammering, it was unusual for her to stammer, causing Jessica to get concerned the most. "Sorry, Ma, but it was a false alarm ", Becca blunted out, closing her eyes not to see Jessica's reaction. "It's what? "Jessica asked, as she had just canceled her dinner date with George. Seeing the look on Becca's face made her calm down. Besides, it wasn't her first time getting a false alarm or an unrelated case, but she still comes to make sure nothing goes wrong, and if she looks at the bright side of things, she can finally go back to George. Maybe buy dinner on the way, since it was too late to cook. Becca answered with a nod, "ok, just call me whenever there is a real emergency this time", she said, leaving. She stopped at an eatery and ordered well-packaged food for her. She happily hummed as she drove, singing out loud as the music on the radio got the chorus. It was a love song, one she knew by heart. Getting to George home, she saw he had company with the extra female shoes outside. It must be Jane shoes, as it looks exactly like the pair Jane wore, "oh well, they will both have dinner together", she thought, this wasn't the first time, maybe Jane wanted to stay over, she added. Getting in, a trail of clothes welcomed her, and Jane and George were on the floor. She tried coming up with excuses, but she knew she could not lie to herself anymore. Finally, the trail of clothes ended in George's room. She swallowed nervously as she opened the door. Waving off, the pain hit her as she saw her best friend making out with her fiance. The bags dropped from her hands, drawing
The Scent of Betrayal, A New Path

The Scent of Betrayal, A New Path

My life with Isabella was a dream, a meticulously crafted illusion of love and partnership, sealed with a unique cologne she commissioned for me. Then, one Tuesday morning, that perfect scent, our scent, suddenly made her flinch. She claimed an allergy, dismissed it as "too strong," and I, a fool for her comfort, stopped wearing it. A week later, I found her clutching a worn hoodie in our laundry room, reeking of cheap deodorant and unfamiliar youth. Her casual dismissal, "It' s Ethan' s. He' s that new intern I' m mentoring," struck a chilling chord. The way she spoke of him, the hunger in her eyes I hadn' t seen in years, the word she used- "nurturing" -echoed a past life, a forgotten version of us. I tried to confront her, publicly, thinking our history meant something. I was brutally wrong. She offered to buy me out with pennies from our pre-nuptial agreement, then surgically sabotaged my Wall Street career, ruining me financially. When I had nothing left, she showed her true monstrosity: she kidnapped my kind, loving parents, tying them up in a dark warehouse. Her demand was simple: sign the divorce papers, sign away everything, and they would live. I signed. The next day, the warehouse exploded. "A gas leak," the police report said. I knew it wasn' t. I stood on the edge of my office building, ready to end it all, when I woke up. I was in my bed, sunlight streaming through the window, my phone buzzing. The date on the screen was the day I first heard the name Ethan Cole. This was no longer about love or reconciliation. This was about survival. This time, there would be no confrontation. This time, I would just disappear. But first, I had to save the only people who mattered. "Dad?" I said, my voice thick with emotion. "Listen to me very carefully. I need you and Mom to pack a bag. I' m booking you a flight. I want you to go on that world cruise you' ve always talked about. Tonight."
29 Days With The Devil's Son

29 Days With The Devil's Son

"Arthur! Arthur! Please come back!" Ava said within, but as usual; Arthur heard her. She begin to cry, and instead of tears to come out, it was blood. " Your Majesty!" Ira said and bowed slightly. " What is happening to her? Are you going to stand there without doing anything? Or do you want me to lose my mind?" He roared. " No your Majesty! Right away!" Ira said and hurried to the door. He opened it and walked out, rushing to his room. Arthur unfold his hand gently, and wiped off the sweat from his forehead. Then turned to Ava. His popped out of it socket at the sight he beheld again. There's blood all over Ava's face, and she's trying to move her hand. Arthur rushed to her and grabbed her hands. " Ava!! Ava!" He called repeatedly, but she couldn't answer, because she didn't hear him. But she felt his touch, and was able to speak in her mind. " Is that you your Majesty? Are you back?" She asked, but Arthur was too shock to say anything. He used his hand and wiped off the blood from her face, but surprisingly; as he did that, Ava's fleshed peeled off. " Huh!" Arthur blurt out in shock, and shifted away a bit. " Who are you?" Ava said within. " It's me, can you hear me Ava? Ava!!" He called, but he didn't reply. " What's going on?" Arthur said within and tears slipped out from his eyes again. Ava Robertson is a lady of 22 years old, who was forced into a contract by her Aunt, since she wasn't able to pay her the debt she owned her. Ava sign the contract successfully, and left with the man, unknown to her that he's the son of the devil. Her life wasn't the same anymore when she got there. It's all pain and misery. Enemies surrounded her like flocks, but there seems to be no way for escape.