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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.
The Unwanted Husband's Revenge

The Unwanted Husband's Revenge

My wife, Sarah, always craved something louder, something more, unlike my quiet integrity. She'd called me to a Boston steakhouse, claiming a critical deal for her family's company, Ross & Sons. But the meeting quickly devolved into a predatory ambush, led by the infamous corporate raider, Vic Sterling. When I pointed out the deal's fatal flaws, Mark Jenkins, Sarah's COO, called her, and her voice, impatient and dismissive, echoed through the phone: "Alex, just stop creating problems. Let the professionals handle it. Don't ruin this for us." Sterling, appearing like a predator, then openly mocked me, calling me "the anchor" and a "relic" while Davies, his accomplice, snickered. The ultimate betrayal came when Sarah herself walked in, ignoring my warnings, and with a star-struck smile, publicly announced, "Our marriage... it's run its course. I'm choosing a future with Vic. Professionally, and personally." They snickered and pushed divorce papers towards me, ready to discard me and our shared legacy like yesterday's trash. The humiliation burned, a bitter taste, as they mistook my quiet nature for weakness, and my principled stand for a lack of ambition. They boasted of their boundless power, completely unaware of the true, silent influence I possessed, built on generations of uncompromising integrity. My patience had reached its limit. With a calm hand, I signed the divorce papers, then reached for my phone, meticulously dialing a number that would shatter their carefully constructed illusion of invincibility.
Substitute Bride: My Fake Blind Husband

Substitute Bride: My Fake Blind Husband

The Turner family was on the brink of absolute bankruptcy. To wipe their debts clean, they agreed to marry a daughter to Donovan Carlisle, the notorious, blind, and disabled heir of the Carlisle Group. But the biological daughter, Karyn, threw a hysterical fit, screaming she would never marry a cripple. So, the parents turned their cold, calculating eyes to their adopted daughter, Chloe. They knew Chloe had a neurodevelopmental disorder. They knew she was simple. Yet, without a second thought, they dressed her in oversized, childish rags and threw her into the Carlisle estate as a sacrificial lamb. Before she left, they tested her intelligence one last time with a one-dollar and a hundred-dollar bill, exchanging smug smiles when she happily chose the smaller note. They thought they were sending a broken toy to a useless man. They didn't know that Chloe had been faking her simplicity for years just to survive their cruelty. Behind the mask of an idiot child clutching a teddy bear was "Shadow," a ruthless, anonymous Wall Street genius. She planned to use this marriage as her perfect cover to strip the Turners of everything and build her own empire behind the back of a blind husband. But on her wedding night, when she entered the master suite, Donovan didn't stumble. He grabbed her chin with deadly accuracy, his eyes sharp behind his dark glasses. "You're lying," he whispered. Her blind husband could see perfectly fine. And the ultimate game of deception had just begun.
A lifetime worth of love

A lifetime worth of love

When Emily's little brother falls ill, and suffers a severe heart attack, Emily has to work 2 jobs to foot the medical bills and cater for her family. With her father dead, she has just her mom and her 2 siblings as her only family left, now one of her loved ones is suffering from the same attack that killed her father. She's on the search for a third job since her brother will have to undergo surgery. * * * * Young, arrogant and strikingly handsome Zach Mills has two years to find a wife for himself to inherit his grandfather's business. Everyone sees him as nothing but a rude CEO and straight forward businessman who has no love in him. But deep down, Zach possesses a special love which he has and shares with his family and his daughter, especially. But in order for him to inherit the family business, he'll have to find a woman and marry as soon as possible, else he'd lose his right to the family business * * * * Emily can't handle Zach's attitude, and after their first meeting, they link up and now he's asking her to sign a contract marriage at the expense of her brother's treatment being covered by him. Now she has to make the tough choice of signing a contract Marriage with a man she has only met once in her life or her brother being brought back to his perfect health. Will two years be enough for the two to understand their differences and live a life filled with love? To Emily, it's just two years, enough for her to enter the marriage and come out unscathed with her little brother hale and hearty, or so she thought?.
Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

Escaping The Ruthless CEO With My Baby

I held the positive pregnancy report, hoping it would finally bring a trace of warmth to my cold, transactional marriage with Aloysius Lawson. Instead, he didn't even glance at it. He slid a medical consent form across his massive desk and coldly ordered me to abort the baby. His sister Eloisa's leukemia had relapsed. She needed a bone marrow transplant, and I was the only match. He accused me of carrying another man's bastard, completely denying the one chaotic night we actually spent together. When I desperately sought help from my childhood friend Julian at a gala, he publicly humiliated me, terrified of my husband's wrath. Aloysius's mistress mocked me in front of the elite crowd, while my own mother begged me to save our family's failing company, oblivious that the price was my baby's life. Aloysius dragged me home, bruising my arms, and threatened to destroy anyone who dared to help me. I begged him, offering to wait three weeks for a DNA test to prove the child was his true heir. "Why would I wait three weeks?" he sneered, his eyes devoid of humanity. "Eloisa doesn't have three weeks. It has to go." I was entirely alone, treated as nothing more than a blood bag and a pawn. Why was my flesh and blood worth absolutely nothing to them? Sitting in the sterile room of the private abortion clinic, holding the flimsy blue scrubs he forced me to wear, my despair finally hardened into pure rage. When the nurse urged me to hurry, I dropped the scrubs to the floor. "I'm waiting for someone," I said, my voice eerily steady as I took the first step to destroy them all.