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My CEO Ex-Wife

My CEO Ex-Wife

The email hit my inbox with the force of a guillotine: "Company-Wide Announcement: Acquisition & New Leadership." My gut twisted, another Austin tech buyout meant more upheaval. Then, I saw the new CEO’s name: Isabella Rossi. My stomach dropped. Isabella, my ex-wife, the woman whose betrayal had scarred me deeper than any wound. At the mandatory all-hands meeting, she swept in, a predator in a power suit, her cold eyes scanning for me, devoid of recognition. Later, my name, highlighted on the company BBQ sign-up sheet, was brutally scratched out by her red pen. She demanded I work late, then warned me, "Stay away from any woman in this company. Understood?" My colleagues whispered, wondering if this "ice queen" was strangely flirting or just exercising pure, calculated power. The truth behind her audacity was a wound that never truly healed: five years ago, on our wedding anniversary, she publicly flaunted her "college sweetheart" Alex. The Frost Bank Tower blazed with their names, while I was holding her dying father’s hand in the hospital—the very man *she* had abandoned. Her father, seeing my raw pain, urged me to divorce her, handing me a lifeline. Even then, she fought me, trying to manipulate the narrative, accusing me of extorting her over *her own* father's medical bills. Now, after the final decree, she’s moved in next door. How much audacity could one person possess, to continue playing these games, attempting to control my life even after our divorce was finalized? My heart felt like a dead thing where Isabella was concerned, a vast, echoing emptiness where too much had been lost. But then, an unexpected and chilling discovery about Alex, a secret only I knew, made me realize this wasn't just about escape anymore. It was time to reveal the true face of the man she’d chosen over me, and finally claim my definitive freedom.
His Loss, Her Love

His Loss, Her Love

My world shattered when Liam, the boy I' d loved my entire life, brought home a vapid social media influencer as his girlfriend. His parents, who always treated me like a daughter, saw my heartbreak and offered to adopt me, to cut the cord of hope that was strangling me. I agreed to be adopted, planning to start a new life in London. But Liam, convinced I was just playing hard to get, staged a humiliating public proposal to his new girlfriend, Brittany, specifically to get a reaction out of me. At the party, he flaunted Brittany, showered her with affection, and even tried to provoke me by giving her the bouquet meant for me. Instead of crumbling, I clapped, then calmly announced to everyone that I was about to become Liam's sister. His fury was immediate. He forced me into his car, subjected me to a degrading display of intimacy with Brittany, and then abandoned me on a deserted road. Just hours later, Liam was severely injured in a car crash, ironically while protecting Brittany, and his parents asked me to stay with him at the hospital. When I found out he had been fed doctored chat logs, twisting my words to paint me as cold and manipulative, I realized his cruel game was all based on a lie. He believed it without question, destroying our 20 years of trust. He then tried to violently force me to marry him, resulting in another car crash that left him with severe, irreversible brain damage, forever trapping him in the mind of a child. But out of that darkness, I found light. In London, I met Ethan, a kind and sincere architect. We fell in love, built a life, and shared a beautiful, uncomplicated future that was more real than any dream Liam had ever promised.
Echoes of love lost

Echoes of love lost

"It's really beautiful here in Macau!" I shouted when I got to the hotel swimming pool. I don't know what happened but I know that this is my year, that I was lucky because I was chosen in the raffle earlier in the office and I was still with my longtime crush at work, this is my year, yes. This is your year, Elaine. I was about to go back to my room with Luke because it was almost night when I noticed the bar section, I haven't had a drink even once so I'm going to try it. "Can I have 1 bottle of tequila?" I asked the bartender. "Yes ma'am, but are you sure you really want to have a bottle?" he asked. What's the problem? "Yes?" I answered hesitantly. "Okay, here you go." He said and I poured it into the wine glass. The first sip, the taste is bold but delicious at the same time. I drank more and more until I finished a bottle. Little by little I got dizzy so I went back. "A-ahh, I have a headache." I just said as I walked towards our room, my vision was double. "R-room 609. A-that's it." I can't walk properly anymore, I feel like I'm going to fall down anytime. I was about to click my card on the door but it opened immediately even though I hadn't put it in yet so I just went in and laid down. I noticed that Luke was also here, smelling like alcohol. "Hmm.." he said and hugged me while lying down. "L-luke..." "Sera..." who is sera? and why does Luke's voice seem to have changed? I'll just think about it tomorrow, I can't think straight because of the tequila I drank. "L-luke, what--- He kissed me, I couldn't see his face because it was dark here. I returned his kiss and we spent the night together *tomorrow* *cring, cring, cring* I rubbed my eyes because it was morning, I saw Luke with his back to me, naked and me WHAT?? did we really do that? I smiled, it's not bad for my first time because it's him. "Hmmm.." I was suddenly surprised because he turned around and suddenly hugged me, I didn't even see his face. "Is it morning already?" he asked, is luke really english? Besides, does his voice sound different? Is it really like this when you just wake up? "Yes, luke, let me go. I'll cook you breakfast." He was surprised by what I said. "Luke? Who's luke sera?" he asked. "Sera? Who is Sera??" I asked again, he was surprised and suddenly faced me, I just stared at what I saw. A very smiling creature, but he is not LUKE!!! "W-Who are you???!!" he shouted. I stood up suddenly and took my clothes while the blanket covered my body and went to the cr. "Lady, I am asking you, why are you in my room??" "I-I don't even know what happened, and what's your room? It's my room!" I shouted inside the cr while getting dressed. What did I get into? Why isn't that Luke? Why was I drunk last night?? "That's it, I'm calling the guards." he said and dialed. I quickly stopped him but they answered. "Hello sir? What's the problem?" "I need you to come here right now there's an intruder in my room." he said angrily. "What intruder? This is my room!" I was surprised because the guards were quick and there were more of them. "What happened Sir?" asked the one with glasses who was not a guard. "This woman right here is saying that this is her room" "But it's true--- "Your card ma'am?" I gave my card and it said 606. We looked at the name of the room and the number 6 at the end was italicized so we couldn't figure out what room it was. "This is room 609." "But the number was sideways and I was drunk last night so I didn't notice!" "I am so sorry Sir Fontello for this misunderstanding, this is our fault. We will take responsibility about this." the guard said, wait fontello? as in the fontello company that wants to partner with our company? The biggest company? "M-can I ask? S-who is he?" I asked the one with the glasses while they were busy. "He's Sir Van Fontello. The CEO of fontello company and one of the billionaires of our country." I can't move where I am, a billionaire? so i had a one night stand with a billionaire?
Her Crown, His Broken Heart

Her Crown, His Broken Heart

The pre-IPO party buzzed with champagne and a decade of my unwavering devotion to Sarah Jenkins and Nexus AI. Tomorrow, everything would change. I saw Sarah across the room, radiant, untouchable, the woman who had promised, "Once the company goes public, Alex, we'll get married." Then I heard her voice, casual, dismissive: "Alex? He's been with me for ten years. I'll definitely take care of him." My world shattered when her tone softened, almost reverent, as she whispered another name: "Ethan Thorne... I want to marry him." Ethan Thorne. Not me. Not the man who' d poured his soul into her dreams, selling his own passion projects to fund her first seed money, holding her while she cried, believing it was "us against the world." The pain was a physical weight. She called me "tarnished," "not pure," because I'd fought by her side in the trenches. I was a "tool to be discarded" now that she was at the top. In a desperate, broken rage, I smashed her laptop, the screen reflecting her chilling calm, her utter disinterest in my anguish. "You're scaring Ethan," she said, her voice sharp, as if my agony was an inconvenience. Then, a grainy video arrived on my phone: Sarah, tied to a chair, a distorted voice threatening, "Your girl for your loyalty, Alex Miller. Come to the old shipyard. Alone." Despite the betrayal, the pain, the disgust she' d shown, my instincts screamed. I had to go. One last time, I would save her.
Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

Pampered By The Ruthless Billionaire Uncle

Vivienne Sterling was bound to a steel chair in a derelict warehouse, trembling as the metallic taste of her own blood filled her mouth. The thug torturing her put his phone on speaker, revealing a truth that shattered her world: her kidnapping was ordered by her best friend, Sophia. Worse, her fiancé Brant was on the line, his voice dripping with an intimacy he never showed Vivienne. "Of course I love you, baby. The engagement to Vivienne is just business. As soon as the project is finalized, I'm telling her it's over." Every sacrifice she had made for Brant—giving up Yale, fighting her family—was just a pathetic joke. As she choked on her blood, trying desperately to scream, a thug brought a heavy steel pipe down on her spine. In her fading vision, she saw Brant's formidable uncle, Julian Carlisle, bursting through the warehouse doors too late. How could she have been so utterly blind to their deceit? She died consumed by a tidal wave of regret and burning hatred, her soul screaming that if she had another chance, she would make them pay in blood. Suddenly, the absolute darkness was ripped away. Blinding sunlight stabbed her eyes. She wasn't dead on a cold concrete floor. She was sitting in the plush passenger seat of Brant's Bentley, wearing a Chanel gown from exactly one year ago. She looked at the man who had discarded her life so easily, raised her hand, and slapped him across the face.