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No More Broken Songs

No More Broken Songs

My life as Gabrielle Fuller, Nashville' s sweetheart known for songs of love and forgiveness, seemed picture-perfect. My husband, Caleb Scott, the city' s "Kingmaker" producer, publicly repented for his first affair, solidifying our image as the golden couple who weathered any storm. I'd even secured our future with a brutal post-nup years ago, a secret safety net if his "mistakes" ever escalated. Then, one rainy Tuesday, searching for tax documents, I stumbled upon a hidden folder on Caleb' s computer. "Archives," password-protected. I typed the date of his first affair, and it opened to reveal hundreds of video files. My breath hitched. Caleb. And Molly. Not just pictures, but damning videos from last week. I watched as Molly, pregnant, sat on his lap, mocking me. "Gabrielle is easy," Caleb sneered, "She wants to believe in fairy tales. As long as I play the prince, she'll never look behind the curtain." My world imploded. The carefully curated image of our perfect marriage, the love story that fueled my career, was a meticulously crafted lie. My husband, the man who' d promised forever, was a master manipulator, not just cheating but planning to steal my future, my dream of a family, by faking my infertility and adopting the child his mistress was carrying. The pain was a physical blow, yet through the shock, a cold, hard clarity emerged. I wasn't going to collapse. I was going to fight back. And I knew exactly how to make him pay.
Fated Love, Unwritten Endings

Fated Love, Unwritten Endings

For three years, I paid millions to have Caleb Mitchell as my boyfriend. I funded his sister's experimental cancer treatment, and in return, the brilliant, proud student played the part of my loving companion. He resented being bought, but I was foolish enough to fall in love with him. That foolishness ended two months ago, after a fall from a horse left me with a concussion. I woke up with the horrifying knowledge that my entire life was a lie—I was just the villainess in a novel, a footnote in a story about him. In this story, Caleb was the hero, destined to reunite with his true love, Frances. I was the obstacle he had to overcome. My pre-written fate was to go mad with jealousy, try to destroy them, and end up ruined and dead. I thought it was a hallucination until the plot began to unfold. The final proof was the vintage watch I spent months restoring for his birthday. A week later, he gave it to Frances, telling her it was just some old trinket he'd found. According to the script, seeing that watch on her wrist was supposed to make me fly into a hysterical rage, sealing my tragic fate. But I refuse to follow their story. If the villainess is destined for a tragic end, then this villainess will simply disappear from the book altogether. I slid a black credit card across the polished desk. "I want to be declared dead," I told the man who specialized in new beginnings. "Lost at sea. No body."
The Obsession To Ex-Convict

The Obsession To Ex-Convict

A Tragedy, Tragedy that changed the cycle of my life. He accused me that I was the reason why his girlfriend and her child died. I shook my head. "That's not true. No!" "It's not my fault!" I defend myself and my vision blurs because of the first tears to flow. My hands can't move freely because of the handcuffs that were put on. I looked boldly into his eyes. Beautiful eyes, while he is standing to my front and he is ready to ask me. "I'm talking to you Attorney," I asked him. It hurts when it's not a priority. The Judge banged his gavel 3 times and said! "Order in the Court, Order in the Court!" So I kept quiet. "Let me proceed your Honor," he said and took an Envelope from the table and gave it to the judge. "Your Honor, This is the Evidence, " I saw him give the Envelope as well as my cousin's cell phone so I swallowed three times. "That's Evidence says everything that the accused planned the crime!" he said firmly and looked at me so I shook my head again. If only I could return it. I wish I wouldn't have asked my cousin to bathe in the sea if I had known that this would happen to everyone and also that I didn't know she was pregnant. Who else will defend me with all the evidence that says I'm the one who made a way to jail me. Even the gov't. Atty. He who is handling my case cannot defend me either. I bowed when the verdict was read. "This honorable court fines Accused Anya Belle Mendez, Guilty..." I just bowed to what I heard and my tears continued to fall. What do I have against an atty? Noah Lev Sebastian. "That's Ordered!" Judge banged his gavel again, so I went down. I was just bending down while looking at my two hands and also I am wearing Yellow t-shirt too. I stopped being honest with him. "I know you knew the truth. It's not my fault what happened," I looked into his eyes. He's amber anger eyes on me so I swallowed and bowed. "Atty. Have mercy on me, I'm not guilty," I try to hold his hand and kneel down. I begged him again. His softened hand, the hands that caress my face, arms that always hug me, his lips that I always kiss, the man I used to belong to but not now. "Please, I will do everything, just don't do this, you will feel sorry for my family," I told him. He slowly removed his hand and walked away a little. "Bring two lives and I'll set you free," he said. So I looked up and shook my head. "Then you will rot in prison." He said to me again, I was about to answer when I was violently stood up and the police pulled my five. I almost lost my balance, but he held me too. "Be careful!" I heard him call the police. "Mang! Pang! Jess!" I said in fear and hugged them. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens." Jessie said and kissed me on the forehead. "I love you," I heard him say to me and I was about to answer but Noah bumped into his back, and passed him but also looked at him again. "Whatever you do as long as you fight me. I guarantee that girl will rot in jail!" He threatened Jessie and left. "What is he doing to you and why are you so angry with him? You know it's not his fault that your girlfriend and your son died!" Jess said angrily to him. He still has no idea. He left until he disappeared from our sight. Murder Case is Lifetime Jail Sentence, I'm just going to be paroled. My life right now is miserable. I'm guilty for murder that I didn't commit. Can I still go out? Will I ever return to the world I live in? Will I still be able to see the man I love even though he is the reason why I was imprisoned? Can I still defend myself against him from his accusation against me? Will everything be okay and will I be loved again if we meet again or will he just make me feel my guilt in the past. Im Anya Belle Mendez His Atty. Noah Lev Sebastian
His Reckoning, Her Triumph

His Reckoning, Her Triumph

Six years. That' s how long it had been since Mark Johnson chose to walk away, leaving me to face my family' s ruin alone. Now he stood in my apartment, polished and powerful, fully expecting to find me broken and waiting for him. Instead, I was sprawled on a worn sofa, cradling my sleeping baby, Liam. Mark' s perfectly sculpted face twisted in disbelief, then disgust, as he laid eyes on my son. "Whose is that?" he spat, then, eyeing my faded clothes and humble home, added, "I mean, who' s the father? Have you no shame?" He offered to take me back as his mistress and "find a good family" for Liam, as if my child were dispensable cargo. Then he grabbed my arm, revealing an ugly, jagged scar on my forearm-a relic from the "halfway house" he' d sent me to. Chloe, my stepsister, ever the innocent puppet master, smoothly deflected his concern, painting me as a reckless delinquent. It worked. Any flicker of understanding in Mark' s eyes hardened into contempt. "You' ve become something ugly, Ava," he told me, letting go as if I were contaminating. I knew he wasn' t disappointed in himself, only in me for not suffering prettily. He lunged for my throat, then for Liam, snarling that my son's absence might "make me see reason." Just as despair choked me, the door crashed open. "Get your hands off of them." Jake Stone, my friend, my partner, my savior, stepped into the room, his presence a shield. He took Liam, comforting him before turning to Mark, his voice calm but lethal. "I'm the man who's here now," he stated. "And I'm telling you to get out." I stood beside Jake, tears drying, my voice clear. "You left me to rot for six years. Jake was the one who pulled me from the wreckage. He' s more of a man than you will ever be."
REBORN TO REVENGE

REBORN TO REVENGE

When Lucy, a 30-year-old cancer patient, walks in on her husband and best friend, she realizes her whole life has been a lie. What's worse, she dies a tragic and brutal death at the hands of her husband. Fortunately for Lucy, she is given the chance to rewrite her fate. Reincarnated into her younger self, Lucy plots her revenge: marrying off her ex-best friend to her cheating ex- husband and building wealth by mirroring his successful investments. But when she meets a colleague and friend at work facing similar struggles- a cheating husband and cancer diagnosis - Lucy's plans become complicated. She has to choose between her desire for revenge and her need to help her friend, all while keeping her secret safe. Just when she thought she had it all figured out, she unexpectedly fell for her boss, complicating her plans for vengeance even further. Then, out of the blue, her first love reentered her life after years of silence since high school. Now, tangled in a love triangle, she felt more lost than ever. Should she chase the new spark with her boss, or should she try to reignite the flame with the one who once captured her heart? Will her quest for revenge ultimately consume her, or will she find the strength to choose redemption and discover true happiness and closure? Immerse yourself in this captivating story filled with love, betrayal, and the journey of self-discovery.
Love My Way

Love My Way

She didn't mean to knock the mayor to the ground, let alone shove a fistful of coins into his chest and vanish into the night. But that's exactly what Blair Walker did after one too many tequila shots at her cousin's wedding. Three accidental meetings later, she found herself waking up next to him. Again. And then she married him. By accident. Graham Marcus-yes, the sharp-jawed, no-nonsense mayor of Crestwood Falls-wasn't exactly her idea of a dream husband. Arrogant. Infuriatingly calm. And way too good at twisting her words. Their second night together proved that their chemistry was both a blessing... and a ticking time bomb. On their wedding night, a stray kick to his most sensitive region marked the beginning of a cold war that would span their entire marriage. He called it payback. She called it unfair. He kept score. She fought back. Their life became a chessboard-passion-fueled fights, sarcastic flirtations, and retaliation disguised as affection. And still, somehow, she couldn't stay away from him. Then came that fateful Monday morning at the office. A curious colleague asked, "Blair, who is he to you?" Caught off-guard and panicking, she blurted the worst thing possible: "He's my uncle." The silence was deafening. The air crackled with tension. That night, Marcus's voice was velvet and venom as he shut the bedroom door. "Oh? I'm your uncle now? Funny... because your 'uncle' knows exactly how you sound when you're begging for more." She slept on the sofa. Again. This man was impossible. But deep down, Blair knew something had changed. He was no longer just a mistake or an enemy with a wedding ring. He was a storm-and she had walked straight into the eye of it. And somewhere between the war and the wine, between every argument and every stolen look... She realized she might not make it out of this marriage with her heart intact.
Too Late for Regret, Liam

Too Late for Regret, Liam

For six years, I believed Liam and I were building a real life together in our Chicago apartment. I always thought our love was solid, unbreakable. One quiet Tuesday night, searching his laptop for a tax document, I stumbled upon a folder simply named "C." Curiosity, that stupid little nudge, made me click. It wasn't finances; it was Chloe. Thousands of photos, her smiling face, and then the "Journal" subfolder. My hands shook as I read devastating entries. The flowers he bought me after my promotion, the romantic trip to Italy, even our engagement-each cherished moment a desperate reaction to a woman he still couldn't let go of. He worried I was pregnant, clearly terrified of being tied to me while Chloe was "still out there." Then Chloe herself started sending me messages, photos of her and Liam, bragging I was just a "placeholder." I heard him tell his best friend he was "stringing me along" to make Chloe jealous. The man I loved saw me only as a prop in his silent play for another woman. How could I have been so blind, so completely fooled? His ring on my finger was never for me. With a cold, hard clarity, I realized my entire relationship was a meticulously crafted lie. I saved every message, every damning photo, and wrote a short note: "We're done." I closed our joint accounts, changed my number, and bought a bus ticket out of Chicago. There was no sadness, just a firm click of a door closing on a life that was never truly mine.
Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir

Hiding The Ruthless Billionaire's Genius Heir

Five years ago, Colette Orr was drugged and hunted by her own stepsister and fiancé. To survive the night, she hid in a dark hotel suite and accidentally gave herself to a dangerous, wounded stranger. Now a struggling single mother working as a hotel manager, her nightmare returned. Her stepsister Chelsey was hosting her lavish wedding at Colette's hotel. They lured Colette into a trap, violently forced her into a shredded, filthy wedding dress, and dragged her onto the main stage. Under the blinding spotlight, Chelsey publicly humiliated Colette, weeping fake tears while framing her as a deranged stalker and a corporate spy. The elite crowd sneered with disgust, demanding she be arrested, while the groom's mother pointed at Colette's five-year-old son and viciously called him a fatherless bastard. Clutching her little boy, Leo, Colette trembled with a mix of absolute despair and raw rage. She had already given up her inheritance and her past to escape their venom. Why wouldn't they just let her and her son live in peace? Suddenly, the grand ballroom doors crashed open. Julian Heath IV, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire—and the stranger from that dark room five years ago—strode in with an army of guards. Before Colette could run, her genius son launched himself at the terrifying titan's leg. "Daddy!" Leo shouted to the silent room. Julian's cold eyes locked onto Colette, and with a terrifyingly calm voice, he ordered his men to seal every exit.