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The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

I was a surgeon on the most luxurious ship in the world, scrubbing my hands until they were raw to forget the name Ye Jiuting and the past I’d left behind. But at 2:15 AM, Room 404 became my graveyard when a federal agent flatlined on my table, and the world I’d built turned into a nightmare. The nurse handed me a syringe she swore was a standard antibiotic, but the ship’s medical files had been scrubbed to hide a fatal allergy. Before the body was even cold, the widow was screaming murder, and the ship’s foreman, Huston Lyons, was at my throat with a predatory grin. "You killed him, Doctor," Huston sneered, "and on this ship, people like you tend to disappear overboard." When I tried to prove the syringe was clean, Huston’s brutal grip forced the needle into my own arm, injecting me with a lethal stimulant that sent my heart into a violent, scorching frenzy. I fled into the bowels of the ship, my vision warping and my lungs burning, while a ship-wide announcement declared a five-million-dollar bounty on my head. Every desperate gambler and debt-ridden crew member was now hunting me like an animal for a chance at a clean slate. I didn't understand how the digital records could lie or why a routine dose had been replaced with poison. Was I a target, or just a convenient scapegoat for a conspiracy much larger than a single death? Just as the mercenaries were about to drag me to a black site, Clinton Collier, the terrifying "King of the Leviathan," stepped out of the shadows and claimed my life as his own. "She is my Caretaker now," he declared, wrapping a black silk ribbon around my neck to mark me as his exclusive property. I had escaped the gallows only to be collared by a monster, but as I felt his madness recede under my touch, I realized that being his only cure was the most dangerous weapon I possessed.
My Lover Is A Maid

My Lover Is A Maid

That's right, please... have mercy on us. Please have mercy on us!" I'm begging dad who is full of emotions. My voice was hoarse from exhaustion and constant crying while pleading for papa to stop hurting us. I'm broken and closed but I'm still trying to protect my sister who is only seven years old and my mom who has a weakness from the pillar of our home that is making us suffer right now. The same thing always happens at home every time dad comes home. He is always angry and pours it on everyone. Dad wasn't like that before but when he learned to gamble and get into vices that's when our complicated life started. I can't even count how many times he almost killed us because of his beatings. Times where we almost looked like dead because of the bruises and pale bodies that dad had done. I want to defend them. I want to protect them but I'm just a humble man with a small body because of our state in life, that's what they call our condition 'poor' and what about me? Maybe I can say that I'm a man who gets patted down and gets weak easily because of not being able to eat properly. Even if I wanted to run away, I couldn't. Even if we want to fight, we can't. Even if I want to rebuke dad, be brave and be a man even for one time, I can't do it, I can't. I'm disgusted with myself for thinking that even once I could be a man, a complete man who can defend my loved ones, but no, I'm just a very useless man. I could not save them from the hands of my father who was swallowed by annoyance and anger. I want to keep mom and Abi away from dad's hands so that we can be safe and live happily and peacefully but I can't do it either, I can't because mom still believes that dad will change too which I just believed because he was taking a risk I know that when we make dad feel how much we love him, he will return to the way he was before, our dad who is so sweet and caring. My dad always smiles when he comes home because he is greeted with a bag of noodles that my brother and I will run to get at the same time as greeting him, kissing him, shaking his hand and giving him a hug. I miss seeing papa being sweet to mama, the type where they are like stars in a telenovela where there is no conflict, just full of love.
The Truth She Died To Tell

The Truth She Died To Tell

I escaped after three years, coughing up blood, only to be diagnosed with terminal lung cancer. Returning home, I found my house the same, but a sheriff' s car was parked outside, and a folded document, my death certificate, was handed to my husband, Ethan. Inside, the smell of my stew filled the air, but my daughter Molly called Ethan' s sister-in-law, Debra, "Mom." Ethan, seeing me, erupted in cold fury, throwing a letter at me, claiming it was from me, saying I' d run off with a trucker, and demanded to know why I' d crawled back. He shoved me into the cold mudroom, treating me like trash, while Debra, with fake pity, watched. Later, as Ethan silently applied burn cream to the blisters Debra accidentally caused, he asked if the life I chose was worth it. Despite having the chance to reveal I'd been held captive by Debra's cousins for three years, I looked at his hardened face and the shadow of Debra, and lied, saying leaving him was the best decision I ever made. My daughter Molly, coached by Debra, then falsely accused me of pushing her, shattering Ethan's last shred of faith and earning me an immediate "get out of my house." But at the clinic, the doctor who diagnosed my cancer cut my pant leg, revealing not only a new broken bone, but old scars, malnutrition, and a fresh burn, telling Ethan, "These are signs of long-term abuse and neglect, Mr. Scott, not a life of ease." This moment of doubt in Ethan's eyes, fueled by the doctor' s words, ignited a flicker of hope that the truth might finally emerge.
 Unwanted Wife

Unwanted Wife

"I hate you Thunder! I Loathe you! I will never forgive you to what you've done to me, you'll pay for it." Living a life becoming a wife beloved husband, how long would Jewel handle all the pain cause by Thunder? Will  it take her long to stay? Or choose to stay away from him and continue her life without the presence of her husband? A question that keeps lingering on my mind and trying to find its answers but I end up setting it aside and continue to focus being a wife. For this unrequited love I had for him. I LOVE HIM, HE DOESN'T LOVE ME, HE DESPISE ME, HE LOATHE ME, One year being miserable, One year being unloved, One year being in pained, One year of suffering, Jewel Mercyl Dawson-  Alcantara, came from a rich family and she's only child in the family, wife of Thunder. A brave woman that would do everything for her husband to love her, even though her husband despise and hurting her she still choose to stay beside him because she believes that Thunder will change. Thunder Alcantara, he's the heiress and the only son of the family, he was destined to marry the daughter of Dawson family for the sake of their merging business, he's the CEO of Alcantara Group of Companies. He despise loathe and despite his wife so much, he will do everything to make Jewel's life a living hell. He blames Jewel for taking his freedom away from him since they got married. He wants to get rid of his wife. He's always shouting ang hurting her to make her leave him but his wife is strong to handle all the pain he is inflecting. Will Jewel and Thunder will be together again? Will they have a happily ever after?
A Wife Cry

A Wife Cry

"Honey" I happily called my wife when I saw her go home to our mansion and I couldn't stop myself. I immediately greeted him with a tight hug and buried my face in his chest. Tears flowed down my cheeks again, not because I was hurt because I miss him so much. I was in tears because he still came home. He's back, he's back to me. "Laven, I miss you, so much, honey!" I said and tightened my hug around her waist. I felt both of his arms move and I was expecting him to hug me back. But it just grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back a little. Then he walked away from me, I was like a child who had his toy snatched from him because of what he did. "Hon?" "Let's talk," he said to me coldly. It seems that something is choking me and I'm struggling to breathe again. "W-Will you listen to my explanation, hon? We're welcome again? Can you forgive me? Thank you, Laven! I love you. I love you, so much hon!" I still cried, I promise. All the pain he gave me two months ago suddenly disappeared and was replaced by too much joy and happiness. "Thanks--" "I got pregnant, Aly." My smile suddenly disappeared and I felt at that time that a bomb exploded in my brain and it was difficult to recover. Those are just three words, but they have a very strong impact on me. It was as if my soul had separated from my body. My heart was beating fast and I was slowly getting hurt again. "No!" I screamed and almost burst a vein in my neck because of the force of my scream. "And she's Alice." "Laven! Not like this! This is not what I want!" I cried and shouted to my husband. "Aly, you know how much I wanted to have a child! But you can't give it to me!" he also shouted back at me. He makes me look like he loves me and I can't give him that. But not this way! No! This is not really what I want, eh! "You know that I won't have any more children, eh! But...Laven, I don't like this..." I begged as my sobs grew louder. It's s-sick to me. How could he do this to me? I'm his wife, do I think he loves me? "That's it! You can't give me a child!" he asked and even tweaked his own hair. He's obviously frustrated, isn't he? "Laven...we can adopt, eh..." I suggested which made him even more angry. "I don't like that! I want you to be mine, Aly, you can't give me a child so I came to Alica." My heart seems to be breaking because of what my husband did. I feel like my heart is being squeezed. That hurts. "I can't accept that, Laven! No!" Why is it that most of the women he gets pregnant are my cousins? Why still Alica? Why is he still...and when... "Laven..." I held my husband's foot and let the tears roll down my cheeks. What he did to me was so painful. "She's pregnant, Aly. Two months..." I finally fell to my knees and let go of Laven. "Let's separate, I want to marry her, Aly. I'm sorry." "Laven! L-Laven, please!" I called my husband and I was afraid... I was afraid of what would happen. I just looked at my husband who was leaving our house. I can't follow him because my knees are getting weak. I can not accept. Laven...this is not what I want, eh. Lord, why are you punishing me now? I love my husband very much... Don't take him away from me. Please... Don't do this to us. "Laven!" "Ally!" Jullie rushed to me. During the time that my husband did not come home to me, my cousin stayed here because he was wondering what I should do. "Jullie, stop my husband, please! Stop him from leaving!" "Aly, t-it's okay, please... Stop it. Leave your husband alone," Jullie also cried and begged me, which I quickly shook my head. "I-I can't, Jullie. I can't... I love him, I-I love him so much. I'm going to die, J-Jullie... I'm going to die if I lose him!" I promise I will still cry. Seeing me trying to get up from kneeling on the floor, my cousin hugged me tightly. "No! Let me go! I'll stop Laven! Let me go, Jullie!" I shouted. At that time I seemed to lose control of myself. I feel really crazy and scared. I'm afraid of being left by the man I love. "Laven!" I saw myself again kneeling in front of my husband carrying a huge suitcase. He decided to leave our mansion. He decided to leave me. He is ready to leave me... "Laven, please. Don't do this to me, please. I love you, I love you so much, Laven..." I begged and cried. "Let me go, Aly. Let me do this..." he said with difficulty, I sobbed and shook my head. "Don't, please? Just stay here... Don't leave me... I can't lose you, honey... I can't," I said and my voice broke. I really can't... I'd rather die than for him to leave me forever and he chooses my cousin Alica. "Don't you love me, hon? Why did you do this so quickly? Why did you let go of me so quickly? Do you still love me?" I love you..." I cried harder because of what I heard... "It's hard for me to do this too...but it's necessary. H-We won't be happy..." "You love me. Why would you leave me? Just stay here... Come back to me, please? Honey..." "I promised Alica, that my mother and her will be th
Rising From Ashes: The Matriarch's Spectacular Comeback

Rising From Ashes: The Matriarch's Spectacular Comeback

I woke up in a burning warehouse, twelve years after my supposed death. My body had been reset to its physical prime, the deep burn scar on my wrist completely gone. Through the smoke, my eldest son, Kennard, rushed blindly into the flames. He was screaming the name of the very woman who had orchestrated this trap-Brittnie. When I tackled him out of the way of a falling steel beam, he didn't recognize my youthful face. Instead, he pinned me to the concrete and nearly crushed my windpipe. "How much did she pay you to carve up your face to look like a dead woman?" He hissed the words at me, treating me like a sick corporate spy. For a decade, a bizarre narrative "script" had brainwashed my son, forcing him into pathetic devotion to Brittnie. She had drained his wealth, turned my daughter against him, and hollowed out our family empire. Whenever Kennard tried to resist her, the mind control punished him with agonizing migraines, driving him to smash his own hands against the wall just to cope with the pain. Hearing him quietly sobbing outside my locked door, my heart shattered. How could this invisible force torture my brilliant son and turn my family into puppets for a D-list actress? I dragged him to the hospital for a DNA test. When the results confirmed my maternity at 99.999%, the cold billionaire collapsed to the floor, weeping in my arms like a lost child. I wiped his tears and smiled ruthlessly. It was time to take back my empire and burn Brittnie's life to the ground.