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Eight Years of Gilded Cage

Eight Years of Gilded Cage

It was our eighth wedding anniversary, and my husband, Mark Johnson, wasn't home. He was celebrating another woman's birthday, as usual. I sat in the silence of our gilded cage, the emotional wounds from years of neglect and indifference finally festering. He never hit me, not until tonight, but Chloe's Instagram post-Mark, her, a cake-ignited a rage I couldn't contain. When he finally stumbled in, past midnight, reeking of her perfume, I confronted him. "It's our anniversary, Mark." He sneered, "At least she's fun to be around. She doesn't just sit in the dark waiting to ambush me." The words tasted like poison. "I want a divorce, Mark." His face went white. "And," I added, "I'm pregnant. And the baby isn't yours." His shock turned to pure fury. "You lying, cheating bitch." He lunged, shoved me hard, and I fell backward, hitting the coffee table. A searing pain ripped through me. I looked down to see blood spreading on my dress. "Mark," I gasped, "The hospital... please..." He just scoffed, "You think a baby that isn't mine is your ticket out? You're pathetic, Ava." He pocketed the watch I'd bought him for our anniversary and walked out, leaving me bleeding on the floor. Eight years. He left me to die. Lying there, clutching my bleeding stomach, I knew I had to do something. For my baby. My fingers, slick with blood, fumbled for my phone, calling the one person who had ever shown me true kindness. Someone I' d promised I' d never call. That night, Liam Thorne answered.
The Cobra's Vengeance

The Cobra's Vengeance

I leaned against the old warehouse frame, my body aching and face swollen from the fight with my family. I' d given up everything for Chloe, ready to start a new life with her. But the workshop wasn't quiet; it blazed with obnoxious music, laughter, and champagne bottles. Chloe was there, too, stunning in a sparkling dress, laughing with the very society people she claimed to hate. Then she saw me, and her laughter didn't stop; it only twisted into a slow, cruel smirk. "Look what the cat dragged in," she purred, her voice cold. My brother, Marcus, stepped forward, his smug smile sealing my dread. This wasn' t Chloe' s workshop; it was rented. My entire relationship, my grand sacrifice, was just a bet. A monstrously cruel game, orchestrated by Chloe and my own brother, to see if "golden boy" Ethan Cole would actually throw away his life for a girl he thought was a poor, struggling mechanic. Her friends roared with laughter as they unveiled the prize for their wager: a perfect, gleaming vintage Shelby Cobra, the legendary car I had always dreamed of. Humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain, scorching every inch of my being. "You… you lied about everything?" I rasped, the words choked with disbelief and a crushing sense of betrayal. How could the woman I' d loved, my own blood, orchestrate such a depraved, public spectacle? Was I truly that naive, that blind to believe in such a perfect lie? I stumbled, broken, back out into the night, their mocking laughter echoing like a death knell in the empty street. But as I walked away from the ruins of my life, a chilling realization ignited within me: this wasn't just my humiliation; it was their first move, and now, I was ready to play.
SEDUCTIVE IMPERSONATION (TRAPPED IN THE BILLIONAIRE'S POSSESSIVE LOVE)

SEDUCTIVE IMPERSONATION (TRAPPED IN THE BILLIONAIRE'S POSSESSIVE LOVE)

"Oh my!" she tucked her hand into his scalp, her face tilted above and sexually, she moaned immediately those fingers landed on her helpless wet nub. She whimpered, her voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed her, "Oh please stop already", she pleaded without making efforts to restrain his uncontrollable fingers. "But you are enjoying it, aren't you?" he asked Ayla who shut her eyes, enjoying the pleasurable expertise work of his fingers together with his tongue trailing over her neck. "Why did you do that?" "Wh...ouch...what?" "Why did you seduce me?" he asked, still tickling her nub. "No, I didn't", she denied even as her body screamed the opposite. He let go of her, forcing her to look into his eyes. "Why?" he asked again, low and intense. This time, she couldn't deny it; she had to own up and surrender to him. "I.. I only wanted to help my friend. You have given her enough cold shoulders, so I thought maybe I could seduce you for her", she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "Hahaha", he playfully and tenderly unfastened her buttons one by one until he cupped her warm, succulent breast. "Why sacrifice so much for someone who doesn't care about you?" "No don't slander my friend before me", she defended. He leaned closely, lips brushing her ear. "You seduced me for your friend... right? Haha, it might interest you to know, young lady, that your little tricks backfired; the Hunter has become the game. And now.... I want you", he whispered authoritatively into her ears. "No, you can't----. " "Then watch how I burn the whole city down just to prove I can", he asserted his powers with confidence, his voice firm, eyes burning with desire. Ayla, a second-class young lady from the city of Turkey is compelled to impersonate her friend, who happens to be at the hospital. She is to marry Deniz, the rumored cruelest and richest man in the city. Her mission is to seal the agreement between the two families and seduce the loveless billionaire, Deniz. Paving way into his heart for her friend. Can she accomplish her mission seamlessly or will she get entangled with him in the long run even after her friend returns to reclaim her her fiance?.