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Searching for Love, Found Wealth

Searching for Love, Found Wealth

Looks weren't all that important. Those bullies want to smear it in her face that she was less important. Kiera John. She was proud of her name. When at middle school she got rained with different insulting names, she didn't find it very funny. Well things changed when her long lost boy best friend came back to their part of the town and soon she got exposed to a less toxic world. She even got to be friends with a popular guy at school and thought perhaps her life could change to be the "ideal teen girl's life". But of course, bullying is still part of teenage life. Becoming popular at school was the least of her wants but if she had to be to earn her respects and protect her friends, then she would. Cara Adams, a heartless shitty girl who was crushed on by virtually all the boys from the top best schools at Washington, was set to destroy her by all means. Not wanting to share her crown as Queen of Javin high school, Cara devises ways of shaming our young fighter. Of course, when your boy best friend is a popular teen model and your school half-crush is the popular and cute Jasper, you might get an inch of survival from a devil like Cara. Still Cara wasn't buying it. Friends and families play an important role in changing Kiera's perspective of life. She realizes she need not hate her looks and aimed more on accepting herself. Fate also slowly made her realize that "Hate is taught. Love is natural". Her family later was revealed to be the powerful Martinez family with a dirty secret and bad name. Creating another seemingly endless case of courts, rights and inheritance. Join Kiera in her bid to prove to the world that she isn't much of the everyday teenager.
Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

Too Late For Regret: The True Heiress

After years of being their adopted daughter, Alison was unceremoniously kicked out by the wealthy Bryan family to make room for their newly found biological daughter. They gave her one hour to pack, tossed a fifty-thousand-dollar card on the table, and told her to get out of their lives. She left quietly, returning to her secret life as "The Surgeon," a top-tier underground doctor who charges eight figures per consultation. But the Bryans weren't done. Later that evening, they ambushed her outside a luxury hotel. Assuming she was there to beg, her adoptive mother threw a $100,000 check at her in front of New York's elite. Her adoptive father and sister loudly accused her of being a greedy, ungrateful wretch, deliberately trying to humiliate them in public. They looked at her like she was trash, completely oblivious to the fact that she had just saved a billionaire's heir in that very hotel. They thought their dirty money could buy her silence and dignity. How could they be so arrogant when their perfect family was built on a mountain of filthy lies? Alison didn't take the check. Instead, she tore it to shreds in front of the flashing cameras. "The Bryan family's money is dirty," she announced calmly. Then, she publicly exposed the mother's affair and revealed that their precious "real" daughter was actually another man's bastard. As the Bryan family's reputation instantly collapsed into ashes, the most powerful man in Manhattan watched her from his Rolls-Royce, utterly captivated.
BEYOND ILLUSIONS

BEYOND ILLUSIONS

This is a riveting story of true love that stands out through the ages of time, no matter what, no matter when, and how, still this love remains unbeatable for two people whose heart and soul were intertwined by fate. Jannah Arianne (JA) was a writer two years back and a psychologist who has the ability to read minds since she was young, the reason why people called her 'crazy and psychopath'. Through her ability, she was able to find out that her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend. As she started her new life as a psychological counselor and a teacher in a private school, her life was once put into a dilemma when a "mysterious man", appeared in her dreams many times. She did not understand why she was falling for that man, and she felt like she knew him in the past. That was also the time when she met Zacky on Facebook and mistook him as the man in her dreams. Later, she found out that it was her deceased friend who came back to fulfill their childhood promises. Meanwhile, she and Zacky became friends on Facebook and when she knew that Zacky is a writer on a reading platform, she decided to go back into writing and make him the character of her story. Things became complicated when she used again her ability to read Zacky's mind and fell in love with him despite the things she found out about his identity. Will she be able to find true love with this person she had not known personally or she will continue to live in illusions?
Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé

Reborn To Reject My Billionaire Fiancé

Chloe Sinclair woke up to the relentless smell of antiseptic and the furious voice of her fiancé, Harrison. She had just crashed his quarter-million-dollar car on the highway. But brutal memory slammed into her—the crash wasn't an accident. Brianna, Harrison's supposed best friend, had handed her the keys knowing perfectly well the brake lines were cut. In her previous life, Chloe had cried and apologized pathetically from this very hospital bed. She had begged Harrison to believe she didn't do it on purpose. Instead, he looked at her with utter disgust, tightening his suffocating control while openly flaunting his affair with Brianna. Chloe had endured a decade of humiliation, watching her powerful family wither away under Harrison's machinations. She was drained of her wealth, locked in a miserable marriage, and eventually died a broken, forgotten woman. Until her last breath, she hadn't understood. She had sacrificed her dignity and dedicated her entire life to loving him. Why did her desperate devotion only earn his casual cruelty? Why did the people she trusted most want her dead so badly? Opening her eyes again, she stared at the digital clock on the wall. It was October 12th, ten years ago. The exact day her nightmare began. A core of steel formed in the wreckage of her past self. When Harrison grabbed her wrist to lecture her, Chloe wrenched her arm free and slapped him hard across the face. "We're done, Harrison."
His Heartless Plan, Her Bitter End

His Heartless Plan, Her Bitter End

For three years, I painted by day and worked dead-end jobs by night, all to fund my brilliant musician husband, David, battling a rare illness. My latest sacrifice was night shifts at the Sterling Art Gallery-dangerous, but it paid for his experimental treatments. Then, a laugh drifted from a private room, strong and vibrant, just like David's, but not the weak one I knew. "You should have seen her face, Em," he chuckled, "She actually believes I need that new 'serum' from Switzerland. Another fifty grand, just like that." My world shattered as Emily, his childhood friend, replied, "Three years of this, and she still thinks you're a poor, dying musician." He gloated about this "brilliant plan" to exploit me, calling marrying me his "biggest mistake," all while planning to use our unborn child as his "ticket out." Before I could process the monstrous truth, the gallery was raided; my mother, bringing me soup, was brutally thrown, her head striking a pedestal. David and Emily, seeing everything from their sleek black car, simply drove away, leaving me and my dying mother. He arrived at the hospital later, weaving a masterful performance of a worried husband. As he reached for my hand, the nurse delivered the fatal blow: my mother was gone. Then Emily waltzed in, lilies in hand, cooing fake sympathy before flaunting a photo of her and David, with a caption solidifying their "true love." A rich male friend tossed hundreds onto my blanket, "For your trouble. Should be enough to cover a funeral for whatever working-class family you came from." My grief calcified into icy rage. "Assault, robbery, and accessory to murder," I stated calmly, "And you know, it's amazing what a security camera in a high-end gallery can pick up. Even the sound. I'm sure the police will be very interested in the recording of my husband and his mistress discussing three years of felony fraud just before the 'robbery' happened." Silence fell. He had underestimated me. I lost everything-my mother, my husband, my baby that would never be. But in losing everything, I had nothing left to fear. "You want me to sell my grandmother's apartment? Fine. But not for us. For me. You will transfer five hundred thousand dollars into my personal bank account. Today." I hung up, laying a trap.