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Married to the Man Who Can’t Wake Up

Married to the Man Who Can’t Wake Up

I was the illegitimate daughter from the mountains, ignored by my wealthy father for years until they needed a sacrifice. My stepmother ordered me to marry Guy Livingston in place of my perfect half-sister. Guy had been in a severe car accident six months ago and was now a living corpse. "Kerry can't marry a vegetable, Anna. It would be a disaster for her image." When I refused, they threatened to destroy the preservation project my adoptive grandfather had poured his life into. To protect the only person who ever loved me, I signed the contract selling my life and was sent alone to the terrifying Livingston Estate. I was supposed to be a helpless pawn trapped in a cold room with a comatose husband. But using my grandfather's medical skills, I discovered a shocking secret while treating him. His muscles were firm, and he reacted to my pressure points. Guy Livingston was faking his coma. Before I could expose him, his butler drugged my water to keep me quiet. They all thought I was just a naive country girl they could easily control, drug, and discard in their rich family games. They were dead wrong. When my half-sister and her arrogant cousin came to the estate to physically humiliate me, I didn't run. I tamed the estate's legendary guard dogs with a single look and crippled her cousin's arm with a flick of my wrist. Looking at their terrified faces, I smiled calmly and turned to the butler. "Please notify the matriarch. We are having the trash taken out."
Awakening From A Toxic Billionaire Marriage

Awakening From A Toxic Billionaire Marriage

I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash. But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love. When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages. "Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting." Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance. "The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!" My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost. And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead. The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt. When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare. "Who are you?" I whispered. Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
My Ex's Uncle? My Secret Forbidden Affair

My Ex's Uncle? My Secret Forbidden Affair

Kathryne went to the St. Regis Hotel to surprise her fiancé, Leo, for his twenty-fifth birthday. She had a Patek Philippe watch in her hand, thinking she was the luckiest woman in the world. But when she pushed open the unlocked door to his suite, she saw him sweating on top of a blonde woman. "You promised you'd break up with that boring Kathryne after your birthday," the woman whined. Kathryne didn't cry. She snapped a photo of their tangled bodies, threatened to leak it to the press, and called off the engagement right there. She thought that was the end of her nightmare. But as she nearly collapsed in the hotel lobby, Leo's uncle, the terrifying and powerful Everett Carlisle, stepped out of the shadows. He chased Leo away, drove her home, and played the perfect, caring elder. He even convinced her strict father that she needed a fresh start, forcing her to sign an ironclad contract to be his personal assistant. Kathryne felt completely trapped. She had just escaped one suffocating relationship only to be handed over to a man who somehow knew everything about her-from her hidden claustrophobia to her secret stash of junk food. She thought she was just taking a demanding job to heal her broken heart. She had no idea that Everett had orchestrated the entire hotel betrayal just to break her engagement. She was running away from a cheating boy, completely unaware that she was walking straight into the meticulously designed cage of a patient predator.
His Other Woman, My New Life

His Other Woman, My New Life

This Valentine's Day, I finally convinced my boyfriend of ten years, Ethan Hayes, to take me to that trendy new restaurant, the one with a six-month waitlist. It was our tenth anniversary, a big deal, and I thought maybe, just maybe, this time would be different. We had just sat down when his phone rang. It was Ashley Cooper. I heard Ethan say, "Don't be silly, you're more understanding than her. I'll be right back." He walked out and never returned. I sat there alone until the restaurant closed. He sent a text later: "Ashley isn't feeling well. I need to get her home safely. Take a cab home. Text me when you get there." I saw Ashley's social media post with pictures of them, new and old, captioned, "Never learned to grow up, but thankfully, there's always someone to tolerate my whims." Later, back at our apartment, I saw two figures getting into the elevator with Ethan. It had to be Ashley. He texted, "I'm tired. I don't want to fight tonight." I felt a crushing weight. After college, I had turned down a fantastic job offer to follow Ethan, giving up my dreams for his. I lost touch with most of my old friends. Now, I truly had nowhere to go. I had spent ten years waiting for him, helping him build his life and his business. I had been "understanding" and "obedient," always putting his needs first, only to be compared to Ashley, the woman he truly desired. Why did I sacrifice everything for him? That night, I picked up my phone and sent him two texts: "I don't want to be understanding anymore. Ethan, we're over." It was time to find out who Chloe Miller was without him.