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The Prince's Broken Promises

The Prince's Broken Promises

Our love was a rebel song, forbidden by the Devereaux family's rigid rules. I was Ella, a blues singer from Bourbon Street, and he was Beau, the Prince of Prytania, who swore his heart was irrevocably mine. He chose me, even when his powerful family threatened to disinherit him. "It's you and me, Ella, always," he vowed. I wore his promises like my grandmother's treasured locket. But the Devereauxs changed tactics. A new cruelty. They gave Beau an ultimatum: produce an heir with a "suitable" woman. He begged me to understand, a "formality" before we could truly be together. Then Savannah Sinclair, polished and ambitious, entered our lives. Soon, Savannah was pregnant, and the "little longer" stretched into an eternity. Savannah became a constant, cruel presence, plotting against me at every turn. She maliciously framed me for harming their newborn daughter, Charlotte, planting "evidence" and staging hysterical outbursts. My protests fell on deaf ears; Beau let his parents lock me in a cold guesthouse. "Why, Ella? Why would you hurt my child?" Beau asked, his voice like shards of glass. My heart shattered. His child, not ours. Where was the man who once shielded me? Then, Savannah escalated, wearing my grandmother's locket, brazenly claiming Beau gave it to her. When I lunged for it, she feigned injury, shrieking about her "baby." Beau rushed in, his rage blinding him. He shoved me hard, my head cracking against marble. Before I could explain, his father, Augustus, raised his hand and struck me across the face. Beau watched it all, his back turned to me, to the truth, to everything we had ever been. His silence was consent. His inaction was betrayal. In that agonizing moment, I knew: I had to get out. I would leave, but not before they learned the cost of their cruelty.
The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback

The Exiled Heiress Makes Her Comeback

Ansley was banished to Europe for five years by her powerful adoptive family. She only secretly returned to New York to save her dying best friend’s bankrupt tech startup. But to save her friend, Ansley had to unlock her frozen trust fund, instantly alerting her terrifyingly controlling adopted brother, Emery. Trapped in his penthouse, Ansley overheard the horrifying truth. Her parents didn't banish her because she was a burden. They sent her away because Emery's sick, suffocating obsession with her was threatening his billion-dollar arranged marriage. Desperate to escape his golden cage and save her friend's stolen life's work, Ansley sought help from the ruthless CEO of Aegis Group, Darius Woodward. Instead of looking at her data, Darius humiliated her. He mocked her cheap suit, told her she didn't even know how to beg properly, and threw her out into the freezing rain. Sitting in her soaking wet clothes, Ansley realized that in this city of glass and steel, genuine effort meant nothing against raw power. She was entirely powerless against these apex predators. But she was done crying, and she was done hiding. Ansley threw her wet suit in the trash, slipped into a stunning silk dress, and walked right onto Emery's luxury birthday yacht. As the socialites who ruined her life five years ago stared in shock, she took a slow sip of her martini. "I'm not the same girl you chased out of town."
Desired

Desired

Love, please tell me how you got hurt? How can I fix it, if I dont know what's wrong?" Calum asked, his focus on his concern for her wellbeing, and not his own evident lust which was growing by the second at her close proximity. "I'm fine." Colt said through gritted teeth, wondering why her legs still wouldn't obey her and walk away from the man behind her, who radiated the most dangerous heat of all. She was so distracted, she didn't even hear him climb out the damn truck. She should have bought the Range Rover, she thought fleetingly, less trespassing capacity that way. "I can tell you aren't." Calum spoke quietly, pulling her from her thought tangent. He was so close to her ear she could feel as his breath tickle the back of her neck, and create the most delightful shiver across her skin. Calum could scent her arousal, he smiled knowing she wanted him, yet he still knew he should step back, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do. But then, Calum had never been a gentleman. Instead he stepped closer, so he was pressed flush against her, he smiled at her sharp intake of breath as she realised just how equally affected he was by her. "If it isn't pain that's affecting you then, Colt, what has you so flustered?" He asked sliding his hand further around her waist, while his erection was trapped hard against her backside. Colt couldn't help herself, she pushed herself further into him, tipping her head back against his shoulder, before allowing him to gently turn her around. She was frozen in the one spot her forehead leant against his shoulder as she allowed herself to take comfort in his embrace. Her whole body felt like it was being engulfed in the most blissful of heats, his. She suddenly became aware of all the places she wanted to be touched and touch in return, as her body ached for more, more contact, more friction, more of Calum. -------- Colt Merrier has left her life behind in her search for a new start. In the past year, she has met her mate, had him destroy their bond and her ability to trust. She has also discovered, she is a chimera. A genetic fusion of two embryos in the womb, as such she now has the ability to shift into both a Wolf and a Scottish Wildcat. So, now she is in Scotland getting to know her grandparents, and trying to build a new mate free life. Unfortunately fate has other plans for Colt. Not only are her grandparents hiding secret plans and ambitions, that will directly impact her peaceful mate free existence. But the clan enemy of the man they want her to marry, is claiming to be her true mate as well. What's worse, now Colt can shift, she can feel the full effects of the mate bond, pulling her towards Calum Macgregor whether she wants it to, or not. Add in that her first mate Elijah Lupus is still hunting for her as well, and Colt's new life of peace is about to be shaken up. Three men desire her, and Colt secretly desires two of them as well. But when betraying a mate bond is to sentence your mate to excruciating pain and potentially death, how will she navigate being so desired? ----- *Desired is the next installment, following on from Determined.*
The Husband's Hidden Empire

The Husband's Hidden Empire

Our tenth anniversary was supposed to be a romantic surprise, a special night at a chic downtown hotel. Instead, I found Ethan there, shirtless on the edge of the bed, with Chloe, a young woman barely out of college, looking flustered in a hotel robe. My world shattered as his gaze flickered, murmuring it was a "drunken mistake." Then, Chloe dramatically wailed about her lost virginity, prompting Ethan to declare he "had to be responsible" for her, completely dismissing our ten years together. The betrayal deepened when I later found their chat messages, exposing years of calculated financial deception and mockery: he' d let me fund our life on my teacher's salary, all while he and Chloe secretly built a multi-million-dollar gaming empire. The final, depraved blow came in a package: my old miscarriage records, alongside the meticulously preserved body of Whiskers, my beloved cat who' d vanished months prior. I collapsed, the world spinning, battling a raging fever that blurred days into a nightmarish delirium. How could the man I cherished, the partner I poured my entire heart and savings into, be capable of such chilling cruelty, such a systematic destruction of my sanity and life? But as I drifted close to death, clinging to the unwavering comfort of my old flame, Liam, a fierce, cold spark ignited within me. I wasn't just Sarah, Ethan's victim; I was Sarah, and I was going to fight back, expose their lies, reclaim my stolen future, and finally find my way home.
Dangerous feelings

Dangerous feelings

💖Dangerous feelings💖 💞Prologue💞 The very first day she came into the school, I got very much attracted to her. I loved everything about her and wanted it deeply for her to be my girlfriend but there was no way it could happen, it would be dangerous having her in my life. I kept turning her down even when she ask me out.. It pained me that I had to snub her, I had to stay away from her.. I couldn't accept her because I knew how dangerous it is.. I know my half brother Austin, he would make my life a hell and could probably kill me. My name is Steve.. I was born without anyone to call a father or mother, just grew up to find my self in the orphanage home.. Life was miserable as I did not seem to cope with living there.. I needed to go out to the world and become something, I want to go out of the orphanage home and live with a family, go to school and have a happy life, My want was accomplished but It wasn't really what I wanted that came.. I was adopted by a very rich and wealthy family... I would have been the happiest guy on earth if Austin wasn't in my life.. Austin is the only son of the parent who took me, he is bad and arrogant, always ordering me on what to do.. He subjected me to become like a servant to him.. I sees him as superior and had never crossed his path knowing fully well that he could change my life in a twinkle of an eye.... Everything went well as I got used to doing his bidding, but it all changed when Clara came.. The very day she started school and introduced her self, I fell so attracted to her.. Once in my entire life, someone stole my heart, I fell in love... I was ready to make her mine but it became dangerous when Austin also wants her in his life.. The attraction became dangerous....
LOVE TRUST

LOVE TRUST

New York City is a place of ambition, where dreams are built as high as its towering skyscrapers and love often takes a backseat to success. For Emma Carter, a brilliant architect on the rise, her career has always been her first love. Designing buildings that will stand the test of time is all that matters, and she has no room for distractions-especially not romance. Mark Bennett, on the other hand, thrives in the chaos of the city, chasing stories that expose hidden truths. As an investigative journalist, his passion lies in uncovering corruption, no matter how powerful the people he exposes may be. He believes in the power of words to change the world, but even he can't predict the impact one chance encounter will have on his own life. When Emma and Mark meet in a quiet coffee shop on a rainy afternoon, neither expects the instant connection that ignites between them. What begins as a series of stolen moments soon turns into something deeper-a love built on mutual respect, late-night conversations, and shared vulnerabilities. But beneath the surface, both carry wounds from past relationships, scars that make trust a fragile foundation. Their love is tested when Mark's latest exposé uncovers corruption within a major architectural firm-one of Emma's most important clients. Suddenly, their careers, their integrity, and their relationship are on the line. Emma is torn between her loyalty to her profession and the man she loves, while Mark struggles with the consequences of telling the truth at any cost. As the city they love threatens to pull them apart, Emma and Mark must ask themselves: Can love truly conquer all, or are some sacrifices too great to make?
CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL

CLAIMED BY THE DEVIL

"Do anyone have reasons why this couples shouldn't get married?" The priest had asked. The bride found the question not necessary because she was sure there was no one against their union, but surprisingly to her, three masked men harmed to the teeth stepped into the church and their presence alone sent shivers down the spines of everyone. "We are against this union." One of them said grumpily. "Who-who are you... And why-why are you against this union?" The priest managed to ask. "Because our boss can't stand his lady getting married to someone else" His reply left everyone dumfounded. ***** After moving out of the orphanage with her friends, Rebecca decided to start afresh and forget everything about her dark past, including everyone associated with it.   Her life was the perfect definition of peacefulness, she had learned to leave peacefully and happily with her friends.   She found love and everything was going smoothly, not until the day of her wedding which was supposed to be her happiest day.   At the last moment of getting married, unknown gunmen stormed the church, and abducted her, leaving everyone dumfounded.   When she woke up the next day, she found herself in the devil's lair, the devil who haunted her in her dreams, the devil who once took what belonged to her. Her breath seized at that instant and she had to remind herself that whatever sin she would sin now would be killing the devil, not falling for him like she did in the past. But will she be able to betray her heart? Will the devil let her kill him? And would he surrender to her vengeance, or did he have a trap waiting in the shadows?
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.
Her Unanswered Messages

Her Unanswered Messages

Today was my 27th birthday, and also the day I buried my adoptive mother-the only family I' d ever known. Standing in the silent funeral home, the heavy scent of lilies mixing with antiseptic, I clutched the cold urn, while my husband, Ethan Miller, was nowhere to be found. Not a call, not a text, not even a presence at the hospital when she passed, or here now to say goodbye. The brutal realization hit me: my marriage was as hollow as this empty room. Just as I resolved to leave, my life took a dark, unexpected turn. His sister, Chloe, sauntered in with a smirk, calling me a "placeholder" for Sarah Chen, her eyes dripping with disdain for my simple black dress. Then Ethan walked in, beaming, with Sarah by his side, holding a bouquet of gardenias-her flowers, not mine. He ordered me, his wife, to prepare the guest room next to his for his mistress, Sarah. Sarah, a woman who looked eerily like me, then offered me her diamond bracelet as a "birthday gift" -a cruel, glittering symbol of my humiliation. My refusal was met with Ethan' s seething rage; "Take the bracelet!" he snarled, as if my dignity was an inconvenience. My quiet compliance, my shell of a self, was not the reaction he expected. Later that painful night, a chilling revelation struck me: his pet name for me, "Lily-flower," was never for me at all-it was always for her, for Sarah, the gardenia. I was just a substitute. But the final blow arrived when Sarah staged a fake allergic reaction to my soup, blaming me. Faced with protecting Maria, our kind housekeeper, from their cruel lies, I took the blame. And for that, Ethan forced a vile, burning liquid down my throat. This was not just abuse; it was a twisted game orchestrated to break me. Lying on the floor, choking on the bitter taste of betrayal, I knew one thing: I would leave, and I would never look back.