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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.
MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE:ANDREW LUTHER

MARRIED TO THE BILLIONAIRE:ANDREW LUTHER

Sarah's life fell apart the day her parents died in a mysterious car crash. Left with a crumbling family business and a scandal that almost crumbled her parents' legacy, she was forced into a marriage with the cold billionaire Andrew Luthor-a union arranged by her uncle to salvage their family's reputation and the Luthors' multi-million dollar investment. To Andrew, the marriage was nothing but a calculated move-a merger to protect his empire. He saw Sarah as nothing more than collateral, believing her family betrayed him in a deal gone wrong that cost him his trust and nearly everything. He vowed to make her pay. What Sarah didn't know was that Andrew's hatred ran deeper than business-he blamed her for something she had no idea about. And behind his cold eyes was a burning need for revenge. But under the surface of their cold marriage, sparks begin to flicker. Sarah, struggling to find answers about her parents' deaths, starts to uncover secrets Andrew never intended her to know. And just when Andrew begins to see her truth and falls for the woman he married, Sarah disappears-heartbroken, pregnant, and unwilling to be used again. Years later, she returns, no longer the naive girl he married, but a fierce woman with secrets of her own-and a child Andrew never knew existed. Now, he wants her back. But Sarah isn't the same. And forgiveness comes with a price. Can love survive betrayal, revenge, and years of regret? Or is it already too late?
The Wine Cellar Wife

The Wine Cellar Wife

I was nine months pregnant with twins, and my doctor gravely told me I needed an emergency C-section due to a life-threatening complication. My Hamptons mansion, built on the legacy of my husband Ethan' s old-money family, felt like a safe haven, especially after I saved his life from an F4 tornado. But as I drove home to tell him, I saw her car, Chloe' s sleek black Mercedes, parked outside. Chloe, his high school sweetheart, the "one that got away," had returned, claiming a fragile heart condition, and within moments, my urgent medical need was dismissed as "drama." Ethan, blinded by Chloe' s theatrics, accused me of seeking attention and brutally shoved me into the soundproof wine cellar, locking me in for three days to "teach me a lesson." Trapped and alone, my body began to fail, suffering a catastrophic uterine rupture as I fought to save our babies. My first twin, a tiny boy, was born still, lifeless in my arms, and then came the terrifying silence of my second child, lost before even drawing a breath. I bled to death on that cold, damp floor, clutching my stillborn son, realizing the man I loved had used my strength, my very resilience, to kill me. Three days later, my husband and his mistress were celebrating their engagement, completely unaware of the horror I endured, until my doctor, Marcus Vance, walked in, armed with the coroner's report and Chloe' s real medical history, ready to expose the truth to the entire Hamptons elite and the world.
Wedding Bells, Death Knells

Wedding Bells, Death Knells

Seven years of my life were stolen, locked away for a crime I didn't commit. Now, out of that concrete cage, the California sun feels alien against my skin, and the only thing I crave is peace. Not salvation, not forgiveness, just a final resting place: my ashes scattered among the ancient Redwoods I once dreamed of with him. But achieving even that final wish requires money, a sum I, a pariah with a prison record, can barely imagine. So, I swallow my pride and take a job in the opulent heart of Los Angeles. On my first shift, amidst the clinking glasses and hushed power plays, I hear a familiar laugh. Liam. The man I still love, the man who believed I was a murderer, who saw me imprisoned for his sister’s recklessness. He’s not alone. My former best friend, now his fiancée, Jess, is by his side. Their eyes, once filled with affection, now gleam with cold fury and malicious triumph. They relish in my humiliation, forcing me to clean up their messes, parading their love in front of me, a constant reminder of the life I lost. Why do I endure this exquisite torture? Why do I allow the man I cherished to break me, piece by agonizing piece? Because I’m dying, and this agonizing job is my only chance to fulfill my last desire. Then, Liam offers me a new role: his personal attendant. A public spectacle of my subservience, designed to parade my shame at every elite gathering. The pay? Substantial. A devil’s bargain, perhaps, but it's the only key to the Redwoods. I accept, my dignity traded for a final breath of freedom among the trees.