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My Pound Of Flesh

My Pound Of Flesh

After loosing her mother to cancer and having to leave New York, the city she had known all her life for reasons best known to her dad. She hoped for a fresh start and a better future in Boston, where she worked two jobs as she prepares for college. Things took a turn when the godlike man she met at the ice cream shop she worked at turned out to be Mace Hunter, the billionaire cartel leader of the New York City, the Capo Dei Carpi of one of the Biggest crime syndicate in the Mafia World, whom her father owed a large sum of money. Mace being true to the mafia teachings and beliefs, that to forgive is a weakness, took Matilda as payment for the debt owed. Though he had plans to put her to work at one of his prostitution rings to atone for her fathers sin, but fate presented a rare opportunity that turned Matilda fate from a debtor to Mace Hunters contract wife. "Where the heck is my money?" "I will never dream to cross you but if you will just give me a little more time, I will get your money ready for you sir". The inferno boiling inside me, I could have sworn would burn him to the ground with only his ashes as his remains. "I'm not going back without my money and since you can't pay back, I will just have to take my pound of flesh". My pleas fell on deaf ears, as he dragged me out. "Nooooooo Matilda!" Dad kept on screaming my name. can she survive living in the lions den for 2years? will she loose her heart or will he?
The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His Heir

The Night I Left Him, I Was Carrying His Heir

Seraphina's plan was simple and clinical: get pregnant with her absent billionaire husband's superior DNA, then finalize the divorce for a clean break. But after six months of a cold, empty marriage, Julian Sinclair suddenly returned. He didn't come back to sign the papers-he brought his pregnant mistress, Isabelle, with him. In a high-end boutique, Isabelle staged a dramatic fall, faking a miscarriage and pointing a trembling finger at Seraphina. "She pushed me, Julian! She tried to kill our baby!" Julian publicly sided with his mistress, looking at his wife with cold disgust before carrying Isabelle to the hospital. Yet, when Seraphina later offered to walk away and leave him to his freedom, his eyes turned into chips of ice. "Sinclairs don't get divorced," he whispered, caging her against the bedroom wall. "They become widowers." Seraphina was left trembling in pure terror and confusion. He clearly loved Isabelle and punished Seraphina like a disposable pawn, so why trap her in this loveless nightmare? Why hold onto her with such violent, suffocating possessiveness when he already had what he wanted? Pushed to the brink of despair, she got blackout drunk at a local lounge, loudly declaring she was going to steal his DNA and run. But before she could escape into the night with the help of another man, the heavy steel doors blew open. Julian stood there, a furious monster stepping out of the shadows to violently reclaim his wife, proving that her fight for freedom had only just ignited his darkest obsession.
The American (A Forbidden Love Story)

The American (A Forbidden Love Story)

"What!" Ethan says in his all too familiar deep rude voice. "You hit me, which caused my coffee to spill all over me," I say, pointing out the obvious. "So, what do you want me to do about it," He speaks like he has done nothing wrong "You are supposed to say sorry," I say in a duh tone "And why should I." "Because that is what people with manners do." "I know that, but you don't deserve sorry from me." "Wow, really, and why is that." "Because black bitches like you don't deserve it." "I have told you times without number to stop calling me that," I say getting angry with his insults "Make me," Ethan says, taking a dangerous step closer to me. I don't say anything, but hiss and walk past him. I don't know why I even expected him to say anything better. It is Ethan, after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a story about two people who knew how to express the word hate more than anything else to one another. Ethan hates Adina more than anything in the world and would give anything to see her perish into thin air. While on the other hand Adina could careless about Ethan other than the fact that she won't let him walk all over her with his arrogant character. What happens when a big incident changes all that. How do these two different people deal with a feeling that is supposed to be forbidden to feel for the each other. Read to find out how the person you hate the most is the one person you can love the most.
My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret

My Dying Breath, His Endless Regret

"Stage IV lymphoma." Dr. Carter's words hung in the air. I had only months to live, and the treatment required a family member's consent. My powerful relatives were strangers, detached from my pain. My heart clung to one person: Liam, my husband. He was my last hope. But when I called, he rejected my calls. When he finally came home, he sneered, accusing me of "faking for attention." He walked out, leaving me alone, calling a cousin over caring for his dying wife. The next day, when I blurted out "I have cancer," he laughed, "That's a new one. You're getting creative." He refused to sign the forms, abandoning me. His callousness cut deeper than any illness. Then, my cousin Savannah showed up, admitting she had drugged Liam and framed me three years ago, destroying my life. Liam's life. But before I could react, she slashed her own arm with a letter opener, screaming that I attacked her. Liam burst in, embraced her, and glared at me with pure hatred, dragging me to the hospital to apologize. How could he be so blind? How could he believe her monstrous lies over his own dying wife? Didn't he see he was the fool, playing into her cruel game? The injustice, the betrayal, pushed me to my breaking point. But as the world faded to black, a desperate thought sparked: what if I confessed to her lies? What if exposing the monster he believed me to be was the only way to reveal the true monster lurking in the shadows?
His Reckoning, Her Reign

His Reckoning, Her Reign

The heavy oak door of San Francisco City Hall felt cold under my fingers. I was waiting for Ethan. We were supposed to get our marriage license today. My phone buzzed. A message from Ethan: "Running late. Emergency at the hospital." Typical. Dr. Ethan Miller, the respected neurosurgeon, always had an emergency. But then, a new post from Chloe Davis, his research assistant, popped up. A photo: her, in our master suite, Ethan's arm around her. Another: a sonogram, tiny and gray, with a heart emoji. The caption read: "Future Dr. Miller coming soon! #blessed #surprise." My breath caught. Our master suite. The one I decorated. He didn't just abandon me at City Hall. He moved her into our home. My phone vibrated again. A long message from Ethan: "Ava, I can explain. It was a mistake... She's young, her research career is just starting... You've always wanted kids, right? She can go abroad... You can raise it. It'll be our baby." Rage, cold and sharp, flooded me. He wanted me to raise his mistress's child. I, Ava Chen, Investment Director at Chen Corp, from a family that built a tech and real estate empire in this city, was no fool. I dialed a number I knew by heart. Liam Walker answered on the second ring, airport noise in the background. "Ava? Everything okay?" "Marriage license," I said, my voice steady. "City Hall. Now. You in?" He'd been in love with me for eight years. "Liam," I said, "Are you in?" Another pause, shorter this time. "Give me an hour. Don't move." He hung up. My story was just beginning.
My husband is the richest CEO

My husband is the richest CEO

"You foolish bitch, do you really think you can marry Henry?". Her mouth curved into a wicked smile as she lowered her head to look at Ashley. "I am the real daughter of the head of the Browns. You will never become the bright and shinning flower of the Brown family" she let out a low snort "It would have been better if you end up like your stupid mother" she said with an evil grin on her face Ashley tighten her grip on her cloth as she heard Lucia's statement "You will never know what the drug you took was and what I have in stock for you. But one thing I'm sure of is that you enjoy your wedding night in advance" She then took out her phone, and dialed a number. "Are the two street ruffians I have arranged especially for my sister ready? Tell them to come here now." Ashley opened her eyes wide in shock upon hearing what Lucia had said. She knew that Lucia had never liked her. But she didn't expect that her to be this vicious. It seemed that Lucia wanted to drug her and found someone to rape her. Such a wicked woman! Ashley stood up and sneered. Lucia heard some movements, so she turned around. Seeing that Ashley was already sanding in front of her, she took a few steps back. "You... you are not asleep?" She stammered "Lucia Brown, it must have been very hard on you to pretend to be a good daughter for a long time. Do you feel comfortable now that you have finally taken off your mask?" Ashley said with a hint of mockery in her cold eyes as she looked like someone about to strangulate Lucia