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When Fates Strikes

When Fates Strikes

Lyric Rivera with her head held high and an air of confidence, she exuded an arrogant aura that drew both admiration and envy from her peers. A vision of beauty and arrogance,with dazzling blue eyes that glistened like cascades of golden curls that framed her delicate face,she was the center of attention everywhere she went. Lyric held herself with an air of superiority, confident in her privileged upbringing and assured of her place among the elite all her college life. But all this stopped when she fell victim to a merciless act that shattered her world entirely. She was drugged and raped on her graduation day. A day meant to be a good day,turned into her worst nightmare. After she discovered she was pregnant,her once family turned their backs on her,their pride and reputation meant more important than the broken soul standing before them. Disowned and cast away like a forgotten heirloom,Lyrics heart ached with betrayal and despair. The golden cage that had once protected her had crumbled,leaving her vulnerable and alone but,she needed to survive with her unborn child, Leaving behind a wounded soul seeking justice, she accepted what life holds for her but then,she got entangled with an arrogant boss when she went out for job hunting. Who's he? Leonardo Hernandez,a multi billionaire in his early twenties, a man of good reputation,calm but arrogant dude. He's someone who detest women talk more of them having body contact. Rumour had it that he had a hidden secrets on why he hates woman,but what could that be?? Despite being from a well known family, Lyric had to hide her name from the public and put up with him her new boss,for the sake of her twins. A once arrogant bully becomes a gentle and calm dove. What happens when he gets entangled with Lyrics and discovered he's falling for her? What happens when he also finds out she's having two kids? Will he profess his love or fight against it cos she's mother of two?
Flash Marriage: Becoming My Ex's Stepmother

Flash Marriage: Becoming My Ex's Stepmother

Clara Beaumont stood at the altar of St. Patrick's Cathedral in her couture wedding gown, waiting for her groom. But the space beside her remained empty. Aidan Carlisle, the heir to a Wall Street empire, had just eloped with his mistress, leaving Clara to face New York's elite all by herself. The priest awkwardly suggested a retreat. Her own family looked terrified of the impending social ruin, while the groom's powerful relatives sat in cold, humiliated silence. The press crashed the doors, cameras clicking frantically to capture the pathetic, jilted bride. She was about to become the biggest joke in the city, her reputation completely destroyed by a man who didn't even have the courage to show up. A surge of ice-hot fury burned away her panic. Why should she be publicly executed for Aidan's betrayal? She refused to let him ruin her life while he walked away unpunished. The debt of honor belonged to the Carlisle family, and she was going to collect it. Instead of collapsing in tears, Clara calmly lifted her veil and locked eyes with Aidan's ruthless, billionaire father, Julian Carlisle. "Since your son has chosen to publicly humiliate both our families," her voice echoed through the dead silent cathedral. "Is there a Carlisle man present willing to take his place?" When Julian coldly offered his younger nephews as a fix, Clara shook her head and looked directly at the untouchable patriarch. "No. I choose you."
PROMISED TO BE HIS S** SLAVE

PROMISED TO BE HIS S** SLAVE

WARNING! READERS DISCRETION! This story contains sexual scenes, erotic languages and dramatic characters. Please read at discretion! He is a bad boy, the worst thing that has ever happened to Wales College. His presence breathes trouble, sex, bully and ruin. He is Tony, a radical malefactor feared by all. She is not just dashing, chic, but the most admirable girl at Wales, who is the fancy of every boy. But she hates Tony with uttermost disdain. Ever since he forcefully barged in on her, saw her nakedness and took photos of her pale ass, she has vowed to pin him on the floor and stab him until he breathed his last. She wanted him dead, and she was bent to do it. She despised him greatly, and never wanted his crazy love. Unfortunately for her, she got involved in an auto crash that took the lives of all students on board and almost hers until he came through; the same bad boy, the same enemy; the same enemy. This time he didn’t just come to help her but with a stringent condition. Almost breathing her last, he demanded, “We will have a blood oath. Henceforth you will be my sex slave. If you agree, I will save you from dying in this auto crash.” At death point, she agreed and became his sex slave… But there her childhood lover reappears in her life again; someone she had vowed to marry should she set her eyes on him again her kind of man, her crush, a boy she could die for and had been in love with; TRUE LOVE… How would she sort out his slave master, Tony and be free for true love?
The Sister Who Stole My Life

The Sister Who Stole My Life

My hand trembled, clutching the medical report: pregnant, early stages. My husband, Ethan, believed I was just at the clinic for stress migraines, a convenient lie I’d told him. But as his black SUV pulled up, my childhood best friend, Chloe, sat in the front passenger seat, already claiming her spot. Her bright smile didn’t reach her eyes, and the car reeked of her sharp, new perfume – a scent that soon permeated my home. Ethan, without a word to me, announced Chloe was moving in, effectively turning my penthouse into their private domain. At the gala, Chloe subtly paraded her bond with Ethan, publicly deriding my "paleness" while he dismissed my obvious discomfort, pushing me deeper into the familiar isolation of our college days. I finally confronted him, the raw pain of years of gaslighting and feeling secondary erupting as I slapped him across the face. His shocked expression, followed by Chloe’s feigned concern, solidified the bitter truth: I was an unwanted accessory in my own marriage. How could I have been so blind, so naive, to willingly endure a life where I constantly felt like an outsider looking in? No more. That night, I knew I couldn't bring a child into this charade, choosing to reclaim my freedom and shatter the illusions they had so carefully constructed. I was about to lay bare every ugly secret, every calculated betrayal, and dismantle their world, piece by painful piece.