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The Wedding He Lost

The Wedding He Lost

For eight years, I played the perfect high-society fiancée to Andrew Lester, a man consumed by guilt, whose emotional distance masked a disturbing fixation on his "niece," Molly. I silently endured his self-imposed celibacy, convinced his aloofness was just his penance. But weeks before our wedding, I found a positive pregnancy test in our bathroom trash. It wasn't mine. Hours later, the man who hadn't touched me in years stormed into my bedroom and his hands closed around my throat. "Where is she?" he whispered, desperate, then chillingly revealed, "She's pregnant, Jennifer. With my child." My heart didn't break; it turned to ice as he choked me while begging for the girl carrying his baby. Then, the ultimate betrayal: thrown into our freezing pool by his guards, I watched him comfort Molly, heard him call me a "shield," right before a sharp, agonizing pain erupted. I looked down to see a dark plume of blood in the water. I was losing my baby. I woke in a bare guest room, branded "dramatic" for bleeding out in his pool. Later, Molly, with a smirk, told me she' d removed my roses for her fake allergies and that Andrew only married me "for show." Moments later, she faked a fall into the pool, shrieking about her baby, and Andrew, without hesitation, slapped me across the face, utterly blind to her deception. The sting on my cheek, the taste of blood in my mouth, and his complete devotion to her lie finally shattered my last illusion. He had made his choice. Now, I would make mine.
The Tycoon Marriage Bargain

The Tycoon Marriage Bargain

What if your first visit to Greece lands you into a marriage with the city most wealthiest man. _______ On the day Olivia Thompson got to Greece to visit her boyfriend, she found him getting married to someone else. Feeling hurt and shattered, Olivia decided then and there to get back at him, which is why she agree to marry a stranger in need of a bride. According to Zeno Santorini, all she have to do is to be his wife for a day since it's his grandfather wish to see him married before he dies. Olivia went along with it and perfectly play her role until it came to an end. After saying her goodbye, and leaving Greece, she decided to put everything behind her including her one day marriage. She didn't expect Zeno to chase her down to New York, neither did she expect him to want to continue their marriage. ________ "That's not true! I signed the divorce paper, I am no longer married to you" Olivia yell. "You signed a fake divorce paper which I had made for you, you can check it out to confirm " Zeno held out the paper which she snatch out of his hand to confirm if he is saying the truth. "Why will you trick me? What did you hope to gain by making me sign a fake divorce paper?" Olivia ask. "You" "Huh?" "You see chriso mou, I have come to realise that I am madly into you and that if I let you go, I will be making a very big mistake and that is why I want you in my life and in my arms for good" ________ There's a saying, never trust a stranger but Olivia did and now she has to face the music.
The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal

The Billionaire's Soulmate Betrayal

It ended in a tub of cold, red water, inside the luxurious cabin on Puget Sound Julian called our "gilded cage." For a year, he had tortured me, his wife, driven by the belief my family murdered his high school sweetheart, Summer Hayes, so I could have her heart. My final act was an escape. But death brought no peace. Instead, I hovered, a translucent spirit, watching Julian find my body. I waited for shock, for panic. Instead, a slow, cold smile spread across his handsome face. He didn't rush to my side; he laughed. A guttural sound of pure triumph, tears of victory streaming down his face. My death wasn't a tragedy to him; it was the final act of his revenge. From the shadows, I watched as he scattered my ashes to the wind, declaring me "trash," dismissing my last handwritten note about a chocolate cake without a second glance. I died thinking this was his ultimate victory. But as a silent, weightless shadow, something shifted. I felt his thoughts, intrusive and unwanted, turning from his lost love to me. A terrifying doubt began to blossom: What if his entire crusade, his all-consuming hatred, was built on a horrifying lie? What if his Summer hadn't been murdered at all? I, Elara, the woman he swore was a thief, his greatest enemy, became a prisoner even in death, bound to witness the unraveling of the monster I had foolishly loved. He thought he won, but he was about to learn that my passing wasn't the end of his torment. It was just the beginning. And I would be there, a silent witness, to his agonizing, self-inflicted destruction.
When Love Became A Lie

When Love Became A Lie

The wedding dress, a Parisian dream, hung ready. My guardian, Daniel Hayes, the man stepping into the role of my husband in three weeks, surveyed me with possessive eyes. Everything was perfect, almost too perfect for the girl who lost her parents and world in a fire, only to be taken in by a generous "uncle." Then, his phone buzzed. A name popped up: "Sarah." And beneath it, a picture of a smiling woman and a small boy grinning at the camera, with a message: "Kev and I are waiting. Don't be late." My perfectly constructed world began to crack. He admitted it-Sarah was his fiancée ten years ago, before she left him. I was merely a "substitute," a convenient look-alike to fill the void she left. His affection, his care, our shared love-all a calculated lie. Then, an anonymous email confirmed my worst fears: he was still seeing her, even now, on the eve of our wedding. "You're a monster," I told him, tears streaming down my face. He just stared, unmoved, his voice like ice: "The wedding will go on as planned, Olivia. You will not embarrass me." He wanted me to be a dutiful wife, a pawn in his twisted game. The pre-wedding gala was a public humiliation. Sarah appeared, triumphant, with her son. Daniel, caught between us, didn't defend me. He paraded me before the woman he truly desired. It wasn't just betrayal; it was torture. And then came the ultimate blow: he hit me, in front of them, leading to the devastating loss of our unborn child. Lying in the hospital, my heart hollow, I let him believe his feigned remorse. He wanted to "make it right," to "send them away." He thought he still had me, the forgiving, wounded woman. But the girl who loved him had died in that studio, with our child. A new plan, cold and sharp, began to form in the hollow space where my heart used to be.
COCKPIT

COCKPIT

In the cockpit, watching the captain and co-pilot about to take off, is the right time for 'silent review ' with thoughts of safety procedure but my mind drifted...sandwich between these two identical hot bodies, in this tight space, in this scary weather is the ultimate fantasy. Hmm ... eyes opened and staring at me are deep blue two sets of eyes burning, setting me up on fire or is it to get fired! Keith has been fighting for this fucking control all day and these girls just cannot keep their lips and hands off each other. He is in distress! Now that they are in the bathroom, hoping for a cold shower; they exclaim at the sight of the jacuzzi! They made a show of preparing a warm bath, lavender scents, candlelights and all. Could they be part of Chris' childish scheme? This is pure torture! he is way too horny watching the two girls; sucking, soaping and fondling. He moved closer to join in. They rejected him!! ! Rejected him . . . Sorry, we are here for the sideshow, girls only. Right there, he confirmed his suspicion, the set -up. That fuck retarded Chris ! !! Fuck 'tard Chris !! ! !! He was going to storm out and confront him but saw the bathroom door open; expecting Chris, Chris to burst into laughter! Lisa ....... What the hell is she doing here! With that damn bottle of champagne. He was to say get ....out ..... One of the girls walked up to Lisa and started to undress her. He swallowed hard ...to concentrate on the voices . . . Why not join us for a bath, it's big enough for four. I will help you undress; your outfit is too tight anyway ''. Are those titties real? Can I touch them? Better still, let's drink champagne off those titties...no glass cups anyway.