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Her Pain, His Ultimate Regret

Her Pain, His Ultimate Regret

My team lead looked at my termination letter, unable to meet my eyes. He said it came from the top, nothing he could do. I was the scapegoat for a supposed error, fired from the company because Chloe Davis, Nathan Hayes' s high school sweetheart and co-founder, was back. Suddenly, I saw Nathan get out of his car, holding the door for Chloe with a tenderness he hadn't shown me in ages. Our eyes met, a flicker of something in his expression before it was gone, and he walked right past me without a word, leaving a sharp pain in my chest. I hailed a cab and went to his penthouse, the place I called home, for now. I cooked his favorite meal, sent him a picture, and waited, but he never replied. Days passed. Nathan didn't contact me. I'd been to the hospital three times, my doctor pressing for treatment options, but I kept them hidden. He finally came home, his tension easing when I told him I just had a cold. He pulled my hand to his face, a familiar, intimate gesture, reminding me how easily I mistook habit for affection. After a night of desperate passion, he whispered, "Ava, you're not mad I fired you, are you?" I wasn't. Three years ago, he paid off my mother's gambling debts, turning me into his "kept woman." I was dutiful, obedient, supportive, asking for nothing. He called me his "beautiful bird in a golden cage," the one who could never leave him. Then, Chloe's best friend, Brenda Smith, confronted me, throwing my desperate texts to Nathan in my face. "You're a pathetic homewrecker," she sneered, slapping me hard across the cheek. I ended up in the hospital with a concussion. Nathan came back, but his main concern was Chloe's reputation. "Ava, Chloe is different from you to me," he said, touching my bruised cheek. "Just be good, okay?" The pain was suffocating. I didn't understand how he could be so cruelly indifferent. I closed my eyes, and a single tear escaped. He didn't wipe it away. Our three years together meant nothing. It was all a ghost compared to his "white knight." "Let's break up, Nathan." His jaw tightened. "Ava, break up? Haven't you forgotten our agreement? Unless one of us dies, I am the one who decides when we part ways." I finally understood. To be free, I had to die for him to let me go.
The Runaway Heiress And Her Monster

The Runaway Heiress And Her Monster

With twelve dollars in my bank account and a freezing apartment, my friend forced me into a velvet dress to attend an exclusive underground party for free food. But the night quickly turned into a nightmare when a drunk thug attacked me, nearly strangling me to death in a dark hallway. Just as my lungs burned for air, a terrifying man stepped out of the shadows and shattered my attacker's bones. He was Axel Carrillo, the billionaire owner of the club. But instead of feeling safe, my blood ran cold. His dark, dead eyes perfectly mirrored the wealthy monster who had abused and locked me in a basement years ago. He trapped me in his VIP room, surrounding me with the elite crowd that openly mocked my poverty. I didn't understand why this ruthless billionaire was looking at me like a predator watching its prey. I had barely escaped the nightmare of the rich once; I wasn't going to let another powerful man own my life. Faking a twisted ankle, I stumbled forward, falling directly into his chest. In less than a second, I expertly slipped the thick money clip and custom leather wallet from his pocket, grabbed my broken stilettos, and ran blindly into the freezing night. I used his crisp hundred-dollar bills to pay my overdue rent, locking his silver-crested wallet in my desk drawer. What I didn't know was that Axel had let me steal it, smiling in the dark as he whispered to his security. "Let her keep the bait."
My Billionaire Alliance: A Second Chance at Love

My Billionaire Alliance: A Second Chance at Love

The heavy scent of lilies usually meant a formal dinner, but today, they heralded my future. My parents, William and Catherine Vance, sat across from me, ready to present three velvet boxes, each holding the name of a suitable husband. This was the day they' d chosen my alliance, a fate pre-ordained by family honor and tradition. But I' d lived this day before. Three times, in fact. Ethan Cole, Liam Hayes, Noah Miller-my past husbands-all secretly, desperately, loved just one person. Chloe Davis, the meek and innocent estate manager' s daughter, was the true object of their affection, and I was merely a shield. A convenient placeholder to protect their families from the scandal of marrying "beneath" them. Each of my previous marriages had been a loveless charade, ending in tragedy and their deaths-all linked to Chloe' s endless dramas and manufactured crises. I was discarded, neglected, and used, an unwilling participant in their twisted love story for another woman. My family remained oblivious, pushing me towards another sacrificial alliance. The cold fury of that realization was a bitter taste in my mouth. How could I have been so blind? So utterly disposable? The pain was a familiar ache, but this time, it fueled a quiet resolve. Not this time. Not again. With the knowledge of my past lives, I looked at the three boxes before me and declared, "No." Then, I made my own choice: Blake Sterling, a self-made tech billionaire, an outsider who would be my alliance-and my freedom. This life, I decided, would be different. This time, I would choose my own future.
TO KISS A NOBLE

TO KISS A NOBLE

It was a damn mistake, just one freaking kiss. She had explained. Nobody had listened, their mind was already made up, she's getting married to the prince and that's all!. Karina Collins is just a simple type of girl. She's not from a rich home neither is she from a poor home. Karina works at a coffee shop, in her little town and everybody loves her. Karina loved her life and has always been contented, with it. Never really cared about the reigning shoe or the reigning clothes. Like I said she's your typical simple lovely girl. ************ George Anderson, is your typical kind of rude, arrogant, bitchy guy and most importantly he is a prince. George Anderson's parents had tried everything possible to get him married, but whatever they do always prove abortive. Why? Because he f!cking hates them, for an incident that wasn't their fault. Now, what's happens when a sweet lovely Karina comes from another town to tour the beautiful city of Monaco. What happens when Karina's friend dared her to kiss the next guy she set her eyes on. What happens when Karina goes through with the dare and kissed George, who is a prince unknowingly to her. What happens when there's a funny little rule that whoever steals the prince first kiss gets to be his wife. (Although that's not the prince first kiss. But the first kiss witnessed by his people, so yeah to them it's his first kiss) And finally what happens when Karina is forced to marry the rude arrogant bitchy prince. What happens when the prince ends up hating beautiful Karina for stealing a kiss from him Would the prince hatred turns to love? Would the prince accept her as his wife? Would both opposite characters fall in love?
To Seduce A Cold, Heartless Huntress

To Seduce A Cold, Heartless Huntress

She came in through the window like an angel of the night, so incredibly beautiful––her eyes bright with pure hatred, and her dagger pointing straight at him. Kracus asked, "Who are you? Who sent you!?" Ever so calmly, she responded, "I'm the last face you'll ever see. Tonight, I'll take your life in the most graphic way you could ever imagine." Then, she threw the dagger straight at him. ****************************** Tessera Rinderson is popularly known as 'The Torturer' in the underworld, due to her unmatched skill in inflicting unimaginable pain and torture to her quarries. Just her name alone strikes fear into the hearts of the most merciless crime lords, for all her targets end up dead-some in methods more gruesome, more graphic than one could fathom. She answers to no one, serves no master-a woman with a heart carved out of stone. Humor eludes her; she never learned how to smile. Some argue she possesses no soul; her brown eyes, cold and devoid of life. She marked a new prey, and his name is Kracusian Kingston. A multimillionaire who commands a chain of hotels, and for personal reasons, he has become a special target for her. She harbors an intense hatred towards him to the extent that her entire existence revolves around the day she can finally bring an end to his life. And that day finally came. However, when she goes after him, she is bound to discover that things aren't as they seem with the devilishly handsome multimillionaire. Not only does it seam like everything she'd thought she knew was wrong, but the man tempted her in ways she'd never been tempted before... . . Author's note; If you're looking for a book featuring a villainous kickass heroine-who doesn't know the word 'love' prior to meeting the hero, a quest for revenge packed with action scenes, a well-told love story and highly explicit, vividly described and well detailed steamy(xxx) scenes, then this book is for you. If not...well, feel free to check out the free chapters. Who knows? It might just draw you in-even if it's not your usual read, haha!
Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns

Too Late: The Masked Heiress Returns

Chloe Beaumont's adopted sister, Victoria, handed her a glass of champagne with a sweet smile right before the violent car crash. Victoria and Chloe's fiancé, Asher, left her in the freezing rain with broken ribs and a dislocated arm, certain she would die. When Chloe dragged her bleeding, mud-caked body back to the estate three days later, her family didn't offer a shred of comfort. Instead, Victoria squeezed out fake tears, claiming Chloe had gone insane. "Mother! Chloe came back and started saying these crazy things, and then she attacked me!" Her stepmother slapped her, her brothers called her a disgrace, and her father coldly watched as they accused Chloe of faking her horrific wounds for attention. They even conspired to marry her off to a dying, reclusive heir just to clear the path for Victoria's grand engagement. Looking at their disgusted faces, Chloe's usually warm eyes turned to ice. She finally understood that her own family never cared if she lived or died; they only wanted her out of the way. But she wasn't the weak, naive girl they thought they had broken. Using her hidden skills, Chloe meticulously painted a grotesque, permanent-looking burn scar across her cheek. She picked the lock of her bedroom door and headed straight for Victoria and Asher's lavish engagement party. If they wanted to treat her like a ruined monster, she would use that mask to tear their perfect, glittering world to shreds.