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His Cruelest Game

His Cruelest Game

For three torturous years, I lived as a ghost in my own life. Haunted by the car crash I believed killed my sister, Savannah, and crippled her boyfriend, Ethan, I dedicated myself to his care. He was my tormentor, using my guilt as his chain. Then, one stormy night, I walked into a honky-tonk bar and heard the laughter. It was Ethan, boasting to his friends: "Three whole years she's bought it. Wiping my ass, feeding me like a baby, all because she thinks she crippled me." My world didn't just crack; it shattered when I saw him stand and dance. His paralysis was a lie. My three years of devotion, his meticulous act of revenge. He didn't stop there. He moved me to a dusty tack room, forced me to watch him replace my sister, and then, in a sadistic climax, lured me to a hunting cabin. There, he and his friends humiliated me, filming my terror. Broken, I faked my own death, escaping to Oregon, shedding my identity to become Anna. I found love and a future, finally breathing again. But fate has a cruel sense of irony. Ethan, now truly paralyzed by psychosomatic trauma triggered by my "death," was sent to a clinic in my new city. Our eyes met across a busy street, and his desperate cry, "Sarah!" tore through my new life. He tried to control me again, but I was no longer the girl he broke. Standing tall with the man I loved, I unleashed three years of silenced truth. "You killed Savannah," I declared, exposing his role in her desperation. "And the hunting cabin? You filmed that for amusement!" He stared, utterly defeated, as the truth of his monstrous acts finally consumed him. This time, I didn't run. I stood defiant, free, ready to marry the man who showed me what true love was. My past was behind me, and my own future, filled with quiet happiness, had just begun.
Sold To Mr. Lawson

Sold To Mr. Lawson

It all began with two hundred million dollars. "Going once, going twice, and Selena Moore is sold to Maxwell Lawson!" Because of a certain rule in Cline's auction event, Selena was picked as one of the items that would be bid on. The rule is simple: the winner would get a one-day date with the item they won. Unexpectedly, Selena was bought by Maxwell Lawson—the CEO of Zuiqe—who is infamous for his ruthless and devilish personality. And when she thought the absurdity would end after her one-day date with him, a deal was made between Maxwell and Selena's boss. "I'll collaborate with Mercian. But on one condition." Maxwell smirked. "Give me Selena Moore." Dwaine Scoth, the CEO of Mercian, who is desperate to save his failing company, is blinded by greed and power. He sold Selena—his secretary, friend, and first love—to Maxwell Lawson to save his company. Betrayed by her first love, Selena was forced to become Maxwell's secretary. Although she was confused by his sudden interest in her and his strange behavior, she had already decided to get into Maxwell's wrong side and make him terminate the contract himself. However, "If you're thinking of purposely getting on my bad side to get fired, give it up. Because no matter what you do, I won't let you go." Despite her efforts, Maxwell had no intention of letting her go. Just why is a ruthless man like him too obsessed with keeping her? What sorts of secrets and dangerous love would she get with Maxwell?
Pregnant for the C.E.O

Pregnant for the C.E.O

Pregnant for the C.E.O (He raped me) Meet Jennifer Wilson,a beautiful, fair in completion,tall,curvy lips and have a curvy ass She is an epitome of beauty of whom no guy can resist her She lost her parents both mom and dad when she was 10 years and her wicked step aunt by the name Claire who also lost her husband took Jennie to her home but treat her like a maid Before Jennifer's dad died,he is a rich man who owns companies,land,houses and farmlands but Claire took over everything and still make her life a living hell What happened when aunt Claire sent Jennie in the night and that's how she was raped by the unknown Alex Andrew at his drunk state What will be her faith Alex Andrew populary known as A.A is a rich influencer and owns a branding company,he is to be described as harsh,rude and arrogant He has a girl friend named pink who goes around sleeping with different men's despite the fact that he is rich and handsome Infact every girls crush He was so heartbroken when he caught her for the 10th time cheating on him and had to break up with her and that's how he was drunk and rape the innocent Jennifer As faith brought upon them Alex appointed Jennie as his new secretary without knowing she is the girl he raped due to the darkness of the night both of them can't figure out the person he raped and Jennie the guy that raped her What happened when they get along preety well before she find out she is pregnant Find out in this interesting, romantic story of kween Kik
When The Tesla Called

When The Tesla Called

The automated call from the Tesla came at 10 PM, shattering the illusion of my perfect life with Ryan. "A collision has been detected. The registered owner, Ryan Scott, may be unresponsive." I rushed to the ER, dread gripping my heart, only to find him on a gurney, pale and sweaty. But he wasn't alone; Sylvia, his brother's widow, was clutching his hand, looking disheveled and frantic. Then, my childhood friend, Dr. Andrew Lester, delivered the chilling truth: "There was no collision. Mr. Scott experienced... an acute allergic reaction. Anaphylaxis." A severe latex allergy, exacerbated by "strenuous physical activity." The words hung in the air, heavy and obscene; the pieces clicked into place with sickening finality. It wasn't a car crash. It was sex. In his car. For seven years, I had downplayed my family's wealth, my education, my ambitions, all to prop up the myth of the "self-made" Ryan Scott. For this? His blatant lies the next morning, about "bad shellfish" and needing me to pick up his impounded Tesla, were a cruel joke. The car reeked of stale champagne and cheap perfume, brazenly displaying a high-heeled shoe and a torn silk blouse; his contempt for me was physically manifested. But their sick game was about to change. When Andrew, my childhood friend, quietly appeared at the impound lot, I made my decision. "The marriage. With your family. I told my father yes." My path was set: cold, clear, and utterly decisive.
Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: My Life Without You

Too Late, Mr. Billionaire: My Life Without You

My engagement party, the culmination of five years poured into Ethan Cartwright and our future, was supposed to be my fairy tale. But hiding on the terrace, his voice, cold and dismissive, echoed through the night: "Sarah? She's perfect. Adorably naive, utterly devoted. She won't rock the boat. Won't challenge me. And she certainly won't interfere with Isabelle." The words hit like stones, shattering my world and sending me tumbling into darkness. I woke up with amnesia, the doctor explaining recent memories were gone – Ethan's name meant nothing. But this man, a stranger, kept pushing me, forcing me into public appearances purely for his convenience. At his gala, his actual lover, Isabelle, deliberately pushed me down a grand staircase. I learned later that fall cost me a baby I never knew I carried – *his* baby. Yet, he showed zero concern. Instead, Ethan demanded I issue a public apology for "attacking" Isabelle, threatening to annul our engagement on grounds of mental instability and destroy my family's business if I refused. A man I couldn't even remember was trying to ruin my life, dismissing my pain and accusing me of deceit. The amnesia, meant as a curse, became my liberation. Looking into his empty eyes, I finally spoke, my voice steady: "This is the last thing I will ever do for you. Consider our ties severed." I walked away, leaving behind a life I could no longer remember, eager for a new beginning in Chicago with someone whose warmth offered a fragile promise – Noah Evans.