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Dolorita Drinker

10 Published Stories

Dolorita Drinker's Books and Stories

The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge

The Billionaire's Rival: My Sweet Revenge

 Modern
5.0
I had spent two years playing the perfect Stepford Wife to billionaire Brittain Kane, acting as the obedient accessory while he built his empire. I played the fool until I found his second phone, the one filled with messages and photos of a nineteen-year-old hostess. Determined to balance the scales, I checked into the Pierre Hotel and spent twenty-five thousand dollars to hire a high-end male escort. I wanted one night of rebellion to wash away the two years of humiliation and finally even the score. But when the heavy footsteps stopped outside my door, the man who walked in wasn’t the professional I had booked. It was Harrison Juarez—my husband’s most ruthless business rival and supposed "best friend." He stood there in a suit that cost more than my car, holding a screenshot of my scandalous booking on his phone. My blood turned to ice as I realized my carefully constructed exit plan was over. He had the proof, the leverage, and the power to leave me with nothing in a divorce. He mocked my "cheap courage" and told me that sleeping with a hired hand wouldn't hurt a man like Brittain; he’d just pay the guy off and buy me a new car to shut me up. The fear inside me snapped, replaced by a cold, hard clarity. I looked at the man who held my life in his hands and realized he wasn't there to expose me. He was there because he was petty, effective, and wanted to destroy Brittain just as much as I did. "If you really want to make Brittain Kane lose his mind," Harrison whispered, his voice rough against my ear, "you don't need a gigolo. You need me." I didn't hesitate. I reached into my bag, pulled out my husband’s black Centurion card, and tossed it at my husband's greatest enemy. I told him to book the most expensive penthouse in the city, because if I was going to ruin my marriage, I was going to do it on Brittain’s dime with the one man he feared most.
Bought By The Man Who Hates Me

Bought By The Man Who Hates Me

 Modern
5.0
I sat at a mahogany table in River Oaks, clutching the strap of a pilled black dress from a life I’d lost five years ago. I was an exile in a world of old money, just trying to survive a dinner party I didn't belong in. Then the doors opened, and Baron Lowery walked in. He was no longer the boy I’d loved, but a powerful man with eyes like a storm front. When the host asked if we’d met, Baron didn't even blink. "I don't know her," he said. The erasure was a physical blow. His new girlfriend spent the night mocking my "quaint" legal aid work and calling me a washed-up gold digger. Baron didn't defend me; he watched my humiliation with a cold, predatory stillness. During a game of Truth or Dare, he stared me down, waiting for a confession. To protect his career and the secret of my father’s federal crimes, I looked him in the eye and told the ultimate lie: "No regrets." He retaliated by pinning me against a concrete wall in a dark stairwell, crushing his mouth to mine in a kiss that felt like a punishment. He told me I wasn't worth the effort and left me. I retreated to my real life—a moldy trailer and a blackmailer named Harvey who was forcing me into a marriage to save my father from prison. I thought I’d hit rock bottom until Baron’s silver Bentley pulled up to my slum. He didn't come to apologize. He flipped open a checkbook, scribbled fifty thousand dollars, and held it out like I was a common streetwalker. "One night," he demanded. "Do whatever I say, and it's yours." I looked at the man I’d sacrificed my entire soul for and realized he’d finally become the monster I'd tried to save him from. I shoved the check back in his face and ran into the rain, leaving the billionaire staring at the trailer park, unable to understand why the "gold digger" he hated so much wouldn't take his money.
The Architect Who Rose From Ashes

The Architect Who Rose From Ashes

 Romance
4.3
I died of a broken heart while my fiancé, Kade, was busy comforting his "best friend" over a cold. When I opened my eyes, I was back at our engagement party, ten years in the past. I didn't hesitate. I took off the ring and called it quits. But Kyla wasn't letting go that easily. She deliberately ate a peanut cookie, faking a severe reaction to frame me. Kade didn't ask questions. He looked at me with pure hatred. "You monster! You knew she was allergic!" He even blamed me for his driver's sudden heart attack, screaming that I was a murderer who deserved to be ruined. I didn't defend myself. I didn't cry. I simply boarded a plane to London and vanished from his life. Thirteen years later, I returned as a world-renowned architect. Kade, who had finally uncovered the truth and spent a decade in silent penance, fell to his knees begging for a second chance. I looked at the man who had once been my world and smiled coldly. "I forgive you, Kade. But the Harper who loved you is dead. You killed her yourself."
Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret

Too Late For The Ruthless Don's Regret

 Mafia
5.0
The crystal chandelier swayed violently above the dinner table. In that fraction of a second, time seemed to stop. My husband, Dante, didn't hesitate. He didn't reach for me. He dove across the table, tackling his "fragile" first love, Mia, to the floor. He shielded her body with his own. Gravity took over. The heavy metal slammed into my legs, crushing them instantly. While I lay buried under the debris, bleeding into the beige carpet, Dante was screaming for a medic—because Mia had a paper cut. It wasn't the first time he chose her. He had run my taxi off the road because she faked a fall. He gave her my dying father's antique rosary just because she thought it was a pretty accessory. But the final blow wasn't physical. While Dante was at a hotel comforting Mia through a "nightmare," he ignored the urgent calls to authorize my father's bone marrow transplant. My father died alone of infection because Dante was too busy playing hero to a liar. When Dante finally returned to the penthouse, expecting me to be waiting there to beg for his forgiveness, he found the house silent. He found the signed divorce papers in the fireplace. And then, he found the death certificate dated three days ago. I didn't leave a note. I didn't leave a fight. I just left him with the silence he deserved, and vanished into the night.
From Unwanted Wife To Unreachable Queen

From Unwanted Wife To Unreachable Queen

 Mafia
5.0
The day my guardian, Dante Moretti, announced his engagement was the day I started planning my death. Not a literal one, but the death of the girl who had orbited his world for ten years. He was the Don of the Moretti family, the man I'd secretly loved since I was a child. But with his new fiancée, Sofia, on his arm, he began to erase me. He even forgot my severe allergy, gifting me a watch that would blister my skin. He had ripped apart the diary where I confessed my love for him. "I am your guardian," he'd spat. "Do not ever cross that line again." Yet one night, drunk and stumbling, he crashed his mouth onto mine, his hands roaming my body as he pushed me against the wall. He groaned, but the name that escaped his lips wasn't mine. "Sofia..." When I screamed my own name—Elara—he shoved me away in horror. He wasn't horrified by his betrayal, but by the fact that he'd kissed the wrong woman. That was the final straw. I took the acceptance letter to a university in Toronto that I had kept hidden like a prayer. I called my estranged father and booked a one-way ticket. This time, I would burn my old life to the ground and leave nothing but ashes behind.
The Unlucky Twin's Unseen Path

The Unlucky Twin's Unseen Path

 Romance
5.0
From the moment I was born, a tiny, almost invisible birthmark behind my left ear sealed my fate. My mother, living by old superstitions, saw it as a bad omen, setting me apart from my identical twin, Sophia. She became the family favorite, showered with love and opportunity, while I became the "unlucky" one, living in her shadow with a nanny on a forgotten corner of our estate. Then, the unimaginable happened: Liam Davis, the adopted son of a powerful political figure, was at our family dinner, when he was never supposed to be there. And Sophia, my identical twin, who was supposed to marry the tech CEO Ethan Vance, shocked everyone by declaring her choice: she would marry Liam Davis. Sophia, with a smug, triumphant smile, later cornered me, "I told you I wanted your life. This time, I'm taking the right path from the beginning. Liam's power, his influence... it will all be mine. You can have the bankrupt tech genius." Her words chillingly confirmed it: she remembered everything from our first life, just like me. In that past life, I was married off to Liam Davis, a cold, distant man whose political ambition was built on secrets and ruthless tactics. His rise to power was bloody, leaving me a shield against his enemies and enduring constant humiliation in the shadows. Sophia had seen only the glamorous result, not the treacherous path, blindly envying my hard-won position. She thought marrying Liam was her shortcut to the life she deserved. Now, she believed she was seizing a better future, unaware that she was stepping into the very hell I had endured. She had chosen Liam, but she hadn't chosen the man he became with me. And I, the "unlucky" twin, was left with Ethan Vance, the supposed "bankrupt tech genius" destined for ruin. But I refused to be a passive victim again. This time, I knew the game, and I understood Sophia' s blindness. She wanted my old life? She could have it. Because this time, I would choose my own path. And maybe, just maybe, this "failed" marriage might hold a secret I never anticipated.
Fiancée's Fury, Sister's Shame

Fiancée's Fury, Sister's Shame

 Modern
5.0
The California sun felt like a fresh start, a golden promise for my new life as an architect in LA, working alongside my successful older brother, David. But that promise shattered the moment my phone buzzed with an unknown number. "So you' re the one," a cold voice sneered, "The little sister who' s trying to sleep with her brother." My mind reeled. David, engaged? He never told me. And then this woman, Chloe, his fiancée, accused me of being a "homewrecker," her words laced with venom. The next morning, she escalated, posting a photo of David and me in our office' s company-wide chat, publicly branding me as someone with "no shame." "You' re not his 'sister.' You' re not related by blood at all," she broadcasted, twisting the truth of my adoption into a weapon, exposing our private family history to my new colleagues. I turned to David, my protector, expecting him to defend me. Instead, he simply messaged, "Sarah, don' t engage. Just ignore it. You' re making it worse." His inaction was a betrayal, a chilling realization that the brother I idolized was letting me be publicly humiliated, prioritizing "image" over my dignity. What kind of monster would weaponize family history? And why was David, my anchor, abandoning me to the storm? I knew then that this wasn't just a jealous fiancée; this was a battle, and my cherished brother was on the wrong side.
AI Love, Real Betrayal

AI Love, Real Betrayal

 Romance
5.0
The final code for "True Love AI" glowed on my office monitor, a perfect symbol for my perfect life: successful tech CEO, marrying the woman I' ve loved for five years in seven days. Then Olivia called, her voice flat, devoid of warmth. "Ethan, can you come home? We need to talk." When I arrived, she dropped a bomb: she couldn' t marry me. She had to marry Daniel Reed, her ex-boyfriend, to fulfill his "deceased mother' s dying wish." My world fractured. This multi-million dollar AI, this sprawling estate, our perfect future-all secondary to some archaic notion of filial piety. And then came the sting: she wanted me to fund their wedding, a casual request for $50,000 for "arrangements." How could she betray me so utterly, and then demand I finance her new life? Could she truly be so cold, so transactional, after everything? But as I stared at her audacious texts, a small detail from a shared photo clicked into place. If she saw my love as a tool for manipulation, then I, Ethan Miller, would return the favor. My wedding would proceed as planned, but she wouldn' t be the bride.
The Toxic Inheritance: Sisters Forged in Fire

The Toxic Inheritance: Sisters Forged in Fire

 Sci-fi
5.0
The crystal decanter felt heavy in my hand as I prepared to strike my sister, Gabby, believing she had betrayed our family. Suddenly, glowing blue messages appeared before my eyes, revealing a shocking truth: I was being played, and my brother Ethan and our supposed sister Nicole were orchestrating a cruel frame-up. My world shattered as I watched them feign innocence, and Ethan, caught in his lie, spitefully ordered Gabby to be locked in the terrifying wine cellar, a place of profound trauma for her. The realization that I had been a blind participant in my family' s monstrous charade, that I had stood by while Gabby was tormented, hit me like a physical blow. But seeing Gabby's pure terror, and knowing Ethan had tortured her for weeks, something cold and sharp hardened inside me: I was done feeling guilty; I was going to turn her into a weapon.
Life Beyond Constraints

Life Beyond Constraints

 Romance
5.0
Father is addicted to gambling and abusive; mother is promiscuous. I am the result of their impulsive decision one night, and they did not want me. My grandparents took me back home. But my life did not get much better. I was abused by my uncle's family and bullied by classmates. It wasn't until my third year of junior high school that a transfer student came to our school, a troublemaker who skipped classes, drank and fought. When I was dragged into the bathroom and about to be bullied again, he stood in front of me.