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Leo Fairchild

12 Published Stories

Leo Fairchild's Books and Stories

They Stole Everything: Now I Take

They Stole Everything: Now I Take

 Modern
5.0
For seven years, I was a prisoner in a wheelchair, and my husband, Carter, was my devoted savior. After the accident that stole my legs, he fed me, bathed me, and carried me. He was my entire world. Then I discovered his secret: he was having an affair with Jade, the daughter of the man who crippled me. My "recovery" smoothies weren't for healing; they were laced with sedatives to keep me weak and dependent. When I confronted them, Jade pushed me down the stairs. As I lay bleeding on the cold marble floor, I felt a sharp, agonizing pain. I was losing our baby. Carter looked down at me with disgust. "You're pathetic, Alayna. Stay here and rot." He walked out, leaving me to die. But I didn't die. My family found me. And as I slowly, miraculously, learned to walk again, the broken wife he knew was gone. They took my legs, my child, and my trust. Now, I would take everything from them.
His Unwanted Trash, The Rival's Treasured Queen

His Unwanted Trash, The Rival's Treasured Queen

 Mafia
5.0
Four years ago, I melted my skin into the asphalt to pull Julian Moretti from a burning wreckage. I spent years in the shadows, nursing him back to health, hiding my scars while he reclaimed his title as the Underboss of New York. But on the way to our wedding, everything shattered. Estelle Russo, the woman who caused the crash that ruined me, complained of a stomach ache in the limousine. Julian didn't hesitate. He ordered the driver to stop on the shoulder of the highway. "Get out," he barked at me, his eyes cold. He forced me out of the car in my wedding gown, leaving me stranded in the dust and exhaust fumes just so Estelle could lie down on the seat. "Take a cab to the church," he sneered before speeding away. He didn't just leave me on the road; he abandoned me at the altar to hold the hand of the woman who had once tried to kill him. He called our relationship a "debt" he was tired of paying. I stood there, the lace of my dress heavy with humiliation, realizing I was never his Queen—I was just his collateral damage. I didn't call a taxi. Instead, I pulled a burner phone from my bodice and dialed the one number that would end his reign. "The deal is live," I whispered. "He chose her." I stripped off the wedding dress, climbed over the guardrail, and stepped into the black sedan waiting to take me to his greatest enemy.
Crown of Wrath

Crown of Wrath

 Mafia
5.0
Amelia Hopewell was found by her biological father and brought home. That same day, she discovered a bodyguard, Edmund Nash, barely clinging to life after being tormented by the false heiress. She used half her blood to save him. Later, when Amelia's father fell gravely ill, all the family's assets were secretly frozen by a notorious crime lord. In desperation, Amelia sought Edmund's help. Instead, she witnessed the crime lord's second-in-command standing respectfully before him. "Mr. Nash, if Miss Hopewell's father doesn't get surgery within three hours, he won't survive," the man said. "The company's success owes much to the money Miss Hopewell gave you. Are you sure you won't reveal your true identity to her?" he asked. Edmund toyed with an expensive sapphire necklace, his eyes cold and detached. "For the next three hours, ensure Amelia Hopewell doesn't borrow a single penny," he ordered. "Rosalyn said if Amelia's father gets the surgery, she won't let me step foot in her room again. What a vengeful little girl." Amelia realized the crime lord who had been crushing her family's business for three years was none other than her beloved fiancé, Edmund Nash. Upon learning the truth, Amelia dialed the number of her former subordinate, "I want Edmund ruined in three days!"
The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

The Surgeon's Debt: Bound To The Beast

 Romance
5.0
I was a surgeon on the most luxurious ship in the world, scrubbing my hands until they were raw to forget the name Ye Jiuting and the past I’d left behind. But at 2:15 AM, Room 404 became my graveyard when a federal agent flatlined on my table, and the world I’d built turned into a nightmare. The nurse handed me a syringe she swore was a standard antibiotic, but the ship’s medical files had been scrubbed to hide a fatal allergy. Before the body was even cold, the widow was screaming murder, and the ship’s foreman, Huston Lyons, was at my throat with a predatory grin. "You killed him, Doctor," Huston sneered, "and on this ship, people like you tend to disappear overboard." When I tried to prove the syringe was clean, Huston’s brutal grip forced the needle into my own arm, injecting me with a lethal stimulant that sent my heart into a violent, scorching frenzy. I fled into the bowels of the ship, my vision warping and my lungs burning, while a ship-wide announcement declared a five-million-dollar bounty on my head. Every desperate gambler and debt-ridden crew member was now hunting me like an animal for a chance at a clean slate. I didn't understand how the digital records could lie or why a routine dose had been replaced with poison. Was I a target, or just a convenient scapegoat for a conspiracy much larger than a single death? Just as the mercenaries were about to drag me to a black site, Clinton Collier, the terrifying "King of the Leviathan," stepped out of the shadows and claimed my life as his own. "She is my Caretaker now," he declared, wrapping a black silk ribbon around my neck to mark me as his exclusive property. I had escaped the gallows only to be collared by a monster, but as I felt his madness recede under my touch, I realized that being his only cure was the most dangerous weapon I possessed.
The Broken Architect's Fiery Revenge

The Broken Architect's Fiery Revenge

 Werewolf
5.0
My fiancé, Dereck, told me a construction accident had shattered my dominant hand, ending my career as an architect. But drifting in a drugged haze, I overheard the truth. It wasn't an accident. He had paid the doctor to cripple me, to make me a "broken architect" so I could never leave him. I soon discovered his real reason: a secret son with his lover, Kacey. He was building their family while destroying my life. At a party celebrating the "adoption" of his own child, Kacey framed me for an attack. Dereck and his family called me a worthless disgrace in front of everyone. He thought he had broken me. He thought he had erased me. He was wrong. I faked my own fiery death, leaving him to rot in his guilt while I prepared my revenge.
The Man She Threw Away

The Man She Threw Away

 Romance
5.0
"I'll do it," I told my father, agreeing to an arranged marriage to save our failing family business. It was a lifeline. But then my mother mentioned Chloe, and the truth, raw and ugly, began to unravel: my five-year relationship, the company we built together, everything was a lie. I had given up my dream career, poured my savings and energy into "O'Connell & Davis Design" for a love I thought was real. But Chloe had always seen me as a stand-in, a "successful and stable" version of her childhood crush, Noah Vance. I discovered their secret chats, their intimate moments, and the chilling realization that my entire existence in her life had been a performance. Even my grandmother's redesigned engagement ring, a symbol of my intent, was just another prop in her twisted game. She brazenly claimed it as hers, desperate to maintain her illusion. The depth of her betrayal, the calculated deceit, left me hollow. My love, my sacrifices, our shared future-all reduced to a cruel joke. In the face of her desperate attempts to reel me back in-her feigned distress for Noah, her oblivious claims of love-I cut all ties, walked away from our shared life, and embraced a future with the formidable Isabella Rossi, a woman who had seen my worth all along.
Her Second Chance at Vengeance

Her Second Chance at Vengeance

 Romance
5.0
The last thing I remembered was the cold, my body broken, kneeling in the snow at Chloe Davis' s memorial. I was Olivia Reynolds, a tech heiress who gave everything for Julian Thorne, only for him to shatter my soul. He built a digital shrine to his "dead" ex-girlfriend in our home, forcing me to chant repentance for sins I didn' t commit, mourning a woman whose supposed death catalyzed his public transformation into a guru. This relentless torment led to my miscarriage, the loss of our unborn child, and ultimately, my own lonely death. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back in the bridal suite of the Grand Astoria Hotel, on my wedding day, the scent of gardenias filling the air. The day it all began, again. Julian walked in, his charming smile now turning my stomach. "Olivia, my love," he said, "I need to talk to you about Chloe." He spun the same manipulative tale from my past life, claiming Chloe was leaving the country forever and he needed to see her "one last time" for "our future." He called it a sacrifice we had to make, together. The same sacrifice that had made me the lamb on his altar before. I remembered his cruelty, my empty crib, my parents' grief, Ethan' s vacant eyes after Julian destroyed his life. He had been reborn too, and knew. But this time, I wouldn't be so foolish. I wouldn't cry or beg. I would give Julian exactly what he thought he wanted: my blessing to go.
Poisoned Love, Calculated Death

Poisoned Love, Calculated Death

 Billionaires
5.0
The yacht' s engine faded, leaving me stranded on a desolate island. My fiancé, Liam, and my adoptive sister, Brittany, had promised a celebratory pre-wedding adventure, but they left me there to die. For ten agonizing days, the emergency beacon on the smartwatch Liam gave me, supposedly a symbol of his protection, blinked unseen. He ignored my desperate signal, the battery dying, my hope dwindling with each passing hour. My leg was shattered, twisted at an unnatural angle from a wild boar attack, leaving me crippled and starving, death a patient shadow. Then, a man emerged from the jungle, a rugged survivalist named Jax, who became my savior, tending my wounds and feeding me. I fell for him, hard and fast, believing fate had replaced a false love with a real one. One night, the pulsing light of a satellite phone deep in the jungle shattered that illusion. I crawled to his hidden bunker, and heard Jax–whose real name was Jason Cole–reporting to Brittany, confirming my worst fears. "I need to stay here to ensure she doesn' t escape and challenge the heiress for her inheritance," he said, his voice cold and professional. Brittany' s chilling reply echoed through the night: "Just make sure it' s clean. No traces. The island will take care of the rest." My savior was my jailer, every kind gesture a calculated lie, every moment a performance. He was poisoning my wound, making sure the island would be blamed for my slow, agonizing death. But I wasn't just a victim; I was an architect, and I could build a storm. Sneaking into his high-tech bunker, I manipulated satellite weather data, designing a phantom hurricane aimed directly at the island. My fabricated storm was my only ticket off this island, but first, I had to survive the real monster trapped with me.
When the Dutiful Wife Unveils Her Trap

When the Dutiful Wife Unveils Her Trap

 Billionaires
5.0
For years, I played the part of the dutiful, soft-spoken wife, even though my family's wealth could buy and sell my husband's entire town. I worked a low-paying job, pretending every dollar counted, all to soothe Brian's fragile ego as we saved for our daughter Stella's private school. Then, a cold notification shattered the illusion: our $150,000 in savings was gone. Brian flinched, then confessed: he'd given every penny to his mother, not for an emergency, but to buy a house for his deadbeat brother, Ryan, and his pregnant fiancée, Gabrielle. My daughter's future, sacrificed for their shameless greed. But instead of the tears and accusations Brian expected, a calm, terrible clarity washed over me. I smiled, a slow, understanding smile, and pretended it was "just money." As his family's demands for a lavish wedding escalated-a Tiffany ring, the Four Seasons, a luxury car-I played along, promising my "uncle's" company would handle it. Then, I unveiled my masterpiece: a "fake divorce" to access a multi-million-dollar trust fund, a lie so tantalizing even Brian's avaricious mother mortgaged her house for the wedding deposits. They thought they were fleecing a naive fool. They had no idea they were walking into a meticulously laid trap, designed to utterly ruin them. Tonight, at the wedding, the truth will come out, and they will pay for every penny.
Scarlett's Shadow: A Broken Man's Redemption

Scarlett's Shadow: A Broken Man's Redemption

 Modern
5.0
The wedding ring was still cold on my finger when Scarlett, my brand new wife, tossed her phone on the bed. Our Hawaii honeymoon? Canceled. A "business opportunity" came up, she said, already pulling out a sleek black dress. Just a few hours after saying "I do," my world was already shrinking to fit hers. Then came the real unraveling. Left behind in a chaotic foreign riot by the very woman I married and her trusted assistant, I survived hell. I was beaten, starved, and left for dead. When I finally crawled back home, battered and scarred, Scarlett didn't offer comfort – she threw stale pretzels at me and watched with disgust as I ate them off the floor like an animal. Later, she even shoved me down a flight of stairs, leaving me with a ruptured spleen. My life, my love, my very existence was just an inconvenient asset to her. How could the woman I' d loved my entire life treat me like garbage, or worse, a public relations problem? Why was I always the one left broken while she walked away clean? But when her assistant, Dylan, showed up to gloat about orchestrating my near-death experience, confessing every twisted detail of his plan to get rid of me right in front of Scarlett, everything changed. He thought he had manipulated them both, but he made one fatal mistake. Scarlett had finally learned, the hard way, who the real villain was. And now, it was her turn to decide who she was.
From Naive to Ruthless

From Naive to Ruthless

 Romance
5.0
The bell above my clinic door jingled. I was Dr. Hayes, a woman who' d finally built a life, a stable family. Pregnant with our planned baby, I believed my husband, Mark, was as excited as I was. Then Chloe, a seemingly confident student, walked in with a smile that felt sharp, unpleasant. "I'm Chloe. Mark's student," she stated, then pushed up her sleeve. There, a fresh tattoo: an infinity symbol intertwined with our anniversary date. "Mark got one too," she purred, "Matching. Cute, right? He said it symbolized forever. Our forever." My stomach clenched, the air left my lungs. That night, Mark played the doting husband, his hand resting on my pregnant belly. But I smelled her perfume, faintly. Days later, I watched on our car's security camera as Mark drove to Chloe's apartment, not a "faculty meeting." I heard him tell her, "Poor Evie. So trusting... Evie' s predictable, a bit naive." He laughed with her, calling my past, my pain, "clingy." Then came Chloe' s texts: a photo of Mark in her bed, followed by a box of my childhood cookies. "He got them for me," she wrote, "Said they reminded him of sweet, innocent things. Guess I' m his new sweet thing." He saw me as the damaged girl from the group home, easily fooled, not the woman I'd become. The man I believed saved me from my past used it to mock me with his mistress. How could I bring our baby into a home built on such casual, callous lies? The trusting, hopeful Evie was gone. I called a clinic, then a ruthless lawyer. This time, I was playing for keeps.
Breaking Free From Her Chains

Breaking Free From Her Chains

 Modern
5.0
Ethan Miller stared at divorce papers, trapped in a marriage that promised everything but delivered only a polite, desolate void. For years, his wife, Ava Harrison, remained an untouchable enigma, her dedication to charity work a fortress against intimacy. Then, a soft sigh from her private "sanctuary" – the music room – shattered the façade. Ethan found Ava enraptured, whispering Liam's name, clutching a silver toy, surrounded by childhood photos of her adopted brother, exposing a dark, incestuous truth. This wasn't just bizarre; it explained his unconsummated marriage, his role as a convenient "prop." Later, Liam, her enabler, attacked Ethan with a broken bottle, then brutally beat him, while Ava prioritized her brother and the family name, dismissing Ethan's agony as "accidents." Why was he a fool, discarded and abused, while his wife protected a monster? His love, once a perfect score, had been systematically, ruthlessly chipped away by betrayals, leaving only raw, unbearable emptiness. With nothing left, Ethan signed the papers, packed his bag, and walked out of the gilded cage, finally free. He chose a new life in London, leaving behind the chilling memory of Ava' s last, desperate text: "Liam needs you. Come back."