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The Royal Fake Love
Short stories The fat antisocial Princess...... The handsome jerk prince..... Both have separate personalities and heart but are being forced to merge as one.
Her, Yvonne Anastasia Fredrick the first, daughter to the king of Aurelia and crown princess of Restropia.
Him, Octavia Ashley Julius the third, the crown prince of Restropia and reknowed "flirt king"
It was just an ordinary day in the Kingdom of Aurelia when the messager from the kingdom Restropia arrives with a marriage proposal from the king and Queen seeking for Yvonne's hand in marriage for their son who was yet to find out....
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Yvonne brushed off the mud stain on her gown as she angrily set off to challenge the horse rider, chasing after him with her favorite horse, Thunder, she caught up with him.
"I order you to stop!" She yelled. He who she had chased for the past minutes controlled his horse to make a stop, he climbed down his horse and tied it around a tree, taking a walk to where her horse stood as she looked down at him.
He forced out his sparkling smile that charm every girl's heart that he meet, thinking such charm would work on the lady on the horse, surprises he was yet to find.
"Is there any problem my lady" he said smiling before offering to get her off her horse since he has been sitting there for a while now. Octavio was unaware of the fact that the fat lady he was yet to despise was his crown princess.
He smiled again as he seemed to be winning her over, he didn't care one bit about her size besides his flirty charm was for all sizes.
"My gown.... It's dirty" she said, pointing to where the stain lie not explaining how it was Octavio's concern.
"I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?" He asked, taking a step back so she could get down from her horse by herself.
"Yes... You and that filthy horse of yours stained my dress, you should know that you aren't supposed to ride your horse quickly in that tiny road even as you are a noble" she said, clearly taking it that he dresses well so that places him above commoners and the fact he had access to the slim road from before shows that he was no ordinary person. "As your Princess I would like to show mercy if you apologise to me" she said proudly, she does take pride in letting people know her status while using it to torment them.
Octavio laughed. he recognized her now, the rude lady from before to think he would've really apologise for what he did wrong especially to a lady like her who doesn't even care about people's feelings.
He snubbed her presence and went on to untie his horse leaving the princess to watch the dust..... Such disrespect! La Doña
Romance Lorraine Rivera Garcia (Doña) is a fearless woman with a heart of stone, born into a world where every enemy must fall at her mercy, she remains unstoppable. Even after taking over everything her beloved father left for her, Lorraine thirst for more brings her to the edge where there is no looking back.
Sebastian De León ("La Muertè" which means death) is scorned by the maltreatment that rained upon him and his parents three years ago by the Garcia's and most especially Doña, returns back to seek revenge.
The hunger to be regarded as the top mafia in Esmeralda brings about group clashes, gunfight and assets war. One of them has the upper hand and the other will lose everything.
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Sebastian watched from afar as the woman he saw as sultry and seductive woman takes off her robe and stepped into the warm lake that has been heated by the sun.
He imagined himself running his hands through her soft back while sprinkling showers of water from her forehead and watching it slide to her breast.
Her long hair was what drawed him to her, as they covered her. His whole hold weakened as he saw as she gracefully washed her skin, her eyes caught his attention as she quickly covered up.
"Who are you?" She asked quite rudely for a woman of great poise, though she wasn't wrong to have spoken in that way, the man in question has been staring at her for a while now.
Sebastian knew that if he introduced himself as who he was then there might be trouble. "I am just a lowly servant" he gave a short introduction as to who he wasn't. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, already taking off his shirt and loosening his belt.
Lorraine was stunned by this man's bravery, she was made to wonder if he knew of her identity and seeing that he doesn't, she believed him to be a stranger who is only passing by, probably at his rest stop before heading to his master's house.
"Join me" she heard herself say and Sebastian smiled taking off his trousers, then his his boxers before joining her. You might like
When Love Turns to Ash
Gavin My world revolved around Jax Harding, my older brother's captivating rockstar friend.
From sixteen, I adored him; at eighteen, I clung to his casual promise: "When you're 22, maybe I'll settle down."
That offhand comment became my life's beacon, guiding every choice, meticulously planning my twenty-second birthday as our destiny.
But on that pivotal day in a Lower East Side bar, clutching my gift, my dream exploded.
I overheard Jax' s cold voice: "Can't believe Savvy's showing up. She' s still hung up on that stupid thing I said."
Then the crushing plot: "We' re gonna tell Savvy I' m engaged to Chloe, maybe even hint she' s pregnant. That should scare her off."
My gift, my future, slipped from my numb fingers.
I fled into the cold New York rain, devastated by betrayal.
Later, Jax introduced Chloe as his "fiancée" while his bandmates mocked my "adorable crush"-he did nothing.
As an art installation fell, he saved Chloe, abandoning me to severe injury.
In the hospital, he came for "damage control," then shockingly shoved me into a fountain, leaving me to bleed, calling me a "jealous psycho."
How could the man I loved, who once saved me, become this cruel and publicly humiliate me?
Why was my devotion seen as an annoyance to be brutally extinguished with lies and assault?
Was I just a problem, my loyalty met with hatred?
I would not be his victim.
Injured and betrayed, I made an unshakeable vow: I was done.
I blocked his number and everyone connected to him, severing ties.
This was not an escape; this was my rebirth.
Florence awaited, a new life on my terms, unburdened by broken promises. The Truth About His Mistress
Gavin I was four months pregnant, a photographer excited for our future, attending a sophisticated baby brunch.
Then I saw him, my husband Michael, with another woman, and a newborn introduced as "his son."
My world shattered as a torrent of betrayal washed over me, magnified by Michael's dismissive claim I was "just being emotional."
His mistress, Serena, taunted me, revealing Michael had discussed my pregnancy complications with her, then slapped me, causing a terrifying cramp.
Michael sided with her, publicly shaming me, demanding I leave "their" party, as a society blog already paraded them as a "picture-perfect family."
He fully expected me to return, to accept his double life, telling his friends I was "dramatic" but would "always come back."
The audacity, the calculated cruelty of his deception, and Serena's chilling malice, fueled a cold, hard rage I barely recognized.
How could I have been so blind, so trusting of the man who gaslighted me for months while building a second family?
But on the plush carpet of that lawyer's office, as he turned his back on me, a new, unbreakable resolve solidified.
They thought I was broken, disposable, easily manipulated – a "reasonable" wife who would accept a sham separation.
They had no idea my calm acceptance was not surrender; it was strategy, a quiet promise to dismantle everything he held dear.
I would not be handled; I would not understand; I would end this, and make sure their perfect family charade crumbled into dust. When Love Turns to Vengeance
Gavin My marriage to Mark seemed solid, our life comfortable, until his college reunion.
I was there as the supportive wife, trying to ignore a growing unease.
Then I saw him, too close to Jessica, his high school sweetheart and now his sister-in-law.
The "Ten-Year Love Blueprint" he' d detailed for her-not me-was just the first blow.
That night, I found Jessica kissing my drunk husband in our home, then overheard the devastating truth: her son, Kevin, was Mark' s, not his brother' s.
My perfectly constructed life imploded as Mark dismissed my pain and his mother furiously defended his affair.
A reckless car crash, caused by Jessica, led to my miscarriage; Mark, shockingly, blamed me, then his mother coldly announced, "You weren't strong enough."
Even my own parents, dependent on Mark's generous support, disowned me for daring to expose his betrayal.
Abandoned and broken, the injustice was crushing: how could everyone I loved betray me so completely, leaving me a disposable substitute in a life that was never truly mine?
The agony of losing everything, especially my baby, felt unbearable.
But a fateful accident unexpectedly offered a dark opportunity for ultimate escape and rebirth, transforming me into a vengeful phantom armed with a meticulous plan for absolute justice. Where Concrete Daisies Bloom
Gavin I' d finally done it.
My resignation letter officially landed on Mr. Henderson' s expensive mahogany desk, putting a ruthless period on years of being Ethan Cole' s secret convenience.
But freedom was fleeting.
Isabella, his fiancée and my tormentor, summoned me to Ethan' s TriBeCa penthouse, wielding an old, whimsical sketch of mine like a weapon, then slapped me clean across the face.
Ethan arrived, and instead of defending me, he smoothed Isabella' s perfect, glistening fake tears, dismissing me as someone who "meant nothing" -just "a release."
Emboldened, Isabella snatched my portfolio, spilling my architectural dreams-designs for community centers-and pouring red wine directly onto them, staining my future crimson.
Ethan then tossed a wad of cash at my feet, his voice flat: "For the dry cleaning. Now get out."
I stumbled out into the New York downpour, each raindrop a tiny hammer pounding home the gut-wrenching humiliation of being so utterly worthless to the man I' d loved.
How could he, the center of my naive world, watch as my dignity and dreams were drowned in wine, then casually toss money as if I were a broken possession?
But in that deepest moment of despair, something snapped.
I was done being their discarded convenience, their emotional punching bag; I would disappear and rebuild a life where my peace wasn' t for sale, no matter what it took. His Nasty Little Virgin
viviane *Warning* This book contains explicit content and it's rated 18+. They can be read as standalone as they are all age-gap romances.
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"Oh, please, sir. Please, fuck me!" I screamed in delirium.
The heat from him disappeared for a moment, and I was sad and scared. Where did he go? What had I done wrong now? But he returned, sheathed and ready to plunge into me.
"Oh, thank God," I said breathlessly.
He chuckled a little; slowly he slid in, adjusting me on the sink, aligning me to his dick. Each thrust sent me further into a manic need to come. Perhaps I was screaming, because his hand covered my mouth. For a brief moment, I was frightened. I was panting so hard it blocked my need to breathe, but then his voice was in my ear.
"Come for me, bluebird."
Reborn Into His Regret
Gavin My name is Sarah Miller, and I was on top of the world.
Graduating college, a prestigious journalism internship lined up, and madly in love with Ethan Hayes-the powerful, charming heir.
Life was perfect. A fairy tale, really.
Then, at my graduation party, Ethan dimmed the lights.
He projected intimate photos and videos of us onto a giant screen.
My world shattered.
His cruel smile gone, he announced it was all revenge.
My journalist father, he claimed, had ruined his first love, Olivia, with an exposé, leaving her in a vegetative state.
That night, my father died of a heart attack. My mother followed weeks later.
My internship vanished. I was ostracized.
And I was pregnant with Ethan' s child.
Five years later, my daughter Lily developed aggressive leukemia.
Desperate, I became Ethan' s personal assistant, enduring his and Olivia' s endless torture, even sexual exploitation, just to pay for Lily's treatments.
He even desecrated my father' s grave.
How could I have loved such a monster?
How could one man inflict such unending, calculated pain on an innocent family?
I was just a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance, paying for a 'sin' that wasn't even mine.
The humiliation, the despair, the sheer injustice felt suffocating.
With Lily dying, I entered a high-risk medical trial to fund her last hope, fully expecting to die.
And I did.
Then, I woke up.
It was the day before everything went wrong.
And so did Ethan. Weeks Before My Wedding, My Fiancé Forgot Only Me
Gavin My wedding to Ethan Reed was just weeks away.
After seven years, I was certain of our perfect future.
Then, Ethan claimed "selective amnesia" from a head injury, forgetting only me.
I tried to make him remember, until I overheard his video call.
"Total genius move," he boasted to friends.
His amnesia was a fake "hall pass" to pursue influencer Chloe Vance before our wedding.
Heartbroken, I feigned belief.
I endured his open flirting with Chloe and their taunting selfies.
He mocked my distress, prioritizing Chloe's fake emergency.
After an accident he caused, he abandoned me, injured, choosing to send Chloe to the hospital first.
He even tried to cut me off financially.
How could my fiancé be this cruel, calculating monster?
His betrayal poisoned every memory.
I felt like a fool for trusting such boundless cruelty.
His audacity left me reeling.
But I wouldn’t be his victim.
Instead of breaking, a cold plan formed.
I would shed my identity, become Olivia Carter.
I would disappear, leaving him, my past, and his engagement ring behind forever, claiming my freedom. She Is a Rose From Ruins
Gavin Olivia Miller had finally built her dream, a thriving craft brewery making waves in Austin.
As her new hazy IPA celebrated success, she scrolled Instagram, feeling the quiet satisfaction of a life well-lived.
But that peace was instantly shattered by an anonymous direct message: a photo of her husband, Ethan, intimately tangled with another woman – his own junior analyst, Izzy.
The world tilted as Olivia recognized Ethan' s watch, Izzy' s clinging embrace, and the dim, discreet bar.
This wasn't a misunderstanding; it was proof of months of his chilling indifference, his short texts, and his dismissive "work crises."
He had even abandoned her, terrified, during a severe Texas storm, only to be "safe and sound" with Izzy, later offering Olivia beer he explicitly bought for his mistress.
The sting of being gaslighted, manipulated into believing her instincts were "reading too much into things," was almost worse than the betrayal itself.
How could the earnest boy who made her a lopsided pottery vase, promising eternal devotion under the Texas sky, become this cruel stranger who made her feel utterly erased and "unclean"?
But from the wreckage, a flicker ignited – the fierce, brilliant girl her mother reminded her she still was.
Olivia shed her tears, faced Ethan with cold clarity, and dismantled his lies one by one, refusing his desperate, asset-laden pleas to buy her back.
Now, it was time to close that bitter chapter and start fighting for a future entirely her own. Too Late, Mr. Reed
Gavin Ava Miller, a gifted NYU photography student, was desperate.
Her mother's medical bills were a mountain of debt, burying Ava's dreams.
Salvation appeared in the form of Ethan Reed, a tech billionaire who offered to cover everything – tuition, medical expenses – in exchange for her "companionship" as his muse.
Reluctantly, Ava agreed, finding herself falling for his lavish attentions and grand gestures.
Then, Ethan' s ex-fiancée, Victoria Hayes, returned.
Victoria coldly revealed that every romantic moment Ava cherished was a calculated rerun, a part of Ethan' s elaborate play to win Victoria back.
To prove it, Victoria orchestrated a cruel test: Ava and Victoria would text Ethan with competing emergencies.
Ethan chose Victoria' s.
He dismissed Ava' s plea for help without even reading it.
The illusion shattered.
Ava, pale and humiliated, was publicly paraded as Ethan' s temporary "project," his "plaything" – a means to an end.
It worsened when Victoria callously broke Ava' s late father' s cherished vintage camera, then twisted the truth to Ethan.
He immediately sided with Victoria, punishing Ava by confining her to a remote, stark guesthouse, treating her like a disobedient animal.
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My spirit was crushed.
How could the man I thought I loved be so merciless, so manipulative?
Every grand gesture, every whispered word of affection, was a performance, a lie designed to ensnare me as a pawn in his cruel game.
Why would anyone do something so deliberate, so deeply humiliating?
But the cold betrayal ignited a desperate resolve.
With a late scholarship offer to London' s Royal College of Art, I knew my gilded cage was finally open.
I had to escape this twisted drama, reclaim my life, and maybe, just maybe, find real freedom. A Husband's Betrayal, A Wife's Reckoning
Gavin My Hamptons dream life with Ethan, my rising star finance husband, shattered when masked men invaded our home, leaving me pregnant and terrified.
A month later, my husband’s “fragile” childhood friend, Izzy Vance, suddenly announced her own pregnancy, suspiciously close in timing.
Then came Ethan’s devastating public lie: he claimed Izzy’s baby was his, letting the world believe my child was conceived during the home invasion. My “ordeal baby” became tabloid fodder, and my world imploded.
The man I loved had thrown me to the wolves, prioritizing Izzy’s fabricated image above my real trauma.
He dismissed my pain, my forced abortion, and even my head injury, leaving me bleeding on the street while he rushed to Izzy’s side after a staged accident.
He forced me to donate blood even after my own procedure, and used my public humiliation at a gala to solidify his own hero narrative.
Every interaction became a new cut, cementing my role as the villain in his carefully crafted play.
How could Ethan be so unbelievably blind?
So utterly complicit in my destruction?
The man who promised to protect me had become my greatest betrayer, leaving me broken, grieving, and utterly alone.
But his unwavering faith in Izzy's insidious lies, culminating in her fake accusation of me attacking a pregnant woman, didn't break me. It ignited a cold, steel resolve.
They wanted a lavish baby shower? Oh, I’d bring a gift – a secret that would not only expose their entire charade but detonate their perfect world, ensuring a spectacular downfall for all involved. It was time for my quiet, lethal revenge. 
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