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Losting my feelings
Romance The surroundings are noisy as I make my way home, umbrella in hand, I hurry to shore up the potholed road as the children run.
The rain is getting stronger but the people here don't care about the approaching typhoon.
They continue to rush down the road.
Most of the ones I see are gambling on one side, on the other side drinking while singing.
In other words, it's like a fiesta here where I live.
I closed the umbrella before going home. But what appeared to me again was the mother holding a card.
They gamble here inside the house with gossips like him, I put the umbrella behind the door. I haven't even gotten far from my mother calling my name.
"Natasha!" I looked at my mother who was in the living room, I heard the heavy rain while waiting for what she had to say.
"Yes?"
"Come here!" I sighed and approached the mother, when I was at her side she easily extended her palm.
"Give me money!"
"Yes?"
”Are you deaf now, Natasha? Aren't you now getting paid at the bakery!”
"Yes mother, but I will sell this medicine to father.."
"I'll buy it, mine!"
I didn't want to hand the money to my mother, she was dealt a card and I knew that my hard work could only be lost in two weeks.
"Don't worry, I'll buy it from outside.." he gave me a bad look, at this time I knew there was nothing I could do.
”Are you bossing me around this house, Natasha!”
"N-not like that, mother.."
"Then give him your money!"
I felt bad when I snatched more than three thousand from my old bag. I cried when I handed it to mom as I felt hunger in my stomach.
"Is this all?"
"O-opo.." my voice screamed.
"Oh, he is! There are vegetables in the kitchen, cook them and feed them to your father first!"
My body is heavy when I turn my back on my mother, in this house I am the first born. It's not just the firstborn, the cook, the laundress and the cleanliness of the surroundings.
At the age of seventeen, the word social did not resonate with me.
I scratch not for myself, but also for my family that I don't know if they consider me family.
"Sister!" the youngest girl came up to me, smiling. ”Did you buy me slippers?” I nodded at this, smiling slightly.
”Yes, it is on the side of the door. Just take it..”
"Yes!" he happily ran out, I headed to the table where the wrapped mixed vegetables were.
After a while, my youngest brother screamed again, he entered the kitchen.
"Sister, this is not what I want!" twelve year old chloe grumbled. I was only able to buy a simple slipper because I only fit it in my closet earlier, I couldn't buy the expensive sandals he wanted for his studies.
"Next time sister will buy what you want, hm?"
"I do not want!" he threw a pair of slippers on the floor. "That's yours, your promise is useless!" he turned and stared at me, my throat was closing as he slowly looked at the slippers that had been bought.
If they are they can afford to waste money on such things, but I am. I almost looked for and chased the money just to give and make them happy. But I didn't hear even the slightest thanks.
I let out a heavy breath, picked up the slipper and set it aside.
Before I could start, mother entered the kitchen.
"What a shame you are acting, Natasha!" from the tone of his voice I knew he lost the gamble, I prayed that he didn't regret the money I gave him earlier.
"You only gave me three thousand, isn't your salary around four thousand!"
"I'm budgeting because that's the money I have left over.."
"Ah then, you have a budget while we are here without money?!"
"I have already given you the salary, father's medicine is only one thousand.."
"How about a thousand, I'll buy a month's worth of his medicine. How can I pay for the electricity if you don't give it enough!”
”I broke it last week, didn't I? The electricity has been paid..”
He slammed the table in front of me. ”I bought a lot with that money, I haven't paid yet!” I closed my eyes because of the problems he throws at me, I'm not the first born, I should take everything. He won't even help me with the expenses, he'd rather lose it in gambling.
"Your money is mine!"
"Mother.."
”You will not give it!” tightly holding my arm, his long nails digging into it as he glared at me. "They feed you there at work, don't they!"
"P-per in--"
"Said mine!" He forced me to grope, but because I moved away I didn't accidentally push the mother.
"Ouch!" he sat down on the floor, grimacing as he held his hips. He looked up at me, his gaze evil.
”Are you fighting me now?!” he stood up.
"N-no mom, I-I didn't mean it.."
"You're useless!" he pulled my hair, I almost cried as he dragged me out of the house. That's when the father came out, struggling to move the wheel of his wheelchair while calling the mother's name.
"Helda!" I heard my father's voice from outside, but my mother was angry with me and pushed me down outside our shack.
"Get out of here, don't come back until you have money!"
Tears flowed from my eyes, before I could stand up, mother marched into the You might like
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He hesitated, staring at me, then called my rival Liam Hewitt.
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My best friend, Vivian Green, slipped her arm through Cayden's, looking every bit like a couple in love.
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Viviene Trigger/Content Warning:
This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised.
It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language.
This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire.
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"Take off your dress, Meadow."
"Why?"
"Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost."
••••*••••*••••*
Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance.
One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring.
Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel.
He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch.
Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed.
She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge.
But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming.
Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything.
Alaric doesn't share what's his.
Not his company.
Not his wife.
And definitely not his vengeance.
Married to the man behind the camera
Happygirl Zoey Patel has spent her life on Hollywood's sidelines writing scripts no one reads while working odd jobs to keep her father's failing film studio alive. Her dreams of success are fading... until Liam Blackwood walks in.
Liam the cold, commanding billionaire producer everyone fears. A man with steel-gray eyes, a ruthless reputation, and a broken heart buried under scandal. His latest film is drowning in bad press, and his board gives him an ultimatum: fix your image or lose your empire.
His solution? Marry an ordinary woman who can make the world see him as human again.
His choice? Zoey.
The terms are clear-six months, fake smiles, and no real feelings. She gets the money to save her father's studio. He saves his career. Easy.
Until the cameras start following them everywhere. Until his ex, Cassandra Voss, whispers poison in Zoey's ear. Until the man who swore he didn't believe in love starts touching her like he means it. Protecting her like she's his. Kissing her like the marriage isn't fake at all.
But in Hollywood, secrets never stay buried. When their contract leaks, Zoey becomes the target of a brutal media storm. Betrayed and humiliated, she walks away, convinced every kiss was a lie.
Liam Blackwood doesn't beg. He doesn't chase. But for Zoey, he'll do both. He'll risk his fortune, destroy his enemies, and shatter every wall he's built just to prove their love was real all along.
In a city where every smile is scripted and every heart is guarded, one truth remains
The most dangerous role they've ever played is falling in love.
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Aurora Rose In the eighteen years of her life, Brianna had endured relentless abuse from her family, living in constant fear.
One fateful day, two dignified figures approached her and revealed a shocking truth: she was their long-lost daughter, heiress to the wealthiest family in the city-the Owens.
Desperate for love and acceptance, Brianna hoped to escape her past. Instead, she fell victim to Cassie, a cunning impostor who manipulated their parents against her while feigning distress. Rather than forging a connection with her real family, Brianna found herself betrayed and isolated.
When a car accident left Brianna in a vegetative state, she found herself able to listen to everything around her, though unable to respond. Bitterly, she realized her parents didn't care for her; they visited just once.
A month later, Cassie visited, disconnecting the ventilator before leaning in to whisper coldly, "Goodbye, my dear sister. You shouldn't have come back. You are meant for that despicable, wretched family."
Somehow, fate granted Brianna a second chance. Reborn and fueled by rage, she vowed to make everyone who had wronged her pay dearly.
This time, she would seize the life that had been stolen from her. 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. A Substitute No More, A Queen Returns
Gavin For five years, I was Jameson Blair's fiancée. For five years, my brothers finally treated me like a sister they loved.
Then my twin, Haleigh-the one who left him at the altar-returned with a fake cancer story. In five minutes, he married her.
They believed her every lie. When she tried to poison me with a venomous spider, they called me dramatic.
When she framed me for ruining her party, my brothers whipped me until I bled.
They called me a worthless substitute, a placeholder with her face.
The final straw came when they tied me to a rope and left me dangling over a cliff to die.
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