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Sorry, I Own The Company

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Roman, the group's sole heir, posed as a struggling intern. He genuinely pursued single mother Delilah, only for her to mock his inability to offer her a future. Both she and his supervisor, Colton, treated him as a pawn for their own advancement, ridiculing him openly. That moment shattered his illusions. The workplace was no fairy tale, and sincerity required power to defend it. He shed his disguise and revealed his ruthless business acumen. Assigned impossible projects? He secured them effortlessly, turning clients into loyal allies. Offered empty promises? He coolly asked if he could have them fired. Falsely accused? He produced irrefutable evidence, exposing the conspirators. His meteoric rise, from intern to department head, then to vice president, was a tale of swift retribution. As Delilah languished in regret within the logistics department and Colton faced imprisonment, Roman's message was clear. Those who once scorned him could no longer reach his heights. The game was now his to command, and it had only just begun.

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While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

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It was a chilly Saturday morning, and Debbie woke up with a big yawn, stretching her arms above her head.

For a split second, she forgot where she was, still feeling groggy from sleep.

Then, it hit her, she wasn't in her parents' house. "Where am I?" She thought, quickly looking around.

She wasn't in her small room with the beautiful pink curtains that had decorated her room. No, she was at Ma'am Margarita's place.

"OMG! She exclaimed. holding her hand over her mouth.

Fear shot through her like a cold wind. She jolted upright, as her heart began to beat.

"Oh no, I overslept," she whispered to herself, the panic rising in her chest.

She threw the thin blanket off and glanced at the clock on the wall and started thinking,making her throat suddenly dry.

"If Ma'am Margarita caught her in bed at this time, she'd be in serious trouble."

Ma'am Margarita is their guardian and wife to the fisherman who had helped Debbie and Daniel when they had almost drowned in the ocean.

Ever since Mr Fred brought them to the house, Ma'am Margarita hasn't made life easy for Debbie and Daniel.

She didn't take kindly to laziness, especially from someone like Debbie and Daniel, who she thought were already lucky to live under her roof.

Without thinking twice, Debbie shook Daniel, who was still fast asleep beside her as they shared the same room.

"Daniel, wake up! Get up, now!" She said, in a voice barely above a whisper, not wanting Ma'am Margarita to hear her.

"Leave me alone, Deb. I want to sleep,"

He groaned in his sleep, while burying his face in the pillow. Debbie shook him harder.

"Daniel, seriously, you have to get up!" her voice was urgent now, fear making her hands tremble.

Daniel mumbled something, turning over, but he didn't seem fully awake.

"Daniel!" She whispered again, this time pulling the blanket off him completely.

He stood up this time and looked at her, with his eyes still half closed. "What...what time is it?" he asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up slowly.

"Later than it should be," she said, trying to keep the panic out of her voice. "If Ma'am Margarita catches us still in bed, we're done for." she reminded him.

At that time, Daniel's eyes widened, and he suddenly moved, jumping out of bed so fast you'd think it was on fire.

He stumbled a bit, pulling on his pants, he knew the consequences. "I didn't mean to sleep this late," he muttered, rushing to grab his shirt off the floor.

His movements were hurried and clumsy, like Debbie. Fear had a way of making them move faster than they wanted to. They both knew the rules in the house. There was no room for mistakes.

Debbie had to get up and start her house chores the moment the sun came up. That's how things worked around here.

And Daniel...well, he wasn't even supposed to be here this late into the morning.

She glanced at him, biting her lip, hoping they could make it out of the room before Ma'am Margarita noticed. She quickly grabbed her nighties jacket from the corner of the room, tossed them on and tied her hair back in a rush.

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