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The Rise Of The Ugly Luna

Syra Tucker

Lyric had spent her life being hated. Bullied for her scarred face and hated by everyone-including her own mate-she was always told she was ugly. Her mate only kept her around to gain territory, and the moment he got what he wanted, he rejected her, leaving her broken and alone. Then, she met him. The first man to call her beautiful. The first man to show her what it felt like to be loved. It was only one night, but it changed everything. For Lyric, he was a saint, a savior. For him, she was the only woman that had ever made him cum in bed-a problem he had been battling for years. Lyric thought her life would finally be different, but like everyone else in her life, he lied. And when she found out who he really was, she realized he wasn't just dangerous-he was the kind of man you don't escape from. Lyric wanted to run. She wanted freedom. But she desired to navigate her way and take back her respect, to rise above the ashes. Eventually, she was forced into a dark world she didn't wish to get involved with.

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For five years, I chased my husband Liam' s love, a tech mogul I deeply adored.

Then, after three incredible nights where I finally felt like his wife, I stumbled upon a chat on his computer.

It was with my sister, Chloe, and it revealed a horrifying truth: those intimate moments were a cruel setup.

Liam recorded them, sent them to Chloe, and messaged, "This way she' ll finally leave me alone. Don' t worry, Chloe, I' d rather die than touch her. You' re the only one I love."

My world shattered.

An audio file played Chloe' s sweet voice, "Oh, Liam, I' m so touched! You found so many people to mess with her just to protect my reputation?"

So many people?

Liam' s reply sickened me: "She' s so loose, it' s a blessing anyone would touch her. Besides, I have all the compromising photos and videos, so she can' t blame anyone even if she knows."

The man who held me for three days wasn' t Liam.

He sent strangers.

I fled, my body screaming contamination, only to have Chloe, wearing Liam' s shirt, block my entry back home.

"Liam was just adding my face to the system, and I think I accidentally deleted yours. My bad," she smirked.

Liam emerged, his voice flat, "Chloe needs this room. It' s closer to me."

He ordered me to a distant guest room, then handed me a pill.

"Take this. I' m not ready for kids yet."

It hit me: he worried I' d get pregnant with a stranger's child-a child he' d arranged.

Later, listening to their laughter from the master bedroom, rage simmered.

Then Chloe, wearing Liam' s sacred bracelet, whispered close, "Every month, he spends a week with me at a secluded resort. That' s our special time… He even says he feels sick when he sees you at home."

Before I could react, she scratched my arm, drawing blood.

"Ava, you bitch, stop pretending! I hate your pitiful act! I want to take everything from you!"

She shoved me, a vase shattered, leaving a gaping wound on my arm.

Liam rushed down, sweeping Chloe into his arms.

"Chloe, does it hurt? I' ll take you to the hospital."

He saw her nails' marks but blamed me.

"Ava, you' re still so manipulative! You' ve always framed Chloe!" he roared.

"Go to the basement tonight. Don' t come out until you' ve copied a hundred books!"

He stepped over my prostrate body, crushing my arm.

Bleeding, broken, I crawled to the ER.

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