Too Late I Chose The Right Man

Too Late, I Chose The Right Man

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Branded as a murderer's daughter, Aubrey endured Eli's disdain with desperate love. Her path crossed with Miles, Eli's uncle, a man reborn with a past-life regret. His past mistake had cost her life. Now, wielding power, he claimed her, shielding her from scorn while forging her strength. Amidst captivity, she saw his hidden devotion. Before Eli's remorse, Miles, with two lifetimes of love, had already raised her from the depths to be revered.

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Secret Triplets: The Billionaire's Second Chance

Roderic Penn

I stood at my mother's open grave in the freezing rain, my heels sinking into the mud. The space beside me was empty. My husband, Hilliard Holloway, had promised to cherish me in bad times, but apparently, burying my mother didn't fit into his busy schedule. While the priest's voice droned on, a news alert lit up my phone. It was a livestream of the Metropolitan Charity Gala. There was Hilliard, looking impeccable in a custom tuxedo, with his ex-girlfriend Charla English draped over his arm. The headline read: "Holloway & English: A Power Couple Reunited?" When he finally returned to our penthouse at 2 AM, he didn't come alone-he brought Charla with him. He claimed she'd had a "medical emergency" at the gala and couldn't be left alone. I found a Tiffany diamond necklace on our coffee table meant for her birthday, and a smudge of her signature red lipstick on his collar. When I confronted him, he simply told me to stop being "hysterical" and "acting like a child." He had no idea I was seven months pregnant with his child. He thought so little of my grief that he didn't even bother to craft a convincing lie, laughing with his mistress in our home while I sat in the dark with a shattered heart and a secret life growing inside me. "He doesn't deserve us," I whispered to the darkness. I didn't scream or beg. I simply left a folder on his desk containing signed divorce papers and a forged medical report for a terminated pregnancy. I disappeared into the night, letting him believe he had successfully killed his own legacy through his neglect. Five years later, Hilliard walked into "The Vault," the city's most exclusive underground auction, looking for a broker to manage his estate. He didn't recognize me behind my Venetian mask, but he couldn't ignore the neon pink graffiti on his armored Maybach that read "DEADBEAT." He had no clue that the three brilliant triplets currently hacking his security system were the very children he thought had been erased years ago. This time, I wasn't just a wife in the way; I was the one holding all the cards.

Modern Crime Revenge

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"She’s just like a sister to me, Eliana. You’re being dramatic."

That was Jax’s excuse every time he chose Catalina over me for three years.

When Catalina staged a fake drowning in three feet of water, he pushed me aside to save her, telling me my life wasn't his problem.

But the breaking point came when she deliberately pushed me down a flight of stairs.

My ankle shattered on the concrete. I was lying there in agony, unable to move.

Yet, Jax didn't check on me.

He stepped over my bleeding body to scoop Catalina up because she had a minor scratch on her elbow.

He screamed at me for "hurting" her.

While I lay in the hospital alone, waiting for surgery, he was spoon-feeding her soup in her dorm, posting photos captioned "My Hero."

He thought I would always be his "Elie Bear," the doormat waiting at home to clean up his messes.

He was convinced that no matter how much he hurt me, I would never actually leave.

But he was wrong.

I didn't scream. I didn't fight.

I simply signed the withdrawal papers, blocked his number, and boarded a one-way flight to New York without saying goodbye.

Three months later, when Jax finally realized his "sister" was a nightmare and came crawling back to beg for forgiveness, he found me.

But I wasn't alone.

I was holding the hand of a billionaire heir who looked at Jax with cold, deadly eyes.

"Touch her again," my new fiancé whispered, "and I will destroy your entire family by morning."

Chapter 1

The splash shattered the curated perfection of the pool party—a violent intrusion—yet it paled in comparison to the brutality of the words that followed.

Catalina had fallen into the water. It was a performance, a clumsy pirouette of limbs that anyone with eyes could identify as staged, her gaze locked onto Jax the entire way down. But Jax didn't see the performance. He only saw the damsel.

He didn't hesitate. He didn't glance my way. He launched himself into the pool, creating a second wave that sent cold, chlorinated water slapping against my legs.

I stood frozen on the concrete, the memory of our agreement clawing at my throat. Just yesterday, he had promised me.

"If she causes one more scene, Eliana, I'm done. I promise."

He surfaced, gasping, clutching a coughing Catalina against his chest as if she were fragile porcelain. He swam her to the edge, right to my feet.

"Jax," I whispered, my voice fracturing. "You promised."

He looked up then, water dripping from his dark hair, his eyes hard and unfamiliar. He didn't see his girlfriend of three years standing there. He saw an obstacle.

"Not now, Eliana," he snapped, hoisting Catalina onto the deck. "Your life is not my problem right now."

The air left my lungs.

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