Did The Author Of 1984 Write Any Other Famous Novels?

Harper, a 19-year-old art student accidentally photographs a reclusive 38-year-old tech billionaire committing a murder to protect his illegal weapons program. Instead of killing her, he kidnaps her, forces her to marry him in an underground ceremony, and gives her 365 days to give him an heir. If she fails or tries to escape, he leaks the photos and frames her for the murder. The twist? She starts falling for him just as the FBI closes in with proof. Now what can she do?

Alfred hates her more than anything in the world because she's the daughter of the man who killed his family and took away all his family's property.She's the daughter of the man who captured him and made him a slave at a young age, but then he was able to escape and he ran into hiding for 15years. Trained and built himself. Now he's back as a CEO ready to make them pay for what they did to him and his family. He took his daughter and made her his sex slave. He's gonna make her pay for everything the father did to him.But then again Lisa is nothing like her father. She's different from him, too different.As he set out to make her pay, he was bound to find out how different she is from her father. But then love rose from the deep-rooted hatred.

Her father went missing when she was still young, and her mother eventually remarried. She lived in the countryside with her grandmother, where she was skilled in the art of truancy, fighting, and drinking. In others’ eyes, she was a mere ruffian.When she turned nineteen, her mother returned and took her to her stepfather’s home.“Eden, being able to marry Alain on behalf of your half-sister is a blessing to you, so you better seize this opportunity.”In her mother’s eyes, she was disposable in the name of wealth. She was nothing but a sacrificial lamb.It was already well-known that after having survived a serious illness, not only did his personality change, but he was also disfigured, with only two years left to live.But after they got married, he suddenly recovered from his illness, and great changes took the world by storm. It was not until someone started investigating a case from a few years ago that they accidentally revealed who his sorry excuse of a wife really was…Everyone was so shocked that they couldn’t keep their gaping mouths shut.She was an iron lady.

I gave Julian Marchetti thirty years of my life after the war ended. I built his empire, raised his children, and held the family together behind the scenes. But when he died, his will didn’t even mention my name. Half his fortune went to our children. The other half went to Lydia Carter, the daughter of the man who’d saved his life in Normandy. The same Lydia who’d stolen my identity.The same Lydia who’d built her entire life on the ruins of mine. All he left me was a single note, scrawled in his familiar handwriting. I loved you. We had thirty good years. But I owe Lydia. This is the least I can do. I dropped dead of a heart attack right there in his study, clutching that pathetic piece of paper. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn in 1945, when the war had just ended This time I will not swallow my anger and suffer in silence; I will fight back. And I will take back every single thing that is rightfully mine.

What happens when your life is just a lie? What happens when you finally find out that none of what you believe to be real is real? What if you met someone who made you question everything? And what happens when your life is nothing but a fiction carved by Mr. Fiction himself? "The truth is rarely pure and never simple." — Oscar Wilde. Disclaimer: this story touches on depression, losing someone, and facing reality instead of taking the easy way out. ( ( ( part of TBNB Series, this is the story of Clarabelle Summers's writers ))

In the third year after my death, the one who remained faithfully by my wife's side was still the bionic robot I had painstakingly designed. It looked exactly like me and carried within it every detail of my mannerisms, speech, and habits. The only difference was that it never lost its temper with her. Because of that, my wife never sensed anything amiss. Yet each night, she brought home a different man, deliberately testing "me," desperate to see the wild jealousy and rage I once wore so vividly. Then, one day, her childhood sweetheart and first love, shoved "me" off the balcony. It was only then, in her horror, that my wife realized… "I" didn't bleed.