Pauline Cushman: Spy Of The Cumberland

She returns to exact vengeance on those who murdered her mother and father. And when she returned, that was the cause of her suffering. She devised a strategy to get revenge on those who had harmed her; her first step was to pursue and engage the son of those who had hurt her. Lucille Damian is her name, and she will do anything to length to obtain justice. The man she did not expect to change her view of life was Judiel Marco Sanrazo, the only son of those who killed her parents. Will he be able to seek revenge, or will he plunge into the abyss himself? A story of rivalry and vengeance.

When Clara Davis accidentally switches suitcases at the airport, she expects an awkward exchange— not a gun, stacks of cash, and a stranger calling her Mrs. Vale. Lucien Vale, a cold, beautiful man with blood on his hands, insists she’s his wife—and that men are hunting her. Dragged into a world of covert missions and deadly secrets, Clara must live under an alias to survive. But the longer she stays by his side, the more she questions everything: Is Lucien her captor or her protector? Is this marriage fake—or fate? One suitcase, one lie, one love that could cost them both their lives.

By my third year at the Arctic research station, the endless cold had pushed my body to its limit. I went to Carl Tillman, our team captain, to submit my application to return home, but he turned me down. "I've already given the placement to Susan," he said. "Her health's too delicate for weather this harsh." Susan Farrow had only been here three months. I'd been here three years. Three years was the absolute limit any researcher was allowed to stay stationed here. I stared at him, unable to believe what I'd heard. "Carl, my complications are getting worse. I can't feel my legs anymore, and my eyes are going blurry. If I don't go back now, I'll die out here." He looked me over like I was making a scene. "You've always been strong as an ox. Are you really going to make things up just to compete with Susan for my attention?" He wrote Susan's name in the return slot and threw me out of his office. Outside, the wind and snow lashed at a face that had already gone numb. My husband of ten years had taken away my only chance to live—so he could dote on another woman.

Elara Quinn has spent twenty-six years believing she was ordinary. A talented forensic accountant with a sharp mind and an independent spirit, she has built her career exposing financial fraud for powerful corporations. Everything changes when a billionaire dies. While auditing his records, Elara discovers a hidden account containing nearly four billion dollars. The sole beneficiary is her. Before she can uncover the truth, someone tries to kill her. Enter Lucien Vale, the mysterious billionaire whose name inspires fear in boardrooms across the world. Dangerously handsome, impossibly wealthy, and burdened by secrets, Lucien insists he is the only person who can keep her alive. But the more Elara learns about him, the more terrifying one fact becomes: Lucien has known who she is for years. Now powerful enemies are emerging from the shadows. A family that was supposed to be dead. An empire built on blood. A secret worth killing for. And a love neither of them saw coming. As the truth unfolds, Elara must decide whether to trust the man who has lied to her from the beginning or risk losing everything, including her life.

I’d just set sail to escort the cargo to the border when a Category 8 typhoon warning suddenly blared. I steer the ship back in the direction of the harbor, only to realize that the ship has run out of fuel. The distress beacon has been dismantled, too. Immediately, I pick up the radio and call the maritime rescuers for help. As soon as the call gets connected, I hear my wife, Melanie Watkins' mocking laughter instead. "I've already rewired the emergency number so that you can never reach the rescuers. Have fun surviving in the ocean!" Her student, Darell Parker, is with her as well. "Remember when you made fun of me for not knowing how to swim, Clifton? Well, now you're given the chance to show off your swimming skills! You can swim all the way back to the shore on your own! You'd better not be as slow as the sea turtles!" The waves have almost capsized the cargo ship. If I can't get rescued anytime soon, I'll end up dying in the sea. I can only grit my teeth before pleading to Melanie, "No one can possibly swim back to shore! Help me call the maritime rescuers—" But she laughs coldly in return. "Why do you need the rescuers' help? Didn't you say one must learn how to protect themselves? Now swim! "If you think the waters are too cold, then swim faster! Maybe you'll feel warmer the faster you swim!" I give up on arguing with Melanie. After that, I head toward the cargo area with a blade in hand and get ready to sever the ropes tying the cargo down. Said cargo contains the ransom money that's capable of saving Ella Zimmerman, the daughter of Hugh Zimmerman, the wealthiest man in Starbury.

Just for brushing against the hem of Eva Lawson, the heiress’s custom couture gown, Lucy Quinn's mother had her limbs broken, then thrown into the sea to die. The day Lucy dragged the arrogant heiress to court she thought that justice might finally be served. Eva was declared not guilty. Why? Because the defense attorney representing her was none other than Wyatt Grant, founder of the most untouchable law firm in River City, and Lucy Quinn’s husband. When the trial ended, the elegant and aloof man stepped down from the defense table and placed an apology letter in front of Lucy. "Lulu, sign it. You don’t want to be sued for defamation and end up in prison, do you?" His tone was calm and coaxing, but behind the lenses of his gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze was cold as ice. Lucy, tears stubbornly clinging to her eyes, looked up at him and said with a trembling voice, "Why, Wyatt, Why?"