Project Paper Doll

"W-who are you, and what am I doing here?"My voice was filled with terror as I questioned. I was approached by a stunningly attractive man who appeared to have been sent from heaven. But no... He grinned sinisterly. He brought up a piece of paper, which caused my eyes to enlarge. Fuck, what's that? It's a certificate of marriage! "The head of the Griffle Mafia, Clifford Griffle, and yes, we are married." What would you do if one day, you woke up in a large mansion to find that your body and soul had been sold to a mafia boss? That's what happened to Nishane Cassiana— a famous actress and indeed, the best in her generation. But all her fans were shocked to know that the best actress decided to stop her career for unknown reasons. But no… she did not want to stop her career. Nishane's own mother had sold her to a billionaire named Clifford Griffle— one of the most feared mafia bosses in various countries. She was caged in a large and dark mansion of Clifford and introduced himself as her husband. For what? In order to pay her mother's huge debt to Clifford, she was abducted and sold to a mafia boss. She wanted to escape. But how? Clifford is arrogant and ruthless. And that’s where Nishane's miserable life with the man began.

"Whether you like it or not! You need to abort the baby! I don't need your fucking mercy Iris! You don't have to project yourself as a victim!" Lucas's eyes were flares as he stared at me deadly. He wants to slay me from his sight. He treats me as a trash. An unclean wife. "After you got everything? This is what you do? You'll abort the child? You're ruthless Lucas. You're a monster." I hardly hits him on his chest with my hands. I'm angry with him. He cheated on me. He made such a fool. He plays my heart. My eyes watered with tears as I hits him on his chest with my hands constantly. He wants to hurt him with all my might. I wants hurt with my hands to make him realize the truth. I couldn't help but hit him on his chest as I cried. What he did was painful. He thinks of me as a thing, that after he used and got everything from me, he just throws me away. My femininity meant nothing to him. He ruthlessly restrained my hands. My tears just fell down. I feels like my heart is being stabbed at this moment. I thought he was my happily ever after? But I was wrong! The man I adored was hurting me. He broke my heart after all. "Stop being a fool Iris. Nothing can blame but you. Because you wanted what happened to us. You are the only one that wants," His eyes widened at me with anger. His heart feels hatred for me. He ruthlessly choked me at my neck. I just looked up at him, catching my breathe. My tears are falling. "You need to abort the baby. You will do it to protect my identity Iris."

The boy, George Larson, whom I once saved as a child, when he was struggling with asthma, repaid my kindness by imprisoning me for seven long years. "Luna, you're my everything. I won’t let you out of my sight," he said, his voice filled with obsession. He tied my hands and feet, keeping me bound to the bed like a helpless doll, but I did not love him; I wanted to escape. In his madness, he set fire to my family’s ancestral home. The last traces of the Sachs burned to ashes, disappearing into the wind. He said that since my home was gone, I could just live with him and that it would be my new home. However, because I refused to let him touch me, he found someone else—a girl with a beauty mark under her eye, just like mine. The girl, drunk on his affection, thought I was trying to imitate her by faking the same tear-shaped mark. In a fit of jealousy, she gouged out my eyes. My face was covered with tiny, bleeding holes, blood streaming down my body. When George came home, the girl gleefully stuffed me into a trash bag, proud of her handiwork. “George, look! I caught some trash that broke into the house!” George did not even glance at me. He just loosened his tie, his voice calm and detached. “Just toss it where trash belongs.”

Book 3 of The Elemental Lovers series Cameron Hayes was one of the top editors-in-chief for WWF magazine. When he wanted to be the director fo the foundation, he has to go back to school. With a determination to take and a Ph.D. to achieve, he thinks he was invincible to anything. Ella Lattone has been one of the translators for WWF magazine for 3 years now. After completing her degree in the Romance languages, she moved to the States even when her aunt forbids it. But, they complied when she asked to continue her study in a different path, ecology.What makes it worst, Cam and Ella seem to know each other when they have to work together in their project that involves volcano and ecology. Can they work peacefully when everyone knows they were in arms when together? Or will they succumb to the stirring passion that has been burning ever since they worked in WWF but never explore?

She thought she had it all—a peaceful life, a loving relationship, and a future she could finally count on. But everything shattered the moment she discovered the truth. He never planned to stay. He never planned to love her. He only wanted the child. Forced to make an impossible choice, she vanished, determined to protect the life growing inside her. For years, she lived in silence, hiding the truth, raising a secret no one could ever know. But fate has a cruel way of circling back. When the past resurfaces in the most unexpected way, everything she fought to protect hangs in the balance. The lies. The love. The billion-dollar secret. Some stories aren’t meant to stay buried. And some truths refuse to stay hidden.

"I'll haunt your every step, Lia.” His whispers send shivers down her spine. He would stop at nothing to claim her. ~ No one cares about her, not even her father who pushed her into the devil's den with a smile on his face because he wanted an alliance. The Devil; She drugged him to get his signature on a divorce paper, and now they are done. Ophelia Laurent thought it was over, not until…he had her back in his dungeon, but this time not behind bars, but in front of him, on her knees in chains that drove her to dark pleasures. The devil would do all it takes to show her that he loves her, and wants to protect her, but not in a gentlemanly way. “I would own you without buying you red roses nor feeding you with empty promises….

Elsa Rein, a young heiress born with a silver spoon, fell helplessly in love with her college mate, Jason Stone, who filled the cold void her parents created in her heart. Her father was strongly against her relationship with Jason and insisted on her getting married to a wealthy scion, Marcus Smith to form an alliance and gain affluence, but she defied her father and left to marry her fiance. He cheated on her with his ex four years later, and she left without having a second thought, only to be disowned by her father on her return. Frustrated and dejected, Elsa tried to regain fragments of her broken self only to get entangled with a cold and ruthless billionaire, Lucas Arthur. Torn between protecting her already broken heart and her undying love for Lucian and his coldness, she's stuck in a dilemma that leaves her with the choice of giving in to her desires or fighting fate.

How long does it take to give up on a man you've loved for ten years? It takes me 3 seconds. The first second, I signed my name on the contract to become the chief designer of a renowned studio in Paris. The second second, I lock away ten years of my youth in my heart. The third second, I completely prepare to leave Levi's world. My fiancé Levi is the heir of the Smith Group, the absolute aristocracy. For others, he is untouchable. But for me, he's the childhood sweetheart who, with a crooked paper ring he made himself for the first time in his hand, told me, "You're the only girl I'll ever marry, even if I have to wait a hundred years." From that moment on, the only person I wanted to marry was Levi, and I never doubted that I would eventually marry Levi. But on the day of our engagement, he disappeared. I waited for a whole year, waiting for a message, a phone call, or a knock on the door, but nothing came. Later, he finally appeared. He stood next to a red Ferrari, holding flowers, and said that he still loved me, that he wasn't ready before, and begged me to give him another chance. I almost believed him. But at the same time, I received a provocative message from Levi's first love, Ruby: [Aren't you curious where he went during the time he eloped from your engagement? I'm already pregnant with Levi's child, and he loves kissing my pregnant belly the most.] I wiped away my tears, turned around, and applied to study in the Sorbonne University Faculty of Medicine, leaving only one sentence: "Levi, we're breaking up." Learning that I was leaving, Levi went crazy. He braved the heavy rain and blocked the entrance to my new place, his eyes red, asking me: "Stella, if I make Ruby abort the child, can you come back to me?"

"Don't touch my son! You never even wanted him, did you?" *** Because of love, Sasha was willing to engage in a clandestine relationship with her friend's father, Vincent. Vincent justified it by claiming that his wife was having an affair, so he needed a companion. However, one day Sasha discovered that Vincent's wife's lover was her own father. Confused, Sasha found out that Vincent had only used her as a bed-warmer doll to seek revenge on her father. Sasha decided to leave Vincent. However, her friend wouldn't let her go peacefully and continued to harass her. The situation worsened when Sasha found out she was pregnant. Eventually, she made the decision to disappear forever, leaving behind her bitter past. Unfortunately, several years later, when she had built a good life with her son, Vincent came back into her life.

My mother-in-law is extremely frugal. She reuses paper others have discarded, carefully saving the unmarked portions. She even takes the black waste oil from the kitchen range hood and uses it to cook our meals. She says, "Frugality is a virtue—it brings blessings!" I try tirelessly to convince her otherwise, throwing out all her filthy items to protect my family's health. But while she praises me to my face, behind my back, she uses my baby's food scissors to clip her grimy toenails. My child eventually dies of a lung infection, leaving me heartbroken. My mother-in-law, however, points her finger at me, saying I'm unlucky and that I've brought misfortune to their family. Even my husband blames me. In the end, they use a knitting needle to pierce my throat and stab me to death. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back on the day I first see her picking up dirty paper. The first thing I do is hide all the high-quality tissue paper I had stocked up on before my pregnancy, pretending I knew nothing. She calls these blessings, right? Fine. The blessings of this miserly frugality—she can reap them all herself!