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He tried to get up several times but failed. The man glared at me. "You and that cursed child you're carrying wiped out my entire family! I’m here now, trying to help you out of kindness, and this is how you repay me?” His words were so ridiculous. I laughed so hard that I had actual tears in my eyes. At the time, Ben's grandfather, Francis Miller, was the backbone of the family. So, after he committed the heinous act, he wasn't immediately kicked out. Edith had endured it in silence for the sake of the family.

a small laugh escaped my lips at my own lame joke. With the already unlocked door out of the way, I braced myself for the family reunion of the decade. Mary, sat on the settee, snuggled up against that fool, her full untamed ink black curls hiding a good portion of her face while he stroked her back. I decide to make my presence known. "I'm back family. What's for dinner?" Another laugh escaped my lips for the nth time today. Drama at it's finest.

- Teresa glanced at her husband, who smiled and held her hand across the table. - It was the most opportune night of my life. - He took his wife's hand to his mouth and kissed it. Then he reached out to stroke the hair of his daughter, who was playing with a paper napkin. - I always say that family is everything in a man's life. You can understand that very well, Damien. You know that men like us carry more than we can handle most of the time. Coming home and having someone to talk to and share your troubles with are just as important as making a good business deal.

On the day Evan Carter was supposed to meet my adoptive parents, his phone was turned off all day. As my future husband, he had confidently promised me the night before that he would win my parents over. Yet even after the server had refilled our glasses for the sixth time, I still couldn’t reach him. A few hours later, I came across a post from Evan’s assistant, Maya Collins. In the photos, Evan was sitting on her family’s couch with bags of expensive gifts around him, keeping her parents company. The caption read: “My family has been pressuring me to get married nonstop. Thank you to my amazing boss for stepping in and pretending to be my boyfriend so I could get through this!” Evan

My stomach twisted, my feet dragging me toward it before I even realized what I was doing. It was a photograph. I crouched down, my hands trembling as I reached for it, brushing the dirt away. The photo was creased and worn, the edges frayed from years of handling. But the image was clear enough. A woman, smiling brightly, her arms wrapped around two young children. A boy and a girl, maybe five or six years old. They were standing in front of a house, the sun shining behind them, their faces lit up with joy. I froze, staring at the photo, my heart pounding in my chest. This man—the man I’d killed—had a family. A wife. Children. They were out there somewhere, waiting for him to come home. And

I find a slip of paper on the back of a flyer I'm holding during the first day of club recruitment. It says that the president of the dance club, Donna Shaw, will announce in front of more than 100 people that I'm pregnant. She's got everything ready—ultrasound reports, hospital records, and even eyewitnesses. Henry Baker, her boyfriend and president of the Student Activities Board, will step in to save the day in front of everyone. Consequently, the whole school will condemn me, and I will be expelled. I stare at the paper, wondering what kind of lame prank this is. I turn the paper over. The smile on my face fades when I see that the handwriting is identical to my own. I slip the

Emma, the fake heiress, and I were sold into an underground BDSM club. When my parents, the richest couple in the country, and my husband, Leo DeLuca, the feared Don of the DeLuca crime family, finally found us, I was bound with duct tape and covered in wounds. Emma lay beside me, heavily pregnant and unconscious. Three months later, doctors confirmed that her baby had died in the womb. She was the adopted daughter my parents had cherished for twenty years, and the girl my husband had never gotten over. My parents and husband went half mad, offering a nationwide one-hundred-million-dollar bounty for any lead on the person responsible. I was the only one who might have seen the culprit's face

I couldn’t figure out how I was supposed to marry the man who had destroyed my family, who had my mother’s life in his hands, and still… somehow make it look real. I thought about her—my mother, fragile and pale in the ICU bed, the steady beeping of the monitor a cruel reminder of what was at stake. My mother’s life hung on my compliance. And suddenly, the luxury of pride, the comfort of anger—they were worthless. I hated Adrian Vale with everything in me. And yet… a dangerous flutter of something unnameable stirred in my chest. I barely had time to process it when there was another knock—this time sharper, more confident.

“It’s fine, Naomi. You seem to have a problem with me now that you are a part of this family.” Though stunned, I quickly got a grip on myself and declined the suggestion. To my surprise, Keith agreed without getting my consensus. I was disgruntled. It was absurd enough that I had to share a bed with my mother-in-law on my wedding night, but she took up the space between me and my husband too. Whitney glanced at me before sprawling herself across the sanctity of my bed. “A good wife shouldn’t be so petty. You should be kind to your husband’s family.”

She grabbed at my clothes. "Are you determined to destroy this family? Your father cares so much about his reputation. If you expose this, how will he have any dignity left?" I looked at her calmly. "So the only way this family survives is if I keep sacrificing myself? "So many things have happened, and he hasn't come home once. You fainted and went to the hospital. He didn't even answer his phone. "Mom, stop lying to yourself. You keep thinking about this family… But your husband gambles and cheats, while your son and daughter-in-law are leeches. I was the only one standing beside you, and you kept turning against me."