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On our third wedding anniversary, I brought a gift to my husband’s office. Walking past the secretary's suite, I stopped dead. A king-size bed had been set up inside. A young woman in a designer dress was sprawled across it, a handheld game console in her hands, surrounded by imported snacks of every variety. "Kevin, the lunch you ordered yesterday was pre-packaged meals. Marcus and I both felt sick after eating it. Today, make sure it's from The Palace Hotel." Kevin -- my husband's personal assistant -- bowed and scraped before her, his face a mask of obsequious flattery. "Mrs. Thorne, please don't worry. Mr. Thorne made it very clear -- everything should be tailored to your preferences and the baby's. He knows you love the chef at The Palace Hotel, so he set up a standing VIP account for you. Anything you want, anytime." She was Mrs. Thorne? Then what exactly was I? My brow furrowed. I glanced down at the wedding ring I'd worn for years. The girl beamed, radiant. "For the baby's arrival, my husband is throwing a lavish yacht party. Every important person in New York is getting an invitation. I want the whole world to know that I'm the love of his life, and that our son will be blessed by the most powerful people before he's even born. The champagne and flowers must be the finest available -- no budget limit. Our child is going to have the best of everything from day one." I stared at the gentle swell of her belly and called my father. "Dad, that divorce agreement you drew up three years ago -- you can have the lawyers send it over now."

During the ten years since I was found and brought to my biological family, Sonia Baxter, the girl who took my place, and I have been as close as real sisters. Even Mom says that Sonia cares more about me than a real sister would. I once swore I'd give my life to protect our special family of four. When Sonia is rushed into emergency surgery with a ruptured cerebral aneurysm, I am in my office, calmly practicing a basic suturing technique on a surgical simulator. On the screen, the robotic arm threads the needle with such precision that it looks like a work of art. A few minutes later, my boyfriend, Oliver Lyons, slams open the office door and shouts at me, "Amelia Baxter! Sonia's in critical condition. Only your micro-dissection skills can save her! Every expert in the hospital is waiting for you! We've got less than an hour before the window closes!" He looks at me with hopeful eyes. I'm the only person in the country capable of performing a surgery this complex. My hands are even known as the "Hands of God". However, I simply reply with a hum and continue fiddling with the model. Suddenly, my parents rush in. Mom grabs my arm and cries out, "Amelia! That's your sister in there! How could you just stand by and watch her die?" I gently pull away from her and hold my right hand out in front of them. This hand, which had once created countless medical miracles, is now trembling slightly. "Unfortunately, since yesterday, I've been showing symptoms of essential tremor. Dad, Mom… this hand is ruined."

My heart shattered when I learned my daughter was pimping herself out. I couldn't imagine the young woman I thought of as a precious princess lying beneath an ugly, middle-aged man. It was such a horrific scene…

My family was supposed to be the richest of the land, yet I had to refund even a cheap delivery. Why? In my previous life, my housekeeper's daughter got her hands on a trading system. Every cent of money I spent would be hers. She started trying to guilt-trip me into donating to all the impoverished students in her school. It was charity anyway, so I signed a check worth 300 grand. The moment I did, that money became part of her savings, and the amount on my check was zero. Everyone called me names, called me a charlatan. Even the boy toy I spent good money on broke up with me. That girl used my money to donate to charities and became the kind and beautiful heiress. She told everyone I was the housekeeper's daughter instead. Furious, I grabbed my black card and started shopping like crazy. I wanted to prove I was the real heiress, but the balance in my account was cleared immediately. That girl then spent 1.2 million right away, like it was one dollar. She scoffed at me. "Don't try to act like you're rich when you're a broke loser. Your mother doesn't make enough as a housekeeper." The Internet decided to hunt me down. I could not handle the stress, and my mind broke. For some reason, my body withered away at a blistering rate. Before my father could save me, I drew my last breath. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to that fateful day. The day the housekeeper's daughter made me donate to the school.

She wants to forget him. He wants her back at any cost. But love? Love never left. For Two years, Olivia Scott lived in a cold, loveless marriage with the man she once hoped would be her forever. Stephan Hamilton rich, reserved, and emotionally distant, never showed her the love she silently craved. One day, a bitter misunderstanding, carefully planted by someone he trusted, shattered everything. With a broken heart, she walked away not knowing that walking away would be the very thing that would awaken Stephan to what he had truly lost. Now, four years later, fate brings them face to face again. Not as husband and wife, but as strangers with history. But can Olivia open her heart again to the man who once shattered it?

Abandoning her own dreams, Junia who dedicated her life into making sure that her husband gets to the top receives a series of heartbreak after she was presented with divorce papers by Ethan, her husband,on their wedding anniversary. She was further shattered into pieces when she discovered that he had reconnected back to his first love. Tired of the disrespectful and ungratefulness, Junia picks her life back together but later on, her ex-husband came knocking on the door of her heart. Would Junia succumb to allure of the tumultuous love between her and her ex-husband Ethan? Or While he was now after mending the heart that he had shattered, she was out to break him in a way that he would never be able to comprehend. Find out more in this enthralling tale of love that is filled with the ups and downs of love, mystery and most importantly, Vengeance!

Ninety-nine lashes. That was the price of loving the Alpha’s son. Bettoni Williams gave everything to Ardon. Her heart. Her trust. Her dignity. In return, he accused her of witchcraft, stripped her of her rank, and watched as she was whipped ninety-nine times in the public square. Broken, disowned, and demoted to a Gamma, Bettoni swore she would never trust a royal again. She planned to rot in the slums, to remain invisible and forgotten. But fate, and a bored Alpha Commander, had other plans. When the kingdom's most feared war hero, Commander Zachery, returns home, Alpha Jaceon fills the grand hall with silk-dressed noblewomen and forces him to choose a wife before the blood moon or lose everything he has. Annoyed, Zachery slips out the back. Bettoni, hiding from the feast in a dark alley, stumbles upon him in a moment that would make any sensible woman run. She doesn't run, but calls him a wild animal to his face, and this only makes him immediately obsessed with her. He drags her into the feast by the wrist, declaring; "You're going to be my Commandress tonight." Now, Bettoni is trapped in a marriage with a brute who collects wives like trading cards. Zachery is uncouth, violent, and dangerously seductive. He treats the palace like a playground and his brother, the King, like a joke. Bettoni intends to use this monster to climb back to the top and destroy the family that ruined her. But Zachery is not a ladder. He is a cliff. And he has no intention of letting his new sweetheart go. Revenge is a dish best served cold. But the Commander likes his nights scorching hot. ~•~ ️ Mature Content Warning (18+): This story contains 18+ content including explicit erotica, detailed sexual scenes, and mentions of sexual violence including rape and assault. If such themes make you uncomfortable, please read with caution.

Zara Storme was the ghost in the machine at Sterling Global. For three years, she wasn’t just Mark Sterling’s fiancée she was The Architect. The unseen force who patched his weaknesses, outplayed his rivals, and quietly engineered a billion-dollar empire while he collected the applause. Then, over an elegant dinner, Mark slid a severance check across the table instead of a ring. To him, Zara was indispensable but temporary. Brilliant, yes. Loyal, certainly. But she lacked the pedigree required for his permanent throne. So he chose optics over love, trading her for a strategic merger and a well-bred socialite. Mark expected tears. Begging. A woman unraveling. What he didn’t know was that abandonment had trained Zara long before him. Her father had taught her the art of leaving without looking back. Fueled by a quiet rage, Zara committed one final act of treason which was leaking Mark’s most valuable upcoming deals to his greatest rival, Asher Vane. It was meant to be her clean exit. Then fate intervened. She was pregnant. Five years later, Zara returns to the city reborn as the formidable CEO of Lucent Capital. No longer the woman behind the throne, she is the throne. A venture-capital titan whose influence eclipses every man who once dismissed her. At her side is Luca her five-year-old masterpiece. Disciplined. Brilliant. And unmistakably the son of the man who walked away. When Mark Sterling’s empire begins to collapse under the weight of its own lies, desperation drives him to seek salvation from a firm powerful enough to save him. He comes to the boardroom expecting mercy. Instead, he finds Zara Storme seated at the head of the table untouchable, and finally holding his fate in her hands. This time, she’s here to watch it burn.

“Pose for the portrait, Anna,” her uncle commanded. To the world, Anna was nothing more than a masterpiece to be admired—beautiful, flawless, and priceless. But behind the luxury, and perfect fake smiles, she was a prisoner. Her uncle used her beauty as a weapon for wealth and influence, trading pieces of her innocence while trapping her in a life she could never escape. Anna had given up hope that anyone would ever save her…until he appeared. Disguised as a priest, mysterious and dangerously irresistible, he entered her world like a forbidden temptation wrapped in holy robes. From the very first glance, Anna felt something dark and thrilling awaken inside her—desire, curiosity, and a craving she could no longer suppress. Every stolen touch drew her deeper into sin, and every secret encounter made her hunger for him more. But the fake priest wasn’t hiding only his identity. He came with a mission. After uncovering shocking secrets surrounding the deaths of his parents, he discovers that Anna’s uncle is connected to a past soaked in blood, betrayal, and revenge. What started as deception soon becomes far more dangerous than either of them expected. Now, with forbidden passion burning between them and deadly truths closing in, Anna is caught between love and destruction. What will happen when her ruthless uncle discovers their affair? What happens when he realizes the priest is the very ghost from his past that refuses to stop haunting him? Will the fake priest become Anna’s salvation.. or the nightmare that ruins her completely? Enter the dark, seductive world of FUCKED BY THE FAKE PRIEST — where lust, obsession, betrayal, and deadly secrets collide, and every revelation drags Anna deeper into a nightmare she may never escape. Warning, this book contains explicit content .Read with caution

Amelia, a young girl targeted for her appearance, faces heartbreak and humiliation at the hands of Lucie Walker and his cruel friends. Shattered and betrayed, she leaves school with a broken heart, vowing that this won't be the end - a foreshadowing of a resilient spirit ready to rise against adversity.