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"Akira" I heard a loud shout from a distance so I became even more nervous and sped up. I quickly entered a room and closed the door before locking it, I leaned against the door due to exhaustion. I was nervous when suddenly someone knocked on the door and tried to open it. "f*ck Akira open this f*cking door" he yelled again and forced the door to open so it was even more if he pushed the door to block it and he couldn't enter. "n-no please s-stop" "Love please, open this godd*mn door and let me in" he begged and promised and knocked on the door but I just shook my head, it's dangerous when I let him in. "K-keroz stop please, t-it's okay" His crazy. I was almost hoarse from talking and crying He even tried to push it, making me scream and cry in fear that he might enter. "Akira love don't test my patience" he promised horrifyingly and suddenly the noise outside stopped. I also stopped crying and moved away from the door, I was surprised to look at the door when suddenly it was quiet outside but because of the nervousness I felt I went straight to the closet to hide, I went to the big cabinet there were more expensive clothes on hangers but I ignored them it was because of the fear I was feeling, I immediately hid behind the curtain so that I wouldn't be seen. I was still sobbing because of crying, but I was almost standing where I was standing when the person I was afraid of entered, the person who made me nervous, Keroz. I immediately covered my mouth when I saw him enter the closet. I was even more nervous when he looked at my side. He grinned directly at where I was hiding so I bent down so he couldn't see me. Oh my god, does he know? I opened the curtain in front of me to see if he was still there, I was relieved to see that there was no one outside, but I was immediately filled with trepidation when I felt something next to me, I looked at it as if I didn't want to do it. "Looking for me Akira love?" he said with a smile and looked me straight in the eye which made me even more nervous. "K-keroz"

As soon as I entered the house, I immediately saw Axlle sitting on the sofa while a woman I just saw was staring at me. He looked at me with no emotion before returning his gaze to the girl on his right. I held my breath before passing them. I'm used to being like this all the time. There wasn't a day or night that Axlle didn't bring another woman into the house. But it's not because I love him, I'll just let it be like this forever. I entered my room and there my tears fell spontaneously. I promise that this will be the last time I cry to him. I went to my drawer and took out a brown envelope that he gave me. He gave it to me a long time ago but only now did I dare to open it. I was depressed by what I saw. An annulment paper with his signature. So he has been putting up with me for a long time. He has been waiting for a long time to get rid of me. I wiped my tears and immediately took a ballpen from my bag. Even if it hurts, even if it's hard, I'll still do it. I hurt myself too much just because of loving him. After I signed everything, I packed up. I don't care where I end up. As soon as I came down, I couldn't help but feel hurt because of what I saw. The way he kissed the girl. The way he moon. That I have never experienced from him. I sighed again before approaching them. Even though it hurt, I put a brown envelope on the table. They stopped and gave me a bad look. "What's this?!.."Axlle asked me angrily. I didn't answer him but I just turned around with my suitcases. "I know you've been waiting for this for a long time. I know you have put up with me for a long time. Forgive me, I was too blind in my love for you. I don't even think about how you feel . So now, I've set you free. You're free.." words I told him before I completely left him. It hurts me but it's necessary. I lived then without him by my side and with me. And I will make sure that I will live like the times when he was not in my life.

I was 12 years old back then. I don't know how much he charged but I'm sure it was a lot because Papa lost a lot. After he sold me to an old man who no longer had a family, I never heard from him or even saw him again. That's better because I really don't want to see his face anymore. I was sold to an old man named Vulcan Alexandres and he was an old friend of my father. From the age of twelve until I became twenty two, I grew up in his powder. He is rich and he almost spent everything, especially my education. Since he doesn't have a family, he considers me his son. At first, I didn't want to agree. My heart is far away from him. I was angry and I hardly talked to him or even paid attention to him. But when I saw that something had changed a bit in him and he seemed to be getting weaker, that's when he admitted to me that he was sick. Cancer stage four and leukemia. That's the reason why he didn't look for a woman to marry because he knew that his life was certain. So when I reached the right age, he completely adopted me and changed my birth certificate to make me an Alxandres. "Son, I only have a little time left in this world. For almost 6 years that I have been with you, I know that you are kind and have a good heart. I do not regret that I bought you from your father. Iha...I have decided for a long time this. I'm about to turn you into a... Alxandres."

I woke up when someone poured water on me "Wake up, how long do you plan to sleep?" Señora shouted at us. "F*ck" when Jin cursed we all poured water on our faces. "Tonight, we will attend the party, you must all be beautiful, and must be sexy to be attractive" "You can count on us Señora, we'll make sure we get them, Right girls?" And they all nodded here. "It's not good anymore, you guys," Kate told us. "And the four of you over there" señora pointed at us so we were quiet. "Make sure your work is good, I know you four are still virgins and fresh so your future customers will definitely like it" then it slowly approached us and stopped in front of me "When they say naked, take off your clothes You, don 't be artful" He said looking at me, I now know why he is being beaten here, because he is really scary. "There's no point in being a virgin if you don't use it correctly, it's just painful at first but it'll taste good" then they all laughed. "Don't try to let me down girls, or else, I will burn you alive" then he turned his back on us, "Ahhh what kind of life is this" I said in my mind "Understood?" "Yes señora" they all answered with a smile. "What are we going to do?" Gel asked us again. We are all troubled because this life is not what we want. "All you have to do is have fun tonight and look for a sugar daddy" said one of our colleagues here, I don't know him but from what I can see why they all seem so excited. "Newbees" was called by Isa so we turned around. "Don't let Señora down okay?" He said seriously, he's Señora Dito right hand man. "The future teachers have become prostitutes, ahhh" I just said to my friends.

When I entered the Bar I Immediately Saw A Woman Sitting Alone Drinking Wine She Looks So Fine She's Pretty and Sexy So I approached the manager of the Bar to talk about the woman I saw. Boy: Hi Manager: Good evening Sir How Can I Help you. Boy: Who's that girl sitting alone? Manager: Oh, Is that Lara? She's new here and she's good in Bed Sir. The manager said with a smile Boy: I want her. No Hesitation if Answer Boy: So how much? Manager: Will It Depends on how much he wants and of course for me. Boy: 10k for you okay? Money arrived at the same time Manager: Wow gallant Boy: Okay, I'm going to the room. Send him to the room because I want it right away. Manager: Yes Sir Now too..

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

My stepmother’s bodyguards were seconds away from dragging me back to a life that was essentially a prison cell wrapped in silk. I couldn't even scream for help because the words always died in my throat—a clinical condition called selective mutism that felt like drowning on dry land. I had just discovered the sickening truth: my father was planning to sell me to a sleazy investor named Sterling to cover his company’s bankruptcy. They were going to drug me, ship me off to a private island, and strip away the only thing I had left—my late mother’s multimillion-dollar art trust. When I arrived at the manor, my stepmother Lydia handed me a glass of wine laced with bitter sedatives, her smile sharp as a razor. "Drink up, darling. It’ll make the transition to Mr. Sterling much easier." My stepsister Harper stood in the corner, wearing a dress bought with my mother’s stolen money, mocking my inability to speak. My father didn't even look me in the eye as he calculated my price tag, treating his own daughter like a piece of damaged, mute inventory. They thought because I didn't speak, I didn't hear them laughing about the "accident" that killed my mother or how they planned to burn her final restoration work. They assumed my silence was a sign of surrender, a white flag waved by a broken girl who would never fight back. How could the people who were supposed to be my family treat me like a commodity to be traded? Did they really think my silence meant I was weak, or that I didn't know every dirty secret they were hiding in their ledgers? I didn't drink the wine. Instead, I burst into the VIP suite of Carlisle Pierce, the most cold-blooded billionaire in New York, and slammed a crumpled napkin on his table with a desperate, last-second gambit. "MARRY ME. NOW. $1 MILLION."

She married him out of desperation, becoming the perfect docile wife while he treated her like dirt beneath his shoes. But everything shattered the night she overheard him mocking her with his friends-and discovered the necklace she'd cherished, her only link to the boy who once saved her life, didn't even belong to him. It was all a lie. No longer the doormat he married, she discards her fake identity and reclaims her birthright as the hidden heiress of Salvadore City. Now she's on a mission: find the necklace's true owner among his circle of friends, no matter how many hearts she has to break along the way. But her husband isn't ready to let go. Convinced she's playing games to make him jealous, he's blindsided when divorce papers land in his hands. By the time he realizes the woman he dismissed was never who he thought she was, she's already moved on-living her truth, chasing her destiny, and leaving him choking on regret. Some cages, once opened, can never be closed again.

On our third anniversary, my husband canceled our dinner, claiming a sudden work emergency. I tracked his phone to an exclusive French restaurant, only to find him tenderly fastening a blessed bracelet—one I had flown across the world to get for him—onto his college ex-girlfriend's wrist. The sheer shock triggered a violent placental abruption. Bleeding out in my car just across the street, I frantically called his number. Through the window, I watched him glance at his screen, frown in annoyance, and press decline to focus on his lover. While I was wheeled into a freezing operating room for an emergency C-section utterly alone, he took his mistress back to our marital bed. He didn't even bother to check if I was alive, completely oblivious that our premature daughter was fighting for her life in the NICU. I soon discovered our entire marriage was a sham. He had used my family's wealth to save his company, and now he was trading me to secure a massive business deal with his ex's father. The man I loved didn't exist; he only saw me as a disposable asset. "I'm going to make him wish he had never been born." After secretly securing my baby in a private retreat, I ordered a medical-grade silicone pregnancy belly to hide my flat stomach. I stepped back into our penthouse, ready to burn his precious empire to the ground.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Veronica Demoore was the girl everyone despised. Mocked for her weight, humiliated for her grades, and crushed beneath a brutal home life, she lived every day as the target of ridicule-until the day she couldn't bear it anymore. The world thought Veronica died that night. But when she opens her eyes again. someone else is looking through them. Savanna. A woman once raised in the shadows of a powerful organization. A genius trained to survive, manipulate, and dominate. In her previous life, she had wealth, intelligence, and strength. In this one, she has none of those things-only Veronica's broken body and shattered reputation. But weakness is temporary. Bullies who once laughed at Veronica soon discover the girl they tormented is no longer the same. Her mind is sharper. Her gaze is colder. And the quiet girl they used to push around now carries a dangerous confidence. As Savanna begins transforming Veronica's life piece by piece-losing weight, exposing enemies, and rising to the top of the school-the truth behind her rebirth slowly unfolds. Because Savanna didn't die by accident. And the people who killed her are still out there. This time, she won't be their victim. This time- she's coming for everything.

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

Her sister is marrying her ex. So she brings her best friend as her fake fiancé. What could possibly go wrong? Savannah Hart thought she was over Dean Archer-until her sister, Chloe announces she's marrying him. The same man Savannah never stopped loving. The man who left her heartbroken... and now belongs to her sister. A weeklong wedding in New Hope. One mansion full of guests. And a very bitter maid of honor. To survive it, Savannah brings a date-her charming, clean-cut best friend, Roman Blackwood. The one man who's always had her back. He owes her a favor, and pretending to be her fiancé? Easy. Until fake kisses start to feel real. Now Savannah's torn between keeping up the act... or risking everything for the one man she was never supposed to fall for.

On our third anniversary, I stood outside a luxury restaurant, holding a limited-edition watch for my husband, Liam. Through the window, I saw him intimately wiping cream from the lips of his first love, Clara. Just as I realized the diamond bracelet on her wrist was the one he lied about, a violent cramp ripped through my eight-month pregnant belly, and blood soaked my dress. "Liam... I'm bleeding," I gasped into the phone in agony. "I'm not falling for these games," he coldly replied, hanging up as Clara laughed in the background. I almost died on the operating table during an emergency C-section, spending my first night as a mother completely alone. While my premature daughter fought for her life in the NICU, Liam was busy sleeping with Clara, eventually bringing her to my home to wear my bathrobe and drink from my glass. When my best friend confronted him, he confidently claimed I was just throwing a tantrum on a Caribbean vacation. He couldn't even recognize me when we crossed paths right in the hospital hallway. The man I loved was dead to me. He later called, demanding I come home to play the perfect pregnant wife for an important family dinner. I didn't cry, and I didn't ask for a simple divorce. Instead, I strapped on a hyper-realistic silicone pregnant belly and smiled. If they wanted the devoted, pregnant Sterling wife, I would give them the performance of a lifetime before burning their world to the ground.