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Creating my Freedom
Pampered By The Ruthless Biker Boss
After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy-The Nightingale Ranch-as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."
Creating my Freedom
Lauren has always been a magnet for men. She knew it, but she also hated it. Having been abused as a child, and became wild as a teen, Lauren thought she would find peace in marriage, but after many years of being content, her world crashes around her and the only thing she can do is find her free
His Penance, My Freedom
Two years, Alex. It's been two years. My whisper was dry, lost in the cold, vast living room where I knelt on marble, gripping his expensive trousers. For two years, since his mother' s death, this had been my life, my prison. He blamed me, twisted a lie of grief into his truth: I' d hidden her
Her Betrayal, My Freedom
My wife, Sarah, started acting strange about a week ago. She was walking on eggshells, her smile never quite reaching her eyes. Then came dinner, where she sprung it on me: "I was looking online and found a great clinic that does comprehensive health check-ups. They have a couples' package." It
His Regret, My Freedom
The call came on a sunny Tuesday, a day promising peace, as I reviewed blueprints in my home office. Then, my phone vibrated with his name: Ethan Carter, my husband. "Chloe," he said, his voice cold and distant, "We need to get a divorce." He wanted to give "her" legitimate status; he' d met some
Her Choice, My Freedom
The last thing I remembered from that life was the metallic taste of blood. Mark' s fists felt like concrete blocks, crushing my ribs with every blow. Through the haze of pain, I saw Sarah by the warehouse door, holding her son. She watched me die, her beautiful face blank, her eyes cold and empt
My Bondage and My Freedom
"My Bondage and My Freedom," writes John Stauffer in his Foreword, "[is] a deep meditation on the meaning of slavery, race, and freedom, and on the power of faith and literacy, as well as a portrait of an individual and a nation a few years before the Civil War." As his narrative unfolds, Frederick
My Freedom, His Regret
The cold ultrasound gel didn't dim the warmth in my heart; I was six months pregnant with a healthy baby girl, a dream I’d chased for ten years with my husband, Ethan. I drove home, convinced this daughter would finally heal our fractured marriage, my heart swelling with hope. I found Ethan in our m
My Hand, My Song, My Freedom
The smell hit me first, thick, choking smoke, then Lila' s terrified scream ripped through the festival noise. Jax, my fiancé, was a blur beside me, his face tight with a desperate need to save her. He started towards The Swamp Shack, towards the hungry flames devouring the old wooden walls. My b
My Freedom, His Lifelong Regret
For nine years, I poured my soul into proving I was worthy of my wealthy boyfriend, Clayton Wright. I endured his endless, humiliating "tests," sacrificing everything for a place in his world. But at our engagement party, the final test was revealed. He stood by as his ex-girlfriend, Anjelica, fram
His Regret, My Unbought Freedom
My husband left me to die in a fire, choosing to save his mistress while I lost our baby in the flames. But my suffering had only just begun. He and his lover then tried to poison me, swapping my life-saving medication for tranquilizers. When that didn't work, he orchestrated a car crash that shat
My Mother Died For My Freedom
I sold three years of my life to a billionaire to save my mother. I was his pretend fiancée, a stand-in for his ex, counting down the days until the contract ended and we could finally be free. But just as we were about to escape, his real girlfriend returned and publicly accused me of faking a pre
My Ex-Husband's Regret, My Freedom
I'd lived as a mafia queen, ruling with quiet strength, only to discover my entire life was a lie. My husband, Dante, secretly divorced me three years ago, then married our timid nanny. I wasn't just betrayed; I was a dead ex-wife walking, a ghost in my own home. A mafia daughter, I expected routin
Freedom Again
As a kid, Assirem, lacked nothing, she had her parent by her side, her friends, and anything a thirteen-year-old would want. However, fate happened she lost the most precious thing in her life, her father. Ever since her father's death, her life turned upside down, she met her worst nightmare her st
This Freedom
Arthur S. Hutchinson was hailed by the New York Times as having the “touch of a master hand." Here he tackles the question of a woman's place in the home in This Freedom. Attacked as an anti-feminist novel, it is an intriguing portrait of a marriage in the early twentieth century.
Too Late, Governor: My Freedom Is Mine
For three years, I was Julian Davenport's shadow – his bodyguard by day, his lover by night. Our routine was a carefully guarded secret, a stolen rhythm of illicit nights and cold mornings. Then, in the pre-dawn chill, his voice, flat and emotionless, sliced through the quiet: "It's over, Ava." He
Buying My Freedom From The Cheating CEO
For ten years, Giovanna Leonard's entire world was built around a flawless future with her fiancé, Johnathan, and the wealthy Brooks family who had taken her in. But at a glittering Waldorf Astoria gala, she found a VIP room door ajar and overheard Johnathan drunkenly promising to marry her stepsis
Freda's Freedom
Ken is a shy kid who turns out well, though the contacts and the gym body don't really cover up his shyness, or his brain. Freda is the most popular girl in school, a cheerleader dating the quarterback. A stereotype, who isn't really happy. Together one night, their whole lives will change, if t
His Sister, His Choice: My Freedom
The gallery shimmered with color, a vibrant tribute to my son Leo's first year, his framed finger paintings and tiny plaster casts proudly displayed. My art, my life, my world. Today, I was a proud mother and a celebrated artist. Then the gallery door creaked open, and a cold draft swept in with Br
His Ninety-Nine Betrayals, My Freedom
My fiancé, a Navy SEAL Commander, postponed our wedding 99 times for my manipulative sister. For our 100th attempt, I put my foot down. This date, or no date. He called two weeks before the wedding to cancel again. But this time, he threatened my career to force my compliance. Then I overheard the
UNNAMED FREEDOM
When the country's ousted President was prisoned, he came up with the plans to overthrow the government with the help of his rich friends. Six young men are brought together to stop these from happening. Would they stop them?
