BENEATH TWISTED HEARTS - Lies Doubt and Obsession
Not only was I drugged, blinded and assaulted. I was deceived into carrying a baby by a stranger I never knew. Then he appeared and took my child away.
I was sent to a militia by the father of my child. I thought I was rescued but I was recruited to be a weapon for killing. Who was manipulating me, I didn't know. The answers were far from what I knew.
Forced to blend into the world that I could never believe I would be to, a place where brutality reigned, kill or be killed was the only language. I have survived but he has to pay for everything he did to me, because I believed every phase of my life was set by him and him alone. Have I really survived?
Who would have thought, he existed twice in the same world? Do I really know who I should take revenge on? Him or the person I would sacrifice everything for?
Was my mother the one who orchestrated everything? What kind of pawn am I?
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Chapter 1
The alley was quiet but, the gentle breeze soothed and cozied me.
I put on my headset listening to "Break My Heart" by Ella Mai. It was funny how I enjoyed romantic songs and movies, but as a person it never interested me.
The alley was dry, and no one was seen. Just then, pang...pang...pang.
I stopped for a moment. It was a gun shot.
For a moment I refused to let it bother me. My steps were firm and sturdy. Whatever happened was not my business.
The gun shots intensified.
I reduced the volume of my music but, I kept walking. I never let things that weren't my business faze me.
However, I felt someone run past me but, I wasn't sure.
I stared into the distance the figure had disappeared into, but no one was in sight.
I quickened my foot step.
Suddenly, a firm hand grasped onto me.
I froze.
The hand was cold and strong.
"Help me," He said in a whisper. I tried to remove his hands but, he stared down at his other hand.
It was a gun.
Cold sweat ran down my spine.
"How can I help you?" I stuttered.
What if he pulled the trigger? God ooh no I didn't want to die.
I closed my eyes tightly.
His other hand was covered in blood. He was bleeding from his belly.
Goodness gracious, "what have I done?" I mumbled.
He stretched out his gun. "What did you say I should do?" Fear grips me. "Take me with you." The words he said rang like a bell in my ears, "How do you mean." My heartbeat quickening. "I mean your house." He said hoarsely. I didn't ask anymore questions. I held onto his hand and led him to my apartment.
What crime have I committed? I thought. Hand in hand we walked into my apartment. I loved my room clean and in order.
He removed his face cap and tossed it onto the couch. I wanted to tell him not to do that however, my life was still hanging on a thread.
Having mysophobia was already killing me but, what if he shoots me?
I gently picked it up and threw it into the bin. I ran into my room.
My heart closed just like the door did.
I stood there wondering what just happened. "Did I just bring a stranger into my house?" I didn't understand, but I had no choice.
I went to my bedside and, picked up a first aid box and, exited the room.
Slowly, I walked over to him.
My hands trembling. "Let me help you dress your wound" I said, trying to compose.
He stared at my face then to my hand and, waved his hand gesturing for me to come closer.
"Make sure not to do anything silly" He muttered, his gaze fascinated on the box.
I bent over and, helped him undress. My hands trembling.
Looking at his well formed abs I couldn't help but swallow hard.
His body was freakishly good looking.
I gasped.
I could feel his gaze glued on my face.
"You like what you see?," He teased coldly.
I called my thoughts in order. I didn't reply to his remark.
He watched my every action until, I was done dressing his wound. It was a stab not too deep, but I assumed he must have lost a lot of blood.
As soon as, I was done dressing his wound; I stood up to leave but, he stopped me.
"Because you have helped me, I won't kill you yet" I knew that voice, that demonic voice. Those from dark romance dramas.
"Thanks," I said and I hurried into my room. My heart almost jumped from its rip cage.
Just then, I had a loud bang.
He was banging of the door
My heartbeat quickened.
"What are you doing inside there? Are you calling the police?" His voice pierced the whole place.
I froze.
"Who did I bring into my house?" my body trembled, cold sweat ran down my body.
"Open this door" he said, his voice devoid of any warmth.
I didn't dare open the door, I couldn't. My hand gently clung to the door handle. Should I open it, should I not? My heart raced.
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8.3
Betrayed at the altar. Replaced by her own sister.
On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amara loses everything-her fiancé, her dignity, and her future.
But that same night, a dangerous man steps out of the shadows with an offer she can't refuse.
Marriage. Power. Revenge.
Now bound to a ruthless CEO, Amara is ready to destroy everyone who betrayed her.
There's just one problem...
Her new husband knows more about her past than he should.
And the closer she gets to revenge-
the more she realizes she may have married the man who ruined her in the first place.
7.8
My abusive ex was threatening a lawsuit that would destroy my father's career and wipe out my PhD. I was completely out of options.
That night, Graham, the boy from next door I hadn't seen in a decade, showed up at my apartment in the middle of a hurricane. Now a wealthy orthopedic surgeon, he offered a transactional marriage: he needed a local wife to keep his family away while he cared for his sick mother, and in return, he would make my ex disappear.
I thought it was a simple deal. But the morning after we signed the marriage license, Graham didn't just scare my ex off—he ruthlessly dismantled him. Then, Graham turned to me. His eyes were dead as he pulled out his phone, showing me a high-resolution photo of the night I illegally sold lab samples to pay off my ex's initial blackmail. He had hired a private investigator to stalk me. If that photo leaked to the FDA, I wouldn't just lose my degree; I'd go to prison.
"I needed a guarantee," he said flatly.
I was shaking with rage and terror. This wasn't a rescue. It was a hostage situation. Why did he hunt me down? Why use my darkest secret to trap me in this twisted marriage?
I couldn't live like this. I demanded an immediate divorce. But at the courthouse, the clerk dropped a bomb on us: state law required a mandatory thirty-day waiting period. Thirty days trapped with a ruthless, manipulative stranger. I had to find a way to break his leverage before the month was up.
8.7
I was the spare daughter of the Vitiello crime family, born solely to provide organs for my golden sister, Isabella.
Four years ago, under the codename "Seven," I nursed Dante Moretti, the Don of Chicago, back to health in a safe house. I was the one who held him in the dark.
But Isabella stole my name, my credit, and the man I loved.
Now, Dante looked at me with nothing but cold disgust, believing her lies.
When a neon sign crashed down on the street, Dante used his body to shield Isabella, leaving me to be crushed under twisted steel.
While Isabella sat in a VIP suite crying over a scratch, I lay broken, listening to my parents discuss if my kidneys were still viable for harvest.
The final straw came at their engagement gala. When Dante saw me wearing the lava stone bracelet I had worn in the safe house, he accused me of stealing it from Isabella.
He ordered my father to punish me.
I took fifty lashes to my back while Dante covered Isabella's eyes, protecting her from the ugly truth.
That night, the love in my heart finally died.
On the morning of their wedding, I handed Dante a gift box containing a cassette tape-the only proof that I was Seven.
Then, I signed the papers disowning my family, threw my phone out the car window, and boarded a one-way flight to Sydney.
By the time Dante listens to that tape and realizes he married a monster, I will be thousands of miles away, never to return.
9.2
When Alma's father stood in front of the bulldozers to protest, the energy company's thugs beat him half to death in the mud.
Instead of arresting the attackers, the police handcuffed her bleeding father and threw him into a cruiser.
"Stay back, kid," the officer barked, shoving Alma away.
Her father was denied bail and framed for assaulting an officer. The corrupt mayor just smiled and told her not to cause a scene. Meanwhile, the company mailed her weeping mother a severance check that barely covered a month of groceries.
Alma was forced to watch her family be completely destroyed by men with money and power.
Kneeling in the cold dirt where her father's blood had spilled, she didn't shed a single tear. The panic in her chest died, replaced by a cold, absolute hatred.
She realized that crying wouldn't do anything. In this world, justice didn't exist for the weak.
Years later, Alma stepped onto a prestigious Ivy League campus, her cheap backpack slung over her shoulder.
She was surrounded by the arrogant children of the very executives who ruined her life.
She lowered her head, hiding her dead eyes, and put on the perfect mask of a timid, helpless charity case.
Undergrad was just a training ground, and these elite kids were just her practice dummies. The hunt was officially on.
9.3
A pitiful wolfless Omega, Lana discovers that she is pregnant for her beloved fiancée and Alpha to be, Asher. He is the only man she has ever loved, but her world turns upside down when her Fiancée coldly reveals that he is getting married to her sister who is also already pregnant for him.
To make matters worse, her cruel sister and cheating Fiancé banish her from her only home!
Lana is devastated, but thankfully, her best friend Jasper, helps her runaway and hide her pregnancy from her former fiancée.
8 years later, Lana has become the mother to Asher's triplets and is engaged to be married to her best friend Jasper.
But by a cruel twist of fate, Alpha Asher suddenly changes his mind and kidnaps her!
So what is Lana supposed to do when she forced to choose between two powerful men, while also fighting off the traitors and enemies surrounding her?
9.7
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.