Faked Disappearance, Real Love's End
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A month after my boyfriend "went missing," I unexpectedly bumped into him at a bar.
He was completely unharmed, bragging to his friends. "My girlfriend is way too clingy, so I needed to teach her a lesson. Plus, my best bro Keegan is playing along."
I didn't burst into tears, nor did I have a meltdown. Instead, I pretended I hadn't seen or heard a thing and quietly went home.
When Beckham called Keegan for an update, I was straddling Keegan's lap. "Focus, honey. Don't get distracted."
Keegan hung up the phone immediately.
As for Beckham? Let him stay missing—forever missing from my world.
Faked Disappearance, Real Love's End Chapter 1
A month after my boyfriend "went missing," I unexpectedly bumped into him at a bar.
He was completely unharmed, bragging to his friends. "My girlfriend is way too clingy, so I needed to teach her a lesson. Plus, my best bro Keegan is playing along."
I didn't burst into tears, nor did I have a meltdown. Instead, I pretended I hadn't seen or heard a thing and quietly went home.
When Beckham called Keegan for an update, I was straddling Keegan's lap. "Focus, honey. Don't get distracted."
Keegan hung up the phone immediately.
As for Beckham? Let him stay missing—forever missing from my world.
Chapter 1
Holly Baxter's POV
After a whole month, I finally laid eyes on my "missing" boyfriend, Beckham.
He was hanging out with Kiara and two other friends.
"Dude, you're here? I thought you were still 'missing,'" one of his friends said with a laugh.
Beckham waved it off dismissively. "Yeah, I needed a break. Holly was getting way too annoying. I figured I should give her some time to think about it."
He painted me as the villain of the story, making himself out to be the innocent victim.
Since he "disappeared," I had spent my days in tears, trying everything to find him, terrified for his life.
And all of that, in his eyes, was just me being "too clingy."
Kiara chimed in, "It was my idea. Works pretty well, doesn't it?"
Beckham gave her a doting smile and gently squeezed her arm.
"But isn't this taking it a bit too far?" another friend asked. "What if someone finds out?"
"Don't worry," Beckham replied. "Keegan's got it handled. He's been comforting Holly and stopping her from going to the cops. He's a solid bro."
At the mention of Keegan's name, all the friends nodded.
It was a known fact—he was Mr. Reliable.
Kiara scoffed. "Seriously, Holly is so clueless she'll never figure it out. She's probably still crying into her pillow, thinking he's dead."
I waited for Beckham to defend me, but he didn't.
Instead, he murmured to Kiara, "Don't be so mean, babe. You're too smart to waste your breath on her." With that, he gently stroked Kiara's hair.
Beneath the table, Beckham's hand rested on Kiara's thigh.
A friend asked, "When are you coming back and ending this so-called 'disappearance'?"
Beckham took a large gulp of his drink. "I'm waiting for her to completely break down. That's when I'll make my grand entrance."
I pressed myself against the cold wall, forcing myself to keep watching. Every single detail was searing itself into my memory.
The naked truth was right in front of me: the man I loved and the friends I trusted had conspired to punish me.
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
9.5
Elena's world crumbles when she finds out her husband, Alex, has been cheating on her. After confronting him, he doesn't show regret; rather he demands for a divorce and she walks away for good, giving up her marriage and the career she carefully built.
To move on, she strikes an unexpected deal: a contract marriage with Max, who turns out to be Alex's past rival.
But just as Elena begins to rebuild her life, Alex realizes what he lost-and wants her back.
But Elena isn't the same woman he once knew and she is not alone anymore.
8.8
My little boy died on the operating table during a minor, routine surgery.
That exact same night, my billionaire husband bought out the Hudson River for a massive, million-dollar fireworks show.
It wasn't to mourn our child. It was to celebrate his first love's son being discharged from the hospital.
When I confronted him with our son's death certificate, he sneered and accused me of hiding the boy to get his attention.
He held his mistress in our home, watched her fake a panic attack, and threatened to bankrupt my family if I didn't get on my knees and apologize to her.
But the most horrifying truth came from a terrified hospital nurse.
My son's anesthesia was deliberately kept low during the procedure to keep his tissue viable to save the mistress's child.
He was awake and in agonizing pain while his own father planned a grand celebration for another man's son.
I couldn't understand how a father could be so completely heartless.
How could he sacrifice his own flesh and blood just to please a woman who constantly manipulated him?
Looking at the ashes on my son's favorite toy, my paralyzing grief evaporated, replaced by a cold, unyielding rage.
I arranged my little boy's funeral alone in the freezing rain, left my wedding ring on the counter, and walked straight into the private hotel suite of my husband's most ruthless business rival.
"Let's take him down," I said.
7.3
Clara was the despised fake heiress of the wealthy Price family.
For years, she endured their coldness, desperately trying to please her adoptive mother and her fiancé, Preston.
But a sudden, terrifying vision of an alternate timeline shattered her reality.
In that life, the real heiress, Bria, framed Clara for stealing a priceless antique pearl earring.
Her adoptive family chose blood over loyalty, watching coldly as Preston publicly dumped her.
Clara was thrown out without a penny, hunted down by hitmen Bria hired, and died a miserable, lonely death.
Now, as the agonizing memories faded, Clara found herself back in the exact moment the nightmare began.
Bria was whimpering in Preston's arms, while the family matriarch slammed her cane against the floor.
"You will call Preston," Eleanor ordered, her voice cold and absolute. "You will cancel the engagement yourself."
They expected her to panic and beg.
They expected her to cry over the family that never loved her and the man whose bankrupt tech company she had secretly saved with her own code.
Why should she suffer for their greed?
Why should she let a venomous sister and a useless fiancé destroy her life when she possessed the lethal combat skills of a brutal alternate reality?
This time, Clara didn't shed a single tear.
She yanked off the five-carat diamond ring, threw it onto the table, and publicly broadcasted the secret audio of Bria's vicious setup.
Then, she packed a single bag and walked out the door, ready to crush anyone who stood in her way.
8.6
I am the last surviving daughter of a murdered Mafia Don, kept as a captive trophy by Julian Moretti.
To break my spirit, he systematically drugged my meals, turning me into a ghost in his gilded cage.
But the true nightmare began when he brought his childhood sweetheart, Linette, to live under the same roof.
When she pushed me into the estate's frozen lake and fell in with me, Julian didn't hesitate.
He dove into the freezing black water, looked right into my desperate eyes, and turned his back to save her.
He left me to drown.
I survived the icy abyss, only to face a crueler fate.
To cover up his betrayal and secure his power, Julian announced our immediate wedding, planning to parade me before the Mafia Commission as his conquered property.
When I swallowed poison to escape the ultimate desecration of my family's name, he simply revived me.
He pumped my veins full of paralyzing sedatives, dressed my limp body like a porcelain doll, and dragged me onto his private jet to New York.
"They will see that even a proud, wounded lioness can only whimper at my feet."
My father and brother had used their own bodies as shields so I could live.
How could I let my family's honor be trampled by the very monster who orchestrated their massacre?
As the plane descended into New York, the despair in my veins forged into cold steel.
If Julian wanted a Marino bride, I would give him exactly what that meant.
I would survive this forced marriage, and I would personally slit his throat at the altar.
8.9
I was kneeling on a Persian rug in my custom Vera Wang, staring at the headline that ended my life: my father had been arrested for a massive Ponzi scheme.
I reached for my phone to call my groom, Claudius, but he disconnected the line. Then I heard the sound that stopped my heart—the deadbolt sliding home from the outside.
Two floors down, my mother-in-law was already calculating the cost of my survival. To save the family’s stock prices, they decided a "grieving widower" was better than a disgraced bride. Claudius didn't even flinch. He downed a whiskey and gave the order to the staff.
"Do it."
The door swung open, but it wasn't my husband. It was the housekeeper and a maid wearing medical gloves. They pinned me down, ignoring my screams, and plunged a syringe of potassium chloride into my neck. They scattered pills across the floor, staging a perfect suicide while I felt my heart rhythm fail.
"I'm pregnant. Please."
I sobbed into the silk cushions, but they didn't pause. As the darkness swallowed the room, I realized my entire marriage had been a transaction, and I was now a liability to be liquidated. How could the man I loved sign my death warrant? Why was my best friend already wearing my engagement ring before my body was even cold?
But they forgot one thing: I was an Elliott, and we always have a contingency plan. The poison didn't kill me; it only woke me up. When I stood up from that chaise lounge, the bride was gone. I was holding the secret ledger that would burn their empire to the ground.
"Have a lovely audit."
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