Fiancé's Betrayal - Revealing the Cheating Plot

The scent of cinnamon and pumpkin filled our vacation rental kitchen as I carefully piped frosting onto my handmade Thanksgiving cupcakes. Each delicate swirl represented hours of practice, a labor of love for tomorrow's livestream that could change everything for my career. "Perfect," I whispered, stepping back to admire my creations. The cupcakes were works of art—golden crusts with hints of maple, topped with cream cheese frosting and tiny handcrafted sugar leaves in autumn colors. My followers would go crazy for them. I glanced at the clock: 6:30 PM. In less than twenty-four hours, millions of viewers would tune in to my Thanksgiving special. The collaboration with Elite Hospitality Brands could elevate my channel from successful to superstar status. "Skyler?" Carson's voice startled me from my thoughts. "You've been in here for hours.

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"Perfect," I whispered, stepping back to admire my creations. The cupcakes were works of art—golden crusts with hints of maple, topped with cream cheese frosting and tiny handcrafted sugar leaves in autumn colors. My followers would go crazy for them.

I glanced at the clock: 6:30 PM. In less than twenty-four hours, millions of viewers would tune in to my Thanksgiving special. The collaboration with Elite Hospitality Brands could elevate my channel from successful to superstar status.

"Skyler?" Carson's voice startled me from my thoughts. "You've been in here for hours. Everything okay?"

I turned to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. My fiancé of eight years looked handsome as always in his dark sweater and jeans, but something seemed off. His eyes didn't quite meet mine.

"I'm just nervous about tomorrow's livestream," I said, wiping frosting from my fingers. "This collaboration could double our rental bookings next year."

Carson nodded, but his attention darted to his phone as it buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, glanced at the screen, then quickly typed a response.

"Important message?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light.

"Just work stuff," he replied, slipping the phone back. "The Peterson group wanted confirmation about their Christmas booking."

Another buzz. Another quick response.

"Carson, is everything okay? You've been... distant lately."

He crossed the room and kissed my forehead, his cologne mingling with the dessert scents. "Everything's fine, babe. Just pre-holiday stress."

But as he turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of his screen—a message from someone named Arlette. My stomach tightened. Arlette was supposed to be his childhood friend, someone he rarely mentioned anymore.

"I thought you were meeting Arlette tonight," I said, trying to sound casual. "For dinner, right?"

Carson paused at the doorway. "Yeah, just catching up. He's in town for the holiday and wanted to grab a bite."

He was leaving already? I hadn't even finished setting up the livestream equipment.

"You're going now? But we were going to review the shot list together."

"Can't be late," he said, checking his watch. "We'll go over everything in the morning. The lighting team isn't coming until noon anyway."

After he left, I stood alone in the kitchen, staring at my perfect cupcakes. Something felt wrong. Carson had been acting strange for weeks—hushed phone calls, mysterious text messages, and now rushing off to meet Arlette when we had work to do.

I grabbed my phone and scrolled through my camera roll, reviewing footage for tomorrow's livestream. As I reached for my equipment bag, my fingers brushed against a small device—a live streaming lapel mic I'd ordered for backup.

A crazy thought popped into my head. What if...

No. I couldn't possibly spy on Carson. That would be paranoid, invasive, wrong.

But what if he's hiding something?

I picked up the mic, weighing it in my palm. It was tiny, barely noticeable. Just in case, I told myself. Just in case my intuition was right.

Twenty minutes later, I heard Carson's footsteps returning. I quickly slipped the mic into his jacket pocket hanging by the door.

"I forgot my wallet," he explained, grabbing it from the counter. He didn't notice my trembling hands or the guilty look on my face.

"Have fun," I said, forcing a smile. "Say hi to Arlette for me."

After he left again, I sat at my laptop, staring at the livestream dashboard. The backup feed was live, connected to Carson's microphone. I shouldn't watch, I told myself. This was invasive. Wrong.

But I couldn't stop myself from clicking on the feed.

At first, there was nothing—just the sound of a car engine, some muffled conversation. Then Carson's voice came through clearly: "She has no idea."

My heart froze. Who was he talking about? Me?

The feed suddenly showed video—the interior of a car, then a gorgeous property with a glass-roofed hot tub visible through the window.

"Oh my god," a female voice gasped. "This place is amazing."

Female? Arlette was supposed to be a man.

I leaned closer to the screen, my hands shaking.

"Wait until you see the hot tub," Carson said, his voice husky in a way I recognized all too well.

The camera jostled as Carson removed his jacket. Through the mic's feed, I watched in horror as Carson and Arlette—definitely a woman despite her masculine clothing—embraced passionately.

"She still thinks you're just my childhood friend," Carson laughed against Arlette's neck.

"And she never suspected?" Arlette asked, pulling Carson closer.

"Not a clue," he said proudly. "Which makes our plan even easier."

I gripped the edge of my desk, feeling the world tilt beneath me.

"What about tomorrow's livestream?" Arlette asked as they climbed into the hot tub.

Carson's laugh chilled me to the bone. "That's where the real fun begins."

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Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad

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7.8

From Beloved To Battered: Her Reckoning

7.8

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9.5

His Secret Heir In Her Arms

9.5

I returned to New York with a broken suitcase and exactly three hundred and forty-two dollars in my bank account. My mother was dying in a public hospital, and the only treatment that could save her required a fifty-thousand-dollar deposit I didn't have. While I was pleading with the billing department, I ran into my billionaire ex, Gannon Sharpe, and his cruel fiancée, Aleta. Without a second thought, Aleta slapped me so hard my lip split, kicking my belongings across the floor and calling me a gold-digging thief in front of the entire staff. I looked at Gannon, the man I once loved more than my own life, hoping for a shred of mercy. Instead, he looked at me with pure revulsion and told me I belonged in the gutter. He believed the lies his grandfather told him—that I had abandoned him after his car crash and vanished with millions. He had no idea I was the one who actually pulled him from that burning wreckage, or that I was currently skipping meals in a moldy motel just so our secret son could have formula. He called me "disgusting" and walked away, leaving me to rot. I wanted to scream that I was the genius scientist who wrote his company’s core algorithms, and that the child he didn’t know existed was shivering with a fever only blocks away. But the ironclad NDA I signed to save my family kept me silent, even as Gannon looked at me like I was something he’d stepped in. Desperate for health insurance to save my mother and son, I took a bottom-tier data entry job in the basement of Gannon’s own tower, intending to stay invisible. But when a billion-dollar error threatened to bankrupt his empire, I couldn't stop myself from hacking the system to fix the code. Now, the man who hates me is standing in my cubicle, demanding to know how a "dropout" knows his most guarded secrets. Gannon is finally digging into my past, and he’s about to find out exactly what—and who—I’ve been hiding for the last four years.

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LOVE IN THE SHADOW

7.3

Summer Mark, a dedicated doctor, saves a mysterious stranger from a brutal attack on a rainy Miami night. As she tends to his wounds, their eyes lock, and she feels an inexplicable connection. Unbeknownst to Summer, the stranger is linked to one of Miami's most feared mafias, and their chance encounter will set off a chain of events that will forever change her life.

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