Framed By My Husband's Love

I was a star lawyer, undefeated in court. Then my husband and my rival framed me with fabricated evidence, landing me in prison and destroying my name. But the ultimate betrayal came after my release. My own adopted son, the boy I saved and raised, slashed my tires while my husband tampered with the brakes, sending my car flying off a cliff to silence me for good. The world declared me dead. For seven years, I' ve lived as a ghost, scrubbing toilets and hiding in the shadows while they built a perfect life on the ashes of mine. Now, they' ve dragged me back into their glittering world, using my son' s 18th birthday as the stage for their own engagement party-a final, public spectacle to humiliate me. They see a broken cleaner, a ghost they can easily dismiss. They're wrong. Tonight, I' m going live. And I' m bringing seven years of digital receipts that will burn their entire world to the ground.

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Chapter 3

"We looked for you, Elise. For months. Nothing." Jace' s voice was calm, almost dismissive, as if my disappearance was merely an inconvenience. He stood there, in my tiny, foul-smelling room, in his pristine suit, a living monument to everything I had lost. "We even held a memorial. A proper one."

A memorial. The word echoed in my head, a hollow, bitter laugh threatening to escape. They had mourned a ghost, celebrated a lie. The sheer audacity of it, the sickening irony, made my stomach churn. My fists, hanging at my sides, clenched and unclenched, an invisible battle raging within me.

Jace' s eyes drifted around the suffocating space, a flicker of something that might have been pity, or perhaps just contempt, crossing his features. "It's been seven years, Elise. Katherine and I... we've been together all this time." He gestured vaguely towards Katherine, who stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on me with an unreadable expression. "And now... we're expecting." A proud, almost smug smile touched his lips.

I lifted my head, meeting his gaze directly. "Are you finished?" My voice was flat, devoid of any inflection.

I took a step back, pulling the door wider, a silent invitation for them to leave. They both looked startled, clearly expecting a different reaction. Katherine's eyes were still wide, her face pale. Jace's confident posture faltered slightly.

"Elise, please," Katherine whispered, her voice hoarse, "I just want to help. We both do."

Jace reached into his expensive leather wallet, pulling out a thick wad of cash. He shoved it into my hand, along with a business card. The slick, heavy card felt alien in my calloused palm. "We know you were a brilliant lawyer, Elise. I have my own firm now. You can work for me." He paused, a condescending smirk playing on his lips. "And we can get your paperwork sorted, your identity. No more living like this."

He leaned in, his voice dropping to a low, warning tone. "Let's not make things difficult, Elise. For anyone." He then turned, taking Katherine's arm, ready to leave.

Katherine hesitated, glancing back at me over her shoulder. "Annamarie misses you, too," she said, her voice softer, almost wistful.

Slam!

The sound of the cheap door hitting its frame reverberated through the cramped room, cutting off Katherine's words, sealing her out. I didn't want their pity. I didn't want their help. Not now. Not after everything.

My eyes fell to the business card, pristine and white, in my hand. Jace Bray, Attorney at Law. A successful man, built on my ruin. With a slow, deliberate motion, I tore it in half, then in quarters, then into tiny, confetti-like pieces, letting them fall to the grimy floor.

Help? They called this help? It was a bribe. A way to buy my silence, to assuage their guilt. But their guilt wasn't enough, not for what they took from me. Not for what they had done. Seven years had passed, but the wounds were still fresh, still bleeding. And their so-called charity was a bandage on a gaping, infected wound.

I didn't need their help anymore. I just needed to survive.

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I make my living binding monsters to their promises. But Silas Malphas is the one monster I never should have touched. As a Thread-Binder, I can see the glowing, invisible strings of loyalty, debt, and lies connecting everyone in the city's supernatural underworld. It makes me the ultimate contract lawyer-and the perfect infiltrator. My mission is simple: secure a job in the inner circle of the House of Malphas, the city's most ruthless monster syndicate, and steal the Primal Ledger from their lethal heir. Silas Malphas commands the shadows themselves. He is arrogant, dominant, and terrifyingly elegant. But the most dangerous thing about him isn't his power-it's that when I look at him, I see *nothing*. He is a void in the magical spectrum. No debts. No loyalties. He is completely unreadable. I was supposed to betray him. But as I am dragged deeper into his golden cage of high-stakes negotiations and blood-soaked boardroom politics, the lines between my mission and my dark attraction to the Beast begin to blur. When a rival faction launches a deadly coup and my cover is blown, I am left with a terrifying choice. To survive the night, I must forge a blood-oath contract with the very monster I was sent to destroy. I'm no longer just his lawyer. I'm bound to the Beast.

Horror Mafia Modern

8.1

Call Me By Your Name

8.1

When Amara Nwosu, a broken Nigerian photographer, lands in the vibrant heart of Lumeria, all she wants is silence- a place to heal, a city to disappear in, and a project to keep her hands busy while her heart stays numb. But Lumeria has its own plans. The city hums with color and chaos, music and memory, and somewhere between the rain-soaked markets and golden riverbanks, she crosses paths with Kairo Mbeki - an architect with a past as heavy as hers and eyes that see far too much. Their worlds collide under the weight of coincidence, and something unspoken sparks between them: a pull neither of them wants to name, a connection that feels both familiar and forbidden. As Amara's camera begins to capture the soul of Lumeria, Kairo becomes the part of it she cannot frame - the one thing she can't walk away from. But love in Lumeria isn't simple. Between family expectations, personal scars, and the ghosts of everything they've lost, both must decide whether healing means holding on... or finally letting go. In a story of second chances, cultural beauty, and quiet resilience, Call Me by Your Name reminds us that sometimes, love doesn't ask for grand gestures - it just asks to be seen.

Horror Modern Romance

8.9

Heina: The Red Demon Dragon

8.9

Suddenly, it was his turn to gasp. Fear. Shock. Disbelief. I couldn't tell, but he released my hand like it was some poisonous object. He turned away from me, towards the boys. "We are doomed. She will bring an end to us all." ********************************************************************** She's plus sized She's partially blind A nerd with brains...and bullies Her name... isn't a name. It's a curse. She's a curse A curse living in the human world And someone followed her there - her greatest bully. She hates her birthdays, they are her nightmares. But her eighteenth birthday turns out to be her worse - finding out the man she's called 'dad' all these years isn't her dad. And his biological twin sons are her destined mates. But that's not the problem. She is. She's the dragon that shouldn't be let to live. She's a doom to the dragon tribe...even to her own mates. Now, every dragon wants her dead. And the witches' clan want her powerful blood. The only people who can protect her, are the very people her demon dragon wants to destroy! Dive into this paranormal fantasy and follow Heina on a journey of self-discovery, character growth and unleashing powers that will ruin everything and everyone... including her mates.

Adventure Fantasy Horror

8.5

Mated To The Exiled Monster Alpha

8.5

After surviving years in the Alpha King's brutal prisons, I returned to my pack only to be stripped of my family home and exiled to a rotting cabin. I accepted the humiliation in silence, until I found a dying baby girl abandoned in a trash-filled alley. Taking her in awoke the terrifying, protective beast I had kept chained in my mind. The pack, fueled by rumors and a jealous woman's bruised ego, viewed us as abominations. They trespassed on my land to uncover my "dirty secrets," forcing me to build a massive stone fortress with my bare hands just to keep my daughter safe from their cruelty. We lived in isolated peace for years, until the day I took her outside the walls to visit my parents' graves. A convoy of royal Alphas arrived, and their Luna fell to her knees at my mother's cousin's grave, weeping and calling her "sister." I didn't understand. Why was my forgotten family connected to the royals? And why did Cassian Vargan, the most powerful Alpha in the world, freeze in absolute shock the moment he realized who I was? "You... are you Gideon Stone's son?" The bloody past I had buried under a mountain of stone had finally found me. I didn't answer him. I just pulled my daughter behind me and tightly gripped my knife, ready to slaughter a king if he took one more step.

Horror Romance Werewolf

9.2

My Curse, Their Endless Guilt

9.2

I was born with a curse. I see a shimmering, crimson timer above everyone's head, counting down to the exact moment of their death. For this, my family has treated me like a monster for eighteen years, blaming me for every tragedy I foresaw. On my 21st birthday, the timer finally appeared above my own head. I had twenty-four hours left to live. I spent my last day preparing a feast, a desperate plea for one final family dinner. With only minutes to spare, I called my eldest brother, Fredrick, my voice breaking. "Please, just come home," I sobbed. "I'm going to die tonight." His response was colder than the grave. "Are you really so desperate for attention that you'd stoop to such pathetic lies?" Then, I heard the click of the line going dead. I died alone at that table, surrounded by the food no one came to eat. But my death wasn't the end. It was the beginning of their nightmare, a personal hell of guilt they could never escape.

Fantasy Horror Modern

7.6

Pampered By The Sadistic Academy Villain

7.6

I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip. Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes. His pale chest was torn open to the bone. I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop. He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel. And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain. A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days. My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid. "Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume." If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed. But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap. How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself? I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive. Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face. "Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire." This time, I will rewrite my own fate.

Fantasy Horror Young Adult

Framed By My Husband's Love

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