Gone With His Treacherous Love

On the fifth anniversary of my father' s death, I discovered my fiancé, Graham, was having an affair with my sister, Hollie. The betrayal was compounded by a second, more devastating secret: Hollie was pregnant with his child. All this, while I was secretly carrying his baby too. He swore his loyalty to me, calling betrayal the ultimate sin, all while planning a future with her. He dismissed her as a "childish infatuation" to my face, then rushed to her side for a "family emergency." I followed him and watched them embrace, heard him promise her fireworks and my life. I saw her hand him a gift, then he carried her inside. The door closed on their shared secret, and on my entire world. My sister then sent me a picture of her ultrasound, taunting me to leave quietly. She thought she had won. But she didn't know I had already made a call. Three days later, as Graham stood with a visibly pregnant Hollie at the chapel where we were supposed to get married, he saw my car speed past. His face twisted in horror as he realized I was gone. Not just leaving, but disappearing completely. Three years later, I returned, no longer his fiancée, but Dr. Cross, a powerful strategist he couldn't touch. And he was just a man desperate to get back what he had destroyed.

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Chapter 3

Corinna POV:

Graham was about to say something else, some parting instruction, when Robert, his aide, appeared at his elbow, whispering urgently. Graham' s expression shifted from feigned concern to genuine annoyance. He sent Robert a sharp glance, then squeezed my hand. "Later, my love. I promise."

He gave me a mysterious, almost mischievous smile, then took my hand, leading me towards the grand double doors that opened onto the estate' s sprawling gardens. "Come on, I have a surprise for you."

My heart hammered against my ribs, a dull, frantic drum. A surprise? Tonight? After everything? I wanted to resist, to pull away, but I needed to maintain the facade. I needed him to believe I was still his.

He stopped me at the threshold, his hands gently covering my eyes. "No peeking, my beautiful Corinna. This is something special. The perfect way to end a difficult day, and to remind you of our future." His voice was soft, seductive, a practiced lullaby.

I felt his breath on my ear as he began to count down. "Five… four… three… two… one!"

He lifted his hands, and I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the soft glow of the garden lights. Above us, suspended against the inky canvas of the night sky, hundreds of drones lit up, shifting and swirling, forming intricate patterns. They danced, a mesmerizing ballet of light, until finally, they coalesced into a single, breathtaking image: my name. CORINNA. It glowed, brilliant and ethereal, a testament to his power, his wealth, his performative love.

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, pulling me flush against his chest. "Happy anniversary, my love," he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe. "Seven years since we met. Seven years of the greatest love story I know. Every year, I try to outdo myself, to show you how much you mean to me."

Seven years. Seven years of me believing in this carefully constructed fantasy. Seven years of me, the naïve girl, falling for the charismatic politician who promised me the moon. I used to look at surprises like this and feel my heart swell with love, with gratitude. Now, it felt like a cruel joke. A gilded cage.

I remembered the girl I was seven years ago. Full of hope, brimming with ambition, yet willing to set it all aside for the man I believed was my soulmate. I had been so earnest, so dedicated. I had walked away from my own burgeoning political career, from the path my father meticulously laid out for me, to support his. To be his strategist, his confidante, his quiet strength behind the scenes. I had been a fool. That girl was gone now, replaced by a cold, calculating woman.

"And every year, I succeed," he chuckled, his voice thick with pride. "You deserve nothing but the best, Corinna. You always have." He turned me in his arms, his gaze intense, about to lean in for a kiss.

Just as his lips brushed mine, his phone vibrated again. The harsh buzz shattered the romantic illusion, tearing a hole in the carefully crafted moment. He pulled back, his jaw tightening in annoyance. He snatched the phone from his pocket, his eyes flashing with irritation.

But then he saw the caller ID. His expression, so full of performative romance a second ago, drained of all color. His eyes widened, a flicker of panic, then a raw, uncontrolled desire. It was her. "Little Canary."

He fumbled with his phone, trying to silence it, to hide it. Too late. I had already seen. My heart, already a fractured mess, splintered further. The sheer audacity of it. Calling him now, at my father' s memorial, at our "anniversary" celebration.

He tried to compose himself, a mask of weary apology settling on his face. "Corinna, I… I'm so sorry. It's a family emergency. A crisis I have to handle immediately." His eyes pleaded for understanding, for belief.

Hope. A tiny, foolish spark, flickered within me. Maybe it wasn't what I thought. Maybe it was a misunderstanding. Maybe…

"Is everything alright, Graham?" I asked, my voice a delicate thread, almost fragile.

He shook his head, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. "No, my dear. Not at all. It's… complicated. My aunt, an unexpected health issue. I need to go. Immediately." He avoided my gaze, his eyes darting towards the gates.

He reached out, his hand gently cupping my cheek, then pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to my forehead. "I'll be back as soon as I can. Please, go inside, get some rest. I'll call you as soon as I'm free."

He was already turning away, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Don't wait up for me."

"Of course, Graham," I replied, my voice a soft, compliant whisper. The obedient fiancée. The trusting woman. It was a role I played well, years of practice.

He gave me a quick, grateful smile, clearly relieved by my easy acceptance. "That's my girl." He strode away, his security team scrambling to catch up. I watched his sleek black sedan disappear down the drive, the drone lights still spelling out my name in the sky, a final, mocking touch of his carefully constructed illusion.

There was no way I was going inside. Not now. Not when the truth was calling. I quickly hailed a discreet car from the security detail, one he wouldn't notice. "Follow him," I instructed the driver, my voice low and firm. "Keep a distance. I need to know where he's going."

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The man who destroyed my life stood over my broken body, but he didn't recognize me. My husband, Carter, was just the lawyer handling the "Jane Doe" found at his client's construction site, worried only about legal complications. As a ghost, I watched him dismiss every part of me. The silver locket I' d clutched in my hand? "Just another piece of evidence," he said flatly. The faded tattoo on my wrist? "An irrelevant detail." He called me a selfish liar when my severe heart condition kept me from donating bone marrow to his manipulative fiancée, Cecelia. He threw me out of his car and left me on a street corner, where her thugs found me. He was consumed with finding justice for a stranger, blind to the fact that he was the one who had sentenced his own wife to death. I thought he'd never know. But then, the police showed him security footage from a community center. He saw my face, alive and smiling. And in that instant, the man who refused to see me in life was forced to see me in death.

Horror Modern Romance

8.6

Bound By Contract, Tied By Faith

8.6

Ivy Hart didn't just lose love, she was destroyed by it. Publicly betrayed by the man she thought she'd marry, her heartbreak becomes a spectacle she can't escape. Humiliated, angry, and done believing in forever, Ivy swears she'll never be that vulnerable again. Then Damian Blackwood steps in. Ruthless. Possessive. A man who doesn't ask, he takes. His offer is simple, his tone is not: Marry me. A contract. Strict rules. No love. No questions. But Ivy quickly learns one thing. Damian doesn't share. Not his power. Not his control. And definitely not what he considers his. What was supposed to be a cold, calculated arrangement turns suffocatingly intense. The way he watches her. The way he touches her. The way his voice drops when he says, "You're mine, Ivy." It's not part of the contract. And neither is the jealousy that burns in his eyes when her past comes crawling back, begging for a second chance. Because Damian doesn't believe in love... But he believes in possession. And once he's claimed something, he never lets it go. As secrets unravel and the truth behind their marriage begins to surface, Ivy realizes she didn't just sign a contract. She signed herself over to a man who would destroy anyone who tries to take her away... even if that means destroying her too. When the contract ends, one question remains: Will Ivy walk away with her heart intact... or will Damian make sure she never leaves at all?

Action Horror Romance

8.7

Bound to the Beast Mafia Boss

8.7

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

7.7

Bound To The Ruthless Lycan King

7.7

I fled my werewolf pack five years ago to hide in a human city, all to escape a recurring nightmare. Every full moon, a terrifying, golden-eyed Lycan slaughters everything in his path, forces me to my knees with a crushing Alpha command, and claims I am his fated mate. The vivid dreams were destroying my inner wolf, forcing me to finally agree to return to my pack for the annual Pack Run to seek a cure. But right before my flight home, I accidentally bumped into Rick Miller, the most arrogant, tyrannical Alpha on our college campus. He looked down at the coffee spilled on his expensive leather jacket with pure disdain, publicly humiliating me in front of the entire airport. "Do you have any idea what this jacket costs? Never mind. It's not like you could afford to replace it." As he coldly insulted me, a terrifying realization suddenly froze my blood. He smelled exactly like the ancient pine and storm from my nightmares, and his brief touch sent a mate's electric spark straight to my soul. How could this cruel, spoiled campus bully possibly be the legendary, terrifying Lycan King who haunted my every sleeping moment? As he turned and boarded his private jet, I looked down at my trembling hands and realized the horrifying truth. My trip back to the pack wasn't a journey to heal my trauma. I was walking straight into the cage of the very monster I had spent five years trying to outrun.

Horror Werewolf Young Adult

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

7.2

I Claim You, Mate

7.2

"I reject you as my mate, Omega." his angry voice growled, shocking me. "I-Is this because I am your stepsister now?" I asked, feeling an unfamiliar pain in my chest. He scoffed at me, gave me a glare, and replied, "Even if you weren't my stepsister, I would never accept you as my mate. Because you are ugly, weak, and vulnerable." I fell to my knees as tears streamed from my eyes. All I wanted was to die from the shame and pain of rejection. - Elara was a young omega whose fate collided with her two Alpha stepbrothers. She found herself trapped between them. The Kingston brothers, Trevor and Kevin, were the dream of every girl. Kevin was wild and aggressive while Trevor was cold and calculative. They were the two dominant Alpha brothers who possessed everything other boys desired. But when fate connected Elara with one of them, they rejected her. When she chose the other one, the rejected mate wanted her back. They had no idea that their one wrong decision would set off a chain reaction of feelings. This is a tale of a love triangle, shocking betrayal, and the unexpected path from hate to love.

Horror Romance Werewolf

Gone With His Treacherous Love

Chapter 3

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