Happiness Never Knocks

After five years of marriage and raising a son with Daniel, Kimberly’s world shatters when Siena returns. Despite her devotion, she discovers she was always an outsider in her own home. With Daniel consistently choosing his former love and her son growing increasingly attached to Siena, Kimberly realizes her place has been usurped. Fortunately, their union was merely a contract. In just seven days, she will finally walk away from this cold billionaire life to reclaim her independence.

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Chapter 6

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Daniel turned, his worry for Siena intensifying with every passing second.

"I'm fine," she muttered weakly. "Just a dizzy spell from seeing blood. Don't worry about me. Kimberly needs you more."

"But your face is bloodless," Henry shouted. "Dad, hurry! Let's get her to the hospital. The car stopped in time. Mom's just acting to get your attention."

Daniel's gaze shifted to Kimberly, doubt creeping into his mind like a shadow. He was torn until Siena groaned softly.

Losing reason, he rushed to her side, helped her up, and headed to the car. Passing Kimberly, he covered Siena's eyes and looked away.

His conscience gnawed at his heart with every step he took. He stammered, "Siena has always been frail. I can't risk her health. I called 911. Help is coming. Hang on."

Their footsteps faded into the distance, leaving Kimberly alone and abandoned on the cold, hard ground.

She tried to laugh at the irony of the situation, but blood trickled from her lips.

When the stretcher arrived, her vision blurred. The medics muttered incredulously, "What kind of people call an ambulance and leave the injured alone?"

Kimberly woke up in a hospital bed.

A doctor came to check on her. "Car accident? You've got scrapes and a mild concussion."

Kimberly nodded.

The driver had braked in time, but the impact still lingered in her body and mind.

She asked, "How soon can I leave?"

"Don't think about leaving for now. With a concussion, you need at least four days of rest and observation," said the doctor seriously.

Kimberly counted the days left before the contract ended. By the time she was discharged, there would be only one day left.

She exhaled, feeling freedom closer.

Nurses gossiped nearby. "Hey, did you hear? Siena Gallegos is in our hospital. Her rumored boyfriend is here too."

"Really?"

"No joke. Mr. Carter was frantic, carrying her to the VIP ward."

"He got a top specialist for her checkup."

Kimberly gave a bitter laugh and hobbled to the VIP ward, leaning on the wall.

Through a door crack, Siena was seen lying on the bed. Henry clutched her hand, and Daniel fed her soup, his eyes tender in a way Kimberly had never known.

They looked like a sweet couple, while Kimberly, outside, felt like an intruder in their joy.

A nurse came to check on Siena, mistaking Kimberly for a fan. She muttered, "You think they're sweet, huh? Mr. Carter was so worried, like he wished he'd fainted instead. With concern like that? The news must be true."

Kimberly croaked, "Yeah, they are sweet."

She returned to her ward where her phone stayed silent. There wasn't even a text from Daniel or Henry asking about her situation.

Their care for Siena was a stark contrast to their indifference toward her.

Only an urgent email from a foreign publisher awaited her. A contest loomed on the horizon, and she needed to submit her work soon.

Losing no time, she had Hannah bring her laptop, and in her quiet private room, she turned off her phone, set the laptop offline to focus, and started typing away.

For five years, she had fully devoted herself to Daniel. Rarely writing, she had forgotten the feel of the keys beneath her fingers. But now, it all came back to her, familiar and comforting like an old friend.

She immersed herself in her writing and lost track of time.

Till a nurse came with the notice that she could leave, she finally realized that four days had passed.

Luckily, her essay was complete.

After sending it off, she turned on her phone and saw 99+ missed calls and texts from Daniel.

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She bit her lower lip, nervous. "You're a dangerous man. I have seen you kill without a thought. What's to make me believe it won't be my head falling to the ground one day?" He stared at her for long, quiet seconds before he said slowly, "There are far more dangerous things I want to do to you and with your body. Death by my hand should be the least of your worries." ***** Candice is a metropolitan real estate agent, whose world revolves around closing deals and raking in commissions. But everything changed when a mysterious billionaire set her up on a blind date, thrusting her into a world beyond her wildest imagination. Suddenly, she finds herself at the center of a supernatural storm, with creatures from the shadows seeking to exploit her connection to Wayne Wyatt, the powerful and enigmatic werewolf monarch. Forced into a role she didn't fully understand, she agrees to play her role as Luna to her newly found Alpha – but only for a price. However, taming the proud and infuriating King would require her to navigate a delicate balance of power and seduction, testing her wits and will against his unyielding dominance. She finds herself in a bind, trying to resist this gorgeous, prideful king or succumb to the primal attraction that threatens to consume them both.

Billionaire Modern Werewolf

9.4

Goodbye to My Don

9.4

Vincenzo Moretti leads a double life as a tech mogul and a ruthless mafia Don. His wife, Isabella, has endured a decade of his infidelity, but the ultimate betrayal occurs when his mistress causes a fatal accident. After Vincenzo abandons his injured wife and dying child, Isabella wakes from a coma to a shattered world. With her mother also dead, she demands her freedom from the Moretti patriarch. When a repentant Vincenzo eventually begs for her return, Isabella chooses to walk away forever.

Action Billionaire Mafia Modern Mystery Romance

8.8

My Husband and Son Gave Her My Thanksgiving Seat

8.8

After her husband Adrian and son Lucas relegate her to a servant's status and hand her Thanksgiving seat to another woman, she boards a flight to Shanghai. Without her market model, Adrian's C$1.8 million investment crumbles, and Lucas's university file is frozen without her certified volunteer hours. Refusing to salvage their self-inflicted financial ruin or validate their lies, she launches her own venture, CrossCurrent, to permanently reclaim her independence.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Rising From The Deep: The Heiress's Wrath

9.4

I walked into the master suite clutching a positive pregnancy test, convinced this tiny plastic stick would finally mend the cracks in my relationship with Braeden Randall. I was ready to tell him we were starting a family, that our future was finally secure. Instead of a celebration, a heavy manila envelope struck me in the chest, slicing my lip open. Photos scattered at my feet—grainy images of a woman who looked exactly like me entering a seedy motel with a stranger. Before I could speak, Braeden’s face twisted with a hatred so pure it stole my breath. "I’m pregnant, Braeden! It’s yours!" I sobbed, shielding my stomach. He didn’t hesitate. He called my baby "evidence of my filth" and delivered a kick so brutal it sent me crashing through a glass coffee table. As I lay amidst the shards, watching the white carpet turn crimson with the blood of my lost child, he simply adjusted his cufflinks and told me to "clean up the mess" before walking out. Hours later, I was bound in ropes on a yacht during a violent storm. My stepmother, Brittny, leaned in and whispered the ultimate betrayal: she had murdered my mother, and now she was finishing me off. They threw me into the black, churning ocean like garbage, expecting the waves to swallow my secrets forever. I sank into the freezing depths, fueled by the memory of that final, desperate flutter in my womb and the cold realization that my life had been stolen by a calculated frame-up. How could the man I loved turn into a monster in a single afternoon, and what else were they hiding? Now, four years later, I’ve returned to Cloud City with a heart forged in ice and a genius son who looks exactly like the man who tried to kill me. I’m no longer the victim who begged for mercy; I’m a rising star auditioning for the lead in Braeden’s new production. The games are just beginning, and I won't stop until I've dismantled the Randall empire piece by piece.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.0

Switch of Fate

8.0

After being poisoned by her jealous sister, Lily, the protagonist wakes up on their shared wedding day. In their past life, Lily married a billionaire who eventually abandoned her, while the protagonist's humble husband rose to political power. Now, Lily attempts to steal her sister's fate by switching partners, believing a different man guarantees success. However, her greed leads to a faster downfall, proving that character, not just a husband, defines one's destiny.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.6

The Convict Heiress: Marrying The Billionaire

9.6

The heavy thud of the release stamp was the only goodbye I got from the warden after five years in federal prison. I stepped out into the blinding sun, expecting the same flash of paparazzi bulbs that had seen me dragged away in handcuffs, but there was only a single black limousine idling on the shoulder of the road. Inside sat my mother and sister, clutching champagne and looking at my frayed coat with pure disgust. They didn't offer a welcome home; instead, they tossed a thick legal document onto the table and told me I was dead to the city. "Gavin and I are getting engaged," my sister Mia sneered, flicking a credit card at me like I was a stray dog. "He doesn't need a convict ex-fiancée hanging around." Even after I saved their lives from an armed kidnapping attempt by ramming the attackers off the road, they rewarded me by leaving me stranded in the dirt. When I finally ran into Gavin, the man who had framed me, he pinned me against a wall and threatened to send me back to a cell if I ever dared to show my face at their wedding. They had stolen my biotech research, ruined my name, and let me rot for half a decade while they lived off my brilliance. They thought they had broken me, leaving me with nothing but an expired chapstick and a few old photos in a plastic bag. What they didn't know was that I had spent those five years becoming "Dr. X," a shadow consultant with five hundred million dollars in crypto and a secret that would bring the city to its knees. I wasn't just a victim anymore; I was a weapon, and I was pregnant with the heir they thought they had erased. I walked into the Melton estate and made an offer to the most powerful man in New York. "I'll save your grandfather's life," I told Horatio Melton, staring him down. "But the price is your last name. I'm taking back what's mine, and I'm starting with the man who thinks he's marrying my sister."

Billionaire Modern Romance

Happiness Never Knocks

Chapter 6

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