
He Cheated On Me, So I Became His Aunt!
Ava couldn't be any happier after realizing the due date for her delivery. Excited and all, she comes back home ready to deliver the good news to her husband, Matt, only to stumble upon him buried deep into the lady whom he claimed was his younger cousin sister.
The betrayal hit different after learning the whole truth from them, they intend to make her death look like an accident and take away her inheritance afterwards.
They both succeeded in making her fall off the terrace which unfortunately made her lose the pregnancy and her life.
Few months later..
The appearance of a wealthy heiress who looks exactly like the late Ava causes a storm in the city after Ryan Manchester, Matt's Uncle, introduces her as his wife. Was it really Ava? or was this all a game carefully crafted?
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Chapter 2
Beep! Beep! Beep!
The machines in the operating theatre kept ringing on and on. The group of surgeons were desperately trying to save the life of the mother and child on the operating table but neither of the two seemed to respond to any treatment.
Meanwhile outside the theatre, Matt and Agnes sat on a bench. They tapped their foot impatiently on the floor waiting eagerly for the bad news to be announced to them.
"Cockroach! How long will it take for her to die?!" Agnes fired irritably.
Ava already knows too much and needs to die for their plans to succeed. They wouldn't have brought her to the hospital to get treatment if not for the servants who called the ambulance after seeing Ava covered in a pool of her own blood.
Due to the stab on Ava's baby bump, the hospital strictly told them to involve the cops before they could commence the operation on Ava, otherwise they'd have written it off as an accidental fall.
They didn't bother involving the Cops since they both want Ava dead but surprisingly, she was receiving treatment.
After an hour of waiting for the operation to be over, the surgeon stepped out with a gloomy expression on his face, he pulled off his nose mask gently and sighed hard.
"I'm sorry we couldn't save both mother and child. We tried our best.."
****
A week later..
"She was like the big sister I never had.." Agnes said in-between sobs dabbing the white handkerchief under her eyelids. She was dressed in an off shoulder black ball gown coupled with black elbow length gloves.
Over her head was a large black fascinator, her makeup still intact despite all tears she shed. Matt reached his hand gently to her shoulder, he wasn't left out in the act either.
The cemetery loomed with darkness as the brown coffin was lowered to the six feet grave. On the headstone was Ava's name boldly written on it.
Everyone in the cemetery were all moody just like the hollow screams of their dark clothes. Ava was almost loved by all or that's what they all made it seemed like.
"How am I supposed to live without her by my side? I curse you death for taking my beloved away from me!" Matt added.
At a distance was a silhouette dressed in all white overlooking everything going on from the corner. The pair of grey eyes roamed everyone's sad faces, their act was almost convincing that he had a hard time knowing who was hiding behind a mask.
One of the mourners was Ava's murderer. Just then, he caught sight of Agnes. His sharp grey eyes narrowed down at her. He hadn't seen or heard of her before but she was the one crying the most and also overly dressed for the burial.
"Bingo".
Suddenly, Agnes had a feeling of being watched, she snapped her head to the left only to see a figure in white for a second and after she blinked, the figure was gone.
She took a glance around just to be sure she wasn't the only one who saw the tall figure. This was a burial, everyone was supposed to be sad or pretend to be until it was over. But that person was on all white.
"I'll be back Matt. I need to check something out.."
Without waiting for his response, she rushed out to go after the person she had just seen. Once she got to where she had seen the person standing, she turned around in search of possible exits he might have taken.
"Did I imagine it?" she questioned herself in doubt.
But she could swear that she had seen him standing right here watching them and to be more specific, he was watching her. She couldn't catch a full glimpse of his face either.
"What are you doing out here on such a happy occasion? You're missing the best part of the ceremony.."
The sudden voice which came up behind her had her turning around sharply. The older lady dressed in a black straight gown had her smiling for a second.
"Mrs Chase..well I just stepped out for a while, I couldn't bear to witness Ava being covered up with dirt..." Agnes murmured in a soft and almost pitiful tone.
The two ladies eyes met for a second before they both erupted in laughter. "I didn't get dolled up like a black Barbie doll only to miss the best part of this happy day. I ran out of fake tears so I stepped out to get more.."
Matt's mother, Anna lifted a brow at Agnes words. She wondered how the latter wanted to get fake tears not until she pulled out a small table knife and an onion from her purse.
"It might be her burial, but I'm not gonna let her be the center of attraction. Everyone will look at me instead.." Agnes concluded.
In less than a minute, her eyes was streaming down with fake onion tears. "Come on, let's go cry some more.."
****
It's been a month since Ava and her baby tragically lost their lives, the police couldn't figure out who had murdered them, so they wrote it off as suicide since Matt made mention of Ava being insecure about her recent body changes after she got pregnant.
"I told her several times that I loved her the way that she was. But instead, she kept on insisting that she wasn't how she used to be because of the baby. One time I caught her trying to slit her own wrist.." Matt paused, bringing his handkerchief to his face, he gently dabbed it under his eye bag. "..I stopped her on time and maybe that's the reason she stabbed herself and jumped off the terrace.."
The two Cops exchanged brief glances and bowed their head slightly to honor the dead in a two minutes silence.
"We are sorry for your loss, Mr Chase. May the Lord grant the departed eternal rest.."
Matt nodded. "Thanks, if there's anything else, please let me know.."
"Sure.."
He watched the two Cops leave the living room, after they were gone, he groaned hard. "Pour me some wine, Agnes."
Agnes appeared completely stripped off of any clothing. On both hands were two glasses of wine and a grin spread across her lips.
"Now you'll have to decide, which do you wanna have first? The wine or me?"
Matt's throat tightened, his eyes lowered to her mounds and then down to her sex. A sly smirk appeared on his lips. "Why don't I have both?"
Agnes arched a brow, she raised the glass of wine to her lips and dipped a mouth full, she emptied the other contents on her body. "Come get it then.."
****
Meanwhile,
"Boss, she's awake.."
The figure sitting behind a desk shut the open laptop closed and stood to his feet. His grey pupils dilated at the young man before him. He didn't bother to give a response, he strode out of the study.
Once he got to the masters room, he saw how the doctor and some nurses were scrambling here and there to get things fixed. On the bed lay a pale figure.
Her eyes were wide open, there was an ounce of confusion in her eyes. As if noticing his presence, she turned her head to his direction.
"How is she?" His dry voice broke into the room.
The doctor turned around immediately with a small smile. "Mr Manchester," he acknowledged. "She's in good hands. We are running several checks on her and so far we haven't found anything that could cause alarm."
"Good. You can leave.."
The doctor and his team of nurses bowed slightly and left the large bedroom to the two.
He walked over to stand next to the bed, watching her closely, he noticed how uncomfortable she was getting until her hand fell on her flat belly.
"I'm sorry for your loss. How are you feeling, Ava?"
Ava's throat tightened in pain, she felt like she was suffocating. Her eyes stinged and soon fresh tears were streaming down her eyes. The fall from the terrace flashing vividly in her head. The mocking smile from Agnes and the sinister look Matt gave her before letting her hand go.
"M-my B-aby.." She stuttered. Both of her hands fell on her belly which used to be protruding a month or two back.
Her child was just a few days away from being born before she was killed by her father.
"What happened on that day Ava? You're the only one who can bring your baby's killers to justice. Give me names.."
Ava turned her back against him and lay on her sides, her wails didn't die down and she didn't bother to find out who the unknown man was or where exactly this place was.
The only thing occupying her mind was the betrayal and hurt she had suffered.
On seeing that she wasn't ready to talk yet, he turned around and left the room for her to have sometime to herself. He'll be back after she's done venting her anger and pain.
"Keep a close eye on her and attend to every of her needs.." He ordered the middle aged maid standing next to the door.
"Yes boss, the old master sent a few men over. They're here to see you.."
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He stormed into our penthouse with his lawyer, slamming down abortion consent forms and a divorce NDA, offering five million to terminate and vanish. "You're not fit to carry my child," he spat, gripping my jaw.
I refused the abortion, signed the zero-payout divorce to keep my company insurance for my dying mom's ICU bills, but stayed on as an admin assistant. Brittany, his mistress, spilled coffee on my reports, got me demoted to the dusty sub-basement sorting old files.
She framed me for attacking her, security dragged me out, slamming me into doorframes that cramped my belly. Trapped in a sabotaged freight elevator, I nearly miscarried in the dark, gasping for air while Ell rescued me—only to find my prenatal pills and rage.
At the gala, I warned Brittany the Angel's Tears necklace—Georgina's flawed design—was cracking. She accused me of theft; Ell ordered me stripped and searched publicly. It snapped anyway, shattering the diamond, but he blamed me, firing and blacklisting me on the spot.
Beaten down, humiliated, body aching from their cruelty—how could my husband, who I once loved, destroy me without a shred of doubt? What made him so blind to my pain?
Dragged from our home in the rain, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom pulled up. The butler bowed: "Madame Aura, your suite awaits." As Ell watched from his Maybach, I initiated the hostile takeover—time to bankrupt them all.

7.9
Meet Maya Brooks, a 22 year old who dropped out of school after her father was murdered and her family lost everything.
Determined to uncover the truth behind his death, she takes a job as a personal maid to Ryan Greenville a 25 year old, irresistible CEO known for using and dumping women.
Cold, powerful, and emotionally guarded, Ryan never planned to fall for anyone again until Maya entered his life.
As their worlds collide, dark secrets begin to surface.
Get ready for a thrilling journey of love, revenge, and hidden truths.

8.2
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What started as fantasy becomes dangerously real when they can't deny their chemistry. But hidden enemies and buried secrets threaten to destroy them both. When Alex discovers a devastating truth linking their pasts, he's forced into an impossible choice that could cost him everything,including Damien's heart.
In a world of power and deception, can two men build something real, or will their secrets tear them apart?

9.5
Jennifer, a fiercely independent entrepreneur, never imagined that running her company would put her in the orbit of Joseph, a reclusive billionaire with a dangerous agenda. Their professional clashes ignite a forbidden attraction, drawing them into a passionate affair that threatens to unravel everything Jennifer has built. As corporate sabotage, hidden heirs, and dark secrets from Joseph's past begin to surface, Jennifer's world spirals into a web of betrayal, desire, and moral peril. In a story where power and love collide, nothing is as it seems and every choice could be lethal.

7.4
For five years, Jodi was the perfect, compliant secret lover to billionaire CEO Armand Taylor.
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Refusing to be his dirty secret, Jodi invoked her contract's termination clause to leave for good. But Armand wouldn't let her go easily. He forced her to personally train her vicious new replacement, Selah.
Selah immediately tampered with a crucial financial file, framing Jodi for sabotaging Taylor Corp's multi-billion-dollar tech acquisition.
Without a second thought, Armand took the new girl's side. He cornered Jodi in the boardroom, his eyes dead and cold.
"You have three days to fix this. If you fail, I will personally see to it that you go to prison for corporate fraud."
He froze her bank accounts and stripped away her dignity, ready to destroy her life over a blatant lie.
He thought she was just a weak, discarded toy who would break under his threats.
What Armand didn't know was the terrifying secret Jodi had just discovered hidden at the bottom of her bathroom trash can.
Three positive pregnancy tests.
If the ruthless billionaire found out she was carrying his heir, he would never let her escape.
Wiping her tears, Jodi slipped into a severe black silk gown and crashed an exclusive Hamptons gala to intercept the tech CEO herself.
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9.2
I woke up in a blindingly white hotel penthouse with a throbbing headache and the taste of betrayal in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was my stepsister, Cathie, handing me a flute of champagne at the charity gala with a smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Now, a tall, dangerously handsome man walked out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. On the nightstand sat a stack of hundred-dollar bills. My stepmother had finally done it-she drugged me and staged a scandal with a hired escort to destroy my reputation and my future.
"Aisha! Is it true you spent the night with a gigolo?" The shouts of a dozen reporters echoed through the heavy oak door as camera flashes exploded through the peephole. My phone lit up with messages showing my bank accounts were already frozen. My father was invoking the 'morality clause' in my mother's trust fund, and my fiancé had already released a statement dumping me to marry my stepsister instead.
I was trapped, penniless, and being hunted by the press for a scandal I hadn't even participated in. My own family had sold me out for a payday, and the man standing in front of me was the only witness who could prove I was innocent-or finish me off for good.
I didn't have time to cry. According to the fine print of the trust, I had thirty days to prove my "rehabilitation" through a legal marriage or I would lose everything.
I tracked the man down to a coffee shop the next morning, watching him take a thick envelope of cash from a wealthy older woman. I sat across from him and slid a napkin with a $50,000 figure written on it.
"I need a husband. Legal, paper-signed, and convincing."
He looked at the number, then at me, a slow, crooked smile spreading across his face. I thought I was hiring a desperate gigolo to save my inheritance. I had no idea I was actually proposing to Dominic Fields, the reclusive billionaire shark who was currently planning a hostile takeover of my father's entire empire.