He Chose Her, I Chose Us
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago.
That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea.
I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive.
When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything.
"If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you."
He didn't know my secret.
After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.
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Chapter 5
Chelsea' s fall wasn't serious. The doctor completed a routine check, confirmed everything was fine, and Drake, ever the doting husband, escorted her back to a private room.
I stood in the doorway, a silent observer, watching him fuss over her. He fluffed her pillows, adjusted her blanket, whispered reassurances. He was a perfect picture of a loving husband, a devoted father-to-be. I felt like an intruder, a phantom from a past life, disrupting someone else's tender moment.
Chelsea, pale and appearing weak against the pristine white pillows, beckoned me in. "Kaitlyn, please come in," she murmured, her voice soft, almost ethereal.
Drake glanced at me, his eyes quickly darting away, a flicker of guilt crossing his face. I took a deep breath, the sterile hospital air filling my lungs, and stepped into the room.
"Please, don't blame Drake," Chelsea said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It was my fault. I asked him to bring you here. There are some things we need to discuss."
My lips remained sealed. I just stood there, a stone statue, my face devoid of emotion.
Drake sat beside me on the edge of the bed, reaching for my hand. A fleeting touch, devoid of the warmth I once craved. A flicker of remorse crossed his features. His lips parted, then closed. He struggled for words.
"Kaitlyn," he began, his voice rough. "There are some things I need to clarify." He paused, gathering his thoughts. "I… I met Chelsea again at a business dinner. One of my partners was forcing her to drink. I intervened. We… we both had too much to drink. And that' s how it happened."
He looked at me, his eyes filled with a remorse that tasted like ash in my mouth. He squeezed my hand, a gesture that felt utterly performative. "I swear, Kaitlyn, you are the only one in my heart."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I know this puts you in a difficult position. But the baby… it's innocent. It's my blood. I can't abandon my own flesh and blood." He looked at me, his gaze pleading. "Once the baby is born, we'll register it under your name. You'll be the mother, Kaitlyn. I hope you can understand." His eyes locked onto mine, seeking some trace of understanding, of forgiveness.
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Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
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The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
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Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
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Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
8.7
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7.3
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By night, she follows his.
Damon Blackwell is a cold, dangerous billionaire who hates Christmas, women, and anything that smells like joy. Haunted by tragedy and trauma, and memories of the girl he once loved and lost, he lives like a machine: money, control, and pleasure without attachment.
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7.5
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