His Christmas Present
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Aria comes home expecting to make things right with her longtime boyfriend but instead she gets into the wedding arrangements of her stepsister- the groom being her ex. A single agonizing night brings her into the hands of a stranger and she wakes up hoping that she will forget all.
Until she goes to a job interview and discovers that the CEO is the man she slept with. Damon. Her uncle, an older and powerful person and the ex of her boyfriend.
He hires her.
He wants her.
And he will not allow her to walk away.
Their clandestine office affair becomes a scandal that everybody is talking about. Aria attempts to be tough, yet her family is attempting to manipulate her, Damon does not want to give up, and her past is ready to destroy everything.
She begins to trust him just in time to be betrayed by the missing ex of Damon which also happens to look like Aria. The truth breaks her. The pregnancy, the heartbreak, the loss, the sickness... she believes that her story is finished.
Until Damon returns to her life in a manner that she could never imagine- taking everything to rescue her.
Now Aria has to choose whether she can love the man who replaced her once... or leave before she is hurt again.
A Christmas wedding.
A stolen company.
The second opportunity that she did not expect.
And one last turn that alters all.
His Christmas Present Chapter 1
Aria's POV
"Aria! Over here!"
I turned and beheld Aunt Mira waving her arms as she had a great big smile on her face. She was running my way before I could think, and threw her arms open and embraced me.
"Oh, dear," she said , cupping my face. "Look at you! You've grown so much."
"Aunt Mira, don't embarrass me."
She ignored me completely. "You have always been studying overseas. Never spent a single holiday at home. You have become a young woman before my very eyes."
"I had to complete school," I said to myself. "You know that. I couldn't just stop."
She nodded, eyes warm. "I know. Nevertheless, it is different to see you once again. You've changed so much."
We entered her car and she began to talk. I was mostly nodding and smiling and listening. Her voice was soothing, it felt peaceful and good to be home.
Few minutes later, she abruptly turned into the street that led to the cemetery. I looked at her, but I said nothing since I already knew why.
She pulled up next to the rusted gate, and I got out holding the fresh flowers which had been lying on the backseat of her car. Every stride to the grave of my mother was heavier than the previous one. It was so long since I had been here, and as I stood before her grave my chest was tight.
I got on my knees and put the flowers into position, touching my fingers against the engraved letters. "Hi, Mom," I whispered. "I'm back. For good this time. I'm sorry I stayed away so long... I hope I can make you proud."
Aunt Mira remained silent. I took a deep breath, and attempted to restrain tears. "I've missed you," I murmured. "I should've come sooner."
"You will be all right, Aria," Aunt Mira said. "You're smart, strong... like her. Your mother would be proud."
I nodded, and it felt as though some of the pain got off my chest. Then, having passed several silent moments, we returned to the car.
I shared my plans on the ride home with Aunt Mira. "I'm staying here permanently. I cannot continue staying in a foreign country. And... Caleb and I... we have been having issues. He had asked me to drop out of school and marry him, but I had to complete my education. I was too young to sacrifice my dreams. I want to be like Mom and learn about perfumes. That was always my plan."
Aunt Mira held my hand and squeezed it. "I understand, dear. I wish you all the best."
I smiled. "Thanks, Aunt Mira. I really need that."
"So... you will be attending Selene's wedding?"
"Yes," I said firmly. "I was sent an invite weeks ago."
"And... what about you and your father?" she asked cautiously.
I hesitated. "I am not sure I can remember the last time we spoke."
She gave a small nod. "Hopefully this visit will lead to a positive change."
After we got to her house, I unpacked very fast and took a long bath, in a bid to clean up the travel fatigue and the nerves. After that, I dressed up and I made up my mind to visit Caleb at his head office. I had to speak with him, to clarify things, hope that we would be able to salvage our relationship.
I arrived in the office and the receptionist stared at me. "Can I help you?" she politely asked.
"I... I must see Caleb, I said, in an attempt to appear confident.
"Do you have an appointment?" she asked.
I hesitated. "No... but it's urgent."
I was about to say more, when I saw one of his bodyguards standing near by. I knew this one.
"Hello, please I need to see Caleb, is he inside?"
I l asked rushing to him.
He looked me up and down. "Do you have an appointment?"
"No," I said, and my throat felt as dry as a cork.
"Then you can't see him." He waved toward the exit. "Security, escort her out."
I froze, humiliated. My chest tightened. I made calls to Caleb, but it was diverted to voicemail. I sent a number of messages, none of which were responded to.
I went back to the house of Aunt Mira defeated. I told her all and she listened without saying anything, just a quiet and worried look.
I went to my room to sleep but I could not forget about Caleb. My phone continued ringing in my hand and I could not pick it up. Then there was a WhatsApp message. It was my father.
"Where are you? And why is your number not going through?"
I called him quickly. "Hello father, it's Aria. I called up to tell you that I am already back.
His response was swift, stinging and outraged. "You are back in the country and forgot to inform me? Where are you?"
I lowered my voice as I answered. "I'm with Aunt Mira."
His following words sunk my chest. "I will not have a mansion when my daughter is living in a rusty apartment with the woman that advised her mother to leave me when I made a few mistakes. You are coming to me. Now."
He hung up before I could reply.
I went to Aunt Mira. "What do I do?" I asked after telling her what my father said.
"Don't worry, Aria. It's fine. My door is open at all times, if you ever want to come back. If it ever gets too much, I am one phone call away."She said.
I nodded, but I knew it was not as easy as she made it seem. I was forced to accept the fate. I had to go to my father's house for dinner and my potential move in.
The reunion was cold and awkward. I had just swallowed down a body shaming comment from Helena; when a car drove into the driveway. Selene, squealed. "My man!"
She ran to the front door to welcome her fiance. I stood there waiting, and regretting my decision of attending.
And then I saw him.
It was none other than Caleb.
Her fiancé was my Caleb!
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His Christmas Present of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.4
Grace, after three years of silence from a crash that stole her voice and family, finally uttered a hoarse syllable. It was her first sound, a breakthrough she desperately wanted to share with Josiah, her childhood protector. Instead, through a slightly ajar door, she heard his careless chuckle, followed by a sharp, entitled voice.
Alexandria's voice sliced through the air: "Josiah, are you really planning to bring that little mute to the banquet? She's a walking trailer park tragedy. It's embarrassing." Grace froze, waiting for Josiah to defend her. He didn't. Instead, he sighed, calling her "a responsibility" and "a lifeless ghost," then pulled Alexandria closer.
The words were serrated blades. Her silent devotion, her self-erasure for his peace, had made her a punchline. He was relieved she was broken. The bitter realization of his betrayal ignited a cold, white-hot fury.
Wiping away tears, Grace met Josiah, feigning her usual submissive smile, and quietly refused his "hush money." As he walked away without a glance, her inner voice was clear, sharp, and resolute: "I'm done playing your game."
7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.
9.7
Luna Elena Frost was never chosen, only assigned.
Bound to Alpha Alaric Ashbourne through a cold contractual marriage, she endures three years as a Luna in name only. He never comes home, never defends her, and never looks at her, while his heart belongs to another woman.
At his grandmother's funeral, Alaric publicly dissolves their marriage, humiliating Elena before the entire pack. In that moment, she finally understands the truth. She was never wanted.
But the Moon has not abandoned her.
A forgotten night resurfaces. Her long-silent wolf begins to awaken. And secrets buried within her bloodline start to surface, drawing danger from every direction.
Cast out by the pack that once used her, Elena must flee, survive, and uncover her true power.
Only then does the Alpha realize his mistake.
By the time he turns back in regret, the Luna he rejected may already be gone forever.
7.4
I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade.
But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory.
To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder.
Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me.
But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews.
Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms.
"What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?"
Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had.
I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull.
The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage.
I didn't break, and I didn't run.
Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen.
And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.
7.9
I woke up in a sterile hospital room, my head split open from a horrific car crash.
But the pain in my skull was nothing compared to the memory burned into my retinas just before the impact: my billionaire husband, Dawson, walking into a luxury hotel with a woman who looked exactly like his dead first love.
When Dawson finally arrived at the ward, there was no panic or relief in his eyes. He just coldly looked at my bloody bandages.
"Your reckless driving just forced me to postpone the quarterly board meeting."
Even our seven-year-old son, who I almost died giving birth to, didn't spare me a single glance. He kicked my hospital bed in annoyance.
"The Wi-Fi here is garbage. You're a bad mom! Dad said Aunt Angelita should be the one living with us!"
My blood turned to ice. For five years, I had bent over backward, wearing the hideous pale dresses he picked, starving myself to maintain a fragile figure, all to be a perfect, obedient substitute for a ghost.
And this was what I got. An unfaithful husband who would rather bury me in debt than grant me a divorce, and a son who wished I was dead.
The weak, subservient Charlene died on that wet asphalt.
When the doctor pointed to Dawson and asked for his name, I looked at my husband with a hollow, defensive stare.
"Who are you?" I whispered.
Using retrograde amnesia as my shield, I was going to tear their perfect world apart.
7.7
BAD REPUTATION
7.7
It was her hair that fascinated him. The reddish-brown mass was parted high to one side, windswept almost. And then there was her make-up, neutral save for the liner around her eyes and the bold lip colour... was that purple?
His gaze narrowed over it and she must have sensed his attention, her eyes flickering in his direction. "You know, it's rude to stare."
Her voice was husky, a crisp edge that rasped along his spine and sealed her appeal. Derek was hooked. Her eyes were back on the doors, her lack of interest obvious.
He should've taken it as a sign, but since when had he backed off from anything he fancied?
