His Poisoned Love, My Shattered Heart
For three years, I flew across the Atlantic for my fiancé, Dale. He was a brilliant tech CEO who swore he'd travel to the ends of the earth for me, saving a thousand airline tickets as "proof of his love."
But when I arrived a day early to surprise him, I overheard him confessing to our friends.
"Our relationship is exhausting me, and my love for her is draining away."
His words were just the beginning. I soon discovered his affair with a young intern, Jetta. When she drugged me, sending me into anaphylactic shock, Dale' s only punishment for her was docking half a day's pay.
He then took Jetta on a lavish vacation while I recovered alone in a hospital bed, his excuse being that I had "provoked" her.
The man who once showered me with diamonds and promises now defended my attacker. His love, once my bedrock, had become a poison.
As I stood at the airport gate, I sent him one last email with proof of everything. Then, I snapped my SIM card in half and boarded a flight to Iceland, disappearing from his life for good.
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Chapter 6
Faith Frazier POV:
Dale's eyes, still hazy with alcohol, widened as they landed on Jetta's bright red, swollen cheek. A furious anger ignited in his gaze. He rushed forward, shielding Jetta behind him, his body a wall of accusation. "What did you do, Faith?!" he roared, his voice thick with rage. "Are you out of your mind? Attacking her like this?!"
The man who had once vowed to love me forever was now defending Jetta, his eyes blazing with a hatred I had never seen directed at me. My lips curled into a bitter smile. "She's a home-wrecker, Dale," I stated, my voice dangerously calm. I lifted my chin, meeting his furious gaze. "Do you love her, Dale? Tell me. Do you love this pathetic excuse for a woman?"
He flinched, his eyes darting away for a split second. The fury in him seemed to deflate slightly. "Don't be ridiculous, Faith," he murmured, his voice strained. "Not here. Let's go home and talk."
"Home?" I scoffed, a humorless laugh escaping my lips. "You can be intimate with her here, but I can't speak the truth? What a joke." My laughter was a bitter, broken sound.
Dale froze, his face paling. He finally understood. I had seen everything. He took a step towards me, his hand outstretched, a flicker of regret in his eyes. "Faith, let me explain," he began, but Jetta, still sniffling behind him, whispered his name. He hesitated, his hand dropping, his gaze torn between us. "Please," he pleaded, "let's just go home. We can work this out."
"There's nothing to work out," I said, my voice hardening. I slapped his hand away, the sting in my palm a welcome distraction from the pain in my heart. "This is over."
I strode out of the bar, the cold night air a stark contrast to the burning rage within me. I heard his frantic footsteps behind me, then Jetta's soft, pleading cry of his name. I didn't look back. The moon cast a long, lonely shadow beside me as I walked, my heart a barren landscape.
I rushed home, my mind made up. My bags were already packed. I was leaving. Now.
Dale screeched to a halt in his car, bursting through the door just as I was about to leave. He was breathless, frantic. He pulled a diamond ring from his pocket, scrambling to put it on my finger. "Marry me, Faith," he panted, his eyes desperate. "Let's just be together. I promise, everything will be fine."
The diamond glittered, the inside band engraved with our initials, a symbol of a love I once believed in. His face was earnest, and for a fleeting moment, I was transported back to a time when his promises meant everything. But the cold metal on my finger brought me back to the present, to the crushing reality of his betrayal.
I took two steps back, pulling my hand away. The ring flew from my grasp, clattering to the floor. "What exactly is Jetta to you, Dale?" I demanded, my voice trembling.
The ring lay shattered on the marble, a crack running through the diamond. Dale stared at it, then at me, his face twisting with anger. "What are you doing, Faith?! How much longer are you going to keep this up?!" he roared, his voice laced with frustration. "You're being irrational! Jetta's just an intern, she's about to become a full-time employee. You're going to make me hate you!" His voice was icy. "You can't live without me, Faith. You know that."
I cut him off, my voice sharp. "Are you so sure?" I asked, my eyes piercing his. "You were the most important person in my life for ten years, Dale. But I have my own education, my own career. I'm not some clinging vine who can't survive without you." My voice was laced with anger. "Why do you think I can't leave you?"
His breath caught in his throat. He stared at me, disbelief etched on his face. He didn't want to believe it.
My phone screen lit up, a reminder of my flight. He narrowed his eyes, reaching for my phone, a possessive glint in his gaze.
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8.4
Twenty-four-year-old Rain Hart has fought to be seen all her life. Getting admitted into the prestigious Katherine Knight Fashion Academy with nothing but talent was a sign to her that things were finally falling into place in her life... until she encountered Adrian Knight, the billionaire CEO. She never planned to fall for the most dangerous man in it.
Adrian Knight is power, control, and temptation wrapped in a suit, and completely off-limits. He is everything Rain should avoid: married, connected to the Academy. But stolen glances turn into secret meetings, and before Rain can stop herself, she's trapped in an affair that could destroy them both.
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Now pregnant, hunted by the press, betrayed by the powerful, and drowning in a world where trust is a weapon... Rain runs.
But in the Knight empire, power doesn't forgive. Jealousy doesn't forget. Survival comes at a price. And some secrets?
They should never be uncovered.
8.1
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8.1
Arnetta had been married to a wealthy man for three years, but she had never even seen his face.
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To her shock, she soon discovered the stranger was Brennan Kirkland—her firm's top-tier client and a legendary Wall Street billionaire.
Hiding her true identity as a corporate spy, she manipulated her way into becoming his executive assistant to steal his data.
During a business dinner, Arnetta received a humiliating text from her absent husband, demanding a divorce and calling her a greedy parasite.
"He is a deadbeat coward who thinks money solves everything," Arnetta spat in anger.
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Staring at the degrading ultimatum, Arnetta's hands shook with blinding rage.
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7.8
The freezing rain lashed against my face as I clung to the iron gates of the Hendrix estate, begging for a chance to prove I didn't kill my best friend.
I had come here for mercy, but the man I had secretly loved for years had a different plan. He didn't want to hear my truth; he wanted to see me broken.
As the sun rose, the estate manager delivered the final blow. He shoved Emery’s phone into my face, showing a forged text message that framed me for her death, then turned his back as the gates slammed shut.
My own family didn't offer a lifeline, either. When the police came for me, my parents didn't fight for my innocence; they chose to disown me to save their bank accounts from Alfredo’s wrath.
I was thrown into Rikers Island, stripped of my dignity, and subjected to years of calculated, brutal torture paid for by the man who once held my heart.
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8.4
I was the "diamond" of the Sargent Foundation, a perfect orphan polished for the cameras and high-society galas. But beneath the glittering chandeliers, I was suffocating. When the pressure finally broke me and I tried to flee the Sargent Gala, I wasn't met with comfort. I was hunted down by security and dragged into a sterile, white-hot spotlight in a room I was never allowed to enter.
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