His Regret Began When She Let Go
" I want to know," Marissa said, placing a hand on her belly, "If you'll still be here to watch me give Bryce the child you never could!"
Rachel's blood ran cold. Of course! She was right.
***
For three years, Rachel has lived as the perfect wife of Bryce Voss. Gentle, composed and endlessly loyal, she believed love could soften any cruelty, until the day her husband walked into their matrimonial doors with another woman at his side, claiming she carried his child.
Declared infertile and a cancer victim after countless hospital visits, Rachel endures shame and cold shoulders from the family she once adored. When Bryce demands a divorce, she asks for one last thing- fourteen days. Fourteen days to remain his wife before fate decides what she'll become... but surprisingly he's indifferent.
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Chapter 4
Bryce gulped down his whiskey, "I don't even know, it just happened. I had slept with Marissa four months ago, and she came back, claiming pregnancy. I just feel guilty."
Bryce said to his only friend and business assistant. Richard had always been his special advisor when it involved business and relationships.
"I really do not have a say in this matter, Mr. Voss." Richard said honestly. "I just think you have to face Marissa since she is carrying the heir to the Voss family. Rachel couldn't conceive and it's not your fault."
"From my perspective I really think you need to give up on her. You don't have a choice."
Bryce nods in affirmation. "I know, but it's hard to make this choice, Rachel has never hurt me, she's innocent. I really don't want to let her go." He says, gulping another whiskey.
Richard takes a sip of his drink and refills Bryce's own.
"Mr. Voss, you have only a choice. Marissa is pregnant with the heir of the Voss family, but Rachel isn't. If you are willing to have an offspring....I think you have to stick with Marissa and let Rachel go."
Bryce says nothing. He stares at his drink without taking a sip. Though he loved Marissa, he still had a soft spot for Rachel- a spot he couldn't let go so easily.
Richard clears his throat, "Mr. Voss, we have an exclusive meeting by noon, you don't have to drink too much, in other not to-"
He was interrupted by Bryce, "I'm okay." Bryce stands and adjusts his cufflinks, turning to the bartender. "Just one more shot."
The entrance door burst open and a lady in a white silk dress entered, she stormed towards Bryce, her hips swaying vigorously.
"Bryce Voss." She raged, stopping at his desk. "After all she has been through, you still chose to break her? Don't you have a fucking conscience?"
Bryce was dazed. No one has ever spoken to him that way, not even his mother...and now this lady had the audacity to call him by his name.
He opened his mouth to speak but no words escaped.
Richard stood, blocking the lady. "Woman, I bet you don't know who you are speaking to."
The lady turned to Richard, her gaze burning into him. "Know who he is? Who isn't aware of Bryce Voss? The man who loves to break every good lady that comes his way but shields himself with the immunity given to him."
Richard's brow narrowed. "Before you exasperate anyone, I urge you to just leave unless you will regret the outcome of the decision you-"
The lady cut him off, placing a hand on her hips. "Since when did you become his mouthpiece, huh? Richard Wilson, the billionaire's bodyguard and maybe mouthpiece. I have a word with him, not you."
Richard's jaw dropped, he has never been humiliated this way before. The lady walked to Bryce, bringing her face closer to his ears.
"If she leaves you, I swear you will regret it. And if she breaks because of you- I'll personally suffer you."
The lady said and walked out, still swaying her hips.
Bryce knew that face. He knew that voice; dark and intimidating. How did she know about the divorce? Rachel was taciturn and she had not left the house. The question belonged to Rachel, how did Elara Anderson know about the divorce?
***
The morning sun filtered through the Voss kitchen window, painting the countertop in soft gold.
Rachel's eyes were swollen from the night before, though she had hidden it with a powder and a practiced smile.
She had made a decision; to cook for Bryce and Marissa. She would try to hold the home together and not try to cause any trouble. So she cooked.
The kitchen staff offered to assist, but Rachel gently dismissed them. She wanted this to come from her hands alone.
When her mother was alive, she always told her that food carried emotions. That a meal could soften even the hardest heart. She hoped desperately that Bryce still had a memory left for her.
She tied her apron and gathered the ingredients with quiet determination, then she started slicing, stirring and seasoning. Not long after, the aroma of Bryce's favourite dish filled the room; creamy chicken Alfredo, with the pasta soft and sauce rich.
Maybe, if they shared a meal, Bryce would speak to her. Maybe he would apologize and mend the fracture Marissa had driven into their-
The kitchen door swung open, Rachel looked up, expecting Bryce...Instead, Marissa strutted in. Her heels clacked sharply, her perfume floated arrogantly, and her smile widened when she saw Rachel.
"Oh?" Marissa tilted her head. "You're cooking?" She placed a hand on her belly dramatically. "How sweet. Bryce didn't tell me he needed comfort food today."
Rachel turned away, focusing on the pan, "I'm preparing breakfast for my husband and yourself."
"Husband?" Marissa repeated, laughing lightly. "Are we still using that word? Because Bryce spent last night with me."
Rachel's chest tightened, but she kept stirring, refusing to give Marissa a reaction.
Marissa sauntered close to the counter, eyeing the plates. "Pasta? Really?" She tapped her nails on the table. "Desperate, isn't it? Watching you play the perfect wife after last night...must be exhausting."
Rachel didn't look up. She wouldn't give her that satisfaction. Marissa huffed and wandered around the kitchen. "You know, I have been craving lately. Bryce bought me pastries this morning." She grinned. "He said the baby's hunger comes first."
Rachel swallowed hard, gripping the edge of the counter before returning to the dish.
Marissa's gaze fell on Bryce's dish, arranged with care, the plates still steaming.
"Is it for him?" Marissa asked softly, as she slowly and deliberately walked towards it.
"Yes." Rachel said.
"Hm." She picked up the plate.
Rachel turned sharply, "Marissa, put that down."
Marissa smiled venomously, "what if I don't?"
"Marissa-" she didn't give Rachel time to finish. With a swift, violent motion, Marissa flung the entire plate onto the floor.
The creamy sauce splattered across the marble tile, the pasta scattered and the plate smashed into jagged white pieces.
Rachel's breath caught. Her hands shook as she stared at the destruction of her effort, her hope, her peace- broken, just like her heart.
Marissa stepped on a shard, grinding it under her heel. "Oops," she said lightly. "Clumsy me."
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She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
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Elena stood flawless in her bridal gown. Five years of molding herself for Dante Moretti and a powerful mafia treaty culminated now. This dress was her only solace.
Then her phone buzzed. A text from Dante: "Wedding canceled." Two cold words, no explanation. Her world shattered, heart a sledgehammer blow.
Dante answered her call from a hospital, commanding her to leave, no apology. Her father and 500 mafia guests outside whispered of "humiliation." Marco then cleared Dante's things, revealing he was moving his long-comatose 'white swan,' Sofia, into their intended home. Her father's ultimatum: win Dante back in thirty days, or be married to a sadistic Russian boss.
Discarded, betrayed, and trapped, Elena felt absolute humiliation. She despised five years wasted, facing a fate worse than death. But as tears blurred her vision, a dangerous thought ignited: Dante wasn't the only Moretti. She wouldn't cry or beg. Instead, she'd choose the most terrifying Moretti of all, and make Dante pay for his arrogance.
8.1
Alice Monroe has always lived quietly. Between the late nights diner shifts and early morning classes,her world is small, ordinary, and safe. She doesn't have time for distractions especially not the kind that comes wrapped in tailored suits and gray eyes.
Brian carter is used to getting everything he wants as the ruthless billionaire CEO of cross enterprises, people fear him ,envy him and obey him. But the moment he locks eyes with an innocent diner waitress whose innocent eyes disarm him, Brian finds himself craving something he's never had , someone untouchable .
She wants nothing to do with men like him powerful, dangerous ,the kind who burn everything they touch. Yet fate keeps pulling them together. His world is full of secrets and ruthless,hers is fragile and simple. They should never collide.
But he can't stay away .
And she can't deny the fire he awakens in her.
7.5
After my boyfriend of four years publicly humiliated me at a charity gala, calling me a "charity case," I drowned my sorrows at a dive bar and had a one-night stand with a stranger.
I woke up the next morning in a luxury hotel suite to find out the stranger was Christian Porter, the most ruthless billionaire on Wall Street.
Worse, paparazzi had photographed us leaving the bar. He coldly informed me that the photos would create a scandal that could tank his company's upcoming IPO, costing him hundreds of millions. As if my world wasn't collapsing fast enough, I got a call that my younger brother had been arrested for assaulting my ex in my defense.
Christian didn't want my apology; he wanted a solution. He slammed a prenuptial agreement on the table in front of me.
He gave me an ultimatum: sign a two-year marriage contract to turn the scandal into a corporate fairy tale, or he would ruin me. Trapped, I agreed. But when my furious brother confronted him at the police station, Christian looked him dead in the eye and said something that left me breathless.
"I didn't marry her to solve a problem," he said, his voice echoing in the small room. "I married her because I've been in love with her for ten years."
8.8
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She was the courageous girl who came to his rescue.
Cassian Vale would never forget the brave young girl who told him that light could still be reflected from broken glass and stood between him and cruelty.
She became the dream that carried him through a lifetime of pain, the miracle he promised himself he would one day find again.
But fate is cruel with its reunions.
Years later, Liora Ashford returns to his world not as the radiant beauty he remembers, but as a woman marked by scars and silence, her once celebrated face altered by a tragic accident.
When she takes a job at Vale Dominion Holdings, she discovers the boy she once saved has become a cold, powerful CEO and he doesn't recognise her.
Terrified of what he might see, Liora hides in the shadows. But when he mistakes her beautiful best friend for his childhood savior, the cruelest betrayal unfolds.
The woman who stole her identity now stands by his side, bathing in the love that should have been hers.
As lies deepen, enemies rise, and the world turns vicious, Liora must decide if she is brave enough to reveal the truth, while Cassian must confront whether he fell in love with a memory... or the woman fate tried to erase.
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9.5
Ten years ago, a storm tore through Burke Manor and destroyed my life. I was just an eight-year-old orphan hiding in the shadows when a rotted balcony railing gave way, sending the heir to the Burke fortune plummeting to the pavement.
Before the ambulance even arrived, the lie was set in stone.
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He bought my grandmother's life and, in exchange, he bought me. He dragged me back to the manor, locked a titanium GPS shackle around my wrist, and forced me to be his personal caretaker.
He wants me to manage his pain, to bathe him, and to look at his crippled legs every day as a reminder of the "sin" he says I committed. He calls me his property, a slave to a debt I can never repay.
But while massaging his legs, I felt something impossible—muscle tone and reactive tension that shouldn't exist after ten years of paralysis.
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