I Carried His Child While He Planned Their Wedding

After two years of dating, I discovered that my boyfriend had been engaged the entire time. On the night before their wedding, a friend of his questioned if he was afraid I’d make a scene since he hadn’t been honest with me. Zavier nonchalantly replied, “The thing I love most about Helen is her naivety. She believes everything I say.” “When she asked if I was single, I just nodded, and she actually believed it. I never bothered to explain, and she never questioned me.” “Besides, her situation is quite complicated, making a scene wouldn't benefit her.” He was sure I couldn’t leave him, convinced that even if I uncovered his lies, he’d still maintain control. But he was the one who warned me not to regret my decisions, and in the end, it was he who regretted first. --- Two weeks into my silent standoff with Zavier, I found out I was pregnant. I truly loved Zavier and had always dreamed of starting a family with him. But when Dr. Patterson asked if I wanted to keep the baby, I hesitated.

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Through Waylon Austin's Instagram update, I found out they were meeting at the usual spot today.

When I arrived, Zavier's assistant, Megan Silva, was lounging on a deck chair at the entrance of the vacation house, cigarette in hand.

She seemed a bit surprised to see me but gave a slight nod before motioning toward the second-to-last room. She was efficient but not particularly warm, something I had grown accustomed to. I smiled and headed inside.

The door to the room was wide open, and the thick smell of smoke and alcohol made me hesitate for a moment. Just then, I heard someone mention my name.

"Zavier, you're about to get married. Aren't you planning to come clean with Helen? Aren't you worried she'll make a scene when she finds out the truth?"

"She won't find out," Zavier said confidently. "What attracts me most to Helen is her innocence. She takes my word for everything."

"When she asked if I was single, I just nodded, not thinking she'd take it literally. I couldn't be bothered to explain, and she's never questioned it."

"Ha! So you're with her because she's easy to fool?"

"Not exactly. She chased me for over two months, and I felt a bit guilty. Plus, she's definitely my type, so I went along with it."

"I figured we'd date for a month or two and call it quits if it didn't work out. But, surprise, surprise, it's been almost two years."

As he said this, he squinted slightly, exhaling smoke rings, seemingly reminiscing yet boasting a bit.

His friends chuckled, "Zavier sure knows how to play both sides."

"When you get married, why not give Helen a box of chocolates too? Just say it's from a friend's wedding, let her enjoy some good vibes, maybe even hear her say congrats."

"No way, she hates the idea of marriage. Just the other day, she blew up because I wasn't ready to get hitched. I haven't bothered to smooth things over yet."

"In the future, keep topics like that away from her. And remember to block the right people on social media to keep me out of trouble."

He shot a warning glance at the friend who had suggested the idea, the cigarette's glow flickering against the colorful party lights in the hallway, blurring my view of his true nature. A chill crept up from my feet, cold enough to make my whole body shiver.

I stumbled slightly, kicking an empty wine bottle by the door, the sound of breaking glass interrupting the laughter inside.

Someone called out, "Megan Silva?"

"Yes, it's me."

A pair of hands steadied me, and Megan moved to stand at the door, conveniently shielding half of my silhouette from view.

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“I didn’t do it, Bella,” Leo said, his voice shaking. “She set me up.” But Bella had already seen enough to break her heart forever. One week before her wedding, Bella walks into a luxury hotel suite expecting her first night with the man she loves — Leo, the struggling dreamer she stood by for years when he had nothing. Instead, she finds him in bed with her best friend, Ciara — half-naked, drunk, and moaning Bella’s name while Ciara moved on top of him. Heart shattered, Bella rips off her engagement ring and walks away, determined never to look back. The man she sacrificed everything for… and the best friend she trusted like a sister… both destroyed her in the cruelest way. But the truth wasn’t that simple. Leo was not who she thought he was — not just a man, not just a fiancé. And that night in the hotel room… something about it didn’t add up. Ciara didn’t betray her out of jealousy alone. She planned it. Now Bella is trying to rebuild her life, but Leo refuses to disappear. He keeps showing up — silent, intense, broken — like a man desperate to fix something she doesn’t want to remember. Even when Bella tries to forget Leo, he keeps appearing in her life. And every time he gets close, something inside her reacts. A pull she can’t resist and a fire she can’t explain. And a connection her heart keeps denying, even as her body betrays her.

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9.3

Ex Threatens My Son

9.3

The sterile hospital corridors seemed to stretch endlessly before me as I hurried through Mount Sinai's maze-like hallways. Dawn light filtered weakly through distant windows, casting long shadows that matched the fear gripping my heart. In my arms, Oliver's small body trembled with each labored breath, his normally rosy cheeks now alarmingly pale beneath the oxygen mask that threatened to slip with every step I took. "Hold on, sweetheart," I whispered, adjusting the mask with gentle fingers while maintaining my pace. "We're almost there." Nurses and orderlies pressed themselves against the walls as we passed, their faces reflecting professional concern. I caught fragments of their whispered exchanges—"Sterling's son"... "emergency treatment"—but kept my focus entirely on the precious weight in my arms. "Mrs. Sterling," called a nurse, hurrying alongside me. "Dr.

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7.8

Finding Freedom In A Small Town

7.8

I was a billionaire's trophy wife, but when I fell ill, I had to beg my husband, Adam, for fifty dollars just to buy tampons. He refused, humiliating me for mismanaging my meager allowance. Minutes later, my phone lit up with photos of him on a yacht, gifting his ex-girlfriend a five-million-dollar necklace. The messages from other wives were brutal: "Poor Aubrey. Always second best." He had forbidden me from working, from having any independence, calling me an "ornament." I was a possession he'd bought, worth less than the jewelry he gave another woman. The humiliation burned hotter than any fever. He controlled my life, but he wouldn't control my escape. Standing drenched in the rain, I made a decision. If money was freedom, I would earn it myself. I pushed open the heavy door to The Velvet Lounge, a high-end club where secrets were sold and fortunes were made. My new life was about to begin.

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7.9

Give Up Loving Him and Start Over

7.9

When the elevator chimed, I heard his voice—light, cheerful—and another one beside it: Julian Croft, his wealthy friend. Their laughter floated down the hall, careless and bright, slicing through the early stillness. Through the glass, I watched Julian patting Mark’s shoulder. “Let’s see if your unpaid maid strikes again,” he said with a smirk. And Mark laughed—casual, careless. My throat closed, the air catching somewhere deep in my chest. For a moment, I couldn’t even hear them anymore—just the echo of that phrase ricocheting in my head. Unpaid maid. That was what I was to him. Not the person who stayed until 2 a.m. perfecting his slides. Not the one who memorized his coffee order, his favorite pen, the subtle shift in his tone when he was tired. Just a convenient fixture in his world—useful, invisible. The blood roared in my ears.

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8.8

Hate To Love You My Billionaire Lover

8.8

Arianna’s family was falling apart and facing a tragic demise; however, her heart sank when she clearly saw Travis Cooper’s name on the acquisition papers. She had no choice but to negotiate with him. Arianna lowered her head and relaxed her shoulders to ease the tension. She should show him gratefulness to make him happier, she thought, but she just couldn’t do it. “How would you be willing to leave my grandfather alone?” He casually poured her a cup of tea and placed it in front of her before replying, “I think the correct person to ask is the judge, no? The offenders are usually punished. This is a matter of justice, isn’t it?” Arianna was beginning to grow tired of his mood swings. “He is old, and his body is failing him. He would not last long in prison.” Arianna tried to contain her anger. “What can I do? I always admire devoted children.” His voice carried some ridicule, “But I’m not a charity. I only do transactions with interests. What would you do in exchange for the freedom of your grandfather?” Travis intertwined the fingers of his one hand with the other and rested his hands on his stomach as he leaned back in his chair once more. His expression was a bit lazy, “Since you entered this door, I’ve been waiting for the drama of you selling your body and soul to me in order to save your family member.” When Arianna didn’t reply, Travis explicitly said, “Maybe I’m just bored. I’d like to try something fun.” Arianna’s stomach felt like it had flipped. She looked at the handsome face that was now showing evil.

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8.8

Married To His Cruelty, Not His Love

8.8

I married a billionaire to escape my Appalachian roots, fully aware I was just a pawn in his toxic game with Kiarra, the woman he was truly obsessed with. I thought I knew the rules, until he let her bulldoze my childhood home for a new resort, leaving my deaf-mute mother injured in the dust. He stood by as her friends beat me senseless. He broke my arm. When I finally fought back after Kiarra threatened my mother, he broke it again, his face a mask of cold fury. His final act of cruelty was forcing me to my knees in a crowded bar, ordering me to bark like a dog for their friends' amusement. As I knelt there, humiliated and broken, I looked to my husband for a shred of mercy. He just turned away and kissed Kiarra passionately, sealing my fate with her lipstick. They thought they had destroyed the "mountain mouse." But as I boarded a private jet with a divorce settlement that could cripple his empire, I knew my story wasn't over. It was just beginning.

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