Losing Baby to His Schemes

After a night of passion with a powerful stranger, a woman finds herself pregnant and trapped in a web of deceit. Her mysterious lover is not who he seems, using his vast influence to orchestrate a series of events that keep her under his thumb. As she uncovers the dark truth behind his calculated schemes, she must fight to protect her unborn child. In a world of secrets and manipulation, can she escape the man who wants to own her soul?

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That day marked the eighth month of my pregnancy. I went for a check-up, and everything was just perfect with the baby Brendan and I were expecting. I couldn't wait to get home and share the good news with Brendan. He was ecstatic, not only preparing a delicious meal but also presenting me with a beautifully crafted box containing a piece of amethyst.

He wrapped his arms around me and said, "I found this on one of my geological surveys. It's exceptionally beautiful and rare, so I decided to turn it into a necklace. Amethyst is supposed to bring good luck. I hope my dear Mackenzie will have a lifetime of blessing with it." I was overwhelmed with emotion, my eyes welling up with tears.

Since then, I've worn the amethyst every single day. It's been a whole month now! Who knows if it's affecting the baby. Brendan, how could you betray me like this?

Watching them from just a few feet away, hugging and holding each other tight, I bit my lip hard as tears fell uncontrollably. Brendan had already changed from his usual business attire, looking at Violette with tender eyes.

"Violette, you're the only person I've ever truly loved."

He was once my senior, admired by many women. I secretly had a crush on him, often sneaking into the office just to catch a glimpse. Back then, he was with Violette, and they went out together all the time. It hurt, but I was the one who came late to the party, and there was nothing I could do.

Later, Violette got an offer from an international research institute with a million-dollar annual salary. She chose her career and broke up with Brendan. Only after that did Brendan suddenly reach out to me.

He said, "I know you've had feelings for me for a long time, let's be together." Even though I knew he was with me out of spite towards Violette, I still agreed. I thought I could win his heart with time. Gradually, he treated me well and often declared that I was the only one he loved. So, I believed he had genuinely fallen for me.

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I woke up in a bedroom that screamed old money, but the body I occupied felt sluggish and fragile. I was now Chris Olson, a man known as a pathetic failure who spent his marriage groveling at his wife's feet for a single look of approval. Elizabeth didn't even wait for me to clear my head before she threw the divorce papers on the nightstand. She stood there in her silk robe, eyes cold as ice, demanding I sign them before breakfast so she could finally go public with her "White Moonlight," Greg. "You're walking away with nothing," she snapped, her voice full of the disgust she'd harbored for years. She reminded me that my family had disowned me and that I'd be on the streets within a week without her charity. As I sat up, a metallic, garlic-like scent on my breath confirmed a terrifying truth: the Olson family hadn't just disowned me; they had been micro-dosing me with arsenic for years. They wanted me weak and mentally unstable so they could split the inheritance without a fight. The original Chris would have cried and begged for her to stay, but I just looked at her like she was a target. I realized then that my "loving" family and my "faithful" wife had been watching me die in slow motion, and neither of them had lifted a finger to stop it. I signed the papers without reading a single line and walked out with nothing but a duffel bag and a rusted sedan. I didn't need her alimony; I had already called her greatest rival, Adelia Cherry, to discuss a merger that would rock the city. "I'm not here to save this marriage," I told Elizabeth as I moved into the mansion right next door to hers. "I'm here to bury it, along with everyone who thought they could poison me and get away with it."

Action Modern Romance

9.5

Bound To A Scarred Billionaire: Can Love Bloom From Ashes?

9.5

Carolina Navarro was married off to Maximo Castillo, a man ruined by a plane crash that left his face scarred and his heart sealed shut. Once charismatic and destined for everything, Maximo lost far more than his looks; he lost trust, tenderness, and the life he thought was his. Now he wanted only a wife and an heir. Carolina gave him vows under pressure, never expecting anything more than a loveless arrangement. But as their bitterness collided and their loneliness deepened, one question refused to fade. Could something real rise from the wreckage they both carried?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.2

Captain, Sign Our Divorce NOW!

9.2

For three years, Rachel lived in a marriage that almost no one knew existed. To the outside world, Captain Jared Holland-the cold and powerful second son of the influential Holland family-was single. Only a handful of people knew the truth: Rachel was his legal wife. Their marriage had begun because of a mistake and was bound by a prenuptial agreement that promised it would end quietly after three years. And in Jared's heart, there had always been someone else-Olivia, his foster sister and first love. When Rachel returns from a grueling flight and sees a video of Jared desperately carrying Olivia to the hospital, the last illusion she held onto finally shatters. That same night, she signs the divorce papers and walks away with nothing but a suitcase and her dignity. But when the time comes to finalize the divorce, Jared refuses to sign-always finding excuses to delay it. The woman he once ignored is now determined to leave. And the man who never valued her is suddenly unwilling to let her go. Rachel looked at the man in front of her and frowned: "Jared what are you playing? Sign the divorce papers." Jared smiled, "Darling, I am sorry, I was wrong. Please, let's not get divorce."

Modern Romance

7.0

Fuck Me Harder, Mr. Mayor

7.0

In the blink of an eye, I can cause your body to climax with my fingers. I know it's time to change things up when the media begins slamming my bad boy lifestyle. Arcadia is the woman I turn to when I need help. For the sake of avoiding negative coverage, she'll pose as engaged to me. We must exercise caution and avoid being discovered. It's difficult, though, since she's simply so incredibly beautiful. The only thing I can think to do with her is to fuck her hard. She is my "fake fiancée," yet my mistress.

Modern Romance

8.2

My Daughter Chose His Mistress Over Me

8.2

After years of sacrifice for her family, a devoted mother faces the ultimate betrayal when her daughter chooses her father’s mistress over her. This heartbreaking rejection shatters her world, forcing her to confront the painful reality of her husband’s infidelity and her child’s inexplicable cruelty. Amidst the ruins of her domestic life, she must find the strength to redefine herself and navigate a future where her loyalty is no longer a given.

Modern Romance

7.6

The Betrayed Princess's New Reign

7.6

I was the Chicago Outfit's princess, and Luca and Matteo were my sworn protectors. We had mixed our blood at ten years old, promising that nothing would ever touch me. But that oath turned to ash the night Sofia Ricci aimed a Roman candle at my chest. The firework slammed into my shoulder, igniting my silk dress instantly. As I rolled on the concrete, screaming while the flames ate into my skin, I waited for my boys to save me. They didn't. Instead, I watched through the smoke as they rushed to Sofia. They wrapped their jackets—the ones meant to shield me—around the girl who had just set me on fire, comforting her because the "kickback" had scared her. They let me burn to keep her warm. When I woke up in the hospital with permanent scars, they brought me a letter of apology from her and defended her "accident." They even cut their palms to pay her debt, ignoring the fact that I was the one in bandages. That was the moment Elena Vitiello died. I didn't scream. I didn't beg. I simply packed my bags and defected to the one place they couldn't follow: the arms of Dante Moretti, the lethal Capo of New York. By the time they realized their mistake and came crawling back to beg in the rain, I was already wearing another man's ring. "You want forgiveness?" I asked, looking down at them. "Burn for it."

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