My Bully's Love
We have been neighbors our whole lives and were best friends when we were kids. Now he is my bully who claims that I am his to torment. There is only one little problem, I have been in love with him since I was sixteen. For two years, Jace Palmer has tortured me with his cruelty in the halls of our high school, but how do I make him stop when it's those same actions that excite me more than they should. Especially when he slams me against a locker and whispers, "You've been a bad girl, Ella."
Now that he's claimed me as his own, he opens my eyes to the darkness within me, turning everything that I have ever known into a thing of the past while helping me to embrace my new role in his life. Only by doing so, it unlocks a piece of me that will change everything. Once my true self comes forward, will he be able to handle the aftermath of his choices?
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Chapter 5
Over the last couple of weeks, things have been back to normal, well my normal anyway. Jace is back to shoving me against lockers as he walks by or trying to trip me when he passes me in the halls. His two friends shoulder bump me, but that's the extent to what they do to me; the rest is all Jace.
I'm standing at my locker with the door open, reading a text from my mom, when suddenly the door slams shut. It startles me, and I jump back. Kaylee is leaning against the locker next to mine with her arms crossed and a huge smirk on her face. I roll my eyes and go to reopen my locker, but she stops me by slamming her hand against my door.
I sigh heavily, "What do you want, Kaylee?"
"A little respect, for one!" she glares at me.
"I haven't done anything to you. Believe me, I try to avoid you like the plague." I say smugly.
"See! That right there.it's disrespectful!" She points her long, pointed fingernail at me.
"You have to earn respect, Kaylee. You lost my respect when you decided to start treating me like crap for no reason." I'm just so tired of being scared about who will do what to me. I need to start standing up for myself, "So, again, what do you want? I have a class to get to."
She huffs, and then gets right up in my face, "Talk to me like that again, and see where that gets you!"
I don't have time for this, so I put on the biggest fake smile for her, "Geesh, I'm so sorry, Kaylee. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
She gives me a squinty glare at my sarcasm, "I just wanted to make sure that you were aware of Jace throwing a party at his house tomorrow night, and that you are not invited."
"What makes you think that I would even want to go to one of his parties?"
"Well, I just know how both your parents are close friends and they will probably expect you to go." She copies my stance.
"Whatever, no worries. I definitely will not be there." I decide to walk away before I get even more annoyed with the barbie wanna be. I hear her snicker as I pass her, but she doesn't stop me. Why would she even think that I would expect to be invited?
"Hey, Ella.wait up!" My sister calls out as she jogs up to me, "What class do you have next?"
"History, why do you ask?"
"Oh, just wondering. Are you doing anything this afternoon?"
"Not as of right now, unless mom asks, why?"
"Well, I was wondering if you could take me to the mall and help me pick an outfit out."
"Of course, I will! I love shopping with you." I bring her in for a side hug as we walk down the hall.
"Thank you! I better get going, my class is all the way downstairs." She chuckles.
I shake my head in amusement as my sister bounces away.
"Your little sister is turning into a hottie." My body freezes at the sound of his voice. Spinning around, I come face to face with my bully.
"Please stay away from her." I plead.
His hand presses against the middle of his chest, and he gives a fake gasp, "You hurt my feelings, Ella. I would never do anything to hurt an innocent girl like Elise." He leans in, so the other students passing by don't hear what he's about to say, "She isn't you. I'd never do to her all the things I want to do to you. I wouldn't want to hurt her like I want to hurt you."
Even though his words are hurtful, they send a tingle through me, making my core throb. I suck in a breath and take a little step back. When I glance up at his face, there is a look that has replaced the hardness that is usually there. Almost like a look that promises me that he will be doing exactly what he just said. We are only a few inches away from each other, the smell of his cologne tickles my nose. I know the scent well, because it's still the same one that he started wearing when we were friends. It's the one that I bought him; he's never changed it after all this time.
I don't dare say anything or try to move away. I wait for him to depart first, and when he gives me a sneer and stomps away, I blow the breath out that I hadn't realized I was holding in.
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"Oh my God, that is so cute on you! I think you should definitely go with that one."
I've been sitting down, flipping through an out-of-date fashion magazine while my sister tries on outfit after outfit. I really don't mind, it's not like I have anything else going on in my life. Living vicariously through Elise at least helps me keep up on life outside of home and school.
"You think so?" She turns in front of the full-length mirror, trying to decide, "I still think I should go with the green dress."
My mouth drops open, "You mean the one wear your butt cheeks are peeking out of the bottom?"
"Don't exaggerate, Ella."
"Who are you going out on a date with anyway?" I slap her hand away as she tries to fold the already small crop top, up so it sits right under her breasts.
"Oh, I don't have a date."
I'm totally confused now, "So what was this important shopping trip for?"
Her eyes widen as she looks over at me, "Um, hello! It's Jace's very first party at his house! Aren't you going?"
She leaves me speechless to where I just stand here gawking at her until she shakes me a bit.
"Earth to Ella! Did you hear me?"
"Uh, yeah, um.but no, I'm not going." I tilt my head at her, "Why are you going? You never even talk to him."
She shrugs, "He personally invited me this morning." Cocking her hip and placing her hand upon it, she scrutinizes me, "You're seriously not going? I mean, you two used to be inseparable and now I never see you guys talk. Is there something going on that you haven't told men about?"
Elise has no idea of the hell that our next-door neighbor puts me through on a daily basis. He makes sure to be on his best behavior when she or any other family member is around. I don't want her knowing, but I also don't want her going to that party. Nothing good can come from him inviting my little sister; he's up to something.
Putting one of my famous fake smiles on, I rub her arm, "There is nothing to tell. Friends grow apart, and parties are not my thing." An idea comes to me, "Hey, why don't you ditch the party and we can go hit up the next town, maybe check out that new hangout that everybody seems to be crazy about?"
She scoffs at me, "Seriously? Mom and Dad finally give me permission to go to a high school party, and you think I will pass it up?" Her head shakes, "Uh huh, not doing it."
Feeling defeated, I go back to the chair I was sitting in, "In that case, wear this outfit. I don't want any of those buttholes from school trying to feel you up, and they will try."
"Fine. I will listen to my big sister's advice." She goes to enter the dressing room but then turns back to me, "I love you, Ella. If there is anything that you need to talk about, I'm here for you. All of your secrets are safe with me."
I smile, "Thank you, Elise. Right back at you."
She nods her head and sadly smiles back before closing the dressing room door. I need to talk to Jace before that party. I need to know what his plans are with my baby sister. Maybe if I tell her what he's been doing to me for the past two years, then she won't go. Biting my thumb nail, I contemplate on doing just that. In the end, though, I just can't do it. I can't tell her how much of a pussy her big sister is because she can't stand up to the boy next door.
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7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."
9.1
What would a woman do if one day she is waiting for her husband to tell him the news of her pregnancy but he comes home with another woman who is pregnant with his child?
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Ariadne had a perfect life until her mother died in a car accident and her father remarried, bringing a stepmother and stepsister into her life. Once adored by all, Ariadne became an eyesore to everyone, including her father. Her stepmother and stepsister took everything from her.
However, she lost it when their eyes fell on Xander, the sole heir of the richest family in the country and her childhood love. When rumors of Crystal, her step sister and Xander's dating spread, Ariadne used her everything to force Xander into marrying her.
Despite pouring her heart and soul into the marriage Ariadne failed to make Xander reciprocate her feelings. Their loveless marriage came to an end when Crystal returned in their lives.
With a broken heart, Ariadne left the city with a secret and rebuild her life.
Five years later, she returned as a successful interior designer to design her ex-husband's new mansion. But this time, what she saw in Xander's eyes for herself was not hatred. It was something else.
She came face to face with the same people who had wronged her in the past. They still held resentment towards her. But this time Ariadne vowed to strike back at her bullies.
Many secrets were revealed in the process that made Xander regret his past actions. He determined to win Ariadne back.
BUT Will Ariadne be able to forget their past and get back together with Xander or She will choose someone else?
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."
7.4
I was the wife of Damien Valenti, the most ruthless mafia Don in Chicago.
But to cement his power and marry a rival family's daughter, he exiled me to the slums without a single dime.
"Stay not as my wife, Izzy, but as my whore."
That was his final ultimatum before dumping me out of his black SUV like trash.
Terrified of losing me, my five-year-old son, Angelo, secretly hid in the car to follow me.
Two days later, in a squalid Indiana motel, Angelo caught severe pneumonia.
I had no money and no doctor. In sheer desperation, I sliced my own wrist with broken glass, pressing my bleeding arm to his pale lips, begging him to drink and live.
But my little boy died in my arms.
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away, Damien was sipping vintage champagne with his new bride, casually dismissing the life of his own flesh and blood.
The grief turned me into a monster. I spent twenty years clawing my way through the underworld to destroy his empire, only to die with a bullet in my chest.
I gave him my absolute devotion, yet he traded our family for political power without a single ounce of hesitation.
Opening my eyes again, I was back in that hellish neon-lit motel room.
Angelo was burning with fever and fighting for air, but he was still breathing.
This time, I wasn't the naive girl who loved Damien Valenti. I was a woman holding two decades of their darkest secrets, and my vendetta had just begun.
7.0
My marriage ended at a charity gala I organized. One moment, I was the pregnant, happy wife of tech mogul Gabe Sullivan; the next, a reporter' s phone screen announced to the world that he and his childhood sweetheart, Harper, were expecting a child.
Across the room, I saw them together, his hand resting on her stomach. This wasn't just an affair; it was a public declaration that erased me and our unborn baby.
To protect his company's billion-dollar IPO, Gabe, his mother, and even my own adoptive parents conspired against me. They moved Harper into our home, into my bed, treating her like royalty while I became a prisoner.
They painted me as unstable, a threat to the family's image. They accused me of cheating and claimed my child wasn't his.
The final command was unthinkable: terminate my pregnancy. They locked me in a room and scheduled the procedure, promising to drag me there if I refused.
But they made a mistake. They gave me back my phone to keep me quiet. Feigning surrender, I made one last, desperate call to a number I had kept hidden for years-a number belonging to my biological father, Antony Dean, the head of a family so powerful, they could make my husband's world burn.
7.2
Dr. Kylee Mcdonald was a brilliant medical examiner whose life was defined by cold, mechanical precision.
But that perfect control shattered when her phone rang in the middle of an autopsy.
It was her best friend, Dana, whispering their old college distress code.
"Curtain call."
By the time Kylee and Detective Justice kicked down Dana's door, she lay dead on her couch, her skin a horrifying cherry-red from cyanide.
The crime scene was clumsily staged to frame a billionaire suitor, but soon, every single suspect linked to Dana turned up violently dead.
Internal Affairs pointed the finger at Kylee, accusing her of using her medical expertise to become a vigilante serial killer.
But the encrypted truth Kylee uncovered was far more chilling.
Dana had been severely abused by her boyfriend, and driven to the edge, she manipulated him into murdering their tormentors before executing him and taking her own life.
To avoid a public scandal, the police chief buried Dana's brilliant, terrifying manifesto.
Kylee's flawless mind short-circuited. She was a genius at reading the dead, so why had she been completely blind to the living hell her best friend endured right in front of her?
Three days later, while attending a formal gala to numb her grief, a nearby apartment building exploded in flames.
As Kylee examined the charred bodies pulled from the rubble, she realized the male victim was strangled long before the fire started.
She looked at the surviving mother, whose baby had just died in the blast, but the woman's eyes were completely, terrifyingly empty.
The alarm bells in Kylee's meticulously ordered brain began to chime, signaling that a new, deadly script had just begun.