Six Years A Ghost, Now Real

My world shattered when I found the text on my husband's phone, revealing his year-long affair. But the deepest cut came from my eight-year-old son. He defended the other woman, Kallie, telling me, "Kallie says you're being selfish and you don't understand Dad." When I confronted them, my husband called me a liar about the baby I was secretly carrying. He had me beaten and publicly shamed at a party while our son watched, screaming that I was ugly and that Kallie should be his new mom. They took everything from me-my home, my dignity, and the love of my child. I was nothing to them but an obstacle. So, with the secret help of my mother-in-law, I faked my death. For six years, I was a ghost. I built a new life, a new family, and found a peace I never thought possible. Until the day my ex-husband and the son who betrayed me walked into my bakery, determined to reclaim a family they had already destroyed.

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JILLIAN BELL POV:

Kallie's eyes, wide with a fear that shattered her usual composure, darted from the envelope in my hand to Cristian's enraged face. A strangled gasp escaped her. She instinctively recoiled, taking a step back that Cristian's arm around her waist prevented.

Cristian's face contorted in disgust. He pulled Kallie closer, his body a shield between us. His scornful gaze speared me. "Are you insane, Jillian? What kind of twisted game is this? You're ruining Kallie's birthday." His voice was a low snarl, meant only for my ears.

I ignored him, pushing the envelope into Kallie's trembling hand. "Happy birthday. Consider it a gift of freedom. Yours, and mine." The paper rustled with the force of her grip. It felt almost poetic, the way her hand shook.

"It's not just a gift," I continued, my voice gaining strength. "It's the divorce papers. And the confirmation of my recent loss." My words, delivered with a chilling calmness, sliced through the festive chatter. They weren't meant to be polite. They were meant to wound.

Kallie gasped, a high-pitched, almost theatrical sound. Her face paled, the carefully applied makeup suddenly stark against her ashen skin. The envelope slipped from her fingers, fluttering to the polished marble floor like a dying bird.

Cristian stared at me, his eyes wide with disbelief. "Loss... what? You're lying, Jillian. You wouldn't dare." He tried to dismiss it, to brush away the truth as easily as he brushed away my feelings.

"Why wouldn't I?" I met his gaze, unflinching. "To make way for your perfect little family? To ensure your precious Kallie doesn't have to deal with another one of 'my' children running around?" My words dripped with sarcasm, a sharp edge to my despair. "I'm making it easier for you both."

Kallie let out a small whimper, her hand flying to her mouth. She stooped to pick up the envelope, her fingers fumbling with the seal. The guests, who had been discreetly whispering, now openly stared, their hushed tones growing louder.

Cristian's face darkened further. "You think this is funny, Jillian? You think you can just march in here, make a scene, and demand a payout? Is that what this is? Some twisted attempt to get more money in the divorce?" His accusation hung in the air, a vile cloud of his own cynicism.

A wave of dizziness hit me, my body protesting the emotional and physical strain. My vision flickered, but Cristian didn't notice, or didn't care. His focus was entirely on me, on the perceived threat I posed to his carefully constructed image.

"I don't want your money, Cristian," I said, my voice raspy. "I want out. Just sign the papers. You can keep everything. The house, the company, even your perfect little setup here." I gestured vaguely at Kallie and the opulent room.

The whispers intensified. "Did you hear that?" "She lost a baby?" "Poor thing, what's he done?" The pity in their voices was almost as painful as Cristian's contempt.

Cristian's eyes narrowed, his anger boiling over. He snatched the divorce papers from Kallie's grasp and crumpled them into a tight ball. "You won't get a dime from me, Jillian! And you're certainly not divorcing me like this." He was losing control, his public facade cracking.

"Stop this crazy act, Jillian," he spat. "You're embarrassing yourself. Go home. We can talk about... compensation... later." He tried to usher me away, his hand pushing my arm.

I pulled away, my gaze unwavering. "There's nothing to discuss. I'm done. I'm leaving. You and Kallie can have your happily ever after. I just need you to sign this. Now." I pointed to the crumpled ball he still held. The urgency in my voice was unmistakable.

Cristian's face was a thundercloud, dark and menacing. He stared at the crumpled papers, then at me, as if trying to calculate his next move. The silence in the room was deafening, all eyes on us.

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For five years, I was Jameson Blair's fiancée. For five years, my brothers finally treated me like a sister they loved. Then my twin, Haleigh-the one who left him at the altar-returned with a fake cancer story. In five minutes, he married her. They believed her every lie. When she tried to poison me with a venomous spider, they called me dramatic. When she framed me for ruining her party, my brothers whipped me until I bled. They called me a worthless substitute, a placeholder with her face. The final straw came when they tied me to a rope and left me dangling over a cliff to die. But I didn't die. I climbed back up, faked my death, and disappeared. They wanted a ghost. I decided to give them one.

Horror Mystery Romance

7.8

Addicted To Her: The Alpha's Irresistible Contract Mate

7.8

In the shadows of the omega world, survival is a brutal game. But claiming an S-tier Alpha as your fated mate? That's a descent into hellfire. Three years ago, she fled into the night, her world crumbling under two devastating revelations: He was her destined bond, and her father was the killer behind the tragedy that orphaned him. As her father melted into oblivion, she vanished too, terrified of the vengeful beast she feared he'd unleash. Yet he was no ordinary predator. He was Elias Kingsley, the apex terror of Alphas- a ruthless billionaire empire-builder, a sovereign of shadows and savagery, wielding dominance with the ease of a predator's strike. Now, destiny's cruel hand drags them back into the inferno. Tucked away in a opulent hotel, she's dispatched to deliver drinks to an elite room, oblivious to the trap awaiting: a drugged Alpha in feral rut, the very nightmare she's buried for years. In his grasp, the night devours her-stripping away her virginity, her fragile illusions, her hidden truths. Come dawn, she's a ghost once more. But Elias clings to her intoxicating scent like a curse. This time, his runaway omega won't slip away. Not when lust entwines with retribution, forging an obsession that devours everything in its path-dark, unrelenting, and utterly inescapable.

Horror Romance Werewolf

8.9

Claimed By The Husband's Ruthless Uncle

8.9

Audrey Fletcher was forced to marry the notorious playboy Julian Sterling to save her family's sinking company after her sister ran away. On their wedding night, her new husband threw a $100,000 check at her face, told her they would be strangers in private, and abandoned her in the bridal suite. She thought being trapped in a loveless, transactional marriage was the worst fate possible. She was wrong. To protect herself, Audrey hung a pair of men's boxer shorts on her balcony to fake a lover's presence. Instead of deterring her husband, the ridiculous ruse brought Alistair Sterling—Julian's terrifying, powerful uncle and the true puppet master of the family. He stormed into her apartment with a legal team to catch her cheating, and later even offered her ten million dollars to divorce his nephew. When she refused out of fear of her own family's ruin, the situation escalated. Forced to attend a charity gala, Audrey was tricked by staff into wearing a scandalous, backless gown and sent to a dark penthouse suite to beg her husband for peace. But the man waiting in the shadows wasn't Julian. It was Alistair. "Does the thought of seducing your husband's uncle give you a special kind of thrill?" He didn't listen to her desperate explanations. Instead, he pinned her arms behind her back and crushed his mouth against hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. Trembling with terror and revulsion, Audrey bit his lip until she tasted blood, shoved the billionaire away, and ran for her life. She couldn't understand why this powerful man was so dangerously obsessed with destroying her sham marriage. But as she fled into the cold city night, she realized the terrifying truth: the real game was just beginning.

Horror Modern Romance

8.5

Gone With His Treacherous Love

8.5

On the fifth anniversary of my father' s death, I discovered my fiancé, Graham, was having an affair with my sister, Hollie. The betrayal was compounded by a second, more devastating secret: Hollie was pregnant with his child. All this, while I was secretly carrying his baby too. He swore his loyalty to me, calling betrayal the ultimate sin, all while planning a future with her. He dismissed her as a "childish infatuation" to my face, then rushed to her side for a "family emergency." I followed him and watched them embrace, heard him promise her fireworks and my life. I saw her hand him a gift, then he carried her inside. The door closed on their shared secret, and on my entire world. My sister then sent me a picture of her ultrasound, taunting me to leave quietly. She thought she had won. But she didn't know I had already made a call. Three days later, as Graham stood with a visibly pregnant Hollie at the chapel where we were supposed to get married, he saw my car speed past. His face twisted in horror as he realized I was gone. Not just leaving, but disappearing completely. Three years later, I returned, no longer his fiancée, but Dr. Cross, a powerful strategist he couldn't touch. And he was just a man desperate to get back what he had destroyed.

Horror Mystery Romance

8.1

His Unwanted Bride, Another Man's Queen

8.1

My fiancé, the ruthless Mafia Underboss, tore my dead mother's necklace from my throat and fastened it around another woman's neck. "Diana needs it," Arthur said, his eyes cold. "My blood remembers loving her. It calms her anxiety." He was referring to the bone marrow transplant that saved his life. Diana was connected to the donor, and Arthur believed his new blood made him belong to her. I became a ghost in my own home, forced to watch him crown a usurper. When Diana faked a fall at a gala, accusing me of pushing her, Arthur didn't hesitate. He decided to "discipline" me publicly to teach me respect. He raised the whip. "Arthur, please, I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach. "Don't lie to me," he spat, and the lash came down. I lost our baby on that cold marble floor in a pool of blood. He didn't believe me. He stepped over my body to take Diana to dinner. He didn't stop there. He let my grandmother die in the ER to tend to Diana's bruised nose. He even dug up my grandmother's grave because Diana wanted the view for a garden. I finally fled, vanishing into the night. It wasn't until months later, when he found the autopsy report of our unborn child and the toxicology results proving Diana had been drugging him, that the fog lifted. He tracked me down to a small town, where I was finally healing with a good man. The feared Underboss fell to his knees in the pouring rain, holding the whip he had used on me, shaking violently. "Beat me, Ella," he begged, tears mixing with the mud. "Hurt me. Make us even." I looked at the monster I used to love and dropped his ring into the dirt. "You can't bring back the dead, Arthur," I whispered. "And you are dead to me."

Horror Mafia Romance

8.5

HOT ROMANCE

8.5

I didn't realize I'd been disappearing until the day I caught my own reflection and felt a stranger looking back. Thirty-eight years old, living safely, quietly, forgettably-like a ghost haunting my own routine. But on that warm June afternoon, something in me finally snapped awake. A pulse. A spark. A refusal. So I reached for the keys to the old Winnebago Kevin once hoped would save me, gathered my stunned eighteen-year-olds, and stepped toward a summer that felt impossible-raw, wild, alive. It was the day I stopped surviving my life and started claiming it.

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