Summer in a Glass Jar

For six years, I watched Ronald transform from a struggling technician into the owner of his own translation firm. I believed we were partners in every sense—through hardship and success alike. That was, until I saw his assistant, Christina, appear on his social media feed. There she was, in my pajamas, lying in my bed. The caption read: *Mr. Ronald’s bed is so comfy, I never want to leave.* Ronald had liked it. He’d even commented: *Then don’t.* Calmly, I typed a reply below: *Comfortable, is it?* A minute later, my phone rang. It was Ronald—not calling to explain, but to accuse, his voice sharp with fury right from the start. “Betty, did you have to make a scene?”

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Opening the company group chat, I found it had already exploded. Messages tagging me had blown past ninety-nine notifications.

"Betty, maybe you're misunderstanding? Ronald and Christina are just colleagues."

"Exactly—Christina's just a young girl, fresh out of college. Don't scare her like that."

"Betty, Ronald has always been so good to you. How could you publicly humiliate him?"

A wave of nausea hit me as I scrolled through the twisted, sycophantic comments. Half of these people were ones I’d personally hired and mentored from the ground up; now, to curry favor with the boss and his new flame, they were turning their knives on me without a second thought.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I opened Ronald’s social media feed.

Beneath that glaring post, the comments section had become a stage for loyalty pledges.

"Ronald and Christina are such a perfect match! A true power couple!"

"Christina is so lucky to have a boss like Ronald looking out for her."

Underneath, Christina had left a uniform reply, complete with a bashful emoji: "Thank you, everyone! But Ronald and I really are just colleagues. He’s always treated me like a big brother, that’s all."

The cloying sweetness of her performance practically seeped through the screen.

I let out a cold laugh, then compiled everything for my lawyer: the post, my receipt for the pajamas, the original design drafts, and close-ups of the embroidered initials. Every detail.

Then, calmly, I typed my final message into the company chat:

"To everyone: effective today, I am resigning from all my positions at Oceanview Translations. Thank you for the six years. Our paths diverge here. Wishing you all the best on yours."

I sent it, then exited every work group, silenced my phone, and tossed it aside.

Finally. Peace.

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I adjusted the sapphire necklace at my throat for the third time, my fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against the cool metal. The hotel ballroom glittered with Christmas lights and champagne glasses, a sea of designer dresses and tailored suits. Three years. Three years of hiding, of secret smiles across conference tables, of being Mrs. Henderson only behind closed doors. Tonight was supposed to be different. I'd chosen this dress carefully—a deep emerald that Adrian once said made my eyes shine. I'd practiced in the mirror how I might stand beside him when he finally introduced me, not as his assistant or his colleague, but as his wife. The woman who'd believed in him when he had nothing. The woman who'd cut ties with her family, invested her inheritance, worked eighteen-hour days to help build his empire from the ground up.

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8.6

Breaking Free from His Grip

8.6

The hospital's VIP wing smelled like expensive disinfectant and fresh lilies—a nauseating combination that made my stomach clench as Royce's fingers dug into my arm. His grip had left bruises before; I knew this would be another. "Walk faster," he muttered, dragging me down the pristine hallway where our footsteps echoed like gunshots. I stumbled, still weak from the flu I'd been fighting for weeks, but his pace never slowed. We stopped outside room 314. Through the partially open door, I glimpsed Elliana propped against silk pillows, her golden hair fanned across the white sheets like a halo. Even from here, she looked ethereal—fragile in the way that made men want to protect her. The way I'd never been. Royce pushed the door open without knocking. "Scout's here," he announced, his voice carrying a warmth reserved only for her.

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9.2

Dangerous Revenge: A Game With The Billionaire Brothers

9.2

After the accidental murder of the first wife, the Clyde's family hired another, to continue Ryker's mission for an heir. Samantha Houston, chosen to be Ryker's bride, had a fling with a strange man on her wedding Eve. But on her wedding day, he showed up as Ryker's brother, Ryan, the youngest son of the Clyde's family. Samantha, now entangled in the chains of the two brothers, will do everything to keep her dangerous secret affair forever,else risks losing her life like her counterpart. Will she succeed?

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8.2

From Ashes: The Unwanted Wife's Return

8.2

For five years, I was the wife of Jace Sharpe, the city's untouchable "Golden Boy." I was a loyalty consultant paid ten million dollars to make him fall in love, but I was the one who ended up genuinely falling for him. Then his old flame, Fallon, reappeared. When I told him I was pregnant with our child, his face became a mask of stone. Fallon smirked from the steps of his private jet. "The baby has come at the wrong time," he said, his voice as cold as ice. "It must be aborted." He had his men drag me to a clinic. As the anesthetic took hold, I heard him give a final, cruel order to the doctor: "A hysterectomy. I want to ensure there are no more… inconvenient surprises." He destroyed my body and our child for another woman. Lying in that sterile room, my love turned to icy hatred. I reached for a burner phone I hadn't touched in years and sent a single message to a mysterious contact. The reply was instant: "I'll pick you up in fifteen days."

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8.8

Married for His Empire

8.8

When Nigerian financial analyst Eniola Adeyemi exposes a 2.3 billion naira money laundering scheme, she becomes the target of powerful criminals who'll stop at nothing to silence her. Her only protection? A contract marriage to Elijah Kingston-the cold, ruthless, American billionaire CEO whose own family is at the heart of the conspiracy. What begins as a transactional arrangement for safety and an heir becomes a dangerous game of power, betrayal, and undeniable passion as they're forced to choose between empire and love.

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7.7

Married to the billionaire for revenge

7.7

I was left at the altar, humiliated in front of the world. The man I loved walked away, and with him went my reputation and my father's company's last chance at survival. Then came Travis Walker. Ruthless. Untouchable. A billionaire who offered me a lifeline, but at a cost: marriage. Not for love, not even for appearances. I told myself it was revenge, maybe redemption. I told myself I wouldn't fall. But the more I tried to guard my heart, the more his touch ignited something I couldn't resist. Just when I thought I could believe in love again, the truth unraveled. Secrets that bound Travis to my ex-fiancé, to my best friend, even to my family. The very people I trusted most. Now I have to ask myself: can I risk giving my heart to a man who might shatter me all over again?

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