THE ANGEL IN HER

Noelle had spent years in the shadow, hidden, controlled and shaped into someone she could never be. She is suddenly released but not for freedom but into another new prison, a marriage built on lies, where she must play the role of another woman. Her husband, cold, powerful saw her for the first time and knew something is wrong. She is a fake . As secrets unravel and danger closes in their lives that twist together in ways that could either destroy them both or awaken a love powerful enough to break every chain.

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The blindfold was being removed from her eyes and found herself sitting on a chair.

The bright light peered through like an evil into her eyes.

It burns — she cried out.

The maid ignored her and drew all the curtains open as the sunlight brightened the room.

Rowan left as instructed by the maiden who requested for some privacy. They made eye contact with each other as Noelle struggled with her sight.

“Noelle?” The maid called, leaning close to her.

The stench from her made her wriggle her nose.

“Please, let me go.” Noelle begged, trying to see the woman in front of her.

“I can't. I am here to make sure you are okay and — presentable.” The maid said after taking a good look at her.

The maid stood up and went to the drawer to pull out some clothes.

Noelle’s vision was getting adjusted to life and for the first time again, she recognised her old room.

Her best place in this house.

Strangely, her old things were still in place but new things had been added.

It wasn't a 15 years old room anymore but a full fledged adult room with pictures, posters and weird stickers she couldn't recognise yet.

Everything was still strange to her.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she stood up from the chair and moved around the room.

Happiness filled her heart as she couldn't believe that it was possible for her to be in her room again.

She limped to her book shelves, observing and paying attention to something. Then, she saw it.

Her favorite book then.

Alice in Wonderland.

A fantasy she had always lived on.

Noelle picked up the dusty book and cleaned it like her life depended on it.

It was the only thing that made her truly happy in this house.

The old book was carefully cleaned properly by her as she brought it close to her chest.

The nostalgic feelings overwhelmed her again.

An old memory flashed through and she remembered when her mother usually read this to her when she was still little— her real mother.

A tear slipped down and landed on her arm which made her realise something.

For the first time again, her tears were warm, not cold this time around.

It gave her a satisfying feeling as she tugged hard on the book with a smile on her face.

“Noelle?”

Her eyes opened abruptly like time had started working again.

She was reminded that it was all a dream and reality was waiting for her.

“Noelle, time to have your bath. Your father wants to see you.” The maid said to her, almost in a loud voice to get her full attention.

“What did you say? Father?” Noelle asked when she faced her with her book still plunged to her chest.

“Yes. He is in the living room. The whole family is waiting for you downstairs and we mustn't keep them waiting.”The maid informed and displayed a pretty gown on the well spread bed.

“I don't understand! What am I doing here? What family? They abandoned me and locked me up for years. The only thing I know is how to escape this shit hole.” Noelle flared up for the first time in 10 years.

The maid watched her with awe and confusion. She was just here to do her job. No question asked lest her job is being taken from her.

“But—you can't escape with that bad leg.” The maid reminded, pointing to her swollen ankle.

Noelle realised and looked down, remembering the aching pain on her leg. It was impossible to make it out of this place and the security must have been heightened in case she escaped.

With defeat, Noelle sat on the floor.

She was careful not to sit on the bed.

Not because she was stinky or dirty.

But because she felt unworthy.

Besides, it was never ours to begin with.

The maid noticed that vulnerability and sat close to her. The maid might not know anything, but one thing was clear. She could see through her pains.

“You know, there is a saying that for you to understand your enemy, you will have to live with your enemy.” The maid advised her and this only made her puzzled.

“Why are you telling me that? I want to leave this place and not stay here. You don't understand. I was being held down by these people. They never loved me.They used me and locked me up. I can't possibly trust them. All my life there, I have prayed for my freedom and I almost got it. Please, you have to help me leave here, please!” Noelle explained and begged her earnestly.

Tears filled her eyes in the process.

The maid saw her sincerity, her pains and fears but this was beyond her power.

There was nothing much she could offer to her except her needs.

“I can't—”

“Please!”

“It is too dangerous. They are watching.” The maid mouthed silently and pointed to the door.

It was obvious that Rowan was at the door waiting for them.

Noelle realised that she was already done for.

The best thing was to lay low until an opportunity springs up again.

She took a deep breath, analysing her situation, her escape plans which had failed and the uncertainty about her future.

It was evident that her future now lies in their hands.

One thing she was curious about is to see her parents once again.

She wanted to see how they would react in front of her.

Fear?

Disgust?

Anger?

Guilt?

Noelle was curious to find out.

She looked at the maid, really looked and for a second, she saw something flicker in the woman's expression.

Fear?

Warning?

Or a secret?

Noelle spoke with determination in her voice.

“Then make me pretty and powerful.”

The maid loved her audacity and smiled deeply.

“That can be arranged.”

A faint creaking came from the hallway.

Someone had moved.

Someone is listening.

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The honeymoon brochures lay scattered across Theodore's mahogany desk like broken promises. Santorini sunsets, Parisian cafés, romantic gondola rides through Venice—all the dreams we'd planned for our wedding trip in four weeks. I picked up the Tuscany villa booking confirmation, my fingers trembling as I tried to organize the documents Theodore had asked me to sort through. That's when I saw it. Tucked beneath the travel insurance papers, a cream-colored document with the official seal of New York State. Marriage Certificate. My heart stopped as I read the names printed in elegant script: Theodore Alexander King and Paloma Isabella Hawkins. Date of marriage: fourteen days ago. The paper slipped from my numb fingers, floating to the Persian rug like a death sentence. Fourteen days ago, I had been planning our rehearsal dinner menu.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

BLACK TIE BILLIONAIRE

9.0

Scott grabbed Vivian's arm as she turned away from him. “Don’t you ever walk out on me like that again!” he said angrily. Vivian let her eyes settle on his hand for a few seconds before she yanked her arm away from his grip. Noticing that she missed his touch, she shook the thought away. “The only time you have the right to tell me what to do is during working hours, and the last time I checked…. No one is working right now." His eyebrow lifted, as if calling her bluff." Really?" he asked. One side of his lips curled up in a smirk. Vivian didn't care. She was finding it very hard to keep her mouth sealed tonight, and she didn't even try to stop herself." Yes. I am not your employee right now so I can do exactly as I please!” “That's funny?” He said, but there was nothing funny about the look in his eyes. His mouth hardened with lust. “Well, since we're going with that, it also means that I can do the same, right?” Without giving her a chance to respond, he grabbed her waist and he pulled her right up against him—so close that she could feel every hard muscle in his body. His body heat warmed her, and his palm settled at the base of her spine. She couldn't think straight… Not when he bent and nipped at her bottom lip, then sucked it, soothing and enhancing the sting before returning to devour her mouth. As if she was something he knew he shouldn’t have but couldn’t resist. “Let's stop playing games,” he said as he drove his mouth down onto hers. "We both want each other…. Why don't you come up with me so we can get this thing… whatever it is… over with?" _____________ ____________ Scott grabbed Vivian's arm as she turned away from him. “Don’t you ever walk out on me like that again!” he said angrily. Vivian let her eyes settle on his hand for a few seconds before she yanked her arm away from his grip. Noticing that she missed his touch, she shook the thought away. “The only time you have the right to tell me what to do is during working hours, and the last time I checked…. No one is working right now." His eyebrow lifted, as if calling her bluff." Really?" he asked, and One side of his lips curled up in a smirk." Well, since we're going with that, it also means that I can do the same, right?” Without giving her a chance to respond, he grabbed her waist and he pulled her right up against him—so close that she could feel every hard muscle in his body. “Let's stop playing games,” he said as he drove his mouth down onto hers. "We both want each other…. Why don't you come up with me so we can get this thing… whatever it is… over with?"

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.9

Bound to the billionaire

8.9

Hazel Dawson has a crazy past, she’s called the wealthiest billionaire a crazy bastard to his face without knowing. When the company she’s working for suddenly gets sold to the youngest but ruthless businessman in the city- Xavier Steele- known for his crazy unpredictable ways, Hazel has no choice but to bear it and accept his overbearing requests as his secretary. But one night, when Xavier gets wounded after saving Hazel from an armed gunman,Hazel learns that her Boss might not be all that he looks like on the surface. In a two confined offices located at the top of the building separate from several workers, Roses bloom but thorns follow. Just when love seems within reach, Hazel is accused of stealing confidential contracts. With whispers of betrayal, a haunting past, and a string of murders circling the company, Hazel must clear her name—and her heart. Can Hazel prove that she did not steal the company’s contracts for personal gain? Will Xavier look past his nagging belief of the wealthy belong together and go back to his ex? And with the increasing murders that keep getting tied to the company as the common denominator, what does this evil-doer hiding in the shadows aim to achieve?

Billionaire Mystery Romance

8.7

From Slave to Heiress

8.7

I stood frozen, champagne flute trembling in my hand as the large projection screen displayed Black Corporation's official social media announcement. The elegant anniversary party around me—our third wedding anniversary—suddenly felt like a cruel stage set for my public execution. The post showed my husband, Houston Black, tenderly kissing a woman's swollen belly. The caption read: "Black Corporation is pleased to announce that the Black family will soon welcome its heir. CEO Houston Black and Mrs. Black are expecting their first child together." Except the woman in the photo wasn't me. It was Camryn Jenkins. The crystal chandelier light seemed to dim as whispers erupted around the ballroom. I felt dozens of eyes shifting between the screen and my flat stomach, putting the pieces together. My heart condition flared painfully in my chest, each beat like a hammer against fragile glass.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

Mr Billionaire's Ex-wife

8.6

Ariana was maltreated by her in-laws and husband for the years that she was married into the family. But everything changed one night when her husband came home drunk, and ended up having a sex with her for the first time since their marriage. He accused her of taking advantage of his drunk state, and that made her file for a divorce. She revealed her true identity to them, as the daughter of the richest man, at a party, bringing the Sean family to their knees. But she wasn't willing to forgive as she vowed to never have anything to do with the Sean family, and she also had to get engaged to Dylan, since that was the man her family had always wanted for her. What will happen when Ariana discovered she was three months pregnant with Sabastian's baby? While he still kept pleading with her, even though she was already engaged. Will she reconsider and return to him because of her baby or remain engaged? Will Dylan accept her after discovering she was pregnant?

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Reborn Heiress: Claimed By The Ruthless Boss

9.7

Giana woke up drugged and burning with fever in a luxurious hotel suite. Standing before her was Cornel Stark, the most ruthless billionaire in New York. Memories of her past life stabbed into her brain. In that life, her adoptive family and her fiancé Gary had stolen her inheritance and left her to die a brutal, agonizing death. She also remembered how fighting Cornel only made him more violent. So this time, she didn't scream. She endured his brutal punishment, escaped the moment he let his guard down, and swallowed a Plan B pill on the freezing streets. Returning to her adoptive family's mansion, she faced the people who had destroyed her. Her fiancé and her stepsister put on masks of fake concern, secretly mocking her. Instead of throwing a useless tantrum like before, Giana deliberately threw herself down the steep wooden stairs. She smashed her head against the marble floor, using her own blood to shatter their plans and win back her mother's trust. She thought she had finally taken control. She was ready to crush the people who had betrayed her and live for herself. But she didn't understand why the billionaire she had just escaped was suddenly turning her life upside down. When she woke up in the hospital, her room wasn't filled with her family's fake tears, but an ocean of blood-red roses. The heavy door swung open, and Cornel Stark walked in, his gray eyes locking onto her with a dark, predatory hunger. "Remember this feeling, Giana. Every breath you take belongs to me now."

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